Freestyle cypher
 

What a day it is for someone like me to come this way, someone you haven't seen, or heard of yet you are intriged by what I have to say....It's not my fault if I come off as a bad guy......It's not my intent and I don't mean to so don't ask me why......All I know is that I like being like this.....And if you have a problem with me feel free to express to me what it is you have to say to me even if it's a good dizz.......Cuz then that opens up the field for a bit of combat.....I fight dirty as you might of guessed and I won't hesitate twice to hit you over the head with a baseball bat. Cracking your skuLL and leaving you lifeLess.....Sorry for the inconvinience "Mr. Janitor", I didn't mean to make such a mess. It's not my fault he didn't listen to the warning of my right fist!

Look, look, look

My Verbal Vernacular, is strappin a mink
so who give a fuk if u ill, or rappin wit pink
im clappin with ya kids, like i've started a rave
kill ya mans, n put valentine cards on his grave
ima bio chemist, an young rapper at best
so if leper audience wanna applaud,...
they'll clap wit ya chest!

look 21 post
am i almost 2 100 not even close
i came here ta battle some punks
not ta type up abuncha junk
plus all wut i seen is gay and posted by chumps
all mah lyrics is smooth you don see no lumps
im not really a rappa im really a thug
runnin round wit guns
you no i sho no love
i wan battle a fool
who da fuck made da 100 post rule
man dat shit aint cool dat shit just cruel
deprivin a young playa of wut i do

Its da rawest nigga around so don't try ta temp me cuz I do keep a hamma like my name was John Henry. And I rep my hood as if it was my set. Head high in my hood cuz I'm holdin my tec. I got eagles dat throw shit like Philly quaterbacks, Im holdin dat real metal yall still hold water gatz. Get real niggaz know I'm da youngest in charge. Ain't da young gunz just stay raw wit my bars. I'm so demandin have ya mom and ya poopz on crack. And datz only cuz I gave ya best friend a smack. Im a young boy dat fight and even spray shit. While yall other niggaz still gossup like a Bitch. Yeah im violent, I know it might seem. But turn niggaz cold and white like vanilla ice cream. Its a rap cuz im here and I know its a shame. But I got high tec gunnz datz in da gunnz of fame. PUSSIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yo i juss dropped mah pizza on tha ground
that shit made me frown
im way up here and that shit went may down
you know i like to clown
but that pizza wuz made in mah town
i took a few bites
wuznt sucha delite
dropped mah pizza an hour past midnight
man that shit wuznt rite
that shit wuz untight
but at leaste there wuz more pizza inside mah site
yo g money hollaaaaaaaaaa

I grasp my pen in a rage, to convince these net thugs that criminals pay, but most are underprivelaged misfits thats gay, so im brainwashing them with subliminal rays, I'm combatting in close quarters when we fight these rivals, to unite and provide bars to win the title, But I consume lifes bullshit and regurgitate reality, Rap is just a fucking mainstream fallicy....

i come through stabbin and shootin always packin me losin?
nah, take ur views and leave me alone, cause my fuse is thin
just split, cause i dont need to hear u start to talk shit
ill make ya quit, cause if u dont ima end up slittin ya wrists
y pretend? killin people has been done and will again
when? who knows, but this shit is just the nature of men

wilderness bewilderment entertainin exist within detriment...
enter it before memory disestabilishes your regiment...
remember tha no way out cannon that's blastin...
holes into your basement floodin your figure it out actions...
i've been laughin since tha hypocricy became union...
blue collar workers wit 16 cars in carpool communions...
extra terristial sent to you through an avenue where blood drips...
carribou narrates wit sounds so low you listen to become sick...

Abolish
 

what's on my mind ......
 

when it comes down to speakin' whats on my mind/
i killz the time, im bored for now, but writters block be fillin in between the lines//
what yall dont know about the MAMI, is that i don't block/
it aint my style especially, cuz i NEED Space to J-Hancock//
i rip thru mic sessions, in my homemade Booth/
it's just like tigger's except it aint next to a Toilet stool //
im sittin here with my nose backed up with snot, i know it aint lady like to type/
but hey thatz whats on my mind, with this freestyle "CyPH"//

I dope,NOpe?,Hope!

Don't make me have your cornell ass banned for free posting in my forum hoe-bitch!

