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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Wasn't even trying to listen to the shit he was dropping.
You can die. Or you can die - It isn't an option.
Yeah, throw a kid in a coffin, n' watch it fall.
Silent Picture; we're not gonna talk at all.
Treating you like Red Man, when heads are bouncing off the wall.
Ring it in, n' I got the call.
On the line, n it's NOT FROM SAUL.
Bottom line's this is Timothy Dalton in Monster Ball.
You're seeing a flick. Even if Wick'
Got his car stolen by me, he'd give me the keys, n' then split!!!
I don't fit in wit' you mortals, I'm a being that lifts..
- the very perception of reality until what you see's affixed.
To the screen. The Anubis, they were talking about.
You may be a king, but not in this house. Faggot.
So, take a seat. This is spatial awareness, erasing complacency.
Basically time n' space has a place for me.
You're still trying to fit in huh? Can't read between the lines?
I'm stuck on the median, can't read between the signs.
Which is OK. I'm even weirder than Noah taking
a picture a day. Or Canibus saying something in the most meticulous way.
Ugh, and whatever happened to that guy?
I don't know, thought I'd ask why.
Like Paul Walker, this is the last ride. See the computer glitches
in my face when you past by.
With more bitches on the screen than in Fast Five.
Yeaaahhhhh... riddle me that, no Question mark.
Best to part ways, bars may
go over your head, when I parlay.
these Mac's - no Apple Carplay.
Thee' initials is R-J. That is the name.
Don't get your cabbage obtained over some bullshit...
like the battling game.
Cause it when it comes to it I have a habit for pain.
Getting tactical, aim fire.
Splatter your brains on the windshield wiper
of your Corvette. Gore, bet
- it's getting all of your doors wet.
Not a single fuck given, tho.
Be like, "You wanna get in it, bro?" Cause I'm cynical.
How the hell you gonna say you're the best, when it isn't so?
Who agrees? hear the crickets, not a living soul.
So STFU n' keep talking shit.
I seen your scene's not legit - box office flick.
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i get my point across with this- arsonist, i cinge/
an artist whose heart is sick as arsenic in a syringe/
pardon my jargon after an alcholic binge/ one more drink please/
my ink tease leave ya with weak knees/
the sleaziest freaks sees a "bling" when my link swings/
you weaklings need to stop right now- they never ask/
i just show up to show u up with a better craft/
emerge in leather turtle neck sweater and mask/
lurkin for treasure, endeavors for cash beretta'll blast/
i wear an iron suit for police troops who try n shoot/
you'll see me die before i salute those who hide the truth/
all i hear is magnified lies devised to silent truth/
and society ask why surprised by the violent youth/
its not political, man/
times are critical this is a criminal land/
a simple demands always granted with a pistol in hand/
this isn't a man who glorifies the wicked- this is my stand/
against it- i see in the distance a piece of peace/
we can feed the streets and hope its followed by my niece atleast/
teachin each kindness- if we can minus the hate/
the young eyes try denigning fate but lie in wait from the bright lights the sirens make/
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Slap a rapper wit' a serious face n' say, "My mistake"
It's 2017 now - there's only so much that I can take...
I mean, the fall of an era....
All these gay rappers y'all calling ill
is probably an error, a reflection of yourselves
like what you saw in the mirror.
Real talk, tho. I'm not buying it. Theory of design, which fits
inside ya niche. House of Cards
while I watch? The Empire flips.
Loud talk over speakerphone for those quiet quips...
Felt like sleeping dogs, because all I saw was a 'lying bitch'.
Bottom line's this... where's the glass ceiling?
All garbage, got the trash feeling.
Got your ass kneeling, no Apostles around.
Playing possum, but now the prodigal one is lifting you off of the ground.
Who wanna talk wit' us now?
There's no talk to be had. Pointing at a nigga like, "He mad"
But listen, I'm on a mission, man.
More pissed, with the shit, than Dwayne The Rock Johnson
was, posting break out pictures on Instagram.
