Freestyle Cypher

[Sammy]

It's funny, it seems “more” is never enough.
The long end that rusts
Expand ones horizon, they advised us,
Though the end, we’ll never touch
And honestly, that's our goddamn commentary as such
As the Girth of “want” stretch beyond the reach of some
And it's often the least of us
Dependent on lease as much as the focus narrowly scratching the sheets of trust
A thin layer as thick as the fibs we chuck
So we relent, extending energy to what's nearest us
Hear that thump
You .. trying to jump start a career that sucks!
The sneer of some of the peers as they appear in luck studded links
Doesn't that make u think?
What's hard work to a leaf of four cloven things
Over. Under. Who cares, the bridge is reserved for the water under it
Or hell’s ember. Burning ships made of match sticks
Friends comes with the burden of madness
The laughs, the gest
Laughing just to ignore the sadder shit

[Celph Taut]

Yeah, around 2010 I was tired of "average"
I'm glad I elevated so I knew exactly how bad it "is"...
Ugh. Terrible how these arrogant clowns are chattering...
Mad Max, traveling. Ghost World,
Coon Chicken, the pattern of shock-value I'm adding in
- to every rhetoric, so you have nothing more
than your beliefs being challenged, and your perception is thwarted....
Reading text becomes perpetual torture...
Words of motivation, expressed on a poster. Nah.
Motivation on the canvass, here....
Gotta face the reflection, especially when you can't stand the mirror.
Intervention via self-help. Words like,
the voluptuous curves on a models fake ass....
Learn the shit, or just take class.
Grade A pass. Crush through the plate-glass frame, that's...
Sitting there on the window, though.
Been a foe, ever since Willem became a villain, yo.
Me taking first place is as obvious
as Ren calling Stimpy an imbecile... when I was 10 yrs old!
And I know my age is relevant, but that goes
back to that shock value line. Just wondering
the impression it had on my mind...
And how we sweep it under the rug... recreational
drug habit. Fucking up, tablets crushed, sniffing up habits...
This is what happens.. when you're at the end of your rope..
And your body is still swinging since the pendulum broke.

[Sammy]

I suppose we all strive for the right angle, so to speak
So of course we’ll seek perspective in a “90’s” degree
It was a time that’s leased by childhood dreams
Most embrace the goosebumps…
But i was more of an “Afraid of the Dark” kind of teen
A Match stick amongst the black abyss
As the midnight society weaves
Morbid tales of ghosts moaning in silent reprieve
The plight. The vinyl intrigue
Stylus of sacrilege scratching in timely demeanor
Sounds echoed through the string of intellectual tangent
Theories and gamuts
Just out of reach...sitting behind reality’s fabric
What would you do if you were God?
I’d smile…
Oh, the answer?
To visit that moment in time when i didn’t need an answer
Worries and laughters dancing in careless, whimsical manner
Now...its an effort to win. Charismatic…
Charming smile. Put the gauntlet down…
Smell the popcorn now? Its 9pm...race for the screen
Blanket fort, sprawling down...plus homemade cookies! SWEET!!

[Celph Taut]