~Bounce~

I know U can do better Penskills lol…anyways…


The beats are discrete when the devils sends vocals with heat
Seeping threw the ears that now fears, Tears are being manipulated
From being segregated , due to ones personal destination.
Congratulating an individual for a person being there for you
It’s God that knew this event before you went, so he sent that
Pathway to relax the non hast, tasting victory when finally escaping
The miseries that Satan has left me, a second life by the grace of God
I will survive, this time, shine beyond the sun raise that passionately
Hits my eyes , breaking threw shades and enlighten my companions
In the need in these last days in time

yo i got a topic dat i could adlib
y coppas always up in biz
gave me a 8:30 curfu den got go back ta mah crib ha
but fuck mah po
dat bitch is a hoe
tellin me i cant wear red fuck no
sayin got mah 40 hours of cs
fuck dat shit ill leave wut im sposta clean up a mess
shit next cop i see im put a slug in its chest
nobody likes dem pigs all dey is is a pest

I am the abyss, the essence of your thirstiness,
Causing rancid effects to some while I render merciless,
Boldly swinging swords at demonic serpents in verb tense,
Leaving the inferior servants left like worthless merchants,
Noble Knights spittin fire through a fallocy parody,
Contributing mercy towards victims, a question of morality?
dinner plates consists of rib ends & ripped torsos,
More so, condensing solids to smoke into mere morsals,
I flip bodies onto canopies savagely,
With elements that inflict pain manually,
My brain computes on a astroplane mechanically,
Through a product of nice trys,
Im leaving the opposition bite size,
Painting portraits with my memory can never be,
or amount to the feeling when thoughts are murdering inside of me chemically....

In kindergarden I was fightin, before I even knew about readin and written, It was the clash of the titan, at an early age, brought upon by self destruction and internal rage, another day was just another page, another step another stage, when will they release me from this cage, A moment feels like dayz, when ur intrapped by political ways, u can smoke cigarettes but gotta hide your blaze, and your Jz, but they still can smell the purple hayes, You can fite authority but who gives a fuck anyways

Stored bars and schemes in brains cell so don't take it to the ass
when i switch up sendin lames ta hell usin post as pistols and
i aim too well part husltler and genius so i got game to sell and
shcemes to plot plan to use rap to feed me so there cream to cop
like 5/0 at a doughnuts/coffee shop i aint gonna say i'm tossin roc
under the fagg big niggas who claim to be the bosses on the block
i got my own shit and ways don't need nobody esle shit and ways
niggas use to think i spit the ways of gays the way mcs dese days
ended up fucked up right after battling me.

your species is feces... alienshipment of lasers...
master blaster blasten your equipment and phasers...
leavin decietment for those who need it...
a dummy dunny bunney steallin money just to eat it...
one quick freestyle is all imma give u to get hooked...
6 lines, 3 bars, and about 90 sumtin looks...

fuck-the-plain bane's stuck-insane with all luck-in-vein
its nuttin-mayne so sharp off the dome i'm cuttin-brains
i devour-cyphers knockin out power-fighters try-n'-decipher
darkness defyin-the-brighter ownin the fire like buyin-a-lighter
with no cause i've evolved n solved all flaws that reside-in-me
now i got subliminals you hafta die with open eyes-tah-see
KaSPaH n' GRaFFiK have turned-tah-one concerned-of-none
cuz now i got heat that'll burn-the-sun you learnin-son?

Free...Minded....
 

:bored: aight here we go .....

the conscience to do what ever/
plus fiends be easily, obscene freaks doin' it clever//
peeps be havin' the audacity,tryin' to get at me/
non-flowin' capabilities, is like a fisher price pistol, strapped to ya waist swifly//
it's all plastic, fakes who wanna get drastic, im on that mashin'/
im bashin' these foes like ya skee'd up from the hashes//
loc'd to the brain, everybody wanna rhyme the same/
like robots with tha same capacity in the mind frame//
im violent sometimes and it's a damn shame/
and i branded my enemies, with a burn marking of pain//

