Freestyle Cypher.

[Thump']

Increase Full Throttle, there is no time to hesitate
Jamming that button in attempts to make me elevate
Though my flow seems to levitate, with it, goes a piece of my mind
It must be that piece of my mind, that i'm lacking in ryhme
All in due time, i know my day will come, just like it should
Seen as the greater one, all the Hatin' withstood
But to full fill my exotic dreams that boarder this reallity
I feel i must impress the lord of ryhme, or at least make him proud of me
Sound asleep, now awaken, this unreal talent consumes my soul
Seeping through my pores, it trickles like melting sickles, as warm turns from cold
Is it to be so bold as to wish to be the best
No... it's those who wish to be the best that stand out among the rest
Hearts beat in chests like feet to a beat
Use my skill to silence haters who are losing room to speak
Make them obsolete, thats my skill, its stands by me
I gaze upon fictitious corpses and realize, it's just a hobby

[villain of truth]

you got nothing on me, im original ya see//
one great lyrecist i am the prophecy of lyrecy//
i got skills and im styling free and killing beats//
blowin so hard, made you all hold on to your seats//

[villain of truth]

opps hit reply on accident

lyrically incline to drop a dime, niggas get at me//
your lonely, cuz i know what it take to make your ladies happy

[Spekz]

drop flames, at the top gamez,holdin memories like picture framez
let you feel pain,go 2 end yo brain...and accidently hit yo friend by mistake
didnt mean for his face 2 cave..just hit him cuz of my off pistol aim
my bad its all the same...killed one and still ran one the popo came

lol w/e

[Flip_Side_Conn]

for those nigga haters, i have no respect
u have nothing betta to do, but juss talk shit
ur juss full of it, en a big fukin snitches
have a big mouth, no wonder u have big fukin bitches
can tell u hatein, cuz da way u stare
but i juss stare bak wit no fukin care
acting all big now, bitch kiss my ass
think u ahead of ya game, psshhh u'll always be last

[phait]

one, two, three, and to da four
blaze a blunt wit da gin and juice, fuk, police is at da door
slap a swine, maccs and nines places craccs in spines
glad wrapped half assed placed in the grass in fine
no need for burial too busy with anatomy class
34 -26-34 thicc hips and lips im happy to tap
grind skeet repeat ejacualtion in her jaws
her frens called came and brang sum my imprent on dem draws

[lyrical minds]

yo im lyrically confined when i spit all the rymes tht some to my mind and all my lynes do bind cmon once come again ill show u how mt shit trends goin on tha riveer bend

[Sinamatik]

Banished from Beezlebub's band of bastards
Sans the pastor's rants of Glamour Captured
In the pulpit, the foolish idiosynchrosies
Linking me to the King of Kings through the Ink I bleed
My passion and pain, staining the tracks, I'm maintaining
the facts, enstranged painter of Wrath, remain nameless
to Back the Father Of All to catapult his Status....
The Holy gospel throttled from the Tablet of a Savage...

[Mackin']

ima god of dialectal slaugher, ya'll fear me when you hear this
raps terrorist, bringin mass destruction wit my lyrics
im crazy, insane, known to bring pain
put a hole through your brain, have you fall lika de-railed train
im nutz, anything but normal verbally
test me, please dont cuz i might have to merk you g

[Johnny C.]

look at my milk cup- its just so old
that inside is a colony of infectious mold
or so i'm told... can't see it, but i think felt it
lingering in the air, and the stink? I smelt it.
and my bowl, in the sink- just sits and sits
as the plates get facefulls of grits and grits.
my raps are fast, till i collapse right here
I continue to rhyme with a lasting fear.

[webb]

i got six lines to say some shit
i dont know why i even loved that bitch
now i lay her in a ditch thats 6 feet deep
i got that bitch she thought that she could creep
now the hoe is dead and i dont give a fuck
one less bitch in the the would,fuck that cunt

[Joe Millionaire]

Im bout my dough see/so don’t phone me/unless you need at least an OZ/provoke me/ I roast beef/Ill put some cold cheese right on ya dome peace/roll trees, dro leaves my piff so purple/im making money while up late watching infomercials/ im in the crib mixin a drink with a couple pigeons grippin the link/an im sickening with ink /in a battle ill throw everything at you, including the kitchen sink

[PhillyKat]

When I rhyme it's consistently fluent
If I set my mind, I just start to do it
I lose it, but not like Eminem
I don't shit on my fans like him
That won't happen, I spend...
Time and put in the effort again

[Christianity]

i don't say shit i spray shit leaving niggas on the pavement
then i blaze shit in the basement to rid me of the lament
my conscience can be sometimes questionable
but my religion says forgivess can make any deed acceptable
im unnafected my rhymes stay on point like a decimal
as long as my shit is repentable let me leave on a special note

[SKeem]

SKeem been a block boss since niggas ate chicken wit hot sauce
All I needs a hot broad wit big hips and ass plus get me topped off
These niggas that wanna battle best to stop off and cop gauze
Cuz the hot rocks pop and knock more than just ya socks off
Traffic gets stopped off, and them caps hit your drop dawg
Cuz you aint gotta be at the bar to find out what a shot costs