Tell em', LOOK AT ME.
Fucking look, damn it.
Throw in the hook, planted. Showing em' rooks, advantage.
Yeah, exactly. Not even sure what that means, but
the words on the screen just surge, like
the current between Von Doom's fingers, when he's murdering fiends.
Yeah. Bottom line is? That I've gotten science.
And we're not talking bias.
It means, I walk the highest. Talk the fly-est.
You cannot deny us. Basically, you're facing thee' man.
And whether or not I have writer's block?
I fire entire thoughts within nano-seconds, feel flying rocks
hitting you, faster than Syrian rebels
hearing firing shots, outside of their lots.
Look how quiet it's got. Exactly.
What the fuck could they ask me? Already took the baton, n' ran with it,
last week.
"Oh, that's neat". You took the back-seat already
levy' you whack geeks.
When I say it's crack, what I mean is it's basically ass cheeks.
The fuck are you to try and defend the proprietors trend?
This is the lion, again, while you're hiding inside of it's den.
Crying over spilled milk, without the dairy, huh?
This is Carrie's blood. Really, who is the scary one?
Put my ear to the street so that I can hear you run...
Cause this after thought's brought to you by the mistake that your parents done.
Or rather your parents "did". Seriously, here it is.
A recipient of an ass whooping, due to inheritance.
I've become more of a taboo than mixed marriages
Over the fact, I know I can rap n' I show arrogance.
I wear it like a badge of honor. Battle-slaughter,
it's casual that your ass is a goner, like an accident on a
free way, car projectiles the passenger, but not before
detaching his arms and flinging his ass into water...
I don't give a fuck. My sensibilities have long waned...
Pushing your wig back further than Lebron James, or beating
your ass like Solange, in front of Beyonce.
or matter a fact, having a longer rant than Kanye's
"Answers" one, on Sway.
Seriously, you DON'T have the answers, Sway.
Certainly not the one for why I am the man today.
And the way... I'm running this game, it's like
they have built me mechanic legs. Have a canon, for shots
like a camera's frame...
Got my hands to the wall to touch the ceramic frame...
organic, saying I stick out more than the legs on Lana Kane.
Yeah. That's an Archer reference, by the way.
The fuck you watching a Toon for? Because I do more
with words than a huge ward...
of dictionaries, picture nearly every fucking definition depicted,
clearly in this, cause here he
goes again. I hold this pen more tighter
than a skateboarder who broke his limb.

[Celph Taut]

Man, fuck all that shit, tho.
I be rocking it out. On top of the house.
Where I fell off it, n' plopped on the couch
Outside, all I hear is the "King of the Hill" theme song.
Tell Skeletor, I need a shoulder to lean on.
Mean, with the schemes, dog.
Yeah pass me the leash, homie, and be strong.
Be positive. Seriously, that's all it is.
I'm never gonna call it quits.
Punch drunk, having alcoholic fits.
12 steps, more like running through
your brolicness. Balling with springs, this thing is hydraulic lifts...
Damn... is that your car, holmes?
Or essay? Did I say it right? Holmes, essay?
Don't have neither. Spazzing out like a kid, having a bad seizure.
All I want is a slice of the pie, oh my I done HAD PIZZA.
When the moon hits your eye, or rather my fist does
It'll go purple, like mixed drugs. I'm sick, giving your bitch hugs.
Wow, and she like... seriously, just.. reached over.
And she wanted the beef, closer... I was like bitch, PLEASE can you be kosher??
See? When it comes to me? I am breathing the key culture...
And guaranteed I'll never die, to reap the greed out of THESE vultures.
Yeah. I can see you circling around...
With your personals now commercial, cause that circus just doesn't work, underground...
Man, Sammy and me is like the family tree
that's rooted in the ground, complete with branches and leafs
outside, because we can't STAND you MC's.
I'd rather plant two feet in the ground then be with you clowns.
So do me a favor? and leave when you C me around.
I drop raps, that's what I do. In case you're asking, me.
Actually, what I drop is a masterpiece... that's complete.
So, in regards to the intermittent rebuttals, fuck it...
I ain't addressing the public, nor respecting it, brother...
Guess I discovered text is another way
of expressing what's on my mind, all the time.
August haul, you can fall inline.
Checked the Facebook app, n' went on that wall of mine.
Just to see the trivial shit, you bitches are ALL denying.
Man, if I get another damn game request...
I'm picking out names, and bet I'm expressing my disdain, in text.
I'm saying, at best! I'll be civil about it...
With every ounce of my sanity, I'll try a liberal approach of handling it...
But damn it that if I hear a reply back? I snap.
I'm breaking fucking necks, like Ryback....
And I ain't Facebook poking you guys with that, I'm straight up
poking your tires flat.
Have Google find the map you were using to drive,
to blow up the place you're arriving at.
I'm so damn old school, I haven't left class.
There's just desks that... are collecting dust... which
I'm using to get a rush from this texting stuff.