~Gone~ :uptight:

never got it so how tha hell did i forget it?
where tha hell is it? it's like it just vanished...
diminished...
or was extraverted translation into spanish...
so i don't know wat tha hell it says...
but supposedly it states "owned by FBI"...
and I've been taught to get it by James...
now i'm tha next to spy...
found out about tha extra guys...
on tha same mission...
but each one stood in tha way of both visions...
so shot everyone and stood as tha king of tha hill...
got tha book back...
entitled "put this in your gat, your strap, and have fun"...
just shoot everyone...
now words CAN hurt you...
and no dictionaries thrown but shot out a barrel...
this is my rhyme book, i'm shook by dime looks...
and that slut was tha pharoah...
that stated my lyrics can kill...
so now i cool off my heated mouth after eatin some cherry pie...
and die on tha window sill...

spitting flames of rhymes that would melt the ice ages of ne time/ I can make ppl go in awe from the flows I present with no flaw/ killing u softly and sucking ur soul out from u with a straw / no1 has my same mental stylo lyrically I see no equal I kill mcs like JASON sequels / the only way I can possibly die is if heaven 4bids my resurrection but ill cause chaos in hell and heaven and b struck 2 limbo where I will continue my destruction and bad behavior mentally confused ill pray 2my self and b named a savior / I crave to see the light of day when some one will challenge me/stupid motherfucker don’t know what he just did triggered a beast I shiver and squeeze tripping out like the gurl from exorcist movies

instrumentals are all i hear in my head when listenin to those who r dead...
enuff said, need to let my ear drums connect to my mind...
as it suffers time from time, a new era to commit crime...
new laws and new punishment, run bitch run...
cops have tha legacy to kill, you next on tha list...
under this underground is a mound of bodies destroyed by lyrical murder ones...
holdin cups full of blood like cypherish diaper shit...
menstrual cycle eatin pussy and callin it a fetish...
it is nothin to do with tha extasy i see on tha street...
layin there for some 13 year old to come along and release wat he believes...
we lost another number, statistic for ciggaritte wars...
a wrist is in dire need to anquish and bang shit like cut by hand cuffs...
and imprinted wit dried blood from rusted nails...
trustin ur trust fund to be there but tha will states all cousins fail...
to recieve any money and you'll recieve nothin in tha mail...

It all fell down b4 and it'll fall down again b4 i'm finished with this life
it has it's ups and downs, men handle it tho and i will 2 with this life
it's assured to have problems with drug dealers and gansgtas this price
to pay might be too much with work and school fools fight me thru lunch
and breakfast and bunch if public shcool offered it like me hate me love me
it's all the same hard to get a girl when you don't got a drug/ baller's fame
but that's the least of my problems moms and pops sick not like me or tight b
we all got a sad story and trouble life just like me

Cant Look Back Now
 

Kiss Good Bye.. It Had To Be A Quick Good Bye...
Cuz The Judge Qiuck To Throw A Nigga 6-life...
He Think The Penetentary Gone Keep Me Outta The Streets...
But All He Did Was Throw Me In A Buildin Thats Surrounded By Streets...
Surrounded By Freaks... Quit To Crack The Beef...
I Had To Sleep Wit One Eye Open... I Was Countin Them Sheeps...
Some Niggas... Both Eyes Swollen...
Wasnt Countin Them Feets...
I Stay Holden My Own... Golden Glove....
Count The Defeats...

I enter the session manifesting expression
Is there anyone better? thats unknown like a question
Heres a suggestion, don't fuck with this teen
I load grammar quick cause I've got mental jet stream
I rap like theres nothing to it when I do it
It just comes natural cause I'm verbally magical
Fantastical, this shit is phat and ill
I pack the skill, I make the fact distill
into your brain, to make it clear what I'm about
Dope with out a doubt, that is 4 now I'm out

yeah new to the site, sup all you mc's out there I'm more of a live mc but I like texting to improve my lyrics
all good
peace

international seperation... 187 nations...
each one waitin for World Wars based upon haten...
I've been sittin here chillin like on-ice villians...
cause in the year 2017, they will protect our children...
we usin clones to put in tha white house to protect...
wat we're about in this land of us: Tha U.S.
i won't rest until i see democracy become wat it states...
an actual free country where we can all be ourselves and not fake...
workin for a dollar of our time and smashin windows...
throwin tha clocks to tha cement from 3rd story buildin's...
no smiles, just sniffles...
holdin our feelings within to show tha goverment they can't win...
they can't break wat we believe in, we need more religion...
we do not need you to tell us wat to think...
you've brought to us, Bush, tha link of destuctions on tha loose...
it's on tha brink...

