Freestyle Cypher

[Sammy]

We're all treated like slaughtered sheeps
Superfluous
Super flu
Super fly. frog splash. Pondering...
what done happened to jimmy snuke
Shifty eyes
Murder in the third dimension
Such absurd connection
Wordsworth with bit of benhur
It's epic.
The way I bend her. Epicenter against cerulean sea scape
Oh how smooth the sound the sea makes

*Scene change*

I jump butt naked in went cement
Sedentary. Read my epithet. Ain't it pathetic. Dare me?
Date me?
Fuck it. Kill the noise.
Smeared in joy.
Let the effervescent slay me
A Thriller; too bad and dangerous
Impaled incomparable
I'm paled in comparison
Like snails to a peregrine
Jailed to the fairest skin
Cocoa flesh with avocado eyes
Wtf?! T'Fuck am I describing?
Almond round surprise
Look I'm an ass man. Watch it bounce the night away
Spaulding shined parquet
All in due time they say
God can move time? Ok!
Observe the methodology of multisyllabics
Such a sought after assets
Not that it's hard to master...
Unless you fuckin suck
Son you ain't Marshall mathers
Now really what's the matter?
Manipulating sound
Not too encrypting now, is it?
Rhythm is an itch but the timing is the "wow"
Think about it.
High hats. Fourth rush
In The land of nods...it moves like cold crush
The groove is dope. Plus, the smooth, controlled stuff.

[Black Hornet]

Im all about safe sex and limiting time.
fuck a wife............cus theres always other pussy in line,
grabbing girls, sexually abusing them, I'd-
rather be using them, fucking and confusing their minds,
'till they delusional, call the cops and telling them I-
assaulted her but it was sexually induced at the time,
she begged me to it, i would never do it if I,
knew there'd be consequences, I'd turn off electric fence if i find
she said the safeword, then theres no way that she died,
because of me.........it never worked, resuscitation i tried.
its all a waste, I lied and the footage will show,
a brutal murder of the mind of a stupid ass hoe..........

[Vincent☺☺☺]

im at the edge without the option to leap/
i guess gods just watchin me weap-i'm fallin asleep/
to the same issues- wakin up to no solutions/
nope is losin' i cope in music/
i wanna put my head thru a rope but nope, i'm stupid/
i'll just live one more dayy/ what more can i say/
hope is a disease that tortures in the face of reality/
i look in the mirror and see the face of the cowardly/
only ambition is revenge so the hatred empowers me/
which also destroys the love-its taken it out of me/
follow me- apologies to jehovah, i'm lost/
i know you know that i'm lost/
so kill me or reveal me to be holdin my cross/
so to speak- when will i be lowered and tossed/
inside of my grave bed

[Sammy]

It's like simple jack vs a giant
But this ain't no Beans talk
I'm from Cambridge muhfuckas
Land of harvards bitches with mean walks
My verbs are violent (lol) Learning geek talk
Just to get my freak on
Ayo are u even legal my dude?
Where ur green card?!
I eat lard
Fat boy with the weak heart
Sleep hard.
Artery clogging diet, on some fly shit
Food fight; if the mood right I'll eat pizza at 5 am, that's a good life

[nerdy318]

battle rapping wrapped up cats and dogs
a hog in the game.. disaster to lame
i blast when yall came.. disaster to lame
if you matched a complaint ... wouldnt set the record straight
off the axis .. imagine
nobody's on my level... plus i got a new shovel

[Black Hornet]

without a point to stress- talking is wasted breath// society full of zombies, infected and walking dead//
sacrificed my sanity, now there is nothing left- to hold on to, if only i kept my wits inside my head// (brains)

everything that matters can get shattered and break,
if you've CROSSED the line you'll prolly get maimed, battered and raped,
dwell on that, hell in fact is a better place to be-
then where you'd be if you ever show your face to me,
im business when it comes to murder but treat it like a fest-i-val,
killing bugs and squashing turtles, sorta like Pest Control,
army of ant soldiers, kill the queen and the rest will fall,
prolly since they leader cant even grow a set of balls........

[Sammy]

my flow molest them all
drink gin from a skull chalice and have your fat bitch caress my balls
yall ain't a test, u small.
minute muhfucka but yall aint fly in the mic booth
quit lying and start writing truth.
rhymes about as hard as a jack fruit
i click clack when i cock the shit
you click clack...watch wizard of oz and shit
fuck a lion, i'm tin man on some heartless spit
scare the crow,
R.I.P. Brandon Lee but even he aint harmin the kid
enter the fury, leave an "r" out when i'm harmin your bitch
karma's a vixen.
see i laugh when bitches ask for committment
tell ur mother i said NO, with her flabby ass plus her breath stinks
i be fuckin ur best friend.
while u on that friend zone, i'm zoning in on that fresh skin
love the taste of her wet pink.
you fantasize. i rammed her blind, you taste what i'm cookin?

