Freestyle Cypher

[Celph Taut]

YEAH!!!!!!!


Bringing this cypher to life!
Where the fuck Vincent and Vallus? This shit's established.
We took it out of the hands of you miserable cowards
and shape shifted the outcome to give it some powers!
So where's our rightly dues? Yeah, you must got our might confused.
I was rocking this since 02.
And nah, I don't know you. I'm an old dude. Yeah, it's so true.
You guys think you're Fabulous.
But you're a lot like Fabolous after the year 2006, no Clue!!!!
Where the fuck the crown at? Where the fuck your crown at?
I'm up to the ceiling, faggot - where the FUCK THE GROUND AT!?
NAH. I'm a bully, fuck the purple shit.
I'm all about controversial shit. Verse equipped, once the curtains drift...
- Apart. You sucking the life outta the thread.
Can't stick your neck out for the others, now you're ahead.
Yep. Couldn't have said it better myself.
I utilized whatever helped. Wore it across my waist, like a leather belt.
Look at the cards getting dealt. No one's ahead of Celph.
I reckon I get to wrecking like a Texan in the Western shell...
You can try to breathe. Doesn't matter, you'll...
Never reach up to my decree. I'm laying by the B..
E-A-C-H. If we're not fighting, then we straight.
Hungry as a motherfucker, go and get me a cheese cake.
You all beast bait. Just in case you were wondering.
Don't need Nickelodeon's print to bring you the Thunder, man...
Don't you understand? By the flick of the rubber band...
I'm coming, can any talk you got for 100 grand...!!!
(AHHH) Yep.. that's the cheese that you got...
No Dairy, air it out in any convenient spot...
It don't matter much. Battered up, Koppenhaver type...
I raise the right so fast a liberal will try to stage a fight...
You faggots lady-like. But I don't blame you.
Vantage point too high, me in pilots have the same view.

[Oxymoron]

keeping it flowing, going out the mind state
while still knowin that i left on time aye,
got my car keys, zig zags, super slims n reefer.
Could take my wallet, but fuck that all i need is my liscence
cards or cash, card to get the cash, damn it,
forgot the card need to turn back..ok, got it..
never stopping, least i remembered before i got there.
often clear the runway n take off like rocket fleets.
often cheeched without chong at the beach with a bong
chillin, cause chillin is how we feelin. Never feeling wrong.

[Oscar Worthy]

Never feeling wrong...

Because I'm not
I'm the fuckin shit up in this spot
I'm the nick you'll never forget once I spit
Your bitch better quit with those forget me nots
Thirsty thots no longer get me hot
Only want digits and stocks, my business rocks
Even tho its still at the starting blocks
I'm starting the charting, departing from those who I was once hearting
The moves they made were shrewd.. Now why you gotta be so ruuuude
Marry that girl?
Or carry that girl!
When every Tom's Dick that was Hairy had a twirl
That don't sound right, tryna turn a hoe into a housewife
This the game, let me teach you lames about life
Every girl is a hoe if your game is tight
If you say the things they like
Oh no?
Shorty that's how the game go
Yellin men are dogs when you do the same on the low
Its a vicious cycle and opposites attract, these are facts
A succubus will take away your life, not give it back

[Celph Taut]

