freestyle cypher
 

yo this is to all yaw cats postin verses in this forum,
this is how this cypher's goin down:
1) u post a freestyle verse up in here doesnt matter how long (just dont make it like 100 bars)
2) u gotta reply to the dude ontop of u and say what u thought of his shit
3) If only done so u can spit in this cypher

I'm the candyman, sweet wit artificial coatin/and I stay wit airheads that will keep yo ass floatin/hopin I don't come through wit da ice breakers/leavin yo body winterfresh, do u wan it now or later/imma lifesaver, and I pack a sour punch/cuz wit rhymes this sweet I eat niggas fo lunch

lol nice topic mmm candy, that was dope cuse u was spittin about candy,

my verses r like a tank buid to destroy,
i'm the main even u just a decoy,
break so many emcees i seem relentless,
like readin the sunday mail my freestyles are end-less,
beef? u dont even wanna begin-this,
cuse i'm quite temped,
to take yo career's end and birng it to a near,
future so it could be today ro tomorrow,
like a swat team i had so many victims like i dont know the meaning of sorrow.

Nice shit trill.

Dissin Ja Rule is my topic

How the hell you gonna make a song about cheatin
You have a wife a kid that's just admitting you're creepin
If you think I'm playin bitch this is serious
I'll cut your singing carrer short like your part in "The Fast And The Furious"
While 50 is makin all these hits and you sittin not rappin
you can sing da hook if I can't get Toni Braxton
Why is your name ja Rule when you know you don't rule
your comebacks like callin 50 loose change and eminem feminime is that supposed to be cruel//
Why do you represent Murder Inc. if you don't take on to that name
You act like a thug that's the role you claim
I don't like niggas who are wannabe gangstas
so every time I see you I say, " what up WANKSTAA"
Sayin, "Hip-hop is dyin" why don't you shut up
Sorry Ashanti you part of his kliq to so go suck a nut
and Gotti you can go ahead with that shit
sayin you ain't do shit with those drugs so go suck a dick.
Back to Ja's punk ass why did you give up the thug life for the actin and the singin?
"Oh it can supply me more money" what the hell were you thinkin?
I just gotta tell you the truth dont feel all shallow
I feel sorry for your kids who live in your shadow
Haha your daddy is a straight up coward
go aginst 50 thats like Booskanky and Malard.

*Booskanky and Malard is an old short that came on while I was watchin a show. So dont worry about that. Sorry bout that.*

yo that cool withersmans

yo this is some shit off the dome


harry's back at it on the block wit a crack actic holden a black macit selling that boy cooking da girl put it in the pot and give it a twirl get da news paper so i can dry this shit out /i'm robbing every body thats y i'ts a drout /i'm bout/ sex drugs and cash like lil kim i got shortys puten paks in they ass harry stay puffen da grass ducken da task when i see um i blast take trips when i eat a shroom wit my paltoon i'll be in your hood real soon u rap cats are slow like a rap from loon harry da number 1 g siten on 20 got hunger for money beef is me shooten your tire out maken u a crash test dummy cath a shot in your hum vee wow

haha witersman this was the best line
"If you think I'm playin bitch this is serious
I'll cut your singing carrer short like your part in "The Fast And The Furious""

and harry u need elivation
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rhymin about battlin:

yo when i rhyme all other emcees bow down beneath-me,
and treat-me,
like some president who just signed the peace treaty,
yaw emcees is greedy and needy,
fuck it i'm a battle 10 emcees wearin a blind-fold,
and i get ready as i am told,
who my opponent is so i can instanly burn-him,
and turn-him into a mutha fuckin piece or human garbage,
makin him regret that he did eva wanna start-this,
with the mutha fuckin hardest,
who isnt scared oh any rapper no matter how exprienced,
cuse u just about to experience,
a world of emotional hurt makin u regret yo own birth,
and makin u say sorry fo all the extortiong,
makin yo momma say "damn i shulda had an abortion"

this goes to Emcee Juggernaut. that nigga piss me off he talk but i know him and he aint shit

