Freestyle Cypher

[Onceawhile]

ontop of a meme...
Yo, trim the crop from the green stalk, your green talks to my green
I'm a king on top of these things, I could pawn-shop for ya team
betcha e'ry rich kid act fruity cuz they think they're on top of the cream
but I don't think, I know - which means I no, I not, I still cop quarters for thee washing machine
but Your words could fill a cop's quarters, about how you launder and scheme
people rap about their lives, and not what they dream
but some goals and lifestyles are fuckin dumb, you think its nice, its not what it seems
Hindsight ain't the only lense on your optical screen
prove that you're somethin'? How about I prove that you're nothin
you must be laughing or thinking subtley "I'm through with his dumb shit!"
that means your roots are corrupted
which means ending fucked is all that life and you can come up with
..

[Celph Taut...........]

It's true, I'm the dude that has published a body of work
Probably a jerk in real life, but a hobbyist first.
The god flow, got me in church.
Parallel parking this ethic, n' dropping bars
that get charges, give me all of this credit.
Or, you all can forget it. This is marginal, I'm far from a head in
the Underground, no Ostrich shit. I just toss this Big Boss Man ish.
Preposterous. I'm too fly.
That's where the awesome is.
A residence upon a foundation of merit, this is where awesome lives.
Bentley in the fucking garage, yeah I'm flossing cribs.
My mentality is reality? Duel to the death if you battle me.
Cash flow, it's all about the salary.
An asshole. Wanna rap with the Future, my presence? won't let the past go!
And that's so you get it from the start, bro
Heart knows what it wants, n' I got it parked home.
Mick Fanning, I'm planning on bringing this shark home.
N' killing it, sticking it on my wall, so y'all know what the feeling is.
The legend still exists…
The mind works like it's science.
Dropping bars to me is like college, more so personal guidance.
Hearses upon hearses tend to perch the horizons
and peak the high seas, the eye needs more than dabs of Visine.
My team? Killing the sermon
With sound waves so damn merciless, you feel it in person
Holy Ghost talk. Get goosebumps floating after a post drop.
Notes flock on top of the pond, beyond ya - they don't stop.

[Onceawhile]

The heart knows. And its beat won't stop.
..I shouldn't try to be no pops, tryna kick these old thoughts.
Lotsa walks in life which I concede to know not.
To each their own walk.
My own path? Is washed up, like the creature on the beach of Montauk
But I have to know: do y'all really need those props when you get featured on top?
Onceawhile..."What does the name imply", ask me..
As battle rap generations fly past me,
I stay behind. and when I'm gone, I might say my goodbyes,
it's just a wave and a lie, some people's lives are just phases of mine ,
I go away for some time,
I find a sage thats inside my hiding place and decide I'll finally pay him some mind
to line up pages with rhymes[*]
like...I'd swear it was my fate to describe how deep it gets in the "rabbit hole".
Yo, my attempts at rhyming never left me with capital,
cuz I wasn't out for the money, I invested time into crowd control
if I could Move the Crowd as a Mic Controller, an MC...heh, then why even crown me though?
So I looked up to my veterans, like what type of rap got my attention?
If i could emulate their style... yeah I know it's not my invention...
But when life stopped my intentions, I'd stop by its entrance[*]
wondering "why am I actively stressin'?", I'd copy the answers and lessons,
then try to rap THAT in a session...tch, why bother even asking the question...
and this whole lack of progression would kick my ass for a second,
i'd come right back for some seconds,
once or twice looked at my reflections
i reckon from memory that i'm a kid packed with aggression,
which drove me past the contestants. maybe passion? obsession?
For sure a plane that barely flew, and then crashed in depression
So these skills - what can they do? Well what they've done I wouldnt die for.
Why restrain introspection to rhyme form?
If there are lives to save, or at least try to sway, why pick a rhyme forum?
When most reading this, ignore the verse cuz they'd probably die of boredom ...

