Freestyle Cypher

[Chocolate Milk]

Everybody in this thread sucks big dick
That's not a punchline. That's real facts

[2triple0]

I aint into dissing others im usually very pragmatic
while im stacking bricks all the shorties told me your faggot bitch
im dope on the mic and I know how to mix real well
and just like detail you overlooking like nas it aint hard to tell
yo im dope with rhymes I know how to set bitches up
you could have lukemia you aint sick as us ill cook u like a witches brew
im trying my best to compete even though id rather drop in cyphers
my granddaddy used to drive me around in his buick Chrysler
so if the forum will allow me to continue to drop shit in the open mic thread
you be like white bread so im mixing it up like it was your last breath
sp don't go about clogging up this thread and respect rapbattles.com
ive performed at the Avalon its a venue that takes care of callatoral
gonna end this in suspense like a horror flick everyone dies at the end
or like the titanic you crashing as if I was an ice berg or a clinch dialect
even when im finished the fight still goes on without our notice
your eyes must be blurred because i still not relying on someone who doesn't focus

[Nigma]

I'm like a...
Chemist brewing something that refines me and my wording talents
Balancing the caffeine in with weed to find the perfect balance
Drank the first gallon from a Persian chalice then hits repeating
So now I'll birth a scene of unearthly demons out trick or treating

[Kid Lethal]

One, Two, Three, Four, thats a quarter of the Click Clack,
Silence it for a Piff Paff..
Leave talented kid movin in fear, thats choreographed tap dance.

[thatdudeB]

People wonder who I am, what makes me tick/
Type to serenade bucket lists, can't fake this shit/
Kick cyphers with the dead in the head, no lie/
Sickening thoughts spread like an open book, I am so fly?/
Catch hate like instinct, its in the wrist/
Love and hate heaven or hell unwind like a twist/
Damn I hate you, salute when you bleed/
Carry the sway like nothing, the dirt so clean/




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[Celph Taut]

VERSE SO MEAN.
No child like rants, or no ego to feed.
Subconsciously like feeding a tree, all you nigga's breathing through me!
Sorry for that, I body a track n' then take out the soul...
Give it to you actors just like that, cause y'all are playing a role.
The very day that you go to the set, you better know I'm a threat...
Universal goal of effecting the globe, make the solar inept...
I told you to jet. Scram. Beat it! Cause I'm not doing you favors.
Moving through craters, based on the Believe System - you can't doom the Creator
You set your sights on the throne yourself, but knew I was greater.
So presumed on one knee, n' made room to get a view of the Savior...
Nah really, I be setting it off.
Pull up the draw bridge, how the fuck you expect to be getting across??
Yeah, the consecutive boss for years running, taking a seat on the throne
I'm all by myself in the squad - that's a league of my own.
Prestigious beyond any royalty noticed
An annoyance to the masses, dropping nothing but fucking classics
Check the knuckle tactics. Crash test
get your seat buckle practice, shit out of luck, what's up?
Lemme chuckle at this.
Any dormant oppressor feel the form of the lesser
born, devil horns on his dresser.
With metaphors inside reservoirs worn on his sweatshirt.
That means I weave the fabric of flow
Causing static from the gradual growth
Wearing it like my skin, n' my mind, but it's tragic to both.
Yeah duality mentality, you're seeing the senses
Photographic images of myself that are leaving the lenses
See the gleam of the fences
I break into making the meaning defenseless
I open the door, without there being an entrance...
Word... now sit back n' riddle me that..
While I'm in a room constantly spinning backwards, scribbling tracks.
I'm the psychopathy this Ritalin lacks
Jason Mask fiddling through insulin caps,
Kicking in your Honda doors until the tinted windows are cracked...
Like, "Where the fuck are you at?"
Yeah, don't give me the time of day.
Let you ride like you're Skylar Gray, just to make sure the drive's OK
I'm the beautiful flower, wilting inside the Bouquet...
As pathogens attack my inner core, like an undeniable plague
I take pride in the way I murder these tracks
No material witness.
Walking around with an axe, completely scaring you shit-less.
I got no chill in this flow, still.
So real. This road will take me where I need to go
till' the tow hitches it's hook down on my whole grill...
Pulls off the hood, leaving just four wheels...
I HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY... and I DON'T YIELD!
I swing it out of the park, like it was home field.
Catch the ball in the stand, especially if it falls in your hand.
The real moderate man, not befitting for your fraudulent scam...
Working the plate.
Once the curtains are draped? There's no certain escape.
I dig dirt on you nerds who relate
to my murder estate.
Words are like surgical slates, carving out your intestines n' cervix
No directions or purpose.
My actions? Are reflections of verses
An excellent wordsmith, the followers of the creed are destined to worship

