Freestyle Cypher

[Vincent☺☺☺]

you got me confused with ya mama getting banned from my...
nah thats too much for ya/
feel privileged that i'm sonnin ya/
put a flame under ya,snitch/
i tell ya mama the same,you a SON OF A BITCH/
i put on the hockey mask/
even bill cosby laughed when he thrashed ya sloppy ass/
whose the fag now/
you dressed in drag clown with a dirty rag 'round ya mouth/
ass gettin pounded out while you frown and pout and howl and shout/
now does that describe you-your a hero to none/
i look at your battle record and its zero to none /

[Celph Taut]

So, vincent is back. We're about to show y'all
what the sound in your instrument lacks. You'll have to wonder if it is attached.
It's not. Got disconnected, you fucking moron.
Celph's in the house, like the owner ain't put a door on.
Yeah. How's that for a basic punch. You fruits, I take n' then make for lunch.
I don't know who blew you pussy's up, but I will deflate you cunts.
One by one - in military fashion.
You may be a fan of Jim, but you still don't Carey action, without a Mask on.
Run in your house, n' doing some burglary.
Hold the "burner", see. So my charges?? HAVE to be First Degree!!!!!
Then I break out of the cuffs, like a magician act.
Listen, rap's the punch bowl of life, it's right that the pitcher cracked.
My mind's the moon bounce. I moon walk on ya faggots, easy...
King Arthur of this shit, not even the Dragon's see me.
I'm telling you though. I do merciless shit when pen's in hold...
With bars off the strip that only prostituting felons would know...
Bill Cosby shit, your girl can lick my Gelatin, whoa...
Before I shoot her on the spot, like a Letterman joke...
Bitch, get on this boat. My flow's like rivers. 12 steps
ahead of these faggots, they're holding their livers, way before they go for the liquor...
Homie, my moment's are quicker. Bigger picture, so hold for the flicker.
Wording can kill, Divergent, whether terminally ill - there's NOBODY SICKER!!!
Bet your life on that. Train of thought? Get it right on track.
Shitting on ya around the clock, yell out for someone to LIGHT A MATCH.
OUTSIDE of facts where ya logic is. You're speaking in riddles...
Full court with the approach, while you repeatedly dribble.
That's sad shit. See, me and V- ... I-N-C... E-N-T with a scribble?
Will hit your breaking point... you seem a bit brittle.
It's off the top... yeah, the roof's missing. You should listen
The mic is on. And you'll seem very "sketchy" until this rifles "drawn"...
Then I'll animate ya - no man or paper, to do it.
School's out. But I don't need school for where I'm taking you students.
Shit, just embrace the influence, it's here for you.
Tearing through the glass ceiling you put up, to get a clearer view.
I am a giant. Oh shit, you ants get stepped on.
Stuck up, without the Teflon. And fuck you up, like a sex song.
Every minor or major threat gone... yea, you don't got me impressed...
y'all see the depths of my indigestion - that's my BODY of text...
I'm in the booth, and it's not to confess... thoughts are a mess.
I'm opposite, yes. Clowning kids down with sick, like a doctor depressed.

[Lenox]

Crafting perfection when rappers get the steppin, slashin heads in with tyrannical weapons,
Rolling up the hash in mad manifesto sessions, strapped with Wessuns,
Panther in tension, the black contracted connection

[Lenox]

East coast shit, leave your dome split with three or four clips,
Taking the needle to your whore bitch till she hits the floor quick,
I'm the gat inspector, slashing through professors, I'm a track molester,
Sleepin on a mat like uncle Hester,
Being drugged is better when snuffin mother fuckers with tons of pleasure

[Vincent☺☺☺]

i'm UNDER pressure from my niggas verse/
he bodied that post with so many lines it needs a bigger hearse/
my gun from the trigger burst into ya liver first/
and yes it delivers worse a taste as liverwurst/
for some reason it seems we live to search-for love/
for hate- for fate- for whats above/
and i figure we do it just because.../
were all born sheep/
we all blues jam when we lose jam with mourn weeps/

V- ... I-N-C... E-N-T with a scribble? ... that was the illest rhyme typed/
any who disagree risk gettin his dime piped/
I'M striped but not with red and white/
i'm the crime type duckin lead in flight when duckin ya head from sight/
they read the rights in ferguson and i came and read their rights/
the city was squirtin' and bled in fights worsened in the dead in night/
i be losin' subject matters to gather/
perhaps i'm gettin madder and madder dagger splatter ya bladder/
crackin the back of ya back sir- im drinkin whisky mixed/
on some kiddie fix like chili fritos and pixie sticks/