[Celph Taut]

That's why I'm mourning
They get the chills when I try record, n'
put my name on the wall of all challengers as a final warning.
Split screen, noodle drying, and mind deforming...
Ready to kill with numbing agents, something they never could feel.
Ready for all these dogs to go, no Cruella De Vil...
Placing acid on the neck of your will, so the head doesn't heal
Still get the medical bill. Not man fearing.
Looking through these walls, they're transparent.
I'm Sasha master with these hands Baron...
a force that can be likened to a Sith lord.
Peak physical knowledge - it's nice to be in-form.
9 months, set up the go plan.
A grown man in the womb thinking methodically
which is why doctors considered me the prophecy...
through the whole span.
Programmed, with meaningful lines...
Not a form basic, with more faces than Lord Marshal of the Helion Prime
No connections to the Necromongers.
That power's false, n' my respect is stronger.
Traversing, minus the Zhylaw protective armour.
I smell death among ya, a darkness that's passing through light...
Then dissipates just as quickly before the camera can capture it's sight...
.

[Onceawhile]

Another chapter to write, or maybe another chance to do right.
Brother's hands wrapped on her tight, mother can't answer tonight
See, I visualize these lyrical lies. If only to feel a residual life.
Initially its simple, then little by little I put a bit of surprise
in it, a small twist will [suffice] in times of in-ter-nal strife.
I take things to heart on occasion. Break apart observations.
Hop to places with an "obligation"
to annoy the population with over-contemplation
its an overcompensation for a loner complex ain't it?
Idon'tknow,justconversation... I wouldn't go as far as saying
that I'm purposefully ostentatious,
but c'mon let's face it...
a self-diagnosis
overloads his emotions with moments of feel-good notions
but he still couldn't focus
on writing something else so I hope this
next portion gets something goin'.
-
Had a friend - he'd write this type of lyrical tripe for the laughs.
He'd recycle his rhymes like it was trash,
so of course any mic that he had
was violently thrashed while in his hand
He'd get as wild as he can
One night, as he'd planned, he went inside of a pad -
a forced entry - wipin' his ass
on "the better pages of some guy's book of raps",
Must've been a nice lookin' stash,
cuz in the man's house he found a tank of nitrous oxide with a mask.
Alongside it was hash, weed, and pills placed in hiding, I lashed
out
when he sold most of it to your Dad's
spouse
at twice the price for the cash,
then stole the goods back, and aint returned a single quarter, penny, dime or its half (nickel)
He robbed a lot of places and into mine he would crash.
The news reports and headlines, he'd ignore when he'd snort twenty vicodins smashed.
Everyday, he'd be "420!" lighting his glass pipe with the grass...
I had to get rid of him, end his hijinks at last.
It was a clear night. We were sightseeing, he was as high as a kite in The Heights being frightningly rash...
maybe he felt the right feeling...afterall, his final roll of the dice was just cast.
We neared The Cliff quietly, and I noticed his anxiety passed.
Then we stopped like both our clockwork was winded exact.
We were surrounded by the silence, its sad
how he looked me dead in the eyes in his stand...damn the timing was bad.
I was set to explain "why" before he pulled a knife on me fast,
but not quite fast enough to stop the strikes and the blasts...
I saw CSI pull out his charred shoes from a pile of ash.
News reports for the area say that lightning had flashed.
-
Too bad I wrote it beforehand, on Notepad,
and before that?
I wrote a lamer version somewhere else, but at least now it has a reformat!
I'm a choking hazard who has a grasp on a biter's throat as he has an asthma attack
I'll let go when he lets go of his slightest hopes of surpassin' his master's raps
I cast an Azarath-Metrion-Zynthos!
on his ass and rehash an old rap schematic he lacks
Close casket him, simple
Opportunity closed faster than windows
of an orgasming nympho on a Brazzers ad getting your info

[Celph Taut]

