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Re: Freestyle Cypher
potting with the voices in my head
we're all a little crazy but instead
of fighting for sanity we'd rather be dead.
all my life I've been a little off tilt
halter top pink flops and a kilt
jerkin off to lifesize cutout of justin timberlake
bannana taped to his dick so it can penetrate IM NOT GAY
snort bath salts and slit my wrist
my tounge twist as i deepthroat a crucifix
im not new to this.
boring writing style always staying humble
braggadocious but you faggots know this im trying not to fumble
babbling brook bending backwards to match a crook
give that a look without noticing all the acid i took
ooops.
magic mushrooms manifesting malice
Dragon age like in the page of Alice
no mad hatter im that radder
insane thoughts pitter patter
this dizasters coming faster than me when she spits it backwards.
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
A terrific rapper. Dinosaur like. Have a rift with a freaking raptor.
My story's for the ages, homie. Pick a chapter.
Flip through the pages of time, and see the archaic way of...
laying a line. The paintbrush against my membrane - I 'made up' my mind...
Ugh. But really though, it's like a mural when I flash a thought.
Make a spastic drop his plastic prop... yeah, that's hip hop.
The one that makes you wanna break-dance, spontaneously...
And become part of the heritage, anywhere I am aiming a key.
Changed the degree of the angle, I can see the triangular beam...
From the clockwork, watching the matter of time dangle between...
Wow, and that's only the aftershock.
Sound waves of rap concoct ... - ed through music n' cracks through rock...
Like the Kiss Band. This brand? Done by me.
It's force fed, intravenously, through son's IV...
That means I live and breath it. Any given sequence, via written pieces.
A work of art. Drawing the curtains, pulling the verse apart.
Introverted, with an allure of smarts.
Reoccurring, enduring, sparks of energy. Look at how I mark my enemies.
One by one. Two by two.
No yielding, I let you ride through.
You wouldn't be the same if you knew my crew.
But that doesn't matter. My heart's been blackening, African platter.
Masked in a tactical suited, graphical hue, and...
wearing it tightly. Staring at my reflection until the Man in the Mirror's like me.
It's embarrassing that nobody can carry this psyche.
It's scary, a terrorist flight with Arabic's there, asking
to steer the plane back, very politely.
I've been buried alive with this arrogant guy that I carry inside me.
For as long as I've known? A black cat keeps crossing my path.
Oh my gosh, it's like I'm locked in a trap.
Wearing moccasins that have anchors tied at both ends of the opposite paths
- pulling, before I walked in a gap.
Tell the fake King of New York that Christopher Walken is back.
No juggling two coasts, cause where's the gossip in that?
I rock without a mosh-pit intact.
Every possible track I ran, until the obstacles snapped...
like the wafer in a chocolate, in fact?
I am the Legend, looks like they've doctored the map.
Yea, the odds have been stacked against me.
Immensely. With this pen I key? Break it down, phonetically.
Free from this? I will never be.
But it's not like I planned it that way.
Not a fan of the play. I demand it, OK? A cannon display
of cameras, parading through the streets like it's CANADA DAY.
A delicate flower, pandering to the lowest...
standards, I'm saying, you yammering may be damaging, aye?
So fucking can it. You're gay.
This is my planet, I weigh you down to the granite
with the tools; give that mechanic away.
All explosions are tyrannical, filet your Botanical plague
... with fire bombs, like they gave a camera to Bay' (Michael Bay)
So stand in your grave, you amateur.
Got that volcanic urge to throw a fist at you, while
you're walking your Grandma to her nurse, but not before
I go up and snatch her purse. In one massive burst!
Make my way to the exit, burst through the door...
Trip over the purses straps and fall head first to the floor...
Do a pick up maneuver, fumbling that bitch in my hands quickly
and get into a van, hit thee' acceleration with all my might, I go!
Riding so violent though... I hit the curb n' then both of my front tires blow...
I look in my rear view and see the siren glow.
Not even COPS were ready for this kind of show.
My getaway man is driving slow. Can't even make it across...
The vacant lot. Might as well wait to get caught.
So I drive straight up a block... tires are deflated, can't get away from the cops.
Put it in park. Put the hands on the wheel, and wait for instructions...
Completely idle now. Boom, I hear the siren sounds...
Police break the windows and tell us to "get outside, RIGHT NOW!"
minutes later, we're lying down.
Won't even fidget. They're holding their sticks
It's cold as shit. And I know they mean business.
They talk to some witnesses. Get their story, we're then...
Thrown in the back of the car. But not before they ask for my arm
So that they crack it, real hard.
Twist my fucking shoulders like they're snapping it off.
But I guess being a bully passes as their actual job.
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Wait.. wtf was I rapping about earlier???
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Venom:
People been impressed by the trends i set
I binge the internet just to invent the next
lets not pretend that our skills intersect
or that my drops dont draw more interest
or that im not the cause why you been upset
you may think revenge but whats revenge beget?
when you face infecked penz we end a threat
A shout to them as then, i extend respect
I transcend a vet to a god of text
ya'll never been in depth like this mod'll get
T Eight Hundred Model grit, bravado spit
Terminate the trolls by the toggle switch
exterminate with flows, mind boggled quick
Dog i'm bad to the bone and been so since
the day i was born, performance intense
I'm the bee's knees with a hornets defence...
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Calculated unreasonable
Habits of evil ghost
Caspers just a joke
If I'm mean, don't try play me close
Bleeding throats is what I lunge after
Slit 'em like Dutch Masters & knives are buds
I got sharp buddies, the munchies, and you?
Don't mind the blood is what I do
Bodies cut up look cute & I hate muscles
Violations of metaphors just to say fuck you
Wanna read some of my energy?
