Freestyle Cypher

Until it dawned on you
You can measure a person's value within a song or two
"How?" You may ask. Simple. the theme to our lives exists in longitude
Trace from top to bottom.
Birth to coffin, as we cough in between
Urges. Lofty lane, dabbed in dark apartments
Inner monologue where the silence haunts us
Look I don't know where I'm going with this, guess I forgot, son.
But fuck that gay shit, I'm here to rip apart they're hearts, son
Stay off my block or get cock for nothin
I don't believe in logic - let the party ensue
I still don't believe in logic - have u logged in icu
Toe tagged. So sad as your family croon
A sad song. As I tag along acting sad, but truth
I'm secretly laughing while trying to make move towards a fam reunion
Have them meet u underground like battlerap '02
Black mask, wires and a big bag of shroom
To calm my nerve. Picturing a calm reserve as I blast at you
Aunt, uncle, mom, dad, even ur grandpappy too.
I'm just kidding I'm actually happy duke. Came in second place in sales at my job! That's cool!

you wear v necks
so thee get less respect than we get
you reject got me vexed
so be slept on request
It's preset, I'm genius
Go eject the prefects
and elect a beach vet

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The homie Hypnos must actually hate me
Herme's heard of my potential, said one day he'd debate me
Atlas wants to pass the torch
Like Semele, Zeus is asking what i'm asking for
Surfing, Poseidon's bragging bout my master scores
And Athena grabs on my phallus more
I swear got the baddest whores

Im level, headed with thes3, skills with, a pen
I leave pencils, shredded in a, office, work station
Phrases, flaming hot, on these pages, burn satan
They cause an, earth quake when, unleashed the, worlds shaken
When im rhyming, up a storm, women in the, club they swarm
To feel the, good vibrations, when i turn the, sub bass on

Like flashin, cash they notice, then want to, party and play
im balling, that way theres, no chance in hell, that imma stray
I share my, bag of tricks, also known as, narcotics
Then bang the drums, if they dont, or have, got sticks

flat footed, on the gas, swiftly move, through the gears
Break the sound, barrier , engine revving, bruise their esrs
Ruining a, few careers which, sadly causes, human tears
I collect, and keep them in, a collection, like souvenirs

On the d, floor we cut, a rug, no wonder
These women, flock around, and its us, they hug
We dont just, play thug, were bullet, proof
On a shootng, spree on top, of a brooklyn, roof

Damn, man, look at the level I took it to.
Throw the whole world on a tilt, it's crooked, I'm shook of who?
Nah, the axis shakes when I walk, unilaterally
across the atlas, wait, Galactus of raps, the bitches
automatically "gravitate".
Pfft, they were born with the "hater" gene,
so they have to hate.
But battles, mate? That is a bad mistake. Cash me outside
faster than Danielle Bregoli on Dr. Phil
When I cock this fist back n' a shot pops your grill.
They like, "You gots to chill".
How the fuck can I? Volcanic, so don't panic.
Fold granite till' I get a hold of this whole planet.
Put my feet to that Venus flytrap ya
call a yapper, till I got both planted... yeah,
and there's no Gardener here.
You retarded, I hear the Radio playing,
playing yourself wit' the Rain, man.
Thinking you're part of the graffiti scene, cause your
mother bought you a spray can?
I say, damn. Cause it looks like your friends done had em' the SAME PLAN.
Fucking losers. Here's a wall for you to paint.
If you even attempted filling these shoes? You would faint.
Walking through the gate.
Who escaped? That's me, past thee' finish line n' the view is great.
So how the fuck could you relate?
Ok. I'm gonna respect boundaries, now. Nah I'm not.
I'm gonna violate your private space.
So try to taste my embrace, faggot.
Yeah, it's unnerving, right?
They heard I'm like.... a leftist, I guess this
comment deserves a right...
Better learn to fight wit' the hands... you nice with it?
ARE YOU! Don't get barred to death.
Cause it's hard, when the battle hasn't started yet.

