Freestyle Cypher

[Onceawhile]

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[Onceawhile]

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[Venom]

I"ll just go at cha throat like a lions provoked
Just in case you don't know i've been violent befo
My act of defiance with flow silents the jokes
A rap tyrant cuz i'm cruel when i fire on foes
No hydrant to hoes off my inferno approach
Retired? No. Just rewired my brain to grow
I Needed a crane to load it back in my skull
I thought i was drained but still insane and dope
I can still maintain and cope the reign and rope
Now i've explained it all ya'll better train to brawl
I will not restrain or pause, i watch strangers fall
I remain the reigning god of gaining applause
come in my house and walk down dangers hall
I'll have to change ya views and leave ya stained with awe
I'm microphone prone, a writer right in the zone
Let it be known I'm the single king of the throne

[Celph Taut]

Finally, some rapper are in this.
The ability of attacking the skin with... an anti pathogen film, n'...
Letting the result of it come back in the building...
A resemblance of Agent Orange.. and the arachnid that attached itself
to Toby McGuire's neck, where venom acid's filled in...
Yeah, that's me. Uh, last week
I was dissing Oscar... for trying to act like a freaking Mobster.
When he actually is an imposter. But I'm over that...
skills filling the roster. I'm out of this World, like an Alien revealing his saucer.
While it's flying around. I4NI like Luis Colon, but I keep my eye on the crown.
No fucking lion's around when I let out a war cry from aloud...
Just in time for the crowd...
To jump around like that Rap band, in fact, damn
I need to just... uh, stand back... AND... realize what I did to this.
I may have shock value, but the boy's far from InFAMOUS.
So don't BANK on finding out where my interest is...
Difference is? I'm the only one pitching scripts, which in itself
is down right ridiculous. Both of these freaking fists...
- when together - are like Hulk Hands, hitting kids... get a fucking
law suit so fast the whip lash from it being received, will leave you deceived.
Cause it's easy to see I'm the heir to the throne, like Jay Z on a breathing machine...
HANH - Now take a deep breath, cause really
the king ain't speak yet... heads down, it's time to reflect.
My family jewels? Is a gasoline can, and a fuse... the same one Satan was
planning to use on your family as it skidded out its ambulance cruise...

[Celph Taut]

AND crashed into the van for the news...
Yeah, damn, I'm amused.
Back to back drops on Apple laptops, or Mac book's
He's black...LOOK! Look at that Crook
in his avy, rocking that damn jacked Instagram
filter crap, ugh. And it isn't even THAT GOOD!
Yup. Decided to be like the rest of you.
Quite frankly, not even I know what's best for you.
A spectacle. An extraterrestrial
celestial being, leaving the pedestal while teens are screening his genitals.
Mean, like the Sentinels.
Unseen, the Wolverine, slice through your spleen, fruit,
best believe you'll leave like a vegetable.
Now read that back. So fucking exhausted...
when I key that crap. I automatically see that....
n' relapse, flat... my mind goes at a quarter mile a second...
Vin diesel kind of impression... but really I look at time as a weapon...
so when I find the aggression needed to bend
it to my will, I throw the minute hand into my smiling reflection...
Yes, I stand head and shoulders above the competition...
They're all like soldiers who have lost the mission...
So what the fuck is the point of suckering them suckers, for joy?
Nothing, it's for me, because I've come to destroy
your dumb little toys. Deploy shots into your toy box...like, "Boy, watch..."
Faggot ass. School's out. Now, don't get dragged in class.
Teach you a lesson. Beat the confession out of your
heathens and yes-man. Cause your moral compasses are in need of refreshing.


F5. F5. F5.


You can key in the rest, man.
The demon oppression the screams of the teen in confession
with the priest, squeezing his chest, as
he reaches for them beans n' then stretches...
Ugh... won't even finish that thought... makes me a bit grimace
thinking of the shit that goes on behind close doors, not considered by law
officials at all, n' pistols are absolved of any consequence...yup.
Tired, I'm going to sleep. I already know what I'm flowing is deep
below what any homie can speak. Only discreet for those...
That show what they know is unique.
Golden's the sheep that I weave... reaching beneath the trivial and feeding you freaks.
Enough food for thought to repeatedly eat.

