Freestyle Cypher

[Celph Taut]

Haha...

My pen's the medicine kit... adrenaline lifts
from the page when the epinephrine hits...
So don't question it, bitch, the messages kick
Like David Beckham's in this.
The inflection that rips through your portal
passage way, that's all I have to say.
Off the top, quick, like a whack toupee.
Up in a close to the product, this is the last display.
It doesn't get dumber than this, ask Lachey'...
He dated Jessica, n' Kim's latched to Ye'... but if
you push my elevator up, I'll get to swinging, like
Beyonce's sister, thrashing Jay...
Shitting on these rappers... Day, ...after showing his ASS ON STAGE!




Yea, set your apartment to a massive blaze.
Then leave the premises like Mariachi had grabbed his case...
Fucking morons. So many references here,
that I need citations. A train of momentum that's leaving my station.
Eyes glazing. High out of my cranium...
Smoking on something potent, son... I feel my receptors going numb.
Can't process thoughts, everything's fuzzy now.
Reality is floating away n' the day's buzzing out.
You only think you're a fucking failure, because of doubt...
But have you stepped outside of your turtle shell, you'd know what's about...
To go down. I belt out provocative theories
invokable, clearly to cause to obstacle you walk on to vary
Because I hate routine. That thing you're seeing? It ain't a dream...
But it's OK, you accept it. You'll quickly learn to respect it.
Every word's connected to the verge of the vertical entrance...
Got a penchant to going back to my proverbial vengeance...
Cause I light the track on fire, make it flat line.
But I didn't do it with that line.
EKG Machine get cracked by me. Snatched IV.
Vital signs? That's tiny.
He won't live out to the night's end.
Which works out, because the price I put on his life, tends
to be twice the amount he could pay, n' I'll end it like that...

[Oxymoron]

end it like that? my friend im right back with the ill raps
burrito that meat bro cause i gots me a mean stomach rumble,
fuck it i fumble my rhymes n gewt back on point like needle bed sleeping.
Free the mind thinking, hmm what should i do for the weekend,
speak that treason, you mean smoke those trees n listen to the breeze
yah im speaking about chillin n peace freakin it, please
simon n garfunkle spins as I blend my chia seeds into boiling water
add in the cows milk from the sacred udder, suddenly im energised
spending my cash on peanuts. literally thats how i feed myself,
with super nuts to be in well health. Coconuts n fruit heal me now or
peel it down, eat bananas. feel the power, reap the sourey sweet rewards.
my ripe rhymes get groovy as I catch the apple that gravity grasps.
pass the mic to the next man cause my brain be blasted.

[Celph Taut]