call me the god of death.
Anubis measuring worth with hollowed crests
fuck, son, All for one and one for all - 4/5th
makin yall forfeit
the swordsman walking into Long Lao's lair
decaptiating the Sea Dragon with a four pounds sabre
one armed boxer from kwantung. who want some?
dim sum, son , i struck with habits
can't break the chain when its wrapped around the neck. im savage
bruce banner with the true banter
calm before the storm, the hurricane that loom after
I'm Doom's mask, first to punch a hole through sue's ass, cuz
who is this? faggot, get a clue. fuck it get two benedict
such a cumbersome batch when i let two in his chick
i don't mean bullets, i meant nuts if u ain't knew what i meant
i been a dick. your boo get bent and dicked
send her quick to the icu cuz her wombs been infected
a couple of moves on her face and she be snoozing til its 8
inducing her with weights of my words as she lay there
priming the stage. Fair ladies gets fair traded
tear off the panties while she spread naked
holdup. when i rhyme, cats be scared as shit
turtle ass muhfuckas don't be bearing they neck
guillotine when i rip the scene.
like a lair of witches. who dare go toe to head with this bearer of mischief
Low key, low shading with an air of mystic
blending poison in poetry, son you merely a midget
in the land of giants my Arsonal stays fuckin hating you bitches.

Exactly, they better pray for resistance, or
some kind of strategy. I swear to whomever
they're worshiping, their life is over, if they usurp this pen.
Been drawing in cursive, feel the verse begin.
You students watching the church ascend, poetry in motion
focus, the worst in him.
And cause cataclysmic warfare, feel the first, n' then
a second below. The very second you step to the goal you can bet it's your soul.
Levy it. Treasure it, though. Ambidextrous
with these levelers, so... you're better getting a cold when you step into snow...
The weapons unload with such a kick-back?
David Beckham would wince at the mere thought of this sick cat.
Call the veterinarian, now when comparing the style.
The Judge and Jury, yeah you're here at the trial.
American sounding punishment, with arrogance that you wear on the crown.
But who wore it first? Try to ignore it
feel the euphoric thirst. My form is Kenny McCormick's perks.
I keep coming back, each rap is an enormous lurch.
The Addams Family shit. So organic, that it's basically been planted, you bitch.
Granted that this ^^ was just the introduction
to me brandishing your ass, with a fist. Then erasing your present
so your past don't exist.
Wait? Let's step back, n' enlist every microscopic cell
in your brain to tell your insane for ever expelling what you've felt compelled to explain.
I am hell, and ashamed... you figure that was hot.
High up in the air, it's clear I'm an astronaut.
My transparency online is a sign of what Casper got.
That's hip hop. Doctor Julius Irving of rap, my nigga, so pass the rock.
Better yet? I am shooting at the basket, thought
you could match the spot? Nah, the fire's in the hole, already.
And I'm holding steady, the flow's
like the Omen, better know that the show's ready.
Cleaning out my closet now, and there's no spaghetti.
They know he's deadly. A second head grows from the first,
reverse, so don't behead me!
They are second in line. You can step and define
your rep and seek the question you find.
But rest assured, like a diamond club you're behind a scrub.
Catch your feline, riding up. Then get up beside her
get er' inside the truck.
Don't need a pilot to tell you I don't give a FLYING fuck.
You guys are so like flies to a spider, what. Your design is "stuck".
Figure I give you a push, you rooks could have tried your luck.
Buddy Israel. Not a smart move.
Out of waters, your sharks food.
Cut the sequel, you see the preview from part two.
When I roll up on ya with the Paul Blart view.
The parallel park, too!
Yeah, that's the shit. Far past legit.
Cats can get an ass whipping on top of that cause they ASKED FOR IT.

if there's a point then i'm a swordsmith
this fact's apparent, you're an orphan
Once I forfeit my parents' fortune
I'll afford my own through these endorsements
Of course these courses aren't cheap,
You each pay a lot of paper to gain that piece of paper
best believe my decrees top your degrees since i spit em each at hot degrees
Deplete my pen of ink with scripts of scenes serene
Supreme King of keys
Like keyboards; Online rambling, cyphering
These rhymes tampering/With motherboards/they're deciphering
I got items touched with ivory
Hi it's me, again, getting high, eyes closed and i can see again
Bring a friend
To the next event
And bring a pen
If you want them titties signed