[Sammy]

fuck it, now we flex. they fluff
we playin chess. while these cats are playin just enough...
to get by. i wish these bustaz'll test my bluffs
caught me red handed.. as i poker 'til she flush
who iller than us?
shit its like yall raps are simple
sounding like ass, half of yall faggots are gas as fuck, yo!
i'm speaking facts, whaddup, tho?
i don't mix well with "wack" so fuck no
we in the same class? lmao...now..that's some shit, yo
heuy newton's face on a confederate flag, thats a clashing symbals
string the violin, strum the bass slap the cymbals
as the fat lady sings a sappy single. plus she's fat and single
type to lay on her ass, eating bags of pringles
i ain't dissing the masses, shit, no!
that was simply a metaphor for how ass these rapper is, yo
our rhymes? we've never met a 4, fuckin dime piece with sick flows
its that time of the month when the Alum rip the fuck out this bitch. OH!

[Celph Taut]

Anybody fucking with us? Ugh, it's a BIG no.
Know it all. Walking the line, watching the roads dissolve.
My soul evolved, to the point that I just step over
looking at the tows that y'all pay for the net, n' yet you don't hold the ball.
Think about it, but don't hurt yourself.
A waist of time, placing lines that are not even worth the 'belt'.
My excerpts are felt. They're like pieces in the window view...
Much more deeper than what society has slipped into...
Which is true, you've captured the vision after a listen...
But this picture hue is too dark to see what's apart of the big pursuit...
My ideologies lie now and time, found
it much more prophetic to watch... the world burn
then to live within these menacing thoughts...
So I can hold the key when it's unlocked...
Doors open like chivalry isn't dead, but it might as well be.
The design is healthy. Poor conditions,
but the mind is wealthy.
Not even gonna lie, so many signs - they have tried to help me.
But sane is boring, I'd rather go against the grain
while the train is boarding, saying I'd go insane if I AIN'T EXPLORING.
Bruce Wayne euphoric. Even being an eccentric
billionaire, he still is prepared to wear the suit...
Which is ironic, why wear the mask n' not fear the truth??
It's part of the ancestry, we can share the roots...
And harvest the crop, on top, as they bare the fruits...
And that's just my observation...
Looking at the top, replacing
the sequence of steps, but yet they don't walk adjacent.
90's boom bap-rap was booted off the station
While the majority of the culture complains about their hip hop relations...
Fuck it. Let's admit it, it is here to stay.
They say, there's a way to change it, I'd rather not.
I'm glad we got our time in the sun, now it's our time
to let the new school define what they've done.
While I'm watching outside of their run, what I have become.
Man, it's all systemic.
Y'all don't get it, just fretting about...
The new generation, Lord Jamar's says they are "Guests in the house"...
of hip hop. And while I shake my head at the sentiment...
I can understand, yet disagree, cause it's evident...
It's history he will never get.
Who's appropriating the culture, really?
Fuck, such a silly argument.
Diversity was around long before Lord Jamar was pissed...
As a black rapper, I can understand how hard it is
for a white rapper with twice the skill as his counterpart,
existing solely to be apart of this...
You wanna marginalize? I'd rather recognize.
I'll open the metaphorical door, and let our guests aside.
I'm guessing I am nothing more than a trouble-maker,
getting under your skin, but you can
bet it's why... my inhibitions for it? Will NEVER die.
Logic is dope, and so is Macklemore.
Even Asher, or Action Bronson. Fuck the backwards talking...
Y'all are fucking hypocrites for this fickle shit.
It's ridiculous, the argument in ITSELF isn't even as big as we think it is...
If we can coexist on a planet? Then guess what...
we can coexist in this culture, too.
Yeah, I said it. Strictly my opinion, but hell... let's cement it.
If there's a door for Hip Hop, then let's assume there's an exit.
And you close minded morons can take it, along with questions
About the state that hip hop is in...
I mean, you gotta be some kind of dickhead to push an agenda
singling out a race, considering our history and the tribulations
we now embrace. Fuck, man. It makes me sick.
Look at our relationship without race in it, n embrace the shit.
Look at the people out their making hits...
And crossovers...
Love all forms of music, and there's much more exclusives...
Man, ya know what. I guess my point is, well...
the one I was trying to make is look outside of your race.
I don't see any point in trying to rewind our mistakes.
Last time I checked? Hip hop was about finding your place.
And appreciating the quality of the music that the style has embraced..