I'm an open Bible slash smoking rifle
Just know: read me the wrong way, no survival
Sixth sense with no sense: viral
You pride in relegate my pride & my shame
So sorrow isn't an issue, if I feel bad, it's praised
Will you come help me out?
Come let me cut your head off? I feed on brains
Because don't eat what I eat should be afraid
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Got an Atom Bomb broken into particles
the radiation makes my nuts feel aquatic too...
what would the loch ness do? Its a mystery.
I mean other writers nuts hang fictionally...
typically based on thesis brought by quailty
a cheap product that for some reason has high marketing...
I'm Hugh Jackman, Wolverine on a huge mattress
With the mistress who would quickly do backflips
or use magic..just to please the fact I'm too tragic
I used to booze backwards, liquor before beer..
You had poo after cause you like like her in the rear
no ass, no hands, deal flame without Waka Flacka
a myth, a legend, a bigfoot that could talk to chewbacca
Futurama.....
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Corderoy pants how they walk in lines to oopy my integrity
Can't beat me, at least they try by Mocking my brevity
This addiction to diction's offensive, victims go brief
Persona of iron beside your drawe's, Til I make you shit on the crease
There's no good side, it's all bad, fools come join my mental slasher
Great minds think alike, means you won't last long & don't matter
Could a diamond be a diamond Without bombing on quartz
Get it crystal clear, simple science, the concept of worth
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
My diction is raw with a dick in your moms
stick to your job and quit getting it wrong
I'm hitting the bong while flipping you off
A chip off the block dab nabbed pissing you off
You ain't commited at all, outwitted by bras
No one listens to yall no figment of thought
No witnesses or draw, good riddance ta-ta
My image is odd and its been twisted by God
positioned atop the most Plymouth of rocks
what!?! Like I'm giving a flock you idiot I'm hot
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Gestures anonymous, but your presence needs polishing
Measure accomplishments? Need not question the obvious
Less than a pile of shit's how I reckon acknowledgements
As long as they're not one of my own, why are you not home?
Home is where the heart is, that's if you have one of both
If I'm destined for robbing it, and if you can insure your hopes
At morgues I host, now introducing you, young & foolish
Brief reading I'm nothing nice, something mean is influenced
No reason proceeds keep going, you fall on my blade, I keep poking
Even stroking the blade inside you, twerk your chest like strippers thighs
Pain's like a Rolex vs your Seiko; What's ticking... Its your time
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
no reason, just rhyming. Summers the season.
sit back, relax, n just chill for the evening.
light it up, write some stuff, get on the tables to cut.
hunger for more turning raw to cooked but
no shoes on my feet so you know i dont give a fuck.
display mental fables to discuss when times get rough.
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
In the belly of the beast, by all any means,, devilish like priests who brush their teeth off of the concrete, like a developing thief,
Dropping elite precision, top heat, optical vision in the back seat,
My bros hooking me up, homie that's a crack beat
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Clapping 9's, putting grandmas in caskets cause I snapped their spines,
Fuck these faggot dimes, I'll take the black Mac & stash it behind, make her do a lil Kim & spit some fantastic rhymes,
If she can't then I'll put her where her grandmas lying,
I stay holding it down with the sickest flavor, never giving favors,
Stick your neighbor with a quick trigger finger & and the slickest laser,
Rhymes putting ya bitch in labor, rappers saying I'm coming up short? Ya cause I'm giving midgets razors,
Cats biting bodies like the quickest gators, won't stick ya but I might stick ya later.
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
I don't read none of you niggaz raps, you probably think it's hate
But I been in the game for a minute, trying to push it to its limits
None of you relate, your timid gimmicks do not motivate
I can't wait til you finish
Annihilate during any scrimmage, fakes get diminished
I carry 4 arms like I all I ever ate was spinach
So your fate is flurries in a hurry til you scurry off somewhere to die
Passerby's wonder why this nigga ain't buried
Now run them pockets, find nothing, to you that's still a profit
I'm still stuntin, your funds option is microscopic, stop it
Back on topic, Oscar Worthy returns to drop shit
Got this conflict popping off like Mosh pits
Where I stay is Posh, your place gets a bitter beer face and a Oh my gosh
Then you get offered a job...
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
You Wine, Cry, and Sob
Most of ya'll write like slobs
Basic, Simple, Wasted pencils
Look at writing like a job
No creditentials so face insults
While you rob light from the god
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
I looked up and saw waves,
like all pendulums accumulated to cumulus clouds
that broke across a dead sky
and I couldn't tear away
the heavy band-aid over the mouth of an open grave
since crowd-sourced fundraisers
failed to raise enough for stitches
or the hair on the back of this black cat.
Feeling froggy? Then jump, Jehosophat.
You know how to trust fall into the chariot
awaiting the golden flames
fleeced from the sun; running like ants
from the magnifying glass.
Hell, or nah? Yea... I'll pass.
Thanks for helping the time fly by on the surface
as if exit signs had a lisp which caused
an existential shift that never felt right until I left.
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Real rugged, steel punches hit so hard ud think i was tryin ta kill somethin'
U a liar if u say u aint feel nothin' make stock markets crash n dolla bills plummit
My skills punish, you untill ya grills rubbish, make ya cry like peeled onions
More electrifying. Then a eels touch is, got a girl thats real luscious
Eat these rappers for real like sealed lunches
More bad ass than a navy seals gun is
More fly then everybody that wields luggage
Im the beer clutchin career crushin fear nothin fierce one with...
shears cuttin blood spills gushin no need to worry bout the wounds cuz u wont heal from it
Im the guy u wont hear comin cuz im rippin out ear drums with snare drum sticks
droppin my peers off of piers but not before i stuff the body in a oil drum quick..