My rhymes are enough, to make a headless cat like you levitate
stop lyin bitch you aint lightweight, fat asses are heavyweights!
I seen a tod that spit up shit thats sicker than you
come to think of it, he was playin wit X-Men, it could have been you!
you better check yo temp, you seein shit, like desert illusions
not even lypo save yo ass, i think you need a tranfusion
too rid yo ass of all that extra weight yo ass has been pullin
tryin to soun hardcore wit names like juggernaut you just foolin

allright, that was really good.
My shit is about dissin' Fred Durst

let me just say something about the punk fred durst//
He's the most stupid motherfucker on earth//
that bitch really need a nurse//
You really can't be worse//
You act like a lady, when you go around with you pink bag and purse//
So when you see the stupid bitch, smack him down//
to the damn ground, jump on he's chest//
and don't give a him a rest//
Cuz he make the world look like a mess//

Immaculate skillz to Realize-a-emcee, can Drop-out-them-frees, Surprized-at-these, lyrical-linguistics, destroy tha Physicz-of-lyrics-when-i-rip-this, offa-tha-dome, Off-in-ya-home, memory formz spells-n-incantations, Tell-the-rest-of-the-nation, i'm tha meth-slasher, bring Death-to-actors, n left-rappers, wit Gashes-in-skinz, Grabben-a-pen, see i'm rappin-again, when my Raps-attack-wit-bombs, bow to a king of controversy, Rap-battles-dot-com...

hot shyt yo aight my freestyle is on murda inc.....

yo yo yo ja rule/ can ya hear me/ no wait of course ya can't yo ass to much of a "G"/ man fuck that shit you shittin me right/ i kno murda inc yall think yo shyts tight/

guess what niggaz im hear to burst yo bubble/ tryna start shyt wit 50 man u in trouble/

" FUCK YOU MUTHA FUCKA IM THA RULEEEEE BABYYYY"/ yea iight shut yo fuckin mouth cookie monster/ ma lyrics too hot u beggining to fluster/

ayo ja wheres yo bitch maybe ma wish came true/ she lyin in a ditch/ her eyes startin to twitch she goin into a seizure/ time to help ah fuck it ima leave her/

ya see murda yall aint the shit/ G-unit gon knock u out wit there first pitch/

" OW DAMN YA HIT MA EYE" but bitch yo/ i aint gon lie/ ashanti yo eye was fucked in tha first place/ u should get that shyt checked out u makin ma face ache/

man i can diss u niggaz fo hours but this shyt's too easy/ its time fo me to go listen to sum 50/

yo im out murda inc fuck all yall!!! PEACE

Ez C that okay you just needed a few more punchlines.

this off the top of my head so... enjoy it

Cristal poppin, our songs are rockin
they go platinum all the time so you know we aint stoppin
you keep on talkin you gonna get rocked
in the fuckin face so fill that hole with sock
you see, it's just me, Withersman
In this cypher cuz it's the shit man
you gotta man in Japan and his name is Stan?
Whinge Whinge Chinge Chinge do you understand?
That ment take your sorry ass home cuz you look real bad
we droppin bombs like it's bombs over Baghdad
If I'm gonna diss someone it's gonna be brutal (as you can see above from my other)
and when I'm done with the battle it's gonna be crutial
I'll leave that mutha fucka in a critical state of mind
I ain't pickin him cuz I dont have the time
he'll be dilerious
so nobody needs to get serious
with your two fist up in da air goin worldwide
atleast it's not a consiplated cumilated vibe
I saw da mistres tryna creep on me
it's nothin, I think she be hittin on that ecstasy
when I came in the game I blamed for many fuckin things
As if I told Whitney Houston that she can't sing
But she can't when see be hittin on those drugs
but she keep it real still ridin on dubs
Now that shit is crazy leavin you kinda dazzed
you is high you joined the paper magae
Now is it funny how you had to pay for your crime?
A grown ass man throwin paper all the time
You a Captian America nigga on the run
Gangsta Uncle Sam old you to fight and you havin no fun?
And I'm like R. Kelly sippin on coke and rum
I took your girl to the room and we about go bump