Destructions on Tha Brink, in Tha new Future I See/
Legions of Devils Walkin W/ torchers on Tha Streets/
HEarin screames, while glowin Saints Apear in Dreams/
Demons Stare At ME, I Feel like I'm ParaPelifiic/
I'm Runin Cyphers Like Tha Pharos Era In Eygypt/
This is all Free, Cats Get Burnt W/ Writtens/
I'm spit this in thirsty secconds, U take Thirrt minutes/
My Fitnesss is Metaphysiscs, in Supernatural Dimenson/
I got a rappin Addiction, like Crack when I'm Spittin/
I'm a mental Warlord w/ Metaphors When I Black out/
I see Images of Angles n Demons, as Planets Collapse/
I'm Spittin Flamez like A mouthfull of Matches n Gas/
punches are Acurate Jabs, makein Ya Manibal crack/
so it Shatters like Glass, face it You Rappers are Wack/
net sites are tighter than albums sitton on Moutians of Cash/

*wipes dust off keys*

Da heat stay on waist, keep it concealed...
cuz once its in vision is when ya cap gets peeled...
let ya blood dry ova night, comes out bein congealed...
rappers gotta learn to step to da plate, but first try playin tha field...

Juts gangtas like, me can hang wit me, an be where where im at...
Keep talkin, an get ya seam split, on da side of ya hat...
penetrated wit quickness, I come wit da sickness...
Witout me bobbin an weavin u still couldnt hit this...
I hit licks, dont flip bricks, otha rappas spit dicks...
but when malice come through only thing out his mouf is quick spit...
Freestlye cypha dats where im gonna become a legend...
Get in my way, an wit my steel im leavin ya brain vegin....
yall bitches aint leavin dat hood tho...
aint even believin im dat good tho...
but ya whole hood know...


lil somethin

1 million 2 million 3 million 4
thats how many niggas on my dick on rapbattles forum
you dont wanna step to this im to lethal
you pump regular i pump diesel
you dont want of this and your nigga dont either
i burn slow to your soul like ether
now let me stop i dont want yall to bite me either.

you can drop ducketts in my buckett or pluck it and fuck it

i be makin pimp juice you roll with lemonaid
homie get out of line, i'll split yor fade
my style so fly, i move like a renigade
i move to a new hotel, my rooms already payed
my Ak aint just semi-auto its 3 shot spry
take the haters out monday through sunday

i spit sick dreams/
whip rappaz like cream/
im steady ramblin these words/
sudden casualties turn into tragedies/
when a pen is in my grip my hand causes catastrophies/
in your mind is where my dagger'll be/
dope is the metaphores i utilize/
enough vocab to deplete anything you devise/

Dark roads surrounded by trees at midnight
I'm high driving at high speed with no headlights
Chillin' out to the max no other way to relax
Smoking bud I won't ever leave tracks
on my arm I'll be stealing car alarms
your lucky charms and anything that will fit in my palm
I'm usually calm, but sometimes I just flip and go nuts
If you don't give me some a' that to sip you'll get cuts
All over you I'll fuckin slaughter you your daughter too
I don't give a fuck about your family fool

im comin to this shit with lightning and thunder
my rhymes is like an enygma, they;ll make u wonder
pretty soon, im gonna have an album on wax
other mc's be mad primitive like Golden Axe
and im using the renegade dwarf
u can call me deacon frost, or u can call me steven dorf
its gremlin, the human slayer
my rhymes comin so hard, other mc's need to take some bayer
im hear to educate, im not hear to entertain ya
catch me smokin mad l's, or catch me playin castlevania

[B]the mufukn definition of FIRE[/B]
 

the mufukn defintion of fire

i honestly dont kno y i keep writn shit aint like niggas notice nice nigga when they read one, fuk it ...whoeva do peep this, let me kno what u gotta do ... do u have 2 kall niggas out, if so let me kno and i goin at er'body
how 2 get rob... big sty style lets go

but first let me do this...