[Venom]

My intent is to get intimate with sentences
I vent a bit to these senseless kids its vintage shit
Make no mistake this ain't the birth of my penmenship
This the product of work and no one can deminish it
My pride will never die and my soul is infinite
Though it just may surprise Inside a inferno thrives
I turn away from my demise and reach for the sky
cuz i've just been resupplied with the creative eye
I created an elated vibe and stayed alive
Hip Hops my top bitch but its time to slay the bride
a seraded knife in the ribs its a good day to die
My last run so lets make it a good one then sever ties

[Onceawhile]

The Truth is I'm a heavenly crafted soul that has to dabble
with drafting ineffably laughable rapper babble
I heavily baffle foes, their rhymes never leave past their adam's apple
my flow is that of an underground magma channel,
a thunder sound signals me comin' at you with crags for shrapnel
even the referee's metal clad when I rap battle
I'm eating shrooms saving you damned damsels in bowsers castle
what you're kickin is worn out like Van Damme's soles when he roundhouses a thousand assholes
magical vowels, the assonance
wows and dazzles friends
has you kids bowing down after this, clap to this
like you're around the lord of the flies,
because I am the shit, but this was no surprise
[edited twice]

[Nigma]

Edited twice...? Thats upsetting. Why is it? I could pen in 5 minutes shit that ends the best you'll write until the end of time hits us. If I pretend to like it then I might be sent to buy minions, risk your neck for fried chicken then INGEST IT, LIKE DINNER! I'm shitty fucking doctor, only deaths in my clinic, born inside a whore house now your DEAD IN MY KITCHEN BITCHES

[Spoken]

Shifting thru time the haze got souls
Checking their pockets for gold that doesn't exist on this road
Omnipotent with goals lurking behind pupils,
Bullets graze the inner scalp reverting to loopholes

[Onceawhile]

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[Onceawhile]

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[Fishking]

Mind elevation with time, cloud Nine, is where my thoughts rest
A blunt of loud, give me visual signs, of who to digest
Lost souls, of marked Foes, lesser than complex
Arm threats, Disarmed with Nuclear bomb sets
Oh Lets, behave...No gruesome mess
But art is beautiful when scattered with organs of Flesh
Finesse with less stress, compress the death
so the reaper left, just weeping to death
seeking help, while he journey to the church
found a seat for himself
the curse was infinite, the words spoken was gifted
but some how he missed it, feeling like misfit
only knowing mischief, who could ever live this

[Celph Taut]

Me... but get this, my arms like Hercules...
my personal working steez... berserk, letting em' flirt with keys...
Like Swiss, before the relation...
Born with amazing... talent, a deformed Jason...
Screaming out "Californication"...
Out in the forest, chasing... tail, like a story enthusiast...
And a mystery in the making, so who's this...
Yeah, you didn't know? Treating an adult like he's six years old...
Walking along the distant road...
Among the gods, go ahead, peak at his physical...
A champion. Lights flashing down from the crown of those who were amping him.
It's that easy. The black lord of rap, moving chess pawns...
Flashy jewels, walking around the town like a text don.
HANH? Fucking nerd... a text don? Um, I play back
like a laid a-track, onto the next song... without the maxwell cassette tape, that...
Breaks that... mold, way back. Old. Aye, that's so... Raven,
Like Simone. Grown... heir to to throne...
I breathe, embarrass you arrogant clones, because I carry my own.
Scary; the scene from Carrie, c'mon.
In theory, I tear through your bones...while you barely, hear me, it's on...
There he... is, like Jim Carey, scary shit. Mask on.
Blast on any track or a rap song... leave that ass "Gon".
Like the Tekken character... how do I compare to ya?
Not in record, or if I looked in a mirror there, while I stared at uh...
reflection of yourself, gazing, glassy eyed.
Master, guy at rapping, find that I'm daft, saying I'm Classified.
...Fishking. Oh this thing? Yeah, master bait.
Jacking straight, until my skin detaches, minus the masking tape.
Ejaculate all over my keyboard, relaxed like
"That was great" - disgusting as fucking sucking Mustard Gas
up your nose, n' crying because I am the buzz...
See me there in the fire, I does... what the guy standing there inside of it, does...
Bored, tired, no drugs. Admire the messiah, I bug
Your entire empire. Dug, like Funny, until the dirt I lifted flies to your mug.
Nobody in particular.
Perpendicular angle at a dangled body, hanging probably...
Because he got strangled... Gotti.
This is Django unchained, literally...
Slang is insane. Reaching a tangible plain
So tyrannical, the mere thought of thinking will mangle your brain.

[Fishking]

