Freestyle Cypher

[thatdudeB]

I'm revolution, lets add some fuel to the fire
seek retribution against karma, its hard, I tire
from the actions of peace and love to hate
ready to debate, murder, and bury as I relegate
on the mic my mind ravaged its savage
on the pad, I write rhymes through the salvage
depressing, I search for the one hit
its lit nah, I can only seek out with risk
never book smart, its not hip
spew stuff on disk straight from the lip
with record selling tunes I evolve
make a few cents, think its all solved
my thoughts ain't valued
I'm all about the then and now with an attitude

[Vincent☺☺☺]

i dont believe in revolution unless is is a verb that happens/
that single point disturbs that masses/
that for all you herbs and asses wearin' african symbols/
this is america-they packin them pistols/
they take lessons from the government blastin them missles/ for who knows why/
lady liberty has two closed eyes/
same time a crack in the pavement a new rose rise/
plz remind me of that ninety's mic supremes/
now its all lifeless teams/
or am i another MC complaining and naggin/
i'm pissed off i'm just drainin' the dragon/ faggot

[thatdudeB]

Drink bleach take shots you know, am I suicidal/
Ride waves on the tidal arrive at the house of a rival/
Battle for seconds, you know the spit snatch a soul/
Pour it on like cereal just daily routine I like it cold/
Like the night dreams got my spine to shake/
Wake an bake I step to the balances cause the axis to quake/
Working on craft an such I toss sleep, it's a nightmare/
So restless if only you might care/
I'm a loser with a knack to be behind the cracks/
I pack it up like snacks as I arm the mag's/

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[Vincent☺☺☺]

thats a cold flow yo/
i get you stole on for no dough/
only way im pushin white is if i snow blow/
i be makin G's by rakin leaves/
you be on your achin' knees bent over takin D's/
dont make me spell it out/
whatever you on the mic tryna tell about i got hella doubt/
you only yell and shout like ya chick when i nail her out/
why they call me so grimy fo?/
cuz i'm on that brooklyn ninety-fo/
nah rewind me yo...i'm on that west coastin'/
or that houston texes in the lex, ghostin'/
char and burn those who face me and leave the rest roastin'/
this is the game of life-the grim reaper is guest hostin'/
sickle rip ya flesh open-vest on my chest, bulgin'/
ex-posin' the fakers and the phonies life/
wielding a shinobi knife/ this homies nice/ and that dont mean im so polite/
so for open mic i hold ya soul on ice/
watch you players weep-i play for keeps so roll yo dice/
i'm stayin real you pray for skills while my flows so tight/
plus my neck holds no ice..old-fashioned indeed/
i rock khakis, a tank top with some african beads/

[Sammy]

ayo im gathering steam. dabbled in mean...
art - the dark lord, sharp sword will stab through ur spleen
hatori hanzo when i slash u will bleed
master the craft. every spit that i spat starts to seep
through the cranium like fine canibus weed
flying mantis crooked sweep
off balance, rappers shook when i speak.
Chambers of Shaolin, the crowd spins; catch hooks to the teeth
Harlem heatin niggas, i walk in fire armor - Booker T
walk the planet before primitive man shook the trees
before dinosaurs and pliosaur kinds took the seas
i'm violent. Meek is the language of the weak.
Anguish is the pretext when you tangle with a G
dancing with the devil when u tango with a Jee
cess is the shit i breathe in. I rock the mango flavored vapor
force fuckin me up like im bored and facing Vader
my sword a blazing saber as i court the face of haters
every beef i hand solo, son i don't need no crew backup
I'm Force feed you as you bite the bullet - Chew. bacca, bacca, bacckup!
the hammer pound, ampled round brace for the god, son.
its blood ties when i let fly and Leia in a coffin

[Middle Finger]

Bars, cars, stars, Mars is a planet
Far, tar, par, char god dammit

[Core Vet]

I'm...
Killin ya essense
Riddle ya best shit
Feelin complexed wit
Minumum gestures
heal em wit lectures
The stem is infectious
Seed the seed..
roots wont be vexed kid
Feelin perplexed with
emotions of embellishment.

[Vincent☺☺☺]

look...im red lol
/

[Sammy]

ayo...

it starts from the roots. then the barks and the fruits
in a shanty scene, the canopy is shrouding the view
loud and obscure; observe the sound of the moon
howling echo drowning the frown of the moon
torrential tides rise. surmising, they abide by the moon
Sunlight breaks the dawn
faces long turning amidst the space of the gods
advising me on how to shape shift the plates of the gods
in the place of the gods, music are sanction to mimicry
eyes divine. Fingers pointed; tracing the line of infinity
in the face of the gods i question existence; its plot and scheme
disheveled, they plead not to doubt or risk them rendering obsolete
imagination's the umbilical between we and the most supreme
I kinda believe in God, but his message? He NEVER speaks!
clasped hands. on my knees. Eyes close. Rosaries.
Dear man in the sky. I demand that the skies be enchanted tonight
give me stars - if i can see Jupiter, Goddamn i can die
happily. Whether you exists - is contingent on action or apathy.
whats lacking is the things you see - so action's essential, G.
don't make me have to back slap a fuckin nun or a Catholic priest.