Gitty and high
Giggidy - perverted like Glenn Q on family guy.
I'm stabbing ur eyes with a couple rustic javelin. iron..
Fist fucking these chicks. Stuntin in whips bumping family ties
Alex p keaton. Bastards be eatin while they chant at the sky
sreaming "shoot for the stars"
Dumb muhfuckas, y'all ain't challenging I
It's like being challenge by cats with syndrome
Down in July, my rhyme heating up, I'm scowering thighs
Like'em thick with a bit of spark in their eyes
I ain't tellin u why. But the dub is in the bag
Cuz I already kicked the pussy out last night

That's right. As soon as I'm on, you know I'm thirsty
like it's the gas light. While you cats, worry about
getting fucked in the ass worse than a tax hike.
But that's life. Fuck it, what you worried about?
You're in a hurry, but there's no use for it...
I stuck to my trade, you know that these tools legit...
Moving with the current, in current times, that's a cruiser ship.
And strictly out of the blue, so if you
wanna stay true to all of your music grit?
I assure you it's in your best interest, to get inches
between me in you, n' rep from a set distance.
Cause I don't play around, I'm saying now
if you step out of line, it's night-night for that ass,
that trash will be laying down.
Garbage compactor. Nah, more like me
pushing ya jaw back, n' all that bullshit, homie, so fall back.
Cypher Alumni - know it's the law, black.
My pupils are covered, discover once that you're in 'contact'.
Ugh, I paint pictures with these faint scriptures...
Figured, I only played wit cha'... The Third Reich,
but I ain't Hitler.
However, a swastika's the way I that may twist ya.
Hot-boxing with eight Swishers... ya, the game's vicious.
These ain't disses, more like warning's...
the viewers advised... I see these dudes telling too many lies.
It's OK. If you wanna rise?
Be the early bird. But you is a cleaner.
Dude, I believe ya skill belongs strictly inside 'una cucina'.
Who's the weenier?? I'm hot, dog.
- The truest, you seeing the Anubis demeanor
once you enter my court, like you used a subpoena.
Fuck it, though. Let's talk turkey because
I cut it, slow. Your ass will get fried, inside of the oven, whole.
New shit over here, it's clear there ain't nothing old.
Gonna be young to my death - the Benjamin Button road...
Dozen flows, walking on clouds now because of Scholls.
Buzzing, so much that your honey gave me her beehive.
See, I ... slide inside of that pussy, gave it a cream pie.
Nasty bitch. But she asked for it.
Blasted wit' all of my nut, the slut would just grab the dick.
Ran her tongue down the... ya know what?
That's pretty graphic, shit, I TOTALLY forgot
you're calling her wifey. She's your Coco to your Ice-T.
Ha... I mean, fucking literally, bro.
I be smashing it on the side, then have her cab for a ride.
Real shit. Could give a fuck less.
Wipe my hands of it. Crammed all of my protein inside of that bran muffin.
Back to the turkey, all of that damn stuffing.
And it's nothing to get her again if you both are planning something.

I just shat the bed
Still unabashed, just glad it happened after ten
I'm drunk as shit now, pissing on porches
Inebriated whipping fast like Forza in my daddy's porsches
i just mastered ren
My legs crossed, like me after weed and booze
I feel like a man whenever i grab the pen
Accurate stabs when I push the point to paper
Rhyme creater
I got wordplay by the boatload you can wrap your cap around
try not to capsize inside these raps or you'll lose track and then you'll drown
Oh no, Man down!
Bro no handouts!
Survive on your own accord
I feel dopamine each time i strum a chord
Having surgery, I don't feel pain, dont know what they put me under for
I would've loved to see the blood and the gore
But it's okay, I'm prescribed to morphine now

I'm a gore fiend. Hound of hell
with with that long teeth. Shrouded
Bells of war on cats who acting too proud. Shit,
I flip flow like Moses
They whole styles a shit show, so fold it.
Pack it and direct ship. I'm cold, bitch
Sub zero. Spinal tapping ur spinal chord
Disconnect the shit with violent bars
Ur time is gone, lil nigga, ayo it's time for war
Fuckin with cypher alum?
Y'all out ur cotttdamn mind
It's like bringing slingshots and rocks against snipers with guns
My crosshair'll make ur soul crossover like A.I. when he's young
Dare ya niggas to try us. this fun!
Mic connect. Stayin nice with it, my rhymes is subtle to some
But still water runs deep. A Megalodon sneak in silence when it bubbles, your done!
Temperature rising from the deep, my Mobb scuffle with guns
Y'all scuttle and run
Back to the pavements, chest bubbling while u clutching your lungs
All Gasping and weezing
Where your cash money now, when the blackness is creeping
I'm the dude in the distance with the black hood and a reaper
Tagged boots and reefer
Y'all snack food, Im a fat dude
It's and my brood rising howling at this black moon