Back up in this. Cracking bitches, yeah, call the chiropractor.
Tell em' "I'm a rapper".
Throw them off a 3 "story" building, Celph has defined the "chapter"...
Closed casket or open one?
I ain't joking, son. I'm a funny, do I amuse you?
Fucking faggot. Nail gun, I'm a loose screw.
I'm the one, n' you can't choose two. So the fucking one, I overlap
the second position, so all you see is a shadow when you step into this shit.
The best in the business. Your business seeing it's last run.
I don't chase cash, I sit down n' let the cash come.
You're looking like, "That's fun"...
Nah, no it isn't. I'm in your bitch like it's nothing, taking your whole commission.
Shut down your establishment, leaving no division...
Left afterwards, so you know I'm coming for all of it.
Balling like Spalding, prick. Pick up the phone n' call it quits.
Brolic' with the pen, on the road, abode with hydraulic lifts...
Nope. Can't be stopped.
Diddy shit. I don't spit anything that isn't sick.
I fucking rip the medical folders out. Know what my flow's about.
Yeah, yo, you showing doubt. YEAH. Shutting it down.
I ain't fucking around. Go to burger king n' crumple your crown...
up, then throw it up in the playground.
Aye, what you say now? I AIM... *blaow*, blow your brains out...
- the side of your face. Look at the number 1 spot, bitch, I'm in its place!!!!!
Moon man! Andy Kaufman. Sick, cough, and...
Completely illustrate myself, down in the mosh-pit.

[Oxymoron]

cropped, lopped n stocked in the grainary,
often propped up, always chill, never panicing,
franticly, manic thoughts dance sporatically,
eating focus among folk tales spoke upon
wispering winds that carry blades of ice
made to slice an penetrate through thick skin.
with no trace.. how can i be eraced..
placed on the paper, scrawlings start to escape.
after the morning, after i.. debate with myself,
about what to no now later, soon, but fuck it
with the flow is how i do, so i do what i do.
i do what i do so well.

[Oscar Worthy]

I do what I do so well...

So well, I'm swell
I can tell... you wanna put it in ya mouth, akinell
I holds down the pocket well
You wanna cock block it, self?
Self esteem drops from these hot heads, steam pops, out their ears
Fuckin queer, I said I'd rip you but not literally
Then in person you'd need nursing after the chisels deep
This not a riddle, geek
Don't end up as a Moist avatar after they find you, and your car
Looking for clues but man its hard
I don't have long hair, wore gloves, street nigga, no love, no cares, no rules, no fair
Try me? Don't wanna go there
I be on some other shit that is a one way trip to nowhere, teach yourself that
Or see yourself slapped when you tread where art thou shall not go at...

[Celph Taut]

Yo, I don't hold back.
He dropped at 3:10, n' I'm a drop about 15 minutes later because I came
on at 3.17. Flow heavenly.
No celebrity. Let em' be. I get it, I do it aesthetically.
Magic working, phonetically. Get it? Generate a genetic scheme...
The human body of music got thee' ounce of respect, denouncing your rep.
Their counting on the accountant, he left...
Money in the will of his verses, syllables cursed with a killer that will grill ya. A wordsmith...
Working in music, a personal fuse of disbursing the useless...
Using cursive to move through his sermon, you heard the influence.
The furnace, abusing the verbs, exclusive, he's perched on top of the mountain.
Waiting to take it. You fakes aren't great nor creative.
Trying to rap. I am the guy inside of the gap, protruding it further.
Homicide, you know? Intuitive murder, you should've heard of.
Jump on, or jump off. I pump that tough talk through the beat.
Face blue, strangle myself with tunes, cause I'm too unique.
Family guy in the background. Celph Taut works in the foreground.
Laying em' metaphors down. Sitting here on the board...
With the war crown. Yeah, a lost nigga? Not me.
I drop the hot heat... huh? Kind of redundant, I know, I had to rhyme it
- So, the timing of my mind is a go. You finding that I am
the Goliath, the soul of a lion, that claws. The Nemean lion, like Hercules
was fighting me, bro. I don't weight-lift.
I grab the bar bells, look at my muscles, n' shape shift.
You know where this is going right? Yeah, I am Dolomite.
Out of sight. Like Denzel and Eva Mendes, so now I write.
Gotta' devour mics. Tower over you cowards, yoga -
Position. Know your division. Pull out your soul and then ditch it.
That's my goal, n' you're twitching... oh, so a road with a closer
collision will fold ya faster than doing clothes in your kitchen.
Or where ever you do it. I already told you
I'm leather-face, better get yourself through this.
Cause I'm a teacher in this bitch that is severing students.
Never diffusing I'm the ghetto of the generation, a ruse when...
Getting your head into new shit. A veteran, who's this?
Celph Taut, my stealth got the higher belt on the shelf top.
What you felt is the welts, ock.
Don't get shell shocked, I'm out of my shell.
The powers of hell, from Satan himself.
Never taking you fakes on your help.
Call me John Wick with this phenom shit, shooting to kill.
George Foreman out of business, putting two in your grill
N' If I see you moving? I will... fucking use a pool stick
and screw a new tip in your face. You're excused, prick.
Cerebus was unleashed with the murderous speech.
You vermin? I teach. Determined to reach you nerds n' defeat
the urge to beseech the man of the hour.
Intangible power.