[Vincent☺☺☺]

pathetic in speeches/
im ahead of your reach length/
i make you take a seat and have your head in your knees,clenched/
from panic and fear/
i demand you hand me ya ear/
i'm romantic with sheer flow thats what you hear though/
insane with apathy- brain capacity is fast but i appear slow/
rubbin my beard slow as i think of poems
actually inkin storms and keep ya feet heated warm/
i never even keep it norm my elite fleet of peeps'll swarm/
should i keep it goin?/
i should be voted the crown/
while should either be demoted down or throw in the towel/
the snow in the clouds slowly flow-every moment astounds/
their must be a highter personand we the minor versions/
i decline the finer designer shirts and rarest garments/
i rather be compared to arsonist/
the alchemist whose wild style is mixed with viles prepared with arsenic/
i let my marksman pick his next hits/
let the tech spit just retrieve his necklace/
i wreck cliques so hit the deck,quick/
i'ma dynmate with a gasoline wet wick/
you'll need more than antiseptics/
flex kicks till the saliva in your neck spits/
thats what you get trick- no one round can match it/
stick a flyin elbow down the hatch it open ya mouth to catch it/
i love the vinyls with the sound that scratches/
more of a scholars aura/penny for you thoughts?-
nah heres a dolla for ya,shorty/forget a suspense movie-i'ma horror story/
rappers nowadays are weak plus ya drama bores me/
its already known you dont write lyrics/
scared of media backlash and i dont quite fear it/
me just being me i wont like hear it- i give em the middle finger gesture/
then express another lecture as smooth as a silky texture/
had dumb loot when i was hardly rappin'/
make rappers become mute like charlie chaplin/
im sorry but this partys crackin/
when i spit it feels like a tsunami spashin'/
for those hard body i'm body baggin'/
the last kamikaze dragon im the swami actin' like mahatnas ghandi rappin/
why i say that for?/
cuz my speach in lyrics comes from a peaceful spirit/
all of your constant talkin needs to cease to hear it/
my sex drive needs a leash to steer it/
i'm just throwin words out like a scrabble board/
this type of clout is what you should battle towards/
and ima keep addin doom/
my actions landed me in a padded room/
or close to it/ now this is some ole' true ish/ but you wont believe/
but i dont come to this site to deceive/
keep a mic in my sleeve when cyphers ignite/
think off your wife- dont go and lose ya life in a fight/
with a rifle my sights on zen mode in the spot/
my pen rolled when its hot-get ya chin hoisted and knocked/
you sweeter than a box of fruity loops/
with your inside groupie scoops/
i cut off the balls you claimed were big and shootin hoops/
you stupid goofs

[Sammy]

ayo...

i'm here to show and prove. My showing's proof
bars swinging wild, child, Elbows and boots.
Tatanka's rain dance couldn't escape my holds
your crew? NWO, no way out when I signal the cue
Beretta riddling compounds. my street clothes is militant
peep holes i'm drilling in. heat pulled and drill in'em
its the kid again. with the intricate sleight of tongue
my word is bond. turn of phrase pays when i flip the lunch
breakfast pate, i got champagne money but a taste for blood
machete faces; make richard ramirez look like an average thug
I'm savage when im feelin Randy. Rip ur bitch's panty
afterward, i sip a moscato while eating chicken sandwich.

[Vincent☺☺☺]

i cant deal with myself/
alcohol spillin killin myself/
accumulated bills stealin my wealth/
concealin the ill of my health livin in stealth/
imprisoned myself what i'm livin is death/
except on a different level/
dig a hole with a shovel and give my soul to the devil/
no disrespect to god but i got no control, ima rebel/
forgive me please/ let me live in ease/
cuz i aint strong enough plz let me leave/
cuz my heart is torn and all i do is grieve/
how can i believe that somethin good will happen/
at the same time hoods is clappin' bullets rapid/
i mean a shorty pull and thats it- a whole life is over/
may his wife cry to jehovah askin whay aint it over/
this is how i feel now just left work, my feet is hurtin'-

[Celph Taut]