[Vincent☺☺☺]

reflexes are curses to most guys/
they only quote lies and post to roast guys/
whose not on the same page as me- let along the same book/
they hardly speak-just party beats and lame hooks/
pardon these bars from me my artistry has got the game shook/
you fall and plea in R & B harmony with dame looks/
i stick with a humble approach/
but if need be my force is like a giant that crumbles a roach/
i'm not what you wanna find if you inside the concrete jungle to poach/
i'll dumb out to cut ya tongue out and have it hung from a broach/
we all livin'/
maintaining at the same time appreciate all givin'/
this flawed system is that laws prison witn no walls- we all victim/
"bad association spoils useful habits"-you was taught wisdom/
then you was nabbbed with your crew of half-wits cuz you was caught with em/
celph taut-go ahead and pick up where i left off,get em!/

[Celph Taut]

Yup! ^ Give em' this hot rhythm , n' leave em' blocked in it!
Yeah, stop! cause we are not finished!
Pop spinach out the fucking can n' then start business
In front of park pigeons eating, beating em' in front of a marked entrance!
Balls so damn long it wraps around your wife's neck
She gets strangled n' dies, yet has an orgasm before she finds death
Looking at my watch then my cock like "How much time's left?"
Who wanna try n' flex? I will guess it's suicide at best
If you do... become a vegetable stew, like the rest of your crew...
I'm the answer, when the questions askew
The fucking best, never left any room
Murmuring under your breath, you assume you set your conquest to this tune?
Ha! Vincent, these guys are crazy to think
They can play me, saying some shit in my radius
Nobody's as insane as this shit. It's like I'm flying a plane
With Bane, hostages blind folded away in the pit...
The Tasmanian wit', spinning around these finicky clowns
Shitting on their Honda pistons , hear how loud the Maserati engine's now!!!!!!
I'll dance around this ring, one swing n' you're down...
What you thinking about? I'd kill Abraham Lincoln if he thought he was linked to this crown!
Hugh Heffner swagger, Playboy bunny pink is my style
Rowdier than Machine Gun Kelly, drunk, throwing drinks in the crowd!
A wolf in sheep's clothing, he keeps going
Just free-flowing, emcees know him to be Owen A G, throwing these keys
Like nobody needs those, n'... I'm bat shit crazy.
So don't be surprised if your wifey's has a fat lipped baby.
That dick MAYBE... gave her a widened vagina
She wanted me to buy her designer before sliding inside her!

[ILLustrious420]

im in accounting class about to head butt the computer screen//
might spit game to the hunny next to me and tell her how ima make that coochie scream//
she gotta fatty and bet i will eat that shit like groceries//
fuck the teacher that just called me out and said can u focus please//
times like this that i wish i was still holding trees//
making a few hundred a day, but always watching my back for police//
i see better days ahead tho, my feet in the sand on the beach//
dime piece with me blowing a loud pack sipping on frozen drinks//

[Tempest]

You thought love was around the corner, guess not,
every plan you made for when you get older, dead shots.
You look in the mirror like "why am I alone and a loser,"
clinging to your depression like it's your soul and future.
Your heart is packing it's shit, ready to move away,
he's grown sick of it, saying it's time to shoot the brain.
You load the piece and stare in the mirror,
crying and shaking because you're filled with fear.
Raising the barrel to the side of your head,
once you pull that trigger, you know you're dead.
Your hollow because the heart took the early bus,
but the brain is showing you everyone you said you loved.
Maybe this isn't right, you can learn to deal with pain,
when your mom opens the door, hits your elbow, BANG!