Yep, guess it was never this simple...
I'd write pages just ignite blazes...
See what I could come up, feel like the hype's ageless.
And in any anticipation I'd gather the need
To come off of the top, whether Open Mic, or battling feed
I'd lift these tumultuous thoughts with the might of zeus...
Cast the light of truth to bring me right back to those fighting roots
But low and behold, I do ramble and say things arbitrarily
But not for the members that are on this forum to mirror me
Simply to flex those infinite depths through a lyric key
And open doors for rare MC's who don't risk what they dare to be...
They often, sit in their rooms, pondering...
I'd rather go beyond it, and expose their inner minds, to its occupants
Figuring out through hindrance, within itself, is a consequence
To everyone involved, and that's just off of thinking and common sense
But I do, however, have a side of me that's applied to being
much more than the mindless keying from something derived of meaning...
Take a look through the long chapters of pages
n' see the facts are adjacent
Often through these acts I am faced with raps or laying facts in their placement.
But then, I figure, this is for me to kick up a key.
They can get this, AND the more visual me - it makes for an interesting read.
That contrast, the vision that's seen.
The topics, division, the meaning...
the nonsense, those listening needing
some concepts to fit into schemes, and
awesomeness is what they're feeding, so I did it...
It's something off of the top.
Sometimes, it's for the more provocative thought.
But more often than not it's just something to rap...
Only sessions.
A bunch of words to keep homie's guessing.
They believe there's one lane, but freedom tends to go both directions
Whether they want to be thwarted off
the track when they close the entrance...
Soul expressions in a whole that's shown to be more dimensions
For those well wishers who want it more than their own intentions...

[Onceawhile]

All ideas get challenged. Thoughts get refined, there can be no exceptions...
Unless a person won't accept this,
and hides the truth or withholds corrections...
So. Wise rap? I like that. I've got no real interests on standing still.
Every word must work like an ant and expand the hill, till a damn Grand Canyon's filled
Who gives a damn about shooting cannons from the hand for real
The majority care more about acting charismatic for the camera reel
Act man enough for the fans to feel,
and spill that tough spiel in the wordplay, metaphors, punchlines...
Selling pent up emotions vented out, wrapped in rhymes,
When you deal with emotions nobody has time for that, but why?
The audience is too busy packing 9s,
doing business, keeping paper stacked up high
pursuing "human" interests, all mad inside,
And when the drama rise ^ ...
...well, if the words you listen to ain't taught you right, then so do the homicides ^
Battle rap unleashes a beast
If kept respectable, then each side agrees that there's peace
Before the beef weakens emcee's reasoning, shit looks like a disease to me.
Get killed off cuz it's so easy to be.
Rap, just rap, has been a means of expression,
You can learn to manipulate language, apply all the rap ingredients in your immediate possession
and maybe catch a seat in a session to leave an impression
The heat leavin' em sweatin',
any veterans present sees skills and might see you as brethren
I see them as teachers with weapons, lyrical arms, but when I show my writing I'm teaching my lesson.

[Celph Taut]

