Wacky Wordplay and Freestyle Cypha
 

a'ight this cypher all frekeystyle....
bust it up with some verbal gymnastic backflips type shit

pure playaz....haha

im deliverin a message by virtually unspeakin...
speedin and feedin emcees a ficticious weekend...
how i played on words and got caught cheatin...
they dumped me but came back to me one night drinkin...
but now my mindblocks gone and all the ill shit is leakin...
so im gonna quit speakin b fore i start preachin...
unleashin blazin seasons and end up replacin the deacon...
thought i was dreamin cuz i woke up before i was sleepin...
and my head hurt so bad i must have been drinkin...
im a dope emcee i realized that i ingested the cup eminem pee's in...

what the fuck? dont ask...lol

yea'ight ai'ght playa... check this

rope n' dopein shots a lock targets rock
got em petrified emphasized then electrically sensorized
with bent ascents on the rize
diggin and pitten fence trenches to minds with crimed rhymes and nines
hived lives sublime intellect respect
specticals crept with subtitles that hit the deck
terrorist verstile miles in depth percepts to its concepts
sway zig zag wordplay ricochet in a wave
symptoms sadistic rips scripts in aspects
paths boundaries hexed sounds vary on epilepse
aligned structures erupt and shock clocks on block steps

by wacky did u mean wack, this is my bros freestyle, im typing as he says it....

((silence))X 10 bars
this is my freestyle better than anything of 8 mile..
no no no start again
no take that out
ok erm..
((silence))
drop me a fat ass baseline..
((silence))
((more silence))
im gona hit u across the head with a chair, ruin ur hair/
smack u acroos the face cos ur a fuking discrace/
look at urself, u r wack/
so wack that i cant belive that/
u try to be coolb ut u got braces/
cant even improve ur fucking little faces/
((silence))
but u still look like bugs bunny/
and im gona kill ur mummy/

((beat ends))

I put the MC in McDonalds
got bigger feet than Ronalds
I robbed the Hamburglar wit an empty water bottle
Burned the McNuggets wit a home run from Kirby Puckett
That bird chic look kinda cute oh well fuck it
I'm the Prince of Burger King eatin Chinese food chicken wings
Stir fry you in my wok and turn you into dumplings
Boned Baskin Robbins and gave her a 32 flavor
Then she got up and turned into Arnold Shwarzzeneger
Damn I got to run this aint no fun
Like the turkey on Thanksgiving I'm done

The thread said wacky wordplay....I guess its wacky

(silence)
ya ass stuned me, you chould be called austin/
with words ya bro use make livin so awful/
damn he aint freestyle his life in denial, the post says wack wordplay ya rhymes is like childs/

(silence)
...my bad i just read ya profile, nigga that explain it all/
cumin from england and dont say im a lyin ol felon/
14 of ya years u been waistin on baby/
not from cash money....christ...... the title says spice/
girl power cuz you aint gonna lift ya shit so put it together/
ya skills ima rate...ima hestiate... ya fake/
you lightweight go post 8 mo' tiger so ya feel more greeeat/

(7 minutes to diss this cat wacky)

creepin along run sides the reaper amidst the echoes of silence\\
reflecting from the dirts ground up as death trembles my mind tempts\\
confusion illusives like acidic sadistics absorbing orbs crime inprints\\
remaining distinctives shapeshift existance my nine primes dis clips\\
defined by sintense rein-rips indents rinsing in propane projects\\
disfigured triggers my fist grips as the bringers of blysters\\
embalming with napalm bombings expanding with splinters\\
railing the heated winters magmarizings to tinted singes\\
sizzle the grill killing up on riddalin hill and spillin bodytags on to the window sill\\
cereal coated with road apple cracka jacks n'roaches\\
dethroated erroded flame throwed to scolded locusts\\
molested wrecked & necked to roll coasters spoked with the interiors of toasters\\
atop sofa loathers soaked in gopher loafers\\

come sniperin thru the entrance,
i'm a spit how eva i want fuck a proper sentence,
my shit liek cocaine a straight line,
fuck up fake emcees with they gay ass rhyme,
i'm a rip yo head off n give it to yo momma,
mo dangerous thena taliban suicidal bomber,
i'm tired of puttin a comma/ i hate emcees who just talk it out,
get a piece to yo mouth, and deep throat the tech-nine,
lyrics? i dont have ta check-mine, hit the deck-man,
i'm got mo thrills then a roller coaster,
now what am i suposed-ta, do about this,
i'm constantly slpillin chirs........