See me in person, it's quite the scare.
Life prepared to a T, beautifully. In and out of the music scene.
Truth between words, these nerds wanna view the gene.
Look through the movement, seeing I do this, so effortless on the user screen.
Word. Getting striking distance, n' you will die.
Shots to your whip - it doesn't matter who's inside.
A battle with me is virtual suicide.
New it's I destroying your ego, Sentry after-thought, the void's been regal.
The boy's illegal, with logic, deploying through people
At supersonic speeds, exceeding my joy to defeat you.
Ugh. I rock a beat, like a top elite.
Mary Poppings, the way I'm sweeping you off your feet.
Pay for your insolence, knowing talk is cheap.
But say a mouthful n it's doubtful, considering that the cost's steep.
I'm in the boss's seat.
Laid back. Play cats around and around - word to Pat Sajak.
I'm on level that's high above.
Desire to be as fly as pilot, buzzing by ya
There's nobody denying us.
All you here is a silent brush, on the mosaic design.
The say the name's a sign of the Labyrinth displayed in the shrine.
Ain't it sublime? My radius out of the parameters made
by the Mayans, who's saying that guidance is placing your faith to science.
At the wake of defiance, no sleeping mode.
The height of talent, you creep below... now, this whole style ain't a secret, bro.
Keys open doors, but that mouth of yours? I would keep it closed.
The 16th Dynasty level's got me some decent robes.
Celph Taut - scribed in Arabic.
I'm where the Pharaohs sit. Going through the obstacles Egyptians were scared to lift.
Breaking down barriers, who's fearing us?
All of you. Balling to the point, that my joints are basically falling through.
Breaking through the ceiling, I'm sitting on the roof.
The platonic root of logic, to giving my audience the God-honest truth.

[Ill Finesse]

God's honest truth...

Has just ressurected in the booth, each bar is proof, every line is divine scripture
Asinine literature litters your minds perimeter in integer form
Higher than Josh cuz I'm DC Norml, 3rd eye seems paranormal
Its there to warn you, sends reminders of what alligence you're sworn to
Self preservation is obtained through mind elevation, the majority of the masses wait til their times up
I'm on the mound pitching, here comes the wind up, new edition
When I first stepped on the scene a Pharoah from a tomb was missing
All Lives Matter = Resume, Now assume the position, aim the piston
Play your position, the trigger finger itchin', quit your bitchin, this tradition/non fiction
Can't say its a depiction when its a description of a practice that is well documented but unwritten

[Celph Taut]

See where the Sun's sitting...
Horizon's afloat...
Flow like I'm inside of a boat...
Divine, defined from the notes that intertwines the approach.
Word. When I first stepped on the scene, I was a weapon machine.
Inception, I'm weaving the scriptures to give you the perception you're dreaming.
Leonardo DiCaprio wit' the rapping flow.
The Wolf of Wall Street attacking the Mike you'd think I'm Joe Jackson, tho
No mask, I go inside of this booth.
Widened-eye, while you're pirating truth.
From the proprietors roots... I,
provide to the youth the structure on which to walk upon.
8 in my corner, more than the Octo-Mom.
"A River Runs Through It", but Kevin Kostner's gone.
Son set the framework, they're just waiting for his thoughts to dawn...
Old Man raps, telling you to get off his lawn.
Executive suite, unique, this is how bosses bond.
But don't let me say this again.
I'm David Blaine with this pen. And I don't mean street magic.
I mean I'm just quiet and weird.
Thinking of the lonely guy on the bus talking inside of your ear.
"Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there" n' then I just appear...
To be quite Frank. I got that tight dank. Money good like a nice bank.
In other words, I'm close to the Bill, like Hank.
Dauterive,. roll the weed - DMX - n' then "Go To Sleep"
Bitch. Genius - no annotation.
Every clip is different, no animation.
Shit on rappers, no sanitation.
I just wanna go on a damn vacation, my hands are shaking.
And I'm just waiting....Up in Canada, skating. Hamburgers, bacon, sandwiches,
inside of my baggage to take it.
I got the presence, I guess Santa's mistaking.
More fucking keys than a Janitor's basement.
I've been on forums for 13 long years, n' I plan to embrace it.
So everyone else that hasn't been on that long should just stand in amazement!
I'm being serious, I'm not even rapping now.
I want you to make the sound of a tractor trailer backing out...
When these passages put cats in doubt.
Turn around to their friends like, "I don't know what that's about"
Shots to your back - we go the Degrassi route.
I have to shout, you faggots are dry, minus the massive drought...
We going for you pigs where you live, before n' then smash your trout...
I had the clout' long before...you had the Juice...
Before Bishop dropped from the roof. Before Tupac got in the booth.
Before Michael shot for the hoop.
I was in your pockets for loot. I wanted pay.
And if you didn't have it, the next thing you'd say is "It's on the way"
I was tapping pockets before you were tapping Smartphone screens...
Nigga's going through wood-chippers like the Fargo scene.
These bars so mean. Celph Taut got em' Narco genes.
Pablo Escobar as I'm flexing hard, wit' the text I'm the next Descartes.
Kid's impressed, thinking Chess is smart. "Well"... (Impractical Jokers)
If you rap like a poser, i treat it like a fine ass cause I have ta' approach ya...
I'm not joking around. Focus profound...
My crew's like the gravity in space, you can only hope to get down...(faggot)