That game? He smashed it. My name's been plastered on the wall like a mural...
Standing tall, n' I'm thorough, with all of my lyrical law
from the borough... born and raised in the North, with the snow...
The forcible cold of my flow's unfortunate, bro...
It's purely second nature. My heart needs to be chipped at...
With a pick axe, on my brightest day I'm still Pitch Black.
...like Vin Diesel. Deep in your tissue, I lift cats
spirits to a different level, n' they're asking why risk that?
"I don't know". I'm climbing though. It's all about timing
n' measure... with they rhyming that's defined under pressure
like Diamonds. Mining for treasure, like pirates
on a desert island. All the riches that this peasant has left behind him...
after his rescue, leaving his Wilson ball, saw its presence shining...
In the darkness... the witnesses that saw said "It's blinding..."
- But yeah, back to the matter at hand...
I will completely shatter the rim. Fucking spectators
on the side will be like, "He's at it again".
Dab nabbit'! I be grabbing this pen...
like the Joker, let the madness begin!
All of a sudden in the world of Hip Hop, I see a casual trend...
Of faggots bringing authenticity to a gradual end...
Yeah, "It's Moist" indeed.
The foundations dilapidated. Fortune's been castrated.
It's forcing, and cats hate it.
The portion's past raided. Orphanage cashed way in...
on taking in the less fortunate, with text torture shit.
UH!
So it's like you can't be authentic with the way it is...
Displaying shit in ads that are advertised to be AIMED AT KIDS.
Mind blown. Blow your brain to bits.
It's a taboo they don't say exists.
Like a higher power up above - atheists.
My architecture is pretty clear. Giving gear.
Like a fucking engineer. Crystal. So let me make it more crystal clear...
And spell it out for all of you, phonetically.
There's no way you're GETTING ME. It's over and done with, faggot, just let it be.
A beast in the making of an eastern creation.
FREE, like a mason. Got the keys to the range, n'...
Popped the hood up. Cut the fuel hose, then closed it quietly.
Evil, for those who know the demons that roam inside of me.
(Silently) You'll never get a rise from me.
A despise the disguise of sheep. Can't blame Neo when he's presented
on obstacle on top of a building with Morpheus n' tries to leap...
Across n' then fails to make it, that's why it's deep!!!!!!
*takes a deep breathe*
How's that for a reflex, the seeds that we plant to grow a tree, just
to gander at what to see next.
Be it a weed hedge, or a gnome on a lawn, next to a painted green ledge.
We pledge the allegiance of the desecration of freedom.
In the United States of the Soviet team up.
I guess it's about time we meet up. See what... exactly has caused this destruction
of ourselves, n' speak up.
Yellow tape. Homicide, CSI isn't so mellow, mate.
Maybe you got somebody to confess to the head of state.
All the hate mail and angry letters we generate.
For those who self medicate, n' the congress who can't get it straight.
Free speech is never late. Uh, uh.
But never mind all that, what the fuck was I saying before?
Way before the Iranian war.
Way before the uranium stored, aliens, more drones and Ebola outbreaks were informed?
Wonder what that's gonna do for boarding planes, when tomorrow...
You can have Secret Service Agents aiming straight at your daughter...
In the wake of the slaughter...
Sitting up late, yeah, your brain starts to wander...
About Angelina Jolie getting dame as her honor (pfft) ...
When I'm basically having trouble trying to stay above water...
Long enough for the person supposedly saving my life to say I'm a goner...
Fucking hate the news. Has my brain confused.
Watching and waiting through every last detail...
For remaining clues. Got my trainer cues, gun, and army ranger boots.
Just a faceless moot, out there ...rearranging truth.
What about the remaining troops who come home
with post-traumatic stress disorder, trained to shoot? Ain't it proof...
That war on ISIS, psychologically, is a dangerous group...
When 90 percent of the people we send to fight have been strained recruits?


Blah, hate to get dramatic on y'all...
But with battling n' all, I gradually draw on every action involved.
It's primal instinct. It's kind of distinct.
Blinds have been messed up, we can see through it now.

[Oxymoron]

cooler than mr freeze.. cause yeah... im chiller.
stuck up with a cocky smile, watch my skills to pay the bills
take both pills at the same time n fuck up the matrix,
brother, my ancient skill be timeless, stimulated, realer
gimme mine, feeling fine, spray cans spitting fire
end to end, wall to walls, up n down, nothing foul
style evolved, from stickers to stencils. kick it.
im mental in the mental after all that ive been through.
So i visit the walls n analyze the skills on display,
on sunny days with cans out writing away.
Space decals, wild letters and force fields made
on surfaces for all to witness n appreciate.

[Celph Taut]