[Onceawhile]

gaze at faces till you got ya eyeful
trace expressions back to something thats largely primal
the basics are archetypal,
someone viral-marketed these symbolic idols,
and spread em... From an angle the hierarchy spirals
niches, places, roles, would you do what i do?
we're rising to a light we all aspire to
no more enemies, just the illusion of darker rivals
only one enemy. dumb tryin to be him. done tryna defeat him,
I'm a seismic behemoth even my size is deceivin
a beast in the flesh, with hands meshed
plans fresh, so quiet the greivin, quiet the choir and sneak in
mics fly to me from ninety emcees when I'm exercising my demons
n I swear its like priests each wavin the jesus piece at me
I came, I saw, I conquered, roamed, and conjured poems all alone,
leavin upheavals in Caesar's seat...a trail of wind followed then hauled in thrones,
and blew melancholic tones on hollowed bones of the fallen, they're clones, what role? my niche is what im calling home

this aint a rough draft. what style? i turn it 'round like puff pass
you better get your raggedy rabbit ear ass outta here fast
the rabbit hole's deep, way below where the moles sleep and souls weep
i'll broomstick ya ass full sweep
on a day to day you're grade A, I'm twice as much as.
dumbass. we're not even in the same battery class
you're violent thug trash, arms wrappin round you like a drug stash
my wallet doesnt have enough cash



anybody wanna get it gotta just hit the [RECORD].
All i can think of is gettin caught up and dippin the hoard
split the reward
get to livin abroad, with no idea what we're skitterin towards.
fiddle with chords
riddle the chorus with riddles and in the middle of the rhythm i just hit em with multi syllables,
a little bit more.... . .
Escape-ism...
no idea what this place is, huh?
i saw the world. played victim.
draw the world. paint pictures.
all they girls, hey listen
im on my own. Aint missin. Page missin.
Stage glisten, pay 'ttention
"ooh", "ahh" "o!" which one to take with him?
Play it again then.
night time. days endin.
my time's just beginnin'

[Celph Taut]

Oh, boy. Looks like I missed a lot.
But I just ate Kraft KD cups, so that hit the spot.
Not even trying to write.
I am just passing by, eying the site.
So you can guess why I'm alright.
Probably has a lot to do with the fact I just stuffed my face.
So I'm seeing dreams over my head in a hundred dozen shapes.
Or possibly, because I'm tired as shit.
Or not even tired a bit. Just drifting in idle, a bit.
Sitting in silence, and it's 3:55 in this bitch.
Thinking of the possibility that I don't exist.
I spent the better part of my life trying to find me a niche.
And didn't fit in any, particularly.
Spent 10 years just trying to see the picture, clearly.
Spent 5 years, 5 YEARS ago looking up words in the dictionary
to make myself look smart on a website for you freaking fairies.
I guess that back-fired, or did it?
I mean, I learned a lot. And it was a lot of work, I feel like I earned that spot.
Legendary. Ah, how I love the sound of that.
How I've devoted my time to dropping a thousand raps.
If I walked the earth as a drifter, I'd feel the ground collapse.
Now it's class. Or a church, and I'm always down for mass.
How the fuck did I go from a writer who does
a lot of his verses on the go, to bombing so phenomenal?
To exposing his work to a crowd that shares the common goal...
And made it the highlight of his life, is strictly comical.
No, not really. That'd be silly.
Lied about being in Brooklyn, when I was in Canada, really.
I remember that! That was back when.. I was basically acting
as a New York cat, and did up tracks, then.
Oh, how I didn't want people to know I was from the north.
Cause if I did, I wouldn't get any fucking support.
Back-brace. Well, in that case? Canada started gaining momentum,
and a lot of cool acts came from it, so alas? I had to play legit.
Me and my real self had a long distance relationship
But I certainly wasn't gonna make a stamp on this road by faking it.
Fast forward a couple of years, I'm stuck in the gears.
My fucking soul yelling, "NOTHING TO FEAR!" .
But it's this same road, with the lane tow.
Bump the radio, playing Zane Lowe.
Living my life, like it's a game show.
But it changed, though. So many expectations of me.
Complacent to the point that I hate to be seen.
12 years later, still chasing the dream...
Racing, it seems I put so much emphasis on facing this screen.
And it just stares back at me. Like mirrors, apathy
has become a prominent character trait in my appearance, as late.
There's this debate I've been having with myself
whether to record again. Then, to see if it's passion, or of a boredom trend..