[Vincent☺☺☺]

i must be gettin old in age/
cuz all i speak about now is the golden age/
its crazy yo-everyone on the radio has thee exact lazy flow the same/
and maybe wrong to say but even shadys old and lame/
still talkin about raping ladys,hoes and dames/
as a true artist you suppose to constantly grow/
but honestly yo-you got to be polished as a quality pro/
feels like im attedin' an amateur comedy show/
bad punchlines and even worse timin', how?/
did i end up portrayin simon cowell in the face of these rhymin fowls/
i mean in your prime your mild-this whole planet flipped/
to be fans of all the clowns sound more watered down then the titanic ship/
its the black pharoah-call me captain like jack sparrow/
my knack scare foes then i attack with black arrows at the a khansmans whip/
demand his chips-his sheet and the clothes we wore under it/
my people been at war with the government since our villages was torn and plundered and
born from mothers in scorn and sufferin' from the mans rants and whip/
chanting hopeful songs with panting lips/

[Onceawhile]

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[Nigma]

I’m.. Baptismic, wits fast. Quick as a rapture hits
Nig is Indian-giving backwards, I’m passed gifted
You’re drama women, you act bitches, is that it?
Na, since when the facts hit, you’re a tad different
You have a half kitchen and live with a fat midget
I’m writing about random shit for practice. Finished
After which, you’ll ponder it, compare your work, and get the blues
On to this, I talked with Scriptz, we opted to conflict the deuce
You want it? Gotta get it? Your own posse throws a diss at you
The topic, pick it, it’s your move. Now watch me as I limber loose..
You’d swear I’m eating glue the way I’m droppin shit that sticks with you
I’ll be your teacher too, you grew in logic from these lessons
Easy enough. No? I won’t drop you till you step to me
Peace. You fucking blow. I’m done with bombin on my enemies
I’ll reach a couple goals and then I’m gone towards my destiny
Plot my destinies descension, step inside the blackened pit
A cyber activist wielding an axe and a keyboard, attackin
It’s evil, spectacularly. I HACK YOU TO PIECES with PASSION
You see?? It’s a dastardly deed, and it’s actually real
You’re all afternoon meals and I laugh at you freely
like I laugh at you reading the last section with a lisp
BEST EVER BITCH and it’s persistence which compels existence
Senses are unsettled, better sync them up and sell the wisdom
Wealth equipped with ounces on the shelf, a sound position
But I’m sexually selfish since a single fuck is seldom given

[Vincent☺☺☺]

i see the smiles you produced when we remember you/
the pain is hot and takes time to simmer thru/
i only seen a quick glimmer to even assess your worth/
left with pictures of you frozen in time since you blessed the earth/
now you rest in dirt-no longer can your flesh stress and hurt/
whatever caused your chest to jerk- no need for speculation/
no amount of resuscitation could prolong for preservation/
you excepted me from the jump-i'm stumped to describe/
its just a uncomfortable vibe so i just want to inscribe/
i guess over time someone becomes apart in our heart/
so when their ill it feels as if their departin our heart/
and when they die its like a knife carvin' our hearts/ in half
we then laugh- as we remember memories warming inside/
this is the process inside the chest where the heart is reformin' inside/
growing stronger and even though left with a unforgettable scar/
it feels as if we gained our very own celestial star/

dedicated to miss sarah

[Blackflags]

come of the top with text?/ i'm probably a threat/ cuz I grace mics and have that bass throbbin in ya chest/ only person on this planet that can rob you of ya death/ i'm sinister, a menace when it comes to causin threats/ celph knows skill I posess, just ask that clown/ cuz he's got respect for the homie and we dap it down/ and that's my style, i'd have to actually rap it/ for the words to sound like they rhyme, but practical tactics/ come equipped with the arsenal, so check on the facts/ i'm just off the top of the dome and I'm wreckin these cats/ fuck a metaphor, 4 door sedans get side swiped/ beamin through the scope with that perfect eye sight/ ................ blah. I'm bored son

[Celph Taut]