Mangle your brain, quicker than aneurysm
I bring art work with keys...lyrical Vandalism
A Grand Magician, with Channeled-Vision
I make bands dance to my rants of rhythm
you really a nice guy, not at all cold
the hardest gangster in cali, say you such a gentle-soul
but played out like vintage
not a menace, a good kid trying to be dentist
that reminds me of Kendrick, but fail at his image
well thats just a gimmick, lol..
well thats swell now back to this sentence
death...that is. now stand there and cry
the lines was drawn for the body
as soon as you hit reply....
just mean you quick to give your life..
what a amazing stand up guy...
now die bitch die!!!!!...i have no time for your shenanigans...
i read your first three lines...decided it was just ramblings.
simple jibber jabber....now i must crush this enemy
my top 5? you couldn't make it in my top-infinity
i hope that was easy enough to be caught
your lame ass lines, def show you was celph taut
wtf are you teaching yourself?..no more home school
rb has spell check..there is no excuses for you
yada yada...you cave-crawler
i brawl with God-zilla, the odds are far-bigger
if you eat Jericho walls, or orbit mars as a emitter
for the lost gods of the paladins who are bitter
but you come across as a charlatan
A Novice , in the marvelous artisan-ship
your a dead veggie to me...a withered parsnip
my arts & gift, are cross the witt-end
of nothing but awesomeness with levels beyond a jinn
the fire beard wizard, that gel hell at the tail of a lizard
because he fail to tell of the crab shell visit
seems strange but its my mind...to envision lmao

[Celph Taut]

hahaha...


What... you thought you could out-rhyme my division?
You sitting outside, wishing you'd find a reason to dive before the time of collision!
Before you die... considering you lived a lie, you was pitching
Snake Oil fairy-tales inside of your kitchen... It's true...
Listen, my dude, fall back with all that small tact...
With RB, I... can clearly see you'd hit a foul for my ball-sac
with no Glove... go ahead, run it home, cuh'...
Bat-shit crazy over your own, but it at the base of it,
it won't bunt...
I'm so blunt, figure I weeded you out...
But to me, you immediately needed the clout, to even speak to me bout'
Some Grand Magician, man, you freaking nerd...
It's absurd. How you gave me that pitch at first...
When I wouldn't need Clint Eastwood to see you're having Trouble With The Curve...
Well, let me oblige ya.. once ya hit the curb...stomp'
This bitch, observe the shit. deserved the Timb', ya herb!

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But seriously though, what you talking bout', mate?
Fucking awkward, I watch your concepts deflate with that hot air...
once you walk on that plate...like a Jewish Baseball Player
after he was offered to make his wife a married woman... faggot
Keep your eyes on the ground when I am around...
Ya wet blanket, got that Linus complex... with timing, concepts
ain't fine, FishKing, you just rhyming nonsense...
"But it makes sense in my subconscious" ... - yeah, we know...
So let's think for a minute...
And that might actually be hard for you...
But nothing like writing an intricate thought-out bar will do...
You shooting blanks, got a cap gun as your arsenal...
You ain't gonna put this big dog in a box - thoughts are like "Marmaduke"!

Fishking: "Wh-what? Wh-what's Marmaduke?"


It's a comic, proof you don't wanna it, so here's some honest truth...
You came from dishonest roots, no soul, like the Islamic troops...!!!!
Fucking faggot with no record, talking about a magician that's grand...
Listen, my man - I feel like Eminem here, revisiting Stan ...
Or something. So stand your judgement... you have no substance
And when you can show me proof that you do?? I'll treat you with courtesy
Like a true word MC. This spot? You don't deserve to be.
When you learn to key? Come have a word with me (OK?)
I'll show the ropes n' shit... you joker, this...
Ain't even my focus, it's me turning your deck, minus the poker chips.
HANH???? - WHAT you wanna write now?
Fucking plumber, right... take this L... Pipe down! (L-Pipe)
That's right, clown. No children's birthday parties, are balloon animals...
Just ammo loads, get cut down the middle, hang like a Camel toe...
UH... I breathe the essence conceived as a meaningful sentence...
N' sins(since) you're the opposite of me, it's easy to see
when I'm reading, your penance (pen is)... not in my level
Forget the Sacrament, with this rapping shit.
You get crossed, EASILY - that's a Catholic.
When the rapture hits the King, the Cathedral cracks a bit...
and collapses with everyone inside of the ESTABLISHMENT!!!!
running out of the back, like the Michael Brown activists!!!!!
Yeah, call Ferguson up... tell em' we're gonna need...
More protestors when I murder this slut...
Go to THAT VERY SAME RALLY, in his honor, steal his convertible, JUMP...
...The curve n' then BUMP... the grill so bad,
The officers won't be able to determine the front... THERE FROM THE TRUNK!!!!!!
Fucking fish. WTF... fuck fish.
Hook. Line. And Sinker. You don't LOOK like a thinker.
So, I can't imagine you RAP like one with that chapter, son.
Looking like a disaster happened, n' your ass was dumb.
So you stuck around the car crash, to come...
To to grips with the fact... you ain't sicker than what Celph Taut could kick in a rap...
Flat line. Oh that Legendary Award? Yeah, that's mine.
Yeah, I got that in my past-time.
Go read that last line. Talking about a fire beard...
The fuck with a fire beard, when my fire tears through your flame-proof
plain for an entire year.
From the faggot-y Anime signature to your avatar...
Didn't take much to see how bad you are...