I got stories i shouldn't share
I been there, done that, been scared
Took deep breaths of thin air
Ran up mountains and jumped my way down
Picked up ounces then graduated to pounds
We're talking powders pressed by the feet of poor children
We're talking power vested by greed of horrid villians
I'm thinking money invested into expensive, loud engines
I only think of myself, my things, and hot women
Shit, it's just a day in the life
Throughout mine I been known bout strife
See I was told that I could have anything that I like
Long as I renounce a path that'll lead me to pride
Talk about internal conflict, I dropped it
Didn't drop the prideful path though, so I'm here bro
I got loud weed, women and engines
I got a big house, a big pool with a slide as the entrance
But I dont have a soul, suppose this path was its exit

ayo,

i rap with aesthetics. read a lot of trash
since ive entered this path. As i'm crafting my effort
i've observed do's and don'ts.
pay dues while they front for the faggots; disgusting
Bastards, Listen! I ain't new to this
Nothin u can say can make me move an inch
Save ur breath.........nope keep saving it
Until ur blue and shit
The masochist from Mass. A kiss
From my gat'll leave y'all dudes trapped in ditches
Murder's an art so when I draw weapons, don't say I didn't warn ya
My knife will paint the hole town red....and you in a corner
After, u in a coroner
alot of niggas are borin, son.
i'd rather watch gilf porn then read another corny stuff
im ignoring junk. been 2 years deep in this thing
i would be a big brother, but most times, advices dont sink.
no birthday or graduation, damn, ur emotion is real
But I can help u organize a search party...since ur missing in skills
I don't like yall bitches. Quit requesting; there's no way we're pals
Nigga asked: u wanna be friends! I showed him the OK.....corral

i'm just surpassing perception thru compassionate lenses
Hoarding all these rhymes inside this number two pencil
Yall strike me as some copy cats, lemme grab you a stencil
Homeboy do you copy that? I will not be gentle
My tone is aggressive, and the flows are impressive
I speak in exclamations but leave any fag rapper guessing
I'm the typa dude who fucks your wife at your wedding
These bars automatic, like this uzi im grabbin'
They called me trigger happy but bitch I'm ecstatic

Yep. Me too. See through these dudes...
they're transparent.
They don't even have a reflection, wow....
Yet, they're trying to perfect their sound?
How the hell would that work?
This the morning after, and they're still just boring rapper.
Gave em' a whole day to show me the light,
despite what they don't say.
The glove don't fit the hand - OJ. OK.
The value of their worth? Don't pay.
Picket line. They're talent pool is so thin you can basically slip inside.
My talent pool is creative, Dr. Frankenstein
his hysterical saying, "It's alive".
I was the shit, long before THIS arrived.
So I teeter their flawed logic, you can pick a side.
I got two versions, called Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde.
Pussy. Your feline instinct is kicking in.
Looking at his freaking grin right before he hits the rim
the ball goes around and around, then swish he just GETS IT IN...
That was a metaphorical, the MVP
on the net, you can sink or swim.
Rough waters, you're gonna need you a bigger boat.
Jaws, watch a nigga float.
It's cold in this bitch, so shit, you should get a coat.
Let em' know... you're not speaking my language,
bang with Rosetta Stone.
I bang on the fucking neck till the HEAD IS GONE.
Not even the right sound...
You're getting lazy with it.. I bet they're saying I ain't committed.
Well, this mental jacket will beg to differ.
Hip hop's in my blood, I need me a second liver
Wash it down with bread and liquor.
Broke it down at all angles, hoping you'd get the picture.
Rest assured, it's over once you post on the messenger.
Guessing your, taking your ball and going home, huh?
Let it be known, huh. Straight to the bone
deflating you clones, huh.
Placing my stakes and making it home, huh.
The greats wanna roam but should face it,
The Smoking Ace based on the foundation alone, HANH.
Like Organik, do.
Inside of your hood, I'm like the mechanic crew.
They gave me the crown, ya found the ceramic view.