Yeah, I'm doing a morgue run ^ who want some?
Don't be a fool. Fully emotional, move like a pathogen through your bones, n' diffuse
any adrenaline funnelling through it.
Having fun with the music aspect, a stunning influence
for completely sonning his students.
Phillip Drummond, a nuisance with the mic Game', alright meng??
Strike the match like the tracks. Protect your bones, cause they might detach.
Can of lighter fluid for fires, stupid.
Who the fuck thinks that they're tighter? Useless.
A fighter, chew through your skull n' use it to tie my noose with.
FUCKKKKK. I think it's tight now.
Any Wesley-like cats are getting sniped down. Kind of like BROWN. (Too early???)
I don't give a fuck. Everybody gets their time.
On the contrary, motherfucker, I am expecting mine.
That's why I'm waiting next in line. (Thanks)
No excuse for this shit. Ruthless, a prick that will eat your food n' then split, like Van Damme.
Hit it out of the park. That was a grand slam.
Call me X, cause this is my last stand. Shoot paint balls *BRRATTT*
at 8 of y'all cats, see the paintball splats on your dads van.
Can't give this DOG a CAT scan.
My raps span at LEAST 100 tracks, man.
And that was just this year. Fuck, only 16 a piece.
But dude, that means you only have to listen for a minute, at least.
Belittling freaks. Ever since he was given a leash
This kid's been a vigilant beast. Cynicism visits his speech with every lyric he speaks!
Where's the mute button? Can't find it.
But wanna battle now. Walk in my shadow, how?
I'm Shallow Hal, reincarnated, Bart, so don't HAVE A COW!!!!

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Make your bitches so fucking wet that they grab a towel.
Take a stab a Cowell before he lets out a vowel.
Mannnnnn... 48 hours ain't even past yet, n' I'm feeling like Eddie.
See that I'm deadly, keys make you freeze faster than meeting a Yeti.
Beating the mark. Jesus, they're basically feeding the shark
a litre of blood, squeezed from the heart of a diver, sharp teeth and gargled saliva...
With brochures of a Maui trip article by ya...
You were a martyr who died fa'... the cause... coincidentally
for me? That makes it hard to admire.
24/7 , these bars don't retire.
Only part of the artist desire.
Just rapping a key any faction can see that's effortless.
Can't really see who the message is pressed against.
I write for the fans, hyped in the stands at their favourite artists concerts
Who listen to that local rapper that they're going after.
That Indie sound. That gritty vocals, n' lack of actual mixing...
Who if you didn't listen to, he wouldn't have a path that existed...
Yup. That's realistic. Because it happened for them.
Got on a track n' they didn't stop running till the spots came.
Rocked chains, n' later went for the pop fame.

[Oxymoron]

fuck the pop fame i drop suckers like gravity
yeah, i could be more original but i dont have to be
cause actually, that to me is a blast to see
when the craft is mastered n crafted then passed to the
good people of the galaxy, hmm off track..
nah, im on point like a diamond tip lp needle
break it down, splitting it apart to see through, see you.

[alphadog]

Yo front all u want b n still have festive Christmas
turkey n ham pudding n digestive biscuits

[Oscar Worthy]

digestive biscuit...

Sound like some bitch shit, like a bitch who eat up dick
Nitwit, its the return of the gifted, here to rip shit
If its any concern to you, I'll learn you a few with burning new churning stew lyrics
Here fag, now swallow this carrot, but get off my stick parrot
On my nuts like them people who was trying to get Ferris
I'm the self taught alpha dog in this bitch, don't get embarrassed
Careless without merit I ferret out, generics doubt when compared wit
(Yo Yo hear him out)
I got a big mouth (pause) talk shit cuz my soul is New Yorkin
Was gone for a while so I haven't been around to son you orphans
I run the orphanage, you need endorphins bitch from the fire scorchin
Tires screechin, after shots fired at heathens, no acquired fuck reason
Either it was rabbit or duck season, only by luck you was breathing
Still bleeding, your seeds I'd mean mug even
I said it backwards like dyslexic reading or Yoda speaking™

[Oscar Worthy]

Yoda speaking...

For the star status I'm yoga reaching
Dhalsim region I'm achieving, the odds are even is meaning they underrate me
No wonder they hate me, they stand in my way to frustrate
I'm focused and must take, a higher ground I skate & ride
Sunset Overdrive, can you relate? Just you and I
Browns eyes, blue eyes, you should ride on the passenger
Ate.. I fasten her.. wait.. I cannot do
Time running off track as I lose track of what I pursue
Yet still in hot pursuit... You big galoot
Smoked too much loud, so now, everything is poot
Back to shootin hoops, while the feds like vultures continue to loop
I'm out here on these streets, I could give you the scoop
With my hands up, don't shoot!
I see niggaz marching, but they barely scratching the surface of the truth
Cuz if they don't shoot ya, they definitely gonna charge ya
The reason they doing it is grandfathered
The money they making is a con-spiracy that's even larger
And if you not gonna attack it all, then why bother
When niggaz is ready to stop bullshittin then I'll follow
Til then I wallow cuz I know I'm a leader, underachiever
The man wanna throw me into the can over some reefer
Which was outlawed because they didn't like how it affected white women around a nigga
Peep the, history logs, 1937
Negro Jazz musicians and Mexicans are threatening
Fast forward to today and the same games at play
And there's nothing else to say, so I wallow away™ .....