To me? It's simply to feed an aggression
Through my ever weening affection for rap, no getting trapped inside a needless connection...
We can agree, their needs to be an expression
But there also needs to be an imagination between the direction, to even congestion
Have fun with it, AND be serious with meaningful sessions
Through frees in tight circles for small cyphers, like evil projections
The trajectory from the essence leaves an impression
so deep on the soul, you would think the feet's been left in the cement of their emotions...
perceiving indentions...
And not to seem so pretentious
I dabble between these things cause I believe in those schemes of perfection...
But still, I get it. Be real, they'll feel you eventually.
You can help the mental be introspective with each potential key.
Be about the passion n' coin a phrase,
cause if you're steady nickel n' dime'n it will never make sense to me...
Open the doors of your outer logic
Make em' shell out an entree fee.
It's meant to be about that extension peaking that mentioned chi...
- form. They need more than a winding road, but a detour...
To multi-platforms, but it's not for people to keep score...
One style and subject matter, why read for?
Uniformed approach, here's that jacket so you can keep warm.
But me, rather be torn from it, without sworn judgement
I'm reborn, ready to do it, though, with the usual
belief, or some music so integrated inside of me,
the movements roll out much like a dreamlike state of a lucid soul...
defiantly trying different styles that he can pile in keys
a thousand seas surrounding, each accounted for n' not out of reach
... to meet scorn. However, within these schemes I can be Thor'
Without Chris Hemsworth or Alan Taylor for screen form
And ya know, absolutely keep it real, n' stay in touch with the fans
When every verse is almost like I am out there, clutching their hands...
Even adjusted the plan in hindsight, no limelight
or tryna' usher a brand for stability rights, despite what's is grand.
I don't need a seal of approval, rather do it
to see the unusual, n' deviate the meaning of music, so
These little teens in the studio that fabricate, can I have a plate's
of this student's growth within his reality, like the Truman bloke.
It's relatable. They made it so convoluted
it's almost like your brain explodes, n' the particles left behind has sustained their growth...
The radio play's a joke.
But introspect in this forum board's the nature's hope
To bridge the connection back, where these stations won't!!!!
The heart's a lion...
I look with an oversight and see a big part of it dying...
Scoffing at the masses who think the art's surviving
When artist's are trying to bring Hip Hop back, but Trap music is...
what's charting the highest...
You can say the smartest, isn't always the wisest.
Ring it in for a moment, or you can call it a crisis
They're diverting your attention in these mentions, saying it started with isis
And as hard as the writers on this forum's are with the line it's
a fine line to walk when the darkness of it's sharp to divide us...
Stopped following trends when these models began...
I had the might, n' it was all in my pen...
They say it was art, n' made it easy for drawing em' in...
But bigger pictures are insidious, ain't it?
They're like mirages with personal traits,
drawing the curtains to show you purpose where no purpose is safe...
And hell, let me be real, I certainly walk upon the balance beam
of being arbitrary to an artist who's here to challenge things
On an emotional level, and an impression that's hiding beneath
the eyes in the sheet of enterprises revived, so they can disguise their beliefs...
ostensible actions, representing their factions
in the highest residence, passing as some kind of level-headed attraction.
They like the old me, they say they hate the new me.
I'm very one dimensional - they rather I be 2D.
Well, lift the veil and now tell me dear, what do YOU see?
A passion that was abandoned because it suddenly then grew feet

[Onceawhile]

Some words have to be deciphered, intentions I'll truth seek.
Did I mention? I'll lose sleep
if it's a necessity too? Even lose a friendship or two
Cuz in the end of it who's he? who's she?
So many deaths, I'm restless, I'm through speakin' petty shit, dude's reached his precipice - dude's peak!
Dude speak sentences - censor him? Oooweee!
Then I'll take my leave, y'all can take your time, lyrically punching each others heads in if you please,
But I'll be back in case y'all have had a bit of ascension since then, and move these
texts with the few seeds nestled in, see me wrestlin newbies
Earn some respects, earn listeners who might try to rap kinda wiser
And if it's ever fact I'm a liar, then I get Baptized By Fire,
test of faith, the trial by fire either consumes or transforms
Y'all opine all the rhymes, I'll prove I stand for 'em
So its best to spit truth, leave "molten footsteps when I exit the booth"
and I know how some will say "imaginary raps" just put the head in a noose
That's understandable. isn't that a balance though?
There's real rap and surreal rap, and there's fans in both.
And the substance in each type? to me just the symptoms
of something that screams "fight!" in each of its victims
Disease ridden lyricism, that tells you whose sick!
And public introspection, or showing that one is mentally quick
just means, to me, that someone finally found a need to bring attention to it.
They start exhausting their options, like what methods can be offered to off-switch this offset?
idk, my words knock people off balance, and tell 'em that greater balance is not yet.
So they're ehausting more options, till the end of the line is in sight,
when no one can help your struggle, you feel like you shoulda never opened the door right?
The sound of incoming regret stampeding, has earned a bitterness.
and inside the mind, my pot stirs and this it spits:
"I will sternly scissor-kick this little bitch if he don't learn to live with it!"
This is how noisy problems get treated, but in the voice telling to treat it I ain't heard much differences.
Being aware of it all... is where I'm at.
So logically I'm also questioning the wherewithal of that.
This a cypher though, nobody's trying to see this
Right? They're like "boy, this guy is conceited",
Well, different styles and intents, some might be intriguing
And talk is talk, the walk is a sign of allegiance
Celph should finally proceed with other topics besides this, to rhyme for his timelessness reasons
I'll probly be signed off and reading