[Oxymoron]

so when I stand on hours, grippin the minutes, abstracts thoughts
without tangible time and space barriors within it to begin with.
Never mind, sever time, dig deeper, to the hardcore until we reach a
desolate mine withen pure rhymes written by the ancient scribes
lay entombed until carefully extracted by the makers mind
take the finds the pickaxe klinks and grinds as i mine away
lay down the bare minimum....... actractive rhyme display.

[Oscar Worthy]

Rhyme display...

So let me display it, let me just say it
I'm ya favorite, so I savor the fact this Kat has more flava than local acts
Who claim they this n that
Nigga you wack!
Easily GOD devours intangible satanic power
I tower over you cowards like I'm taller than Dwight Howard, In the shower
Stop staring at my dick
Little punk bitch tried to take pic.. no a PINCH
I pumped fist, when himSELF woke up all he heard was trumpets
At the pearly gates you would be denied for talking dumb shit
I run this, you succumb quick.. no, she said you suck & cum quick
I'm talking about your wife, your life, now peep it
When I see her man, I'll shake his hand, that's how I'll keep our lil secret
Yaaaah
I got a certain fire that hurts repliers
For instance, whens the last time anyone heard from Vincent?
Put that nigga on a flyer

[Celph Taut]

Yo, I hibernate, inside of the designer rate.
Watch me publish the written. Punish any dumb ass who comes into this shit.
Running this district, yeah, my flow a side show.
Kind of like the carnival act... so with carnage intact
I spit venom n' harness the track... Spider-man references...
Rolling that Mary Jane, barely sane, with an emphasis
I carry names... yeah, one's my own... I'm coming home...
Sean Combs shit. I bomb on any motherfucker who want it.
I flaunt it, easily. It seems to me you're all in the room.
Get called a buffoon for trying to stall the onslaught, bringing
plausible doom to the motion of written, approach it
n' hint the dopeness that's in it, is hopeless to think you'd go to a clinic
n' find this dopeness approached in the gimmick. Roasting your image
poaching your skin, and...
Rolling through in that old little civic, 99' to explode your rented abode, in seconds...
Jump head first into the wreckage n' find ya squinting, my presence
a visual essence of lyrics and vengeance, empirical evidence of a hero
I get it in, you'd never win. I'm clever n' whatever whim that I work on is berserk
like that Eminem song. Fuck pretending I come n' end ya, a pawn.
I ain't sentimental, my mental potential is through the roof...
Looking down at your new recruits. I slaughter the rap, much like what you do to truths.
The new bazooka Joe of shooting, bro I get you on co op.
N' pull your tank to a slow stop. I show off my new chrome glock. 4'4 pop.