[Onceawhile]

I'm
caught up with a sword in this organ again
in a spot that it cant afford to get in
door to the core,
the decor is sort of a sore
i'm sworn to my orders, chaotic, discordant
they all can get cornered
I'm california livin.
wait a minute,
just play the rhythm
till i've lost senses
no pretenses.
autistic, artistic, god gifted
gears shifted. car drifted.
I'm starting to think that their AREN'T limits
too far in it. swisher cigar scented.
visual, symbolic, archetypal
all these lyricals on the pinnacle of a modern miracle
automatic
oughta just get entranced,
and dance. them chants. enhance
this advanced stance to rhyme
bypass the mind
with my pantomimes (meh.)

[Celph Taut]

Watching my plans define...
The clockwork, like the grand design...
Sit in the matrix, watching the hands of time...
Tick back... Watch/Clock/Hands of Time..
Such a play on words that the Thesaurus
is measuring the talent, trying to get it in...
But I am ahead of it...
The rhetoric in the skill, feels like a medic, wit'
her hand placed firmly on the anesthetic kit.
Yeah... I'm a genetic mutation of Jason, and
Pennywise, penning, I ... am feeling completely RE-ENERGIZED ...
So yeah, battery in the back, charged...
Corporate Major.. get cracked, Sarge...
That position you're eying ? Yeah, that's ares.
I've been in the drive, minus the crash bar.
These cats far from putting their stripes on this NASCAR!
Fast, go and get you a gas card...
your fuel is low... they look at me like, "What you using, bro?" You should know!
Dab nabbit. Rock a crucifix, for you Juda's hoes.
It's usual bringing a match to throw on your funeral...
Then I crash that bitch, faster than Chazz Reinhold..
Like, that's final. You can see the shit through the glass silo.
They say, you should never meet your past idols..
And I agree, I didn't ... I was trying to be, spying up from behind a tree.
She got up, and I ran up just to smell the scent
from the recliner seat. She turned around and before she could try to speak
I went sliding deep... inside of those divided cheeks
N' crammed it all in faster than a freshman in study hall, during his finals week!
(Dude!) What? ....(You suck!)
No, your wife does... for the low price of two bucks, I declined
and said it was "Too much".
Any-who, what's ... new, sluts?
I'd fuck a Neo-Nazi wife with a barbed-wired bat I got from the Ku Klux.
Cause I like to bang... taking your wife, and hanging her
with more chains than an all American Bikers gang...
I mean, damn. Opened that Popeye Spinach.
I assure you, Master P couldn't even top my limits..
I'd fucking go over your head and under it, if you're wondering...
How I got the Apu swag - thank you, come again!
Son of Sam. A lunchbox full with a hundred grand.
in bitcoins... wait, what? But isn't bitcoin a...
Ah, fuck it. I said it, bro. Give you this unleaded beat down,
till we are cool. Then beat you again with diesel fuel.
And it won't be a mystery either, cause I'm a leave a clue.
And make sure the investigator is able to read it, too.
Your about as subtle as the Edward Nigma name pun.
"Well, your name is Celph Taut... That's a pretty lame, one".
Touche. That was from 2006, I was riding a new wave.
Plus, I was pretty young when that view came.
You can imagine though... how much people played it out.. Yikes.
If I heard another flip on it? I'd fucking flip, and then flip a bitch.
Picture this... the mark of the beast, each piece
spelling triple 6 with more shock value in the streets than InFamous...

[Onceawhile]

my stock value reaches infinite, seeking impetus
or distance from the worthless jewels,
verse renewal scoop in the word pool,
versus a merciful wordsmith grueling searching but his journey's interminable, i'm versatile
not a jack of all trades, but i remember that
best wishes like I dragon ball prayed, then I drop an amen to that
a vagabond when the camera's on, panning on a sad and long gaze
sat upon praise, couldnt understand all the craze
pat his back, he's on his way out of the paddawon stage
rap nowadays? I'll speak of almost all the days:
the words---all logical connections of varying order
higher order, lower order. wordplay? imo that shit childish like dora explorer
put in mental effort, or ignore and let the rhythm take hold "abort abort your
meant to entertain," on 1 level we enter mental planes
and the words validate plenty of things...
whether you read or listen, we simulate communication,
and communication can take you into a newer place but its all in your mind
who am i? a complex of thoughts? i swear we use them in a referential vein.
Now do you see.
Those centered on fame will have you down on your knees
bowing like slaves, cuz they know how to play the game
turn the page, not everyone aims the same:
not everyone's bent on self promotion
there's venting emotions,
which form a connection in the listener that sets him in motion:
self attunement; but there's also stupid shit. its hardly a wonder of "how could it be?!"
my goal's to let words form sincere coherent thoughts which slip out to these keys
and i might earn an ounce of esteem---
self esteem.
its a selfish dream, its for a skill set
friendship is pain, i dont know what else it means
i haven't put my kingdom on the hill yet
can't spend too much time anyways, cant afford to pay me that real debt
got the task to wrap this up,
but i got stuff to do so thats enough