[Celph Taut]

Don't worry, I'm still trying to find a cohesion, besides
designing the rhymes that these minors believe in, outside of societies treasons.
Still developing niches, n' paving the way
There's room for the intellect and bravado of paper display
And the... makers who say that they can't rock it like that,
attack like some satanic plague, by taking their placement away ,
n' it's ancient, there's potential non detrimental when you're showered with tools
But criticism falls on the outcome when the root should be how it's used
And that? is where the divide is derived.
That small complex has a giant inside
Screaming to the masses that, "I am alive"
The principles have fallen beneath the crevices where dynasties tried...
To segregate both aspects, for those cats, yet
This... hexadecimal mentality is here for a reason...
clearly, it's breathing... no subtle differences, just lyrics for reading.
I can be the topical guy, the random one - it's all in fun.
But rather chill for a bit. Still have the feelings I've been feeling for it.
N' it hasn't changed, throwing skill in the mix.
Flex poems, watching syllable tricks - surely not a feeling that's realer than this.
I do proceed with many other topics, in which are not here...
Many different sites, over many genres in top gear
With thoughts tearing through separate channels...
I do got fans that follow the theme, pages upon pages,
one verse isn't all that it seams...
sewing the fabric of thought processes in the thread, count...
the honourable schemes...
mentioned in each sentence like a drawbridge is seen
to fill the void. Any segregating, or will, destroyed
is strictly through the oppressors who forget it's something we still enjoy...

[Onceawhile]

I believe you asked me what do I see that you are. (one post ago)
What do I see? What can I say, all I got is this seat from afar.
I look for mistakes when I'm peepin thru bars
I recognize greatness, with no time to celebrate it. I use up time to say there's better keys to impart
but I believe that you're smart, you have a drive but I don't see it as 'heart'
I think we'd agree we're both asking the other "what are You tryna see?"
I'm trying to see the biggest truths. Maybe cuz I have my own secrets that I keep in the dark
Maybe I'd need an example, a life to glean greatness from so my own, True freedom can start.
I have all the reason to leave this rap shit alone.
It feels like I been trying to leave, but I'm practically prone to stay trapped in this home
Sometimes I put a feeling in a rap, with small tactics I've honed,
and I've felt feelings when other writers manufacture their own.
Sad, empowering, moving, inspiring; if feeling isn't present, why read it?
It's always there probly. Just not in the best lighting, but I seen it.
Then I get an idea. Realizing everyone has there own story, I try to find relief
I don't like speaking over people who have to grind thru grief.
I give 'em an honest listen, consider their intention
...consider the audience to whom they delivered, I question
What originally pressed them to press send? cuz most of verses look similarly destined.
I look at rap...I've reasoned that either: (a) rap should change
or (b) I should just leave it alone. Its not so bad in a way.
Yeah, maybe it's just me and the path in my map is strange.
And I'm confused about those who'd rather stay.
"intellect and bravado"; or, truth and fun? "Fun" for me...is the last escape.
I'd rather have peace. But in practice, I wouldn't fire blanks at the range...
I understand posting rhymes packed with a flame, like whose the target practice today?
Who! The bars tangle with any archangel recruits.
Text injected with straightforward perspectives, but every angle's acute
Knowledge is knowledge... maybe compare it to an arrow, you aim and it shoots,
or like a tonic on the pain when it soothes
cuz often some clever shit really changes the mood,
like when I'm struck on the computer tryna serve plates of this brain-food
but like you said...we can criticize outcomes, but the roots from which they came through ain't changed yet my dude.
I'd call this a cough-suppressant society, when what we sell suppress the symptoms
of people's problems... I mean...in rap? people can be impressed with rhythms
shaking hands when making fam and business, heh nepotism
but those problems are left hidden in people, therefore still present in them.
When I write this, I figure there might be some factor or solution that I missed.
Or an assumption I made that's fruitless, but I'm too deluded to realize it.