Frfr.

[Sammy]

while that's the case. i can find value in the face...
of ethnicity.
The iniquity of one context viciously observed
from racial malevolence to the music and the slurs
hate rally becomes a usual concern
in fact there's one to be organized in Boston, this im sure
protests will occur.
Hopefully "violence" isn't the impression printed in words
its absurd. the caste system implemented on a surge
"ownership" becomes the name of the game
semantics swivel and swerve...
recalling a dark pass, where chains and cottons were as thick as our blood
from hipsters to thugs, a division is made
but if u ask "have u ever slept?" you bet the answer's the same
perhaps the nuances would damper the claim...
now we go into the nonsense like "what kind of bed do you lay in?"
dividing our common collective acts for a portrait of blame
a gallery of grins and griefs. we don't want to be "same"
its too hard to be "sane". "your priviledged.." the calling card of the day
not realizing the hard labor that's made to be the top of the chain
the irony is the shackle becomes thicker as the progress is gained
the higher some are, the lower the lows seems to stay
like i say, from music to movements of social delay
a divide is present. a horizon of hate and decay
i hope the realize "rot" is of the flesh, but memories will replay
Am I illmatic or Marshal Mather? doesn't matter; All the same.
don't get caught up in balls and chains.
ballers with chains, recalling a darkest disdain.
now tell me where the guilty party sits when its we, who's pick at our pain?

[Authentic.]

Off that Hennessy privilege doe...

The tongue slick.. like a pimp that hustle a bitch outta her money quick
You can get the 4.. the 5th... or fuse em together, gih u 9 from the clip!
these bois aint sick.. the just got phlegm in they lungs. that damn tobacco
i blow hella smoke, break down leaves n stuff em thick.. u roll thin wraps doe
i dap bros, pack cones, n smash hoes... yall broke, get mad, n smack hoes
to much aggression.. its a recession, get u some money, and change ya sight
u know im right, being top tier on rb aint the top of my bucket list out in life
.. But i flame up and ignite, pull a switch knife, u wanna fight... i end ya life..
It's a good night.. to have a god night.. slide him a pillow, u knocked out.. right!
But stealth is my plight.. I move in mirror images, so the comp. cant pin point
.. like where u been boi.. in the Notebook like Jim Carey working that pen point..

[Sammy]

word, its the end joint, no photo finish
crafting lines that'll make the blind go "yo, what is this?!"
i'm so sadistic. type to put foes in ditches
i don't rock with hoes and bitches.
i like'em classy with bit of hoe'ish in'em
son, my flow'll end'em
who wanna go blow or blow?
its roy jones vs one of them pornno vixen
no joke, i'm sick son!
i go zero to six hunnit
fuck a drake, have ur body draped and held up by the old mortician
holdin u up right like, "son, ur cold" u driftin
in the abyss as your soul swam a lonely mission.

[walkerblack]

shit, pass the mic
i'll send a rapper to the afterlife
yall couldn't spit half the rhymes
I spit in half the time
I'm after mine --
Like for dollars and peace of mind
And once I get that piece of mine
Ima get a house on the beach
Seek me a woman to keep
Maybe grow my own mushrooms and weed
I like my women, my herbs, and my engines real loud
I like my freestyles and writtens just ridden with language that's foul
I read my statements aloud and then argue the point
Here in my city no starview's enjoyed
We see lights that's artificial
And artists whose art is official
But never a superstar who aint superficial
I'm "super," but "man" is a stretch
I've transcended my body, my soul's all that's left

[Celph Taut]