[2triple0]

i love this rap shit even though no one gives me any credit
you be like someone in the middle ages about to get beheaded
im trying to drop rhymes but none of them are educational
like something your not used to this is very unusual
and i try getting personal but still don't know nothing about any of you
maybe im not applying wit but i wish i knew someone else like the sky is blue
nothing getting around this im dropping coins in this fountain
and its like climbing a mountain im not used to these surroundings
so please tell me theres a way because to me we both on the same side
especially since families get buried together at the same grave site
i know i wish i could figure this game out as well but im out of ideas
out in the Himalayas you could say theres no way out and i aint talkin favors

[Shaka Zulu]

Rapping, a passion. I get thrashing, any foe, let's go, I'll murder any enemy while drinking Hennessey.

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Slicing through the stars & space, my bars will race ...against the fastest creatures on Earth & leave them in the dirt.

[Shaka Zulu]

Verbal villain. Like a scalpel I slide through the cut. Silent as fuck, violent & such. Wildin' & buck.
Riding with a rifle & a guy in the trunk. Driving these bars with pure oil. miles of it pump

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Lyrical miracle spiritual with spherical geometric vibes, &electric highs.

[Shaka Zulu]

I'm on the next high, extra high. Metal fists & medics list that I can punch & electrify.
Next to fly, vexed in size. Less to rise, a pest's demise, west in eyes, east in fleece. cotton in shape, plotting in tape.
Jotting a lake, with the flow. You know I'm on top of the take.

[Celph Taut]

I pop these kids egos n' watch it deflate...
They mention "Celph Taut" name whenever they talk about greats
n' believe it, it's not smoke and mirrors either, no, not in this case...
I was walking in waves.... more rhymes
to crash n' hit the shorelines...
It's war time. I'm clocking in, cases loaded, before 9.
Still on my board grind. Still doing this keying shit.
I was the first person in this fucker to make this scene legit,
Back in 04', when I was typing, n' random keys were hit.
Now it's calculative, most of the time.
Focus a rhyme. Watch kids of all walks of life, approach the design
The methodology built, like the template that came after it
Disdain for the name who kept playing wit' the same practices...
My brain passages could trip the circuit breaker
With my verses razor sharp, there's not a soul that can murk the maker.
Torque and horse power higher than Red & Meth
Mask upon my face like the V, but see no Vendetta left.
You watching Gangstar videos, trying to get a rep...
I was shooting out in the park, the dust hasn't settled yet..
These habits die and then resurrect... don't need to believe in the power...
Just believe in the other side when you see it devoured...
I bathe in this music, n' feel dirty, be needing a shower...
Fallen down inside, like the scene of towers, being empowered
By keying is how I'm leaving these cowards, laying on the veranda...
I'm not with the banter or all the flash of the camera's...
Illuminati shit on TV, bump Jeru the Damaja...
I'm cleaning up shop in this bitch, my niche's the Janitor...
Who spin the earth on their finger, n' laugh when I throw it from orbit?
Shit. I dumb down my speech so most of you simple folk can absorb it...
Focus enormous, see the finish line in my rear view
So ahead of my time that the future shit don't appear new
My bolts loose, n' I'm so lucid.
Fuck the future, this is my old music!
Alicia Silverstone dudes, sounding SO clueless.
No excuses, I'm on the block, my mental blots can expose the rubrics
This is those soldier dues, see the game from an overview
Head and shoulders above these youngings. They playing games
You can be all subliminal about your shit, without saying names.
The world changed so much, but the mentality stayed the same
No appreciation for the culture, or the way it came.
The transition from the 90's the new millennium's, telling em'...
A bunch of mixed up styles with no idea of where they get it from
It's all in basic genetics, son.
Break it down in systemic tongue
But I walk to the plate, because I don't ever run.
That's some tragic shit, thinking reality has a grip
This battle shtick? Got em' running, like Black folks seeing a magic trick.
Word. N' you can hate me for that.
But I'm taking it back. To Radio Raheem, n' saying it's rap.