The different rate of travel of how I unravel the lifting plates
associated with music, I make the muses anticipate...
- it. So in theory? The know I'm like Moses, clearly the only eerie...
Master. The tone, it varies every time I pick up this mic.
So the difference is like... what you are picturing, right?
Ripping you types, significance measured in an intrinsic light...
They wanted to copy my platform, sorry, I was out for a coffee...
But I'll be happy to show you a preview of it, now that you got me.
My style's in the hot seat. Unbearable to most people.
Wondering how a calm approach of music can be so lethal.
But I am the only one to present this to you, no sequel.
The killer's back. The feeling of a villain who's just spilling the facts
willingly... acts accordingly. This is only part of the vision
There's much more to me. Challenging both
sides of the coin, they say it's like sorcery.
Spatial plain. Sitting back, relaxed, cause he hates to train.
But authenticity's on his palette, while fakes complain.
That's the beauty of it... making ugly acceptable.
The slight imperfection's glow...
Right for every block, sliding each piece inside of the puzzle
Calling Tetris, home. The beat's like his metronome
The face of Chamber - engulfed in flames, n' his chest is blown.
There's just no telling his heights. Compelling, he writes whatever he likes.
On to a paper. -boy, which is coincidental since it's then
tossed to his neighbor. It's like the man who walked in the forbidden
pond, n' mocked his creator. Voicing his thoughts, while they masses
talked about God as a savior.
Yes, believe, and you will be saved from possible danger.
But I gotta admit, the absence of belief has made my thoughts a lot stranger.
I find myself wandering. Pondering.
The evil... how is it not a sin?
I don't know, yeah, regrets are a bitch.
But the freedom of not knowing is the best that their is.
Young adults have raised a generation of kids
Among technology. And they expect an apology?
Hit up my twitter, and follow me.
More and more wallowing. Capitalism has swallowed up all us fucks.
College cuts. Scholars graduate at a dramatic rate to have some cake.
But... now, think of potential salaries.
Then, sit there and tally fees from all your class degrees.
It's the last we'll see. It's a cash grab.
Fuck, why the fuck do I always go on some shit about politics or something alike?
I guess it's what happens to me when I have nothing to write.

[NIGGAWHAT]

celf taut, havent ya heard? your girl complaining bout your dick,
haaaa but thats were I come in....
cuz I just went 0 to 100 on your bitch, gave her that Raw mix,
She feeling moist inside, but shit, she liking my dick,
Id give her that whip, but wit that chain round her neck,
looks like she already knows who her owner is.

[Celph Taut]

Eh yo, that was a no no, bitch. I make yo thot'
jump on my pogo stick. She gets the skinny on this cock of mine, but she know it's thick.
Ha... talking about 0 to 100, let's just cut the 100 part...
Cause if we're referring to any shit you do, that's where it's gonna start...
YEAHHHH... Like CSI Miami, what...
You're just bamma, cut... one hook through ya shit, no hit with the grammar stuff...
Uh. I slam through this man, what's up? Me.
Looking down on this kid, he doesn't want it with me, I'm being obvious, seeing...
That shit of yours? You're a kitten, forced your way up on that high chair.
You're spaced out, cadet. Catch the spy ware.
You're high, yeah, but you'll never be as fly as this guy here...
I'll make this pupil cry before he ever reaches to my "tier"...(word)
Didn't you know? I'll riddle you, bro.
That's Mr. Nigma shit... Two-Faced up in this bitch, yeah this kid will flip...
his freaking lid. Ridiculous how... these kids come pick up a style.
Go to town on some Adult shit. I ain't "kidding" around.
Yeah, your girl is mine. Got her to go around the world, twirl
and wine. On my list... gave her that "My Name Is Earl" design...
BRUH...BRUH! Tell you run your pockets...
Nothing shocking. I pull your bluff from the fucking sockets!
Chea. No shock value. Looking up,
there ain't a skill you can be knocked down to...

[NIGGAWHAT]

You shoulda took education nigga, how you celph taut?
You quoted "Kidding", shit, I'ma need to father you up,
Call me the batman boi, cuz the boi in ya dp lookin real shocked,
Bout to be another James Holmes in this bitch, I call the shots,

New to the site bout to take shit over, loaded the glock,
Smoke you on some next level shit, like the cigarette you got,
You got spy cam? shittt.... this nigga must be a cop,
got his girl buggin me so much, but she ant wit em....
She just wired on my cock.

You'll make my pupills cry? no doubt nigga there called eyes,
Your 2 easy 2 rhyme, got nothing 4 me, you sounding like the last guy,
You pussy celph, didn't your dad show you how to be a man,
probally not around... cuz if he was he call you a failure of a man...