You Candy Rappers are not as sweet as you sound.
All wrapped up in your controversy.
But the thought to verse me will never cross your mind
like Dee Barnes in a "Compton" jersey.
So put that theory to rest.
Clearly I don't care who you swear is the best.
It's obviously you got a gross misconception
of what you're hearing, unless you comparing
those second rate motherfuckers to what we're bearing in text (Vincent)
Gym, sitting there on the bench.
Pheromones ya getting near it the stench
is terrible, sets right after getting in gear from the stretch.
Mate. Check Mate. Deckard Shaw wit' the records, bra.
Break out of prison, I pressure law...
With the bars, like the rest of y'all.
If you're second guessing, dog, take a look at my message log.
Celph Taut been a vet & all, when the only
type of respect you could fucking get is from a message board...
Pussy's on FB don't respect me???
Jump on fucker's wall be like "Let's see".
Netcee or not, I'm bringing a text key...
Then fill a box wit' all of your frames, like the Window XP...
And I don't play rejection...
Before you say the question, the answer's loading up
- sounds and all - like an AOL connection; You got mail.
Bars every day rocking like, "Who got bail"?
Or an unmarked vehicle when you got tail...
Either way it's going down like the Boombox sales.
Ugh. Fire in the hole, now.
Whole style like Cancun. Kaboom, n' it they go wild.
Slow down, motherfucker, I ain't done speaking yet.
Far as any keys are set? There's only a select few
that you'll see me respect. Onceawhile, Vincent,
Vallus, Dose Blotter, and Sammy are vets.
I don't even SEE the rest.
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Re: Freestyle cypher
Well shit,/
I guess im an artist/
If thats what you'd call this/
But if im just bein honest/
All im doin is carvin bars/
inside of minds cus i feel like creatin scars/
But when you understand the parts/
Then you realize it aint that hard/
to be makin moves and takin charge/
Well Heres my start/
I need my wits matched, So line up niggas, compare my smarts!/
Dopeless hope fiend, Still got heart!/
Crenshaw mafias, BomberBity, Colorado, That's color red, Still brought barz!/
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
i'm batty wit flow cadding Hoes .... not like the one in the flower bed ... but like the hoe that i said
it's sad i'm glad the be huh, missal launching ... speech is talking... talkers speak...
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if it sounds like i dissed you then take offence/
at any rap battle my presence make it tense/
the fakers shake and tense in suspense of this verbal villain/
with this verse i'm drillin' you herbs-i'm cursin millions/
the masses- clash with the baddest/
mash with the lavish my path is established/
and plus i'm addin' up math with the raps i have crafted/
i'm the first one they want-you the last of the draft pick/
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who want that static? make urself known and spit that wack shit
automatic verbal ak. spit verbs and adjectives
nerd assassin slit throat with cold adamantium
logan? he wouldn't stand a chance
liquid metalic arms. t-1000 charm, rippin through flab and flesh
im here to snatch a breath. fuck it, make it the last of it
the masochist.
i enjoy pain, especially when the scream comes from these rappers.
lets just assume i'm the illest one here. a fact? no question.
put ur comma in a coma. fuck a period, they gettin swollen
halfway steppers. cats rhyming half ass; yall semicolon niggas
a semi in ur colon, nigga. son, who is jokin witcha?
with that boring script.
i'm here to bring a warning bitch
my ink dipped in cyanide so ya faggot'll know im drawing death
my conclusion is sketch with a noose on ur neck
fuck with the gawd, see if yall don't end up losing ur neck
i got cuban connects that'll lay u in a pool of thick red
peace to Celph, but the rest of yall can catch two to the chest
say what u say...to a friend..