(well that was shit i didnt exactly know what to do, culd sumone pl explain it again)

I burn niggaz wit my fire spitten tendencies//
Hitten emcees wit temperatures in all degrees//
Police sayen freeze as I buck willingly and how I please//
I'm ya commander in charge, my heat will leave you at ease//
Blow through body hot like a summer breeze//
I rhyme easy like sayen the A'B'C's//
Catch me gunnen in the trees like I's Vietnamese//
Bitch winken at me and shes meanen to tease//
See me in the Park blowen trees wit AJ and Free//
I'm not talken door knobs when I'm getten these keys//
Educated wit rap, I pass wit A's while your strugglen wit D's//
Have you bucked up leaven bones poken through ya knees//
aftermath be sick, got ya manz sayen "Geeze"//
And I ain't talken Wu-Tang or Lil'kim when I sting you like of swarm bees

Razh
Razh

i spit actwards,i mean backward,fuckin bitches slow on coke thinkin its faster,screamin hell at a pastor,i gotta daddy but still a bastard/
don't moch me,try to copy or even cop me,got a dick persauna so my minds stuck on cocky,like clutches i must pop thee,my ice cream rolls witout rocky!

i'm sitting at home all alone,
think about callin my girl on the phone,
talkin like hey yo sup,
but i'm to lazy to get up,
i'm fuckin lost i can't freestyle,
i'll just go steal somethin from 8 mile,
dunno what the hell i should say next,
so fuck it, i'll make ya guess

2 sticks,tryin to get lit/
so i can smoke 1 cancer stick/
da number is 3,so why should 4 be followin me/
didn't start wit 1,but yo there it is in da second bar/
now dis is da 5th one,when crips rep 6 point stars/
what was that? sound like 7 tray 8s/
that left 9 dime pieces lookin 10 playboy dates!

fuck this fuck that fuck rap
i dunno shit, i dunno crap
i'm sitting here typin on my keyboard
cause i'm fuckin bored
dunno what's next, dunno what's in store,
call me poor, cause i ain't rich,
few years from now, i'll be layin in a ditch,
i ain't gonna have a carreer,
i'm just gonna get old and disappear

sittin here smokin a j, jus lettin time slip away/tha j woz a rocket i can pop a 5 mil socket/jus lettin time slip away.

i'm fuckin spittin this shit to kick with it,
grabbin tit while lickin the clit,
i dunno what the fuck i'm sayin i think i'm drunk,
just watched MJ perfom a slam dunk,
i got eminem be boppin in the back,
thats great shit for matter of fact,
eminem's cool he ain't no fool,
fuckin bastard didn't even finish school,
jesus fuck my computer gots a glitch,
excuse me while i go throw it in the ditch

Rememba my name
you gonna see it again
tearin down yo whack flow
and cappin off dumb hoes/
you thought yo flow was marvelous
then I popped you on your head
now you out and shit/
too many names too flip
to fill my shit list
but I'm sure some lil bitch'll talk shit
and I'll rip out tha fake bit/
take me on you can't take my lip
hit so hard it'll make yo chin spilt/

dont ask me questions cuse my answer will be no comment,
i deliver every line harder then a coliding commet,
ecmees just wanna con-it,
i crack heads and rip out spines,
i deliver dopeness in all my lines,
people lookin at me like i'm creatin crimes,
i need this shit to be hot so i pour kerosene and light my self on fire,
i be in this shit untill i retire,
i'm only fo-teen get used to me cuse there's a long time fo my date to expire

flip sick,my oils low let me check da dip stip//
u trick bitch,50cal and my clips equiped//
wit, 16 shells, not gas stations,but 16 whales//
screwge mcduck paper, i got vaults like duck tales//
livin right fales,if go to jail son my bitch post bail//

incredible mandible claw of the rap law.//
scrap flaw, I'm perfect like god.//
no fuck-ups, or edits, I'm the best in this place.//
regret nothin' as my life moves thru tha days.//
I'm nuthin' but a slave to tha game, and cane.//
I just ran a blizzard up my nose, feelin' no pain.//
slowed speech, cold clamy "feet", "trippin'" on this weed.//
slippin' like I was hit on some crazy speed.//
the way we feed makes me sick with an un-curable disease.//
bitch please, imagine this sickness would bring me to my knees.//
I know no defeat 'cept this one I'm servin' you.//
I'm swervin' too, you learnin' too.//
burnin' fools, with this hot plate.//
stop, wait, hold up, don't what?//
fuck this, I'm fuckin' done......