[Oxymoron]

words jump out my brain n span the main land,
brave the pain, man, its just the same as
ever before, never we forfit, forever we all is
calling for the enormous enforcers
but i remain lawless, dodging societs forces,
of course its that guy that likes alchemical symbol
sourcery, dispelling the spells with words spoken,
in the sky with birds open armed freefalling
hitting the ground with no harm. Dreaming,
meaning to stop rhyming so fucking mean,
meaning to not cum in your chicks snatch,
but i do with a big splash.. semens overflowing
even though i ran out of juice a long time ago..

[Celph Taut]

Nah, Nigga ain't seeing me.
Easily delete any of his self-defeating schemes.
I'm a nightmare, leave nothing but fleeting dreams.
Yeah, you aspired to be a retired MC?
Well, that's what will happen if you fire at me.
Get a schooling that will require a much higher degree!
C'mon NIGGAWHAT, pick it up...
Cheeks caving in, looking out for a dick to suck.
Fiending for that Rooster up in the coupe makes this chicken cluck.
You're in a small pond with those washed up remarks
You're no more, to me, than a sitting duck.
(AH.)
I kick back, while you move forward.
Your new? Makes my look new, borrowed.
There's not much a discovery. You only exist in this bitch, because of me.
Your purpose doesn't exist.
So, what you discussion, you bitch, I'm buzzing
n' there isn't much of a percussion in this.
I'm like the Russian, my hits exploring your dome.
You ring it in, n' then talk tough more on the phone.
So hot, I'm calling Florida, home.
You're in my territory, explore the unknown.
My formula known for that science shit...creationist theory.
So on that note, WHAT, my statement caused your placement to vary.
Take it all in, I'm just looking for your place to get buried.
Nobody's chasing you, fairy. You not worth the read.
Didn't even have a look at your verses, b. Then dropped this diss after, purposely.
It hurts to see... one of my under dwellings unearth the need
to try n' push over a God, you must think you are Hercules.
I dwell on Olympus with that intelligent pimp shit. I can tell you're an infant.
Compelled to throw your weight n' you'll get pelted an incredible distance!
(Faggot) Yeah, Underground King, word to Pimp C.
You're the Underground Fling when against me.
Tensions rise, but the ego's don't, so your buck stops. Buck shot...
right through your puberty phase, don't wait till your nuts drop.
Fuck it, n' while we're on the topic? Get a diagnostic.
This guy's not shit. Not one line on par with the rhymes inside of my subconscious!
Shit on faggots like you. Family members get dragged in it, too.
And I go overboard, catch me with a knife over you, stabbing the wound!
One look at your verse, n' I can tell that your dad's buffoon.
Who spread his inbred genes to your mothers pussy, n' had you too soon.
Yeah. Damn. Don't care what your doctors said.
You knocked your head when your retarded mother through you off the bed!!!
Now count to potato, while I'm clowning you, the very sound of it's fatal.
You rocking a helmet on the short bus, playing around with your play-dough...

[Celph Taut]

Ain't even gonna wait till' the dust the settle...
busted metal brings the ignorant back to the fucking ghetto...
Yeah... sitting on that project stoop, quivering.
You get it in... Frank Lucas style, cut out the middlemen.
I ain't playing the world's smallest violin, nor...
Am I fiddling. I'm scribbling.
Waiting for that adrenaline rush inside to hit again.
Then I pick up this freaking pen.
Shit's zen. 1 over 0 - looks like the biggest 10.
Travel to the travel lodge. Sitting back a notch.
Crack the bottle open, down the Bacardi, right after Scotch.
Hit after hit,sinking; Look at how the kid's drinking.
Laid out in that office chair. Cigar smell like a big kingpin.
You small fishes all bitches. The words of a giant.
Serve as defiant when ushered among a colony, perturbed in compliance.
This me every day, you're just learning the science.
Got the masses following my lecture now turning to guidance.
Who the fuck being cheap or frugal? I lead the new school.
Calm. Laid back. Hipster-ish, but I'm seeming too cool.
With that kind of heat. Look until I find the beat.
Crank that instrumental till' you feel it. Make the rhyme complete.
I'm unique. Design is sleek. Always on the edge.
No, but not this time. This time is different.
Mind is pimping. While these kids just turn yellow belly - some kind of Simpson.
If you see the big picture clear, why's iris wincing?
Fuck out of my face. Look at the style and the grace.
It's been a while since they've traced this kind of a placement to a guy that's so wildly embraced
by the estates, driving the stakes inside of the ground.
It's never been so quiet when I am around. Like telling the giant to bow.
Didn't fucking make a response because I am "allowed"
Violent and loud, with enough venom to silence a crowd.