haha yalls gonna hate me
 

whitersman you more like smithers man
bein right beside burns, doin anything he say
thats it you must be gay, hey im brand new
to you, can you stand it? you say your songs go platinum
then why u sitten here rappin? jus tappin on them keys
bitch please when you realize that you jus a tease
get back to me, we can hit up tha records that actually sell
big money, you so funny, but you jus look like a bunny.
made from chocolate, imma take a bite from its tasty bum bum
yea its yum yum, ya want sum? whoa go easy this aint ya moms cum. man you so dumb what a chump, ya face look like a dump
comin straight from ez's rump. that ish looks kinda like this sweet rabbit, but you cant have it. you got such a bad habbit of sittin
down and writing your trash, you should bag it, paper or plastic get used to sayin them words son you be workin in tha grocoery store, cuz musicly your a bore, i cant stand to hear ya no more.
its pathetic, like Fx tryin to start this off, what da fuck he think he a paramedic?

o so you wanna diss right ok I got you

bwahha i like your attitude smithers

Bitch shut the fuck up you just joined today so go sick your dad's dick or somethin. Oh yea, your shit didnt offend me it hit like a fuckin pillow.....SOFT

i'm jus sittin watchin the beef beetween crazy ass and the weather man//
childern please, u keep actin like dis and u gonna expire my employee stock ownership plan//
it doesnt really matter who wins ya beef//
but thinkin u could beat me is one eronious belief//
so ima put this straight, get out or cypher//
or does somebody want there daddy to change there diaper//

lol ouch that was rough, ya i jus joined up but i can still rape ya.

Word to 'ThaTakeOva' And thats wot i'ma do, i'll be up in your face like a junkie sniffin Glue//
Withersman up in here like a newb without a clue, 'Hey i'll jus' spit any ol' word cos thats all i can do'//
Winge, winge, winge, Whine, whine, whine I'm wack and i cant ryhme, heres a bit of vocab for you to step to, this time//
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My lyrical Rhyme isn't a subject of clinical time, but i be beating you with this one line//
It aint even a punch an it shits on ya rhyme, jus' like yo nanna after her Ex-lax Decline//
So now you Wither 'Man' But not from me, but yo stinky ass spit's//
Cos they smell as rank as yo moms armpits//
And its sad when i get a case like you, when i can beat you with Mom lines an you still cant come through//

Yo That was the weakest shit i have eva done an it still Throws wither a beatin'
Written in 2mins 52 Secs

why does everyone got beef wit me I didnt do naythin to yall but dats aight I'll just let it slide

and no it doesnt throw a beatin on me

I came in this game
doing this cypher thang
I rock throwbacks from the same year thet Bill Russel was gettin' his diaper changed
I write
most niggas scribble and doodles
I plan on eatin' four course meals
fuck oodles and noodles
I been rhymin' since niggas was hype off that Rupaul thang
soon when I take a shit
its gonna be broadcasted on HDTV like B-Ball games
I'm ill
matter of fact I'm better than any you know
I'll rob a bank witout a gun
just run in this bitch and yell
gimme da dough


Fuck it I'm outta here rate my shit please

sup. It's much too much such a rush as i bust ya know ya can't touch this flow ya know this is my goal straight from the soul all I need is some weed to get me the lead that makes the new breed that is born to suceed all you people will hear me and fear til yo ears ring it's peircing and bursting when I'm cursing ya say it's not my thing then I start to bring my flow fit fo kings like it was a crime now you've crossed the line try ta wine and dine just like a filthy swine ya must be blind cause music's all in the mind so find tha word and you'll be heard it's more disturbed what goes on in tha world but I'll win tha race ya can't stand tha pace I'll disgrace you and waste you and make do and breakthrough the barrier it's scarrier ta make it very clear gettin through all tha fear then ya step up a gear ya better know how ta steer