[Celph Taut]

Not at all, I feel like the majority of them are nodding off
And only crushing what's beneath them, yelling out "Molotov"
Guess when it comes down to it, all I'm saying is there's room for both...
Truth that's spoke, or the other kind of mechanism that you can quote...
And in a weird way, I love the contrast because it means
I can read these differing subjects, n' see the finished and published
piece, in its circumference, feed off of the energy
perceive the thought that's in memory, then we can drop in the second key
Knowledge or fun, I ball it in one.
N' it all of it comes in, naturally. Politics or conspiracy,
The knowledge scripted is here, n' we
Abolished the four walls, widening the perspective more...
Right back to those connections for everyone on a message board...
It's always been about flexing, whether you had a different direction, or
You were simply writing that joking shit. If it's dope, it's dope, that's it.
But I understand times change, n' opinions vary
I'd rather encompass some contrast, than limited theory
Whether it be lyrical, hearing some people just rap from deep in the back.
Speak on a track about their hardships or leap, and react.
Never sleeping, I see them, in fact?
I appreciate those given their all between,
the logic seeing them drop from their hearts, apart of this artist scene
N" still, STILL, those with raps about lyrically killing
somebody cause I'm laughing still, that's the heart of the rap appeal.
I'll still be that cat who feels the others pushing their passion
through that action reel - sitting back, like it's motion captured film
I go to Open Mic n' see that knowledge-y stuff.
Cyphers for when I bottle it up...
Or we're just kicking n' chilling the shit that we're feeling, right at the moment
n if it's appealing? We spit it until the saliva hits the tip of the ceiling...
Cypher's that jack of all trades approach
We're most of the faces are changing coats...
Exchanging music information through ways we post
And some days? Well some days aren't the same as most...
You write a topical up n' drop it, enough for people to watch...
your thought process erupt...
I'm saying, we're sailing boats... proxies of our
thought schemes dropped in trailing hosts
Most sessions a lot like the training ropes for those aspiring,
writers who wanna be tighter n' drop to see what the pain invokes
I'm with it, as you said, we all got some secrets
Sometimes we gotta keep it...
Modest, even if we end up hurting some honest feelings...
That "real" is a reel, pulling em' in...
A foundation, from the ground, placing
an arc up to the horizons from where this Bulletin's been...
These forum's? Are for em', to grow - a nourishment, when...
the wording begins. Parallel to the feeling of those determined to win...
Even when the determent has been... evident...
The sentiment of prolific outlooks forever been a mantra, culture's been letting in...
Slithering through the obstacles, topical's a lot like shedding skin...
- now, within style we've been a round' has been eminent
An intervention, of sorts, this pencil's a force to be reckon with
And they get it, of course. Knowing that text is such a tenuous sport...
Where hearts get checked at the door...
The rest? Might not even make it to the executive floor...
But it's ambidextrous - the best of it's core
The best of it's kind, the messages find a haven...
Lines relation from other guys, the precipice high-elated
Not the kind you can hide away with...
Fine lines lie every where, discover the rift...
under it, if you wish to explore the livestock of the troubled abyss..
Freedom of thought; passion excels
Words live through the heart, even after it fails.
Arbitrary endeavours are not be confused with the abysmal...
Just a "free range" methodology that isn't as simple.
Sporadic ideologies we think of as info
And share in our pieces almost like our keys were given a symbol...
The identity, but I don't think you should leave it alone.
I see the meaning you're showing, and it seems so anthropic...
To me, but I know if, you leave prematurely...
from the scene as a whole, then ... it would almost be like there was no means for this moment...
Just two mc's exchanging philosophies
through dropping schemes in a row and, finding a common theme to debate
Or even relate, OR even negate, I get it.
You're an MC, and you see whats at stake.
You see, ultimately, what these keys can create
Music is certainly for those people who need an escape
from their current reality, and it's healthy to debate
What exactly we're doing, the significance in each written script
And that we're improving... so it's careful to know the words in raps we are using...
No acts of illusion, simple aesthetics...
rhythm and ethics combined into an instrument's essence...
Were the audience listening actually sits for the credits...
KNOWING the story, who's involved in it... the director perfecting his vision...
The semester that isn't... a waste, n' is exactly what the professor envisioned...
Intellectual, introspective, intercepting
a visual, disrespected from kids neglecting to give it food...
You said it best, a record can change the range of a livid mood...
Like an action can change the perception of a start out artist, who's getting booed.
But there's that perspective, and another one they get into...
For every lyric put on this cypher page, if you read it through...
It's really all about the moment involved...
The components we draw... n' throw at the wall..
Or hide behind the curtains, without showing it all.
I absolutely adore one that's willing to challenge intent,
I encourage it...
For words we spit in verses, it's
about the thought and it's nourishment.