[Celph Taut]

Lord have mercy. Jesus Christ.
C's just nice. Key's just slice, through the venue.
They ain't ready for what the pen do.
I'm the Last Real Writer Alive, defined potential.


Whether Billie Joel, or ABBA.
The Eagles, or Journey.
I'm a classic with the phat-ness. Ain't no need for a gurney...
A part of the walking dead - no Weekend At Bernie's...
Back in 98' is when they hip hop themed had concerned me...
I'm talking back when I was 12 with nothing more than a CD -
...Player, n' seeing rappers like Juvenile on my TV...
From there? I started putting words on a page, so inspired...
To be like the guys I saw on TV, but the skills I acquired
Were much more complex in nature. Decided to kick it...
On hip hop hobbyist websites, hit online with the quickness...
Stumbled across this page called "fuckyouicecube"...
On An eZBoard, The shit wasn't like a thing I've seen before...
I didn't sign up then n' there, but I needed more...
I typed a couple raps on the screen... n' this was back in
2002. Still in high school. Rhymes spewed
from my mouth to the reply box. A replica of my thoughts.
Too shy to spit it offline...
The anonymity, filling me. At least with this kind of power of feeling free...
I'd do whatever I wanted with it, willingly...
That's when I discovered Davey D, Cain the Casket Carpenter
head trip n' polytk. - I had come to demolish shit.
They like my style, but they said it needed some polishing...
So after my first battle with Woody came the acknowledgement...
That sense of accomplishment. I think I won the battle...
But even if I didn't, the excitement I got? was right at the top...
That exhilarating feeling of having to fight for the spot
n' know I was coming for it, whether they liked it or not...
It was bigger to me, then, than the hype around Pac'
But soon things started changing... nothing was what it seemed to be.
Almost like what Ice Cube did in battle to Eazy-E.
Started joining on more sites, embarked on a glory
- That has me where I am today, but that's just part of the story...

Lord have mercy. Jesus Christ.
C's just nice. Key's just slice, through the venue.
They ain't ready for what the pen do.
I'm the Last Real Writer Alive, defined potential.

Verse 2 coming soon...

[Celph Taut]

Nope, it's not dead. Look at this cypher, bitch, I'm the top head.
Post up, even inside of a locked thread.
"Celph", is what your pop's said. Yeah, obviously adopted the talents needed.
To shit on other rappers like you, the truth's my balance's heeded. .
Batman & Robbin. Rapping's a problem.
Yeah, I crack through the bottom, back in the lobby, ready to fight some more.
This isn't like before. So why the fuck would you think...
You were ready to fight me, without first having something to drink?
I'm venom, reincarnated. Carnage with bars.
Out of this world, every concept has started from mars.
The golden star on your rocket-ship is probably ares...
You look at me as the main villain... I'm in the game, chilling...
Still jumping for the skies, if the frame's willing.
While you don't know what you talking bout', like your name's Willis.
Get black balled, I play Billiards with your sense of doubt.
Threatening, how I'm wrecking with fury, now that suspense is out.
They tell me to find my edge. I tell them, "Find a ledge"...
I'm the guy that's fed up, hiding inside the hedge.
Crazy? Yes, I'm scatter brained. Talking about you're the former,
I got the latter trained. Oh yeah, I'm mad insane.
Picking up off of the tracks. You're looking like, "That's a train"!
This is what would've happened if Sullenberger had crashed the plane!
I'm not what you thought I was, to put it bluntly.
I'm in the kitchen, pitching that raw, you're all like lunch meat.
If we're talking King of the Throne, come on, there's one seat.
I'm sitting in it. Rightfully mine in light of typing these lines.
I'm doing "keys", so it's open to interpret, despite writing these lines...
Exciting, the might giving sight to the blind.
I walk the plank. There not ready for the other side, yet.
I don't side step. I always give it my best.
Bird Brain, you don't have what it takes to sit in my nest.
Line stretch across your iris, so let your eyes rest.
Yelling out. Throat's sore. Almost punctured a vocal cord...
But fuck it, I'm a go for more in this fucker, por favor.
All these keys! All these keys! - every angle like open doors.
Never selling out, motherfucker... these won't go to stores.