Yeah, got you in there...
The father of rap, just so that your pop's aware.
Can't be blindsided, if you stop, I'm not gonna stare.
I am the law, my rhymes have evolved to sit inside of the officer's chair.
So fuck with the sirens n' shit. I am legit.
Quiet your click when I fire on your entire arm, on a private lawn.
Without the silencer on. It'll be mayhem.
A penchant for disaster. The war-zone is my playpen.
A.I. Brain like a working connection of personal aggression.
If I don't fucking reply back to you, it's for your protection.
Cornrows on the west end. Looking like Snoop Dog.
The moment you stepped in, you loss.
The new boss. The king of the billiards, don't get your cues crossed.
Yeah, that shouldn't come as a surprise to your neither.
I'm not Nas but any margin, but what I'm writing is ether.
On this paper, motherfucker, which should fire a fever...ugh.
I'm not catching. No, I'm not a receiver.
Bringing drama, I see ya... coming out of that little - that little...
Fucking little... scribble, putting Malcolm back in the middle.
And telling Hank that I'm the new Breaking Bad
protagonist... you can tell Jesse that he's a faggot bitch!
You can suck this... flaccid dick.
Blah. I was thinking that was it. But I just HAVE TO SPIT.
That wasn't graphic, then here's something that's graphic, prick.
Suck this magic stick... Until I crash the whip
at such a high rate of speed, the officer viewing the scene...
Won't be able to tell I was in a moving machine.
One king here, there's too many queens.
Blah. The dude's obscene. A nightmare, hell, he's even rude in his dreams.

[Oscar Worthy]

He's even rude in his dreams...

My 3rd eye, guy, tells me you not really as rude as you seem
To yourself
To me, you need help. You think you garnered respect? Let me check this reject
Who's technique hasn't reached my league yet so back to drawing board
Hit reset
Can't touch me like a peeve you pet
Act diesel on text turn Michelle Beetle when its time to flex
Giving you introspect into my amigo
My buddy, wherever I go, HE GOES
Quit buggin me.. BLAO... who's peeping out my peephole
Fuck your mama... I can't cross a line because you're a free throw
Fucka coma... I'll use little dots to further express breaks
With my divine pen I edit the text on your face
Your set's been erased, I invade your private place then put my feet up
Before I leave I'll take a piss without moving the toilet seat up
That is minor I can dig, but also didn't close the bread or put the mayo back in the fridge
And left the freezer open, and left the iron on
The water was running in the bathtub, flooded out your entire house?
That's what's up.. I mean that sucks
You got the vibe of a really fat fuck, yet you hold no weight
The situation don't add up, that's why you fuckin fakes mad as fuck
The hate is your mind state, while each line shapes emotions
Hypnotic potions got you devotin' to relocate
Hoping that "we ok" when its too late to shake hands
As your fate stands.. you wanted to battle Like TROY but went out like Aikman
You're irrelevant, I'm am thee avatar, Baptize you in all the elements
I come thru like a windy storm, spit fire, baptize you with the flow, then in the ground you go
You ain't fuckin with me like you celibate, hoe™

[Celph Taut]

I'm telling you... no.
What... you thought those lines were intelligent, bro?
Oscar would win an Oscar for having the most irrelevant blows...
I'm sorry, I figured you already knew you were a no go? Oh no.
Faggot, doesn't matter if you try to go pro...
You'll see the projection on top, moving slow mo.
Punchlines are SO-SO. Yeah, I meant the ones you didn't drop...
Because it was safe from not being seen, but what you did spit? Isn't hot...
Sounds like a written block that you getting, thought
You'd be stone cold, not until you get off that freaking ROCK.
What have you done for this site or off the net, for respect?
Calling me the reject, there's not a line we can detect...
From your side, fucking running your mouth.
Well, Frank Castle, bitch, the punisher's out...
N' all you've managed to do from me is summon some doubt...
I thought you were coming with clout, I was sadly mistaken...
Looking shattered, awaken a master, which is laughable, considering every battle you're placed in...
C'mon. How the fuck are you hitting goals?
You're miserable. You missing so many aspects of being an MC, but act like you didn't know...
So tell me, Oscar, how does the bottom of the totem pole feel?
Hoe kneel. Acting theatrical, like any of your lines are so reel...
Yeah, figured, I'd get cornea here...
An eye for an eye, and I see you're nothing more than a queer, performing
but fair warning, my "tier"... is over your head...
So you know that you're dead the very moment you read the last post was "...Celph Taut"
before you go in the thread...
Homie, you're cred? Ha! What cred??? Fucking dummy.
What I doug? Ain't nothing Funny. Your girls Patty? I'm a Skeeter... , like "Get the mustard, honey"..
Nickelodeon shit.
Not even trying n' I'm still exposing this prick.
Like I was in a trench coat and ripped that fucker open before EXPOSING MY DICK.
You're no fucking pro, n' that's it...
Didn't get at first... until I actually took the vital time I had n' read through your verse...
I was dreading it, worst? I felt depression that hurt...
Simply by expecting this half defected n' half perpetual spurt of textual worth, guess it ain't work...
Fucking tired as hell.
If this guy wasn't well orchestrated in the fine arts of sucking cock, he'd probably find pride in himself...
But unfortunately, as time would tell, his cheeks having caving in...
- by the way he's giving fellatio, n' he fucking waits for the facials, so...
He can take it home. Can't see me giving this fake the throne.
Put him into a box n' seal it like, "That's a place you can make your home...