greeks cant speak till i reach my feat
new feet de-feet raps elite
sorry about my freepost piece
i need 500 posts to make ma sig complete

at least don't waste the space on this thread.//
I just read your keystyle and all I have to say is WACK.//
you lack any talent, not spittin' you drulin' like you were mentally challenged.//
with down-syndrom or somethin' similar.//
givin'-yer best shot and still not even worth the nuts out my shit.//
guess what, thisis how I keystyle bitch.//

Madd Murderous Diabolical chick//Messin' wit' me's like on some psychological shit//Get in yo' mind twist it up brain matter madd tweekin//Out ya ears gray ooze all seepin' and leakin'/// Only Bars I need is the ones where niggaz drinkin'//Brainless how I come up wit' this no time for thinkin'//It's Mindbogglin' sport to the North and Tenth Power//Other Catz be thinkin' of theirs for half an hour///Undisposed like a obstacle// crack heads catz they end up in the hospital//Lyrical Sniper in the Cipher I must confess//Yeah I'm madd nice but you tell me who the best.

FUKK ME!UR RHYMES R A PLENTY/BUT MY TANKERS ON EMPTY/THIS ENT BACCI,THIS IS HEMP C/POLEEZE DONT TEMPT ME/I TINK YAHL R MENTLY, CHALLENGED/I KEEP MA LYRICAL FLOW BALANCED/PULL OUT THA CANNONS/WE LIVE IN MANSIONS/BIG FISH LIVE OF PLACTON/IN A WANK TOWN,OF MA VILLE/HAVE I MENTIONED THAT IM MENTALLY ILL/I NEED TO POP A HEART PILL/JUS TO CHILL/BUT STILL/E'S,GUNS N GANGSTAS KILL/I RUN UP A BILL/RUN UP THA BILL/NOW MA SCORES STILL NIL/FUKKIN PO-PO!/GOT ME GOIN LOCO LOCO/ON A COUNT OF LACK OF COCOA/SO............,WOT!/IF I GOT SHOT/IN THA LEG,FUKK WALKIN ID JUS HOP/NE1 SEEN MOPATOP/THA BIG FAT BEARS MUNCHIN COCO POPS/OK RITE NOW U GOT ME LOST/IM THA WIZARD OF OZ/THA GIFT OF THA GODS/THA KING OF THA BOSS/THA THEIF OF THA SHOPS/THA RULE OF THA BLOK,N ITS PROBLEM CHILDREN/FUKK U LIL KUNTS,WEN THA TWIN TOWERS WENT DOWN KUDNT U AV GON DOWN WIT 'EM/KUDNT U AV BIN IN THA BUILDIN/NOW IM STOOD 'ERE STONE LIKE A PILGRIM!!!/IM LOST I AM ME BUT I KILLED 'IM??!?!?/NOW IM DEAD,N THEYV JUS SEALED 'IM!


DONT FUKKIN ASK!!!

U WANTED WAKKY WORDPLAY, I TINK U GOT SUM!

now i've read those rhymes i feel i've a poisonous mind,
am i dead or alive on my knees as time passes by,
why you cry, did i die, oh shit i'm flyin high
can u see me up in the sky
got ya girl wit me she screamin Hi!!
most of u on here think its fucking dreamin time
so i've this rhyme so now you can't deny
what your eye sees before you is I
don't try n run n hide
i'm already inside waitin for the tide
to come in, n coincide
wit your untimely demise
don't try to be wise
n crack whack insults
that don't have a pulse
oh shit i think i jsut convulsed
what is this sludge
my lines bin eaten fudge
my eyes are like G.Bush
wit blur/blair no i don't care
oh shit n i was almost there
n ya mams just walked in
throwin my shit in the bin
hey bitch thats my money tin
i know theres nothin in
u stole it all to get ya hair tinted
and the title stated wacky verses
that means try not to fill it wit crappy curses
but y'all too busy holdin onto y'all purses
yez should be in hurstes
y'all sound like fred durst does


it ain't great but off the top of me head

verbally critical methodic i'm cynical but damn i am clinical
the ritual is to rhyme like barbitual drugs slow the heart rate
pupils may dialate swell up like my prostate
pockets with holes crack pipe glows bums on the corner
lookin like scarecrows
assholes and elbows verbal cecendos voice like a piano
still no one knows
reationary movement political pollutant incendiary amusement
prolific confusment

I’ am the best in-or-out the game, it’s cut-throat now that I’ am back//
neck’s get slit just to watch the blood drain~in the street’s gutter tracks//
format change in-to masses, brainz get liquefied and transform to oxygen for me to inhale gases//