[Oscar Worthy]

Its time for another Oscar Worthy performance ?


These wont go to stores...

And by "these" you mean the people, we see thru and don't need to
You disgust me, Sandusky, trust me, you can't touch me
Dark & Lovely, bitches fuck with me. You? Fuckin ugly and you bug me
Look at my sweater, DIS FREDDY KRUGER BITCH NOT RUBGY
Peep the glove B.. LADE up in a villa
Choppin it up with some killaz
Eating some pastellas with the fellaz in the favelas
Ain't shit you can tell us
You equipped like Helen Keller, I flip, helter skelter
Just me and you in this ring, nobody can do a thing to help ya
Hold up... Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up
As soon as a nigga roll up, niggaz panic like I got Ebola
I'm just trying to save the planet as an Ayatollah reincarnated as a mic controller
Holding down the block
Self taught means you never graduated the skool of hard knocks
Not a shock, your rhymes hold about as much weight as something that inflates
Keep fronting and your fate will be sealed, piece of cake
I'm too real for you fakes to relate, that's the deal...

[Celph Taut]

Ha...

Let's be honest for a sec, you're not a threat...
You're soft, a bookie would laugh if I dropped a bet...
That gave you the odds, n' yet...
I don't even gotta flex... a lot of pecs seen,
like the bottom press... so let's save it, if you're talking text...
Like Microsoft documents... you're the laugh of the crowd..
All that front must be backing out now...
Let's be real, Oscar. What's the deal, Oscar? All that fakeness...
in your verse - what's for real, Oscar?
Ha, nothing at all. Fucker's a Squirtle... nothing evolved.
Punches ain't raw, making assumptions about what I've been writing...
So punk, here's something exciting - the "these" meant my "keys", should've been obvious...
Considering the context I wrote it in.
Are you really that slow, my friend? Don't really see a beginning
with your flow, you can't control the end. All authentic, I don't pretend.
I'm in the zone, n' you won't contend.
Throw your blows n' then explode upon the opposing end...
I'm a beast. With every line unleashed... you, Ock?
Nothing but tube talk. I'm the attraction, while you watch.
Two shots. Right through your crown, with no rifle around...
Things ain't looking up for you, you won't need this mic "to get down"...
HANH! The ying in the yang, you need it for zen.
And if you didn't get that at first, you need to read it again...
You flexible, faggot, one punch at you, you'd easily bend...
Like an origami, you outta reach to where the keys will ascend...
Yo, you seem so eccentric, but for what reason?
You're in my small pond... this is duck season, I'm with the pump, squeezing.
I hear this punk wheezing... from a mile away...
Then I'm gonna spray. Even if he's hiding, I get the side of his leg!
Uh. Tell em' to "walk it off". I beat the brakes off ya, dog.
You could watch the Oscars, Oscar, n' not get an Oscar nod!
Your mom's a Soccer ma'... She takes all those balls to her goal...
She follows the whole game back n' forth then takes it all in her throat...!!!!
You a sheep, motherfucker, n' they call me the GOAT.
How the fuck you Frank Lucas when you're not even dope?
I body you, you probably approach on some simpleton shit...
Like "You gay". But the difference is... none your hits exist...
You start swinging, when all I gave you's a simple pitch.
Knock you out the ball game. Call you out by your SQUAD name.
Cause y'all lame. Pfft. Tried laying the framework...
Out. One aim will make your brain squirt out.
The side of your temple. Can't even ride unless your momma's with you.
I take the drama that's with you, expose you for the fake you
are... take a bar, pop a Viagra pill, make it hard...
Then send it back to me. Suffer physical atrophy.