but i'd advise u little bum niggas to never say it again
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and also you fakes that pretend i hate to the end/
either i'm breakin you or making you bend... like sammy...say it again!/
give you an eye jammy-i grand slam these frees for free/
MAKE EM lean to the side/
me and my team got dreams and green to divide/
right hook swing to the side bringin you to the canvas, you forfeit/
stars circle around ya dome like the planets in orbit/
damnit, i'm sure lit not with a four fifth/
more like four fifths i guzzle back/
i puzzle cats with the speed in which i hustle tracks/
the impact of a single punch'll make ya lungs collapse/
flip you one hit wonder wack rappers off the charts like it was a tumble mat/
nuttin subtle bout that- i spell it out/
prevailing bouts even when well in doubt/
you was calm before but now you screaming and yellin out/ but i cant figure what the hell about/
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Hear them shells ring out.
Beezlebub manuscript: how to bring the hellions out
Rhyme game or mind game, I stay well endow
The way I rape rappers u swear there's a thousand felons out
Roaming the citadel. When shit gets real, no doubt, I dwell in clouds
To calm my nerves. im drawin first, hear the bells ring out?
the smell of napalms, shrouded by harshest winter season
brrrapp brraappp, moaaannnn...script an onomatopoeia
Achooo...sorry for the disease, bruh,
this fever explains why im the hottest nigga breathin
i'm god, u niggas heathens.
you couldn't do well if you went and touch the cloth of jesus
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Thoughts facetious,
Not caring, no. Not in the slightest.
Taut' is like, God embodied inside of a prototype.
All of these ne'er do wells, I'm a show the light...
M.O.P - hold it down, cold as ice.
Flow precise, sharper than Kitana blades.
I can't get wit' the style y'all embraced.
So, it's only right that it falls in place.
The artist's solace, walls of it, drawing shapes.
Archaic, modern laws erased.
I don't acknowledge you common apes.
Darwinism evolved, God of the Gaps...
Aristotle, relaxed in his seat.
Watching the collapse of a city, bringing em'
back to his feet. I speak in synapses, speech...
broken in tongue. My focus is ONE.
No, Koenigsegg...
automotive made in the show, till it rolled away.
Rapbattles golden egg.
Protege of Eminem/Canibus combined, in their prime.
So they say...
Which I can respect, the fly-est, in yet..
I don't get why these guys wanna try and connect...
I am like Iron, I in a different weight class than the entire gym.
And the stupid anabolic hype that you're buying in.
Leviathan of hip hop, and it don't stop
till the stove stop explodes the whole block.
Before you can conjure your own thought. Pull out your soul,
like you owned stocks in Nike,
and your business insider didn't remind ya that you need a different designer...
Picture... a pitcher of piss for you to drink.
Cause that's the only way you're getting an essence of me.
No intellectual can flex on these keys.
Messages leave the cerebral, like Professor X when he sees
other mutants, as a way of needing connections to beings...
Or stepping to Jean, and...
witnessing a reflection of Phoenix
seconds just seem like Death's proceeding to get you between it...
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
cyclops and weapon X on the scene
optic blastin, plus i'll carve a fuckin X on a spleen
you feel it yet? im dealin death, Gambit, a card up my sleeve
is it darker yet? that means apocalypse, when i breathe
words like wormwood, cosmic comet collide with the sea
my radio wave is mile high, son, who's liver than me?
Me and Taut, we straight Beasts; all yall faggots are Belle made
couldn't fuck with my crew .. if you a barber with dull blades
i'm hell made. so ill, my toughest critics, be like "well said"
A gentlemen who aint got a problem bringing that hell's rage
for whom the bell toll? Ed Poe. The heart can tell tales
fuck smelling what u cookin, my nigga, ur fuckin bread's stale
yeast infection ass muhfucka, ur bitch is nasty
don't ever think for once in ur life u fuckin with Sammy
shit i run with monsters and beasts. yo fuck a "hand me"
if i really wanted something for free - my gat is handy
i'll gladly snatch ur granny my bullets, they hittin elders too
steal ur bitch while u working ur shift...son, she ain tellin truth
ur heartbroken, hoe tellin me - see thats a elvis tune
real recognize real, my nig, so who the hell are u?
i got the swag of a god, fight in flip flops, i stay deadly
gun to ur naval, who wanna see me split the red sea?