I can see through you wit my verball voodoo//
im in ta ryhme and lyrically inclined//
To conservativly, annebreate the one from which i decline//
with my abbreviated shit i can cause aggro', allabro' an' a whole lot of Diablo'//
but when against me though you spit like you a pekenese chick, chick, chicken//
I'll finish you up wit a bit of finger lickin'//

yo my wordplay is wacky like supercalifragilisticexpyalidouciuos/
got you gurl do permanent touches/
ya'll is soft as hair brushes/
beat up mo den cunts/and when you went to the record label they gave the boot like a punt/
you could spit fire in you ate lave fo lunch/
the closes you came to sex is a dry hunch

ebonically repremend your comprehension// verbally depend on memorabilia from dictonic expulsion// onry like M constipated on tha toilet// hungry like i smoked 2 blunts fell asleep and i gotta shit//


LOL....LOL

my words are whacky as an iraqi
u cant get as whacky as me the reason bein i aint even an mc

I'm a modern day shakespeare wid no fear/ all i need is 9 to 10 beers/ i don't fight wid automatics thats for pussy's to end careers/ i use words and the occasional head and fist especially when i see the red mist/ But whenever i grab the mic i do the biz/ While you sit there covered in jizz/ Readin my words im givin you subliminal messages........

time is ticking like timex
wondering if im next
my freestyles
calm your nerves,
consentual mind sex.
the talent displays
stays for days,
in ways that amaze.
but they cant get enough,
they love this
rhyming stuff.
quick punch lines,
simultaneous sincopations.
is what happens,
when big fresh,
enters the equation.

momented like slang shots pick up dust and bust cops
overpass and drop blocks to brick cities and knock locks
crashin tha habitats and havin it ats ya from ya bitches tops
bounce her titties while she jimmies the riches off my cock
pimp slappin and clappin g-spots ya mama docks the clocks
as my big hand connects up to the crotch like the time don't stop
my mind got alot of rhyme to plot hot frekeystyle wild until my juice exiled or caught
let loose like it or not my height at sight draw jaws and droors to the floors
I panty raid whores that want to explore, and I get to the core
score more sores like a body tag to they pours with doggy bags on they main course
slam like nut butter and jam sandwiches
don't dodge but I ram asses with 2 grand ams and a cutlass

Linguistics-iz-twisted-writz-n-Sick-Shit-addicted-rippin-whippin-wit-this-Spit-i'm-Mixin, Relaxin-lyrix-refractin-the-action fatal attraction-rappin-grabbin-a-pen-again, my multiple-sylliable-luvin-tha-Realest-flow,-Kill-a-foe,-illest-to-Deal-wit-hoes, Complex-context-that-contacts, the lyrical-feelin-ur-spiritual,-Miracles-in-the-physical,-Miserable, find it Difficult,-Get-it-rip-it-hit-tha-slutz, n Respect-tha-ladies, not tha onez who chase cause they Detect-mercedes...

you came catatonic demonic kryptonic get ill like vomit after ten gin and tonics flow supersonic don't smoke chronic cause it's idiotic clock toc tic tic toc got no glok just a notebook full of buckshot walkin on my block hear a gun shot hit the hot spot wipe my nose-snot-what i got aint a whole lot but i'm top notch when i rock a soap box call me goldie locks i;m white like tube socks sell ya enron stocks ride out rough like worn shocks...
shit!

my appearance i swallow,
Digest it, shit it in grasses, watch it fertalize the masses,
amazement they watch, tears droppin as shattered glasses
they gaze, studying with precise vision is the masses
the stature, learning whose the fattest
like sumo wrestlers compared to anorexics
when i kick what i bust
drop weight on those that lack anytype of gut
and wanna throw rhymes up-but can't flow at all
vast aire gave the report bilemic emcees need cholestoral
and if not, I stop there style thats never hot
Choosing to flow like bloodrivers but my styles the clot

peace

these unfinished rhymes need to take a back seat
until they've been critiqued only then can they come back next week
they've been left too long in the washer and they're starting to reek
this you will find is something you need to seek

freepost hahahahaha

i'm possibly first pausin your bith causin your death poppin your vest heart out your chest cardi arrest

shit that flows is shit that shows
n grows to become bold n sold
not cold ready to enlarge n mold
into something better it flows so soft n smooth like a feather
it comes like hard weather n rain spits joy n pain
next level comes fame no shame ready to remain
the same fer years dispite the fears down a few beers to get ur heart pumpin somethin like a speaker bumpin ready to spit the fly wack shit take ur feelings ur anger out on it if ur that good u can count on it just keep thinkin shit that keeps sinkin in ur brain maintane ur thought process no stopin this toppin this rockin this like a boat that unstopable the impossible 8000 foot phenominal
boat floatin into space the race to displace fate this has been NUTCASE