[Onceawhile]

It's like when the nervous system's word is sent,
It's a message, I'm certain; how it works I'm not perfectly sure of it
but it's purpose is of alerting a person, maybe they'll swerve to avert events if its hurtin them
or maybe they'll sense something bodily short-lived or permanent.
...
my brain done short-circuited, currents surge and int-erpret this world as worth assistance (assistants).
I tour circuses 'n neural ('n you're all) workers in it, we earn a live-in...
So let's get this act together. Entertain. A human's life.
Yes, provide experience, provided that every thang moves precise.
"Knowledge is knowledge", that's the second time that I use this, right?
Well this verse is knowledge, information, or new insight for readers to use it right.
In truth I'm like the sense receptor, with this text all complexistentialectric or whatever (its not a real word)
I pick up messages, and if others do alike then a bigger message is sent together.
But this isn't the path I be wishin'
I'm not an anatomical mechanism; I'm self-aware, so when I'm having this vision
I get mad cuz the action is missin'. "Observation" - that's it...that's all it is and sadly nothing's happening with it.
I get sad cuz it amounts to an unfinished algorithm on how to redress rap's condition.
So far my posts talk about a task to be accomplished...an outcome, but method?
I have the message - how do I effect it? By writing about it? I guess if...
But we've been writing, still no results. It's like I've been blabbering breathless.
Nourishment, Celph would call it. But it won't cure this binge alcoholic.
This is a rap cypher, and I'm pouring unusual curious shots of knowledge
serve it in ounces, dollops when it's somethin' solid
every Onceawhile get drunk off it, every Onceawhile indulge it.
I'm saying, I think it's best to just leave: (1) leave the message cuz I felt a need.
(2) leave whoever's not involved to do whatever they please.
(3) and leave the need itself so the message never has to repeat,
because by the looks of it, this was always a self taught lesson indeed.
I mean did my shit really have to do with rap only...?
Anyway, from what I read, Celph seems to know where things lead,
and seems to know how things be
I confide in your viewpoints, but I trust that a different point is always mystery.
I claim 'observation', so right or wrong I base on discourses with me.
And if it keeps going, the conversation might be over swiftly
But maybe you have something more to give C?
(Not that the cypher and anyone else about to hop in has to continue on this.)

[Sammy]

The past few posts were the really the best cypher freestyle raps I've ever read. Excellent job, Celph and Once. I'm so tempted to jump in but things are already dope as it is.

[Celph Taut]