while im smokn' this blunt, neva eva quotin' u chumps,
who klaim u totin' a pump, but kno that u dont/
lil' whodie get punkd, u gon wish i was Ashton Kutcher,
for ... sho i will dump, homie im way pass sober/
but in the wrong way, but 2 me's the right way,
when i let that chron blaze, it gotta b a long jay/
and only green dutches, this king touches,
when u puff this green substance, fuk around and need crutches/
eyelids startn 2 weigh, this bout my 14th ... 15th puff,
shardy believe i will neva give this up/
moma raised no fool, and pops bred quitter,
all i need 2 survive is pot, head and liquor/
sportscenter and capital punishment cd,
DU, holla bak, i gotta finish puffn on this weed/

ill admit im addicted aint no clinic that can rid it from my system cuz im driftin from one high to the next
cuz in our lives theres so much drama so i cope wit marijuana just a simple code of honor growin ever intense
and now the marijuanas cocaine blast it off cuz i feel no pain
yae's numb the insane plain of thought that ive been trained
to sustain, and thru the pain i never strain, keep me focused on the game at hand to further my name...ive made a decision to express only lyrical precision so sharp that i can cut a molecule wit sik fission division. this too deep for some of yall to comprehend laymans is needed cuz im spittin wisdom at a weeded nation full of beatniks hippies druggies junkies jokers tweakers and freaks as long as its heartspoken i cant be broken down or weak...but just the opposite as i composite sketches what fetches these thoughts? i cant determine if its me or some powerful force...burnin inside and tired of hiding from eyes who'll only criticize when they do come to realize, that their surmise, is self inflicted. no matter who they choose to blame, they cant just rid this. no matter who they choose to lie to, the lies inside you, your only fooling yourself if this lines about you. and in the end only you are the one, when said and done, that can change the past by accepting what is to come..with open arms, and no qualms fearless and feelin no harm, breathin to see a new dawn, born from nightfall..tearin at the walls of insecurites laws, which has led us to believe that every human has some flaw, when in reality its fuelin wars. instead of teachin union and

[B]Look, Fire!!!![/B]
 

yea im bak

yea my brains runnin, eyes heavy, this guys ready,
lines im slang cunnin, i fly steady, supply ev'ry/
thing u need, want, and heard about, whether word of mouth,
yea i got birds in route, but im talkn' bout verbal shouts/
ima complete spitta, and im far from a rapper,
and my whole squad holdn, u dont bother w/ clappers/
im justa hustla w/ skills, nuthin for real,
but trust me im real, 38 jeans tuckn the steel/
rhymes i bust from my grill, aint only kause im tryna be touchn a mill,
honestly i just wanna spit, im lustin a deal/
but its past me wantin' , mufuka i deserve one,
the way im words slung, nouns got the verbs hung/
what i do w/ constants and vowel, i promise they wild,
i bomb shit so foul, til im in yo deck and u bumpn it loud/
thru the airwaves my poetry swim, fitted neva low w/ the brim,
holla bak in a sec, u kno im smokn again/

:cussing:

Drop this girl like a bad habit, she makes me wanna shout..
Whatever we could be, flip it, don't include me, I am out..
Now don't pout, you know what its about, deeper the most..
Josh this girl like a bad roast, but leave her burnt like toast..
I know my lyrics are coming out whack, I just dont give a fuck..
Becaue as soon as I'm done better get ready to feel my chuck..

different kinda fire, honestly
 

pimp, neva take'em 2 hotels, kause i heard hoes tell,
its nuthin 2 make a hoe yell, stay up in a hoe tail/
dont need scratches from yo hoe nails, bang that hoe so swell,
shove it in her mouth til she kant breathe and the hoe go pale/
oh well, she wont the first or the last,
kick game, only purpose 2 smash, if its dirt or its trash/
gimme head til i burst and it splash,
on yo backseat, plus i got stains on her skirt, gotta laugh/
kats mad kause im that nucca yo hoe forgot she wont wit,
kause of the way i pump chicks now yo hoe rump thick/
should be happy i gave her some dick, on the bottom bunk quick,
of u and yo lil brotha's bed, and u still want it/
pimp tongue a curse that'll last, probably longer than me,
i jump in and jump out aint no prolongn' in D/
aint payn' yo hoe no mind, got tha dome and the ass before,
if u dont no the name by now, homie go ask yo hoe/



PO lines :flipoff:
Slick talk'll wet'em, got red-haired birds french lickin' my spaldings that kno nuthin bouta Boston legend/

thats tight onedarus