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Re: Freestyle Cypher
Missing for a while
Somewhere hitting & being vile
Only victims switch their style
What type of nueva you on now?
Turn your back on the truth
Fuck your soul you can get the boot
Everything I know is woopty woop
All you know's your roots
Familiar of ya since you was a seed in my hand
I planted you, but you've become a vegetable named Stan
Villains are my crazed fans
I make the toughest niggas dance off beat & rap off key
Impromptu visits into their vicini-ty... And we all greet
Only way I call others tough is if they don't jump on nuts
Or do the opposite, wanna front in composites of what is crushed
Kinda fun as fuck seeing bullies try to keep it together
Making sure they're act is tight laced, but their shoes reeking, shredding
Seeming pressured to be the lesser deemed as better, I didn't flex
You tryna figure if I have influence or just a rep when they give respect
It's a litmus test of acidic flesh exuded? you didn't get the hint
Y'all like kids with all that fickle, but grim a bit, my euphemisms sick
I'm in the kitchen with them who spit, and you could be first pick
Bit & spit out with liquor to wash you down
Should already know what's parts of your body I won't eat.. or buy a vowel
Try to figure it out, piece by broke piece, who's fortunate now
I see no reason for you doing that in the afterlife, but, you're a clown
You only care when you die if you've never went wild
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Gore on my mind, as far as for what is telling me
Probly shoulda won that spelling bee, wouldn't have grown to have felonies
Moments that pressure peaks were training grounds, presently lay you out
Type of guy, if you feel some way about what I say, save yourself
Quake or belch, how's that chick so thirsty, I'm hood rich in person
One thing for sure's that nothing's certain, things obey when they're nervous
Let's say I'm perfect! compared to what? You thought I'd give a look
I took shang tsung's soul, brain food for lunch
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my mood's my crutch.
so even on rainy days, i search for the arc of hues above
sanguine moon; That lovely lunar touch
catching shine in a glass then tip until i'm stupid drunk
to maintain that Jeykyll demeanor
despite a ghoulish touch
Hide behind a disposition of social approval.
Much of my days are rooted in balancing these views.
As luck...
would have it, i rock a seven for a sense of security
my movie isn't more than me.
Scripted with terse dialogue with a score of defeat
im sure its more than me, see, I'm alluding to us
the weaker the stance
the i more i depend on my mood as a crutch
lyrical lewd, i'd fuck any bitch that moves. no fucks given
punch drunk lovin when it comes to that lust. women loves the gentle touch
so when their man's away, i would snuck...
panty, laced. rippin it with my hands; its crazy!
i got that back alley mentality. slap sally while Chad and Dee
tear up; My gun patching a cavity
i blame it on lack of sleep. 3AM, here i am, writing this rap for free.
cookie package to the right of me. this is is a right of passage
leaving a mark like Anakin and Natalie
its half past three. in 5 hours i have to be up so i can pay my taxes, b!
then off to class until i badly need coffee.
^^that's some wack wording. fuck it im turnin in. Catch yall later. peace.
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Something quick that I wouldn't spit, but I feel like expressing
Disrespecting what mental peasants deem as midlife depression
It's not aggression that's brings out the worst in ?men? it's my presence
Though I could seem pessimistic, non-selfish visions' neglected
I've had kids to feed since a kid it seems... Pickett fence dreams?
Busy robbing tryn' getaway clean... Don't diss what I highly esteem
There's no need for violence 'til there's need for violence, heated iron
Cooking vitamins is what it's not once someone's shot
Way down the block seen a dude drop, with nothing by him
Look down the intersecting blocks and on rooftops, fuck the sirens
Innocent bystanders best hope culprits not tyrants
Imagine yourself like, you swear... You seen nothing... And they're not buying it