It's like when the nervous system's word is sent,
It's a message, I'm certain; how it works I'm not perfectly sure of it
but it's purpose is of alerting a person, maybe they'll swerve to avert events if its hurtin them
or maybe they'll sense something bodily short-lived or permanent.
...
my brain done short-circuited, currents surge and int-erpret this world as worth assistance (assistants).
I tour circuses 'n neural ('n you're all) workers in it, we earn a live-in...
So let's get this act together. Entertain. A human's life.
Yes, provide experience, provided that every thang moves precise.
"Knowledge is knowledge", that's the second time that I use this, right?
Well this verse is knowledge, information, or new insight for readers to use it right.
In truth I'm like the sense receptor, with this text all complexistentialectric or whatever (its not a real word)
I pick up messages, and if others do alike then a bigger message is sent together.
But this isn't the path I be wishin'
I'm not an anatomical mechanism; I'm self-aware, so when I'm having this vision
I get mad cuz the action is missin'. "Observation" - that's it...that's all it is and sadly nothing's happening with it.
I get sad cuz it amounts to an unfinished algorithm on how to redress rap's condition.
So far my posts talk about a task to be accomplished...an outcome, but method?
I have the message - how do I effect it? By writing about it? I guess if...
But we've been writing, still no results. It's like I've been blabbering breathless.
Nourishment, Celph would call it. But it won't cure this binge alcoholic.
This is a rap cypher, and I'm pouring unusual curious shots of knowledge
serve it in ounces, dollops when it's somethin' solid
every Onceawhile get drunk off it, every Onceawhile indulge it.
I'm saying, I think it's best to just leave: (1) leave the message cuz I felt a need.
(2) leave whoever's not involved to do whatever they please.
(3) and leave the need itself so the message never has to repeat,
because by the looks of it, this was always a self taught lesson indeed.
I mean did my shit really have to do with rap only...?
Anyway, from what I read, Celph seems to know where things lead,
and seems to know how things be
I confide in your viewpoints, but I trust that a different point is always mystery.
I claim 'observation', so right or wrong I base on discourses with me.
And if it keeps going, the conversation might be over swiftly
But maybe you have something more to give C?
(Not that the cypher and anyone else about to hop in has to continue on this.)

Sadly, I can only reiterate...
Rap's been cultivated, n' there's people living within it, mate...
Thoughts and ideas are sought by the readers
who see the topics, accordingly...
off of of their screens, n' wanna top who're jotting those schemes up...
They call it the cypher, for all of these writers
With terminology, even for those knowledge insiders
Because if it wasn't for the exchange of ideas seen?
There'd be an alternative for the wording, with other artists observing it...
But this is our day, free expression to keep em' guessing...
Through each connection that's made, to see what the lesson conveyed...
We read the rest n' then make our observations
The objective's oblique. Can't get the message we seek...
Without making our reservations on what's expressed, n' repeat...
We put it into these subsets n' ask "Who's next to compete"
There's so much different directions that it reflects in our speech
Going after what we were destined to find what's "West", has been "East"
But I digress, I love to question these feats.
To push upon the precedents reached, right up
until the residence has a evident breach.
Sometimes, I get cues to being unusual, n' it brings
a new audience upon whom I cater my music to
But hey, I say it's OK if you're doing you...
As long as there's fun to be had, n' your intentions,
aren't a detriment upon the vocab'...
That inspiration sets like a sunrise as it dawns on a pad...
But, sometimes a page just isn't enough for the knowledge you have...
It's understandable. Motives n' the outlook of what's achieved...
Make an impression, wondering if those around you tend to take those connections...
Otherwise, what's the point. However, I feel it's a playground.
An exercise of your brainchild, a simple way to display your style.
In other words, play around.
Explore, take a particular angle out.
Give em' something to give a damn about...
You can write and be free...
Confide in a key, it's such a joy when those 4 walls, that
surround your outlook, have an eye you can see.
Outside observers trying to read that Food For Thought
they're dying to receive
Paying a generous tip for what proprietors leave. (Sammy)
And it's all in expression, all of it.
It won't cure, knowing culture doesn't even know where those roads were...
Nourishment is the peace of mind for those sure
If they drop a piece, n' it's overall message is knocked, it'll be in our thoughts, at least.
The message is continually spread, before you and after you...
From those who embodied those rapping roots, from your name, to its attributes...
I'm saying, it'll be in part. The masses will adjust...
A hexadecimal complex, still, the skill lives in us.
The contrast will vary, from person to person.
Through every verse, it's certain to differ... it'll be worth what you're working to give us.
In the end, the tune will be the same.
Infinite pictures sitting between the frame.
Traversing the subject matter in need of change...