[Celph Taut]

Like the fuck, look how this dude maneuvers through schemes... it's sickening...
He's like a fisherman, he just digs it in, a fucking hook like Ali, you can see when he lifts his chin...
You'd think it was Christmas when he brings you his presence. Narrowing
down your life work in a singular sentence. On top of the world with the bars,
feel like a King among peasants, lingering essence from bars, sparring
with you ingrates, n' bringing you vengeance.
This world's mine. Hurling lines every time I'm in sight.
A dark heart... there's just no finding my light.
I'd be honest if I've been hyped. And I haven't, so shut it.
Save it for the cats who can establish some actual judgement.
Carving out imprints on the gravestones of brave bones...
Look up n' see the weight that my name holds... like anvils for halos
on angels... dealt with a crisis, n' the pain woes
The same souls that spited my hope in hopes to exchange blows...
This is cardio... hard as I go.
I take a bar and unload all my fucking arsenal, yo...
I'm a marksman, for show. Look at my Cardigan, so
apart of my robes. You'll only get a margin of this start up, but know
My heart's in those... who give their heart back.
Bars that... speak of the hard facts... from the teachers
n' preachers who cited such graceful words...

[Nigma]

yooooo im stoned as ancient days, been dropped by death, the reapers kid
im sneaking in our vacant base while dragging kegs from east berlin
I lead these kids while chuggin cups of booze then chose. WE RIDE TO WIN
drank a couple pints and took a toke so now im driving drunk and high again
this stuff is nothing new, our health is scienced in with vicodin as vitamins
when people try this shit and fight to win, then cry and quit, id like to hit them
screamin FUCK YOU FRUITS! cause the proprietors involved, and I am violent
irony in bars, you’re baffled. fidget. frozen. hard to grasp but guard your asshole
heard myths of Mission equipping trojans and sticking his dick in spartan apples
we target planets artifacts and Dizz has mastered blackened martian magic
split the flow like midget moses mixed with most of margaret thatcher
starved and after have you paying penance, spitting plegm into the devils face
Dizz and Mish are screaming while im high and tryin to meditate, its okay since
Shankleys spirits honored, fear is gone, he’ll clear the odds and steer us onward
ascend our spheres of thought beyond the endless smear of conscience
then we’ll enter sheer lit darkness, artists partnered in this fearless conquest
its clear we’ve got a sheerly odd gift when mere thoughts appear as bomb threats
Honest...

[the specialist]

You will fail never can you measure up like broken scales
Dead issue see nowadays you only fuckin shit up male on male
Im hell like hard rain storms higher than anyyhing ya brain on
House em like all he do is stay home
Kings dethroned I could give a fuck see papa a rolling stone
Ya talking like you balling but we both know you injury prone
Broke...

I Have Spoken...