[Celph Taut]

Sit back with a kit-kat bar on the throne n' laugh it up
Self-dictatorship - I'm not following what these cats construct...
Their methodologies... aren't adding up...
bad enough I watched it from the throne, they wanna dabble in the pond again...
Trust me, from this boot to your ass right here? Is a long descent..
A bloodhound for the victory, picture me coming on the scent...
Penny for your thoughts, you can picture me like I'm on the cent...
Condescending, but I had no idea what my mama meant.
Y'all repent. Your wicked ways... church steps disintegrate
As you walk on them, in a daze...
What they call it's the sinners maze... and I agree,
it's a mutual ground... for those who oppose, and those who are new to the sound...
The Brand Nubian now, truly astounding...
from Anubis, the Fountain of Youth out, it's the truth that you dudes wanna drown in.
Taking a breath from the creation, what they're facing's inept...
Encased in such a free mason, their placement has no trace of it yet.
Basic, I take it to the next level... wait for the step..
As the other disappear right in front of you like erasing your debt..
Damn... as I get older now I can't hold it down...
It just seems like all this new terminologies thrown around...
And I'm playing a catch-up game, watching my colleagues
retrofitted... taking a subjective gimmick and claiming that it is the best who did it.
Pfft... I don't know shit about what's happening now...
I just know I'm happy being at the back of the crowd...
While the new generation raps with a style
I'm not familiar with... but still, I feel it's legit... just not a skill that I get.
I'm watching these old heads mock the new ones...
Can't say that I agree with it anymore... mixed feelings...
for the kids who look to the big ceilings... aspire to be the next Uzi Vert..
It's us who stagnated... our taste defined in one place of time.
Big headphones, as those Maxwell tapes rewind...
With CD's in our closet there like an ancient shrine...
But low and behold, I'd rather have that moment than oppose mine
on a generation who simply won't ever have the respect for it..
We expect that they'll jump on an internet forum...
Or a message board, and do the text but that's what our vets are for...
From a generation where less is more... we grew up
on Peter Quistgard's login, Cool Edit Pro when we press record...
How the fuck we gonna preach to the kids...
When they inadvertently gave us appreciation for the pieces we did?
It's about a comparative essence there, there's a sentence
written, we decrypt the message... so we can't expect the kids to get it...
Eminem's 44... Jay Z's older than that...
Our own ideas for what it was, is what's holding us back.
"Rap", "MC", Lyrically"... all retired terms.
When you inquire, first open your mind to the newly desired words...
Cause quite frankly? I'm over dissing the youth...
We say their whack, but objectively... it isn't the truth...
They're just the in crowd, the sound of today...
How are we clowning when we're still pushing the underground shtick.
30-something year old's still saying shit like "sick".
I gotta be true to myself and put those views on the shelf...
Cause music itself evolves whether you wanna help
or move to the side... the youth is alive - it's up for you to decide.

[Celph Taut]

That's the mantra.
Die and leave a beautiful corpse.
Or live again through music and stay true to the source.
It's a basketball game, they're viewing you in the courts...
While you're spinning the ball around, in the end where it all falls down.
Like domino's. Who shares the common goals
Through a modern society, cascaded dawn goes beyond the tolls...
They're not ready for what the law beholds...
Deep in Hades deposits show all the rotten souls...
Reaching from the darkness, oh...
What a treat for them... the light is only bright for those that are seeking it...
Once you reach the cliff... dangle your feet over
the bleak abyss... it is what you seek, but you don't know how deep it is...
All of these bloggers all of a sudden wanna preach to kids...
While rocking fake jewelry, commenting "It's where Jesus lives..."
Nah, Bhad Barbie got signed... it's a new day.
Trying to feed off of social media, but it's too late...
Dollar signs equate to the amount of followers, all combined...
Calling time to sign your life away on the dotted line...
Ugh, bleed green see green... we green.
Fake hype shown through your TV, minus the green screen.
Die a thousand deaths for that crown, and yet...
You don't know how to get... out of debt... so ya stuck.
The middlemen know what's up... it's in the fine print
they don't show enough...
Texas Hold em' up, glasses shown don't let em' blow your bluff.

[Soule]

When life gets tough you throw it above,
knock down a few until you think you're in love.
Throw a few darts and see where they land,
because life's about trying to create a plan.
Uncover a deity or walk around the sea,
discover your family or a newfound belief.
Sooner or later, you won't be able to retreat,
so fight while you can before the noose recedes.
Follow your dreams, no matter how insane,
because being happy is better than doubt or shame.
Unbound the chains and let your imagination run free,
you're a wolf, my son, now devour the sheep.