If that's the case...
I've been running laps, keeping all of these tracks replaced...
Playing the cards I'm dealt, as I slap the Ace
of spades on the table, able to crack a vase with mere thought
... no premonitions about it happening, when I grab this pen.
Doing abdominal crunches, working the core
verses personal form. Dark in the bellow, as he lurks in the storm.
My animosity too sick. Loose lips get abused, quick
with the pool sticks, now it's "In Too Deep".
Ruthless, records check for the new scripts.
All of you actors are useless. Right now? It's lights out for you huge pricks.
Dark porn. I made self-deprecating an art form
long before Eminem made it popular. So talk to a...
- man, who stands all over these "Stans"
wit' binoculars handy. Offering candy to your toddlers,
out of a unlicensed van. Sick shit.
No abductions, I lure you out of your estate and then await
for you to go constructing your argument about what you saw,
and then clock your jaw wit' a fist so fast
it'll actually knock it off.
Why are you talking, dog.
Anthropomorphic, knowing these thoughts are raw.
Immortal, my "normal" supersedes modern law.
Fuck it. A drop in the bucket,
I kick it off in the public, watch it explode
Who you know that is dropping so rugged?
With a sickness, so the hospitals love it?
Pay for your words, like it's not in your budget...
You overspending piece of shit.
My mind is a puzzle, making these pieces fit.
My thesis hits with the same impact of a Bruce Lee featured flick.
So keep your sense, and your insanity well intact, because...
I don't wanna come back for you, to back this up.
Bad enough, I fuck up your front grill like ya had a truck.
We butt heads?? And best believe I'm Judge Dredd...
And all I need is one thread.
Some weed, and some crushed meds'. A G and then some head.
Bust a nut n' then leave. I tell 'er
"You can come as you please".

[walkerblack]

My eyes low, I’m high
She wanna ride with the maestro
Flow with the tide, but won’t subside if the night goes
What U wanna find, check the signs in the sky, yo
Eyes closed, and the vision’s twenty twenty
Most my generation’s only chilling, sinning plenty
I’m on the phone, sipping henny
I got goals, stacking pennies
Play your role till the ending
Get a standing ovation
Make em stand up cuz you stood out
Ima stand up guy with my wood out
And I could bow, but I’m not proud
Of my performance
Sure, I got the words
But the words torment
Stick him in the hearse
with the corpses of the worst
With a Ouija board and a fifth to sip
Waterboard a body till it’s secreting
Info that’s been secreted

[Sammy]

rinse and repeat it. as mind's defeated, society becomes racially charged
violence becomes mindless and spineless - cracking faces and jaws
life is never a dull place, ay? calling names. calling card.
whaddup, Walker! welcome to the cypher, let ur mind race abroad
greet time, smile at eternity, snip and shape by the Lord
intriguing Avy, my brother
God embracing the space and the stars
like verbs and noun projection; divine collections in a masonry jar
i dig the flavor so far. poetry with a touch of personal depth
every verse that i sketched includes a birth and a death
the girth and the depth
its important to draw dimension using words. It projects...
competent. In the end, we all draw from it
the well of thoughts and "sense"
making wish with coin-flips of a phrase to engage the rest
Observe as Celph connect the final stage that's set
whether syllables or perfect rhymes - he would take what's left
and craft lines to crack mind - u have to show respect.

[walkerblack]

I spit soliloquies
Through imagery and smilies
And visibly,
my pseudonym isn’t me
Percolating this mystery
Through the questions
Projected once my
Psyche gets riddling

Blood stream riddled
With Ritalin
Stomach stuffed up with caps
I just tossed up my cap
And I am not going back

We graduated to a matrix
Filled with mazes and phases
Where our sins are what weighs us
And all angst is contagious
Every brain becomes caged in
By the ways of who raised it
But the cadence of sameness
Surrenders greatness to comfort

A Brave New World full of cowards
Who cower
at questions and power
Who’s proud to
work by the hour
Watch my conscience get scoured
As I empower these plants

Now I’m dancing with trees
And consuming their leaves
Having talks with myself
And taking visits to hell
i got no pics on my shelf
Or any stories to tell
But I’m happy,

Content with silence and solitude
Since they’re signs
That he’s calling you
All my plans have been falling through
Unconcerned with what congress do
Only that which I oughta do
Steady dodging these obstacles
God said meet at the rendezvous
So I’m here acting honorable