Couldnt be fucked reading this..put it in bar from son...1

Every minute is a bar invented
with a speed of one word per second
fusion causing confusion to the hip hop nation
how i rock is like crime known worldwide..

dubmaster that shit was wack as dont post anything like that again make ur lines reasonably long and remember to press enter every now and then, the groit what where u thinking,
M-80 that was shit as well, whistersman needs ta stop freepostin,

and i can freepost all i like cuse this is my thread

yo i am good, in the hood,
i should, kill u, steal u, then chill u,
and the concil u, then relveal u,
then i'm a thrill u, and afta i'm dun i'm a bill u,
mill u, drill u, in to the groun,
when i grab the 4 pound, i shot afta that no sound.

now that was ruff, come one people u have to say i had multies in there

I'm spittin at this cat they call the zulunist
it's like he spittin off a wishlist
....or is he dreamin
ejaculating words just like some semen
maybe you should leave the rhymin up to those who really be men
now let me stop, cause I could eat your thought just like a demon
that be hidin under ya bed waitin to get unda ya locks wit dread

42 sec

you fucking fag! y u going to wait under his bed naked wit a dread
mystahbiggs sucks so much cock his teeth buck out like mystah.ED
sodimite rappers like mystahbiggs need to be dead/
on da street corner selling his ass an noone buying but his dad/
saved up enough money to buy a scooter/went back to sucking dick an praying to buda/4 more years of selling his ass now mystahbiggs is battling on his new computer hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha

who you think you slappin people with lyrics Bitch
your lips are ripped from sucking to much dick
selling ya self like a trick or a dike
you bowed legget from riding to "many" bikes
Bruises and cuts from losing to many fights
you hyped, but you haven't saw the light
the truth is your rhymes aint just tight

Sorry but ya shit is wack.

Akria,your a sorry little bitch who can't flow straight,
Your shit stuters, mine can penatrate.
Its true I killed ya in this little flow,
Now let me talk to ya moms cause she owes me some doe.
Let this shit soak in and marinate just like a steak,
Cause bignick's flows can't be a fake.

I have to freestyle, rhymin is in my blood/
Even though this is a cypher, they still call me #1/
I ain't holdin a gun, but that doesn't mean I won't kill ya/
Beat you so bad you say my fist is lookin familiar/
But that's about it/
I'm gonna play Def Jam Vendetta and make DMX my bitch/

^^ lol this cat is whack yo, no one gives a damn if you're playing vendetta,/
worry bout those stains on your sheets and sweaters from yo gal blowing like Uncle Fester,/
if wackness was a crime, then dawg you would be arrested and sentenced,/
this innate wiz-dumb virgin get's Jergens and jacks to Don't Be a Menace,/

yo, yall might wanna throw on a verbal flak jacket
my style is hectic, lyrically up step it, rythmically subjected.
see i say fuck 50, fuck ja, fuck all yall,
you all a bunch of slaves to pops call,
just wait five years, ad witness they all fall.
See i was placed on this planet, just to cause havoc,
your mind fumbles at my speech, painful, you cant stand it.
lyrically, spiritually, indivisibly handed, you my fuckin cattle that i just branded.
I ain't done, im just startin to have fun, dunn.
I' revolvin around earth and sun,
mesmerize, terrify, and tear your lungs with the bang of my gun.

trust me ya lyrics aint dope/ive heard better from people on coke/
ya whole styles a joke/you fucking off people dats got money an ya broke/5 years from now youd be da only one going down a slope/on da streets selling ya ass for 2 cents a stroke/fuck weed! off of dick youll be taking a toke/running round colorado naked wit a broom up ya ass an a chain of soap/all dat revolving around da sun gave u sun stroke/ya probably reading dis saying damn! i should have never spoke/

look at my cypher go yea meeeeeeeeeee

Doc callin me wack this this cat is tryin to rattle me/
This is a cypher man why you tryin to battle me?/
You wanna take a jab?, then swing at me face to face/
Ill leave you in knots with ya dick tied in ya shoe lace/
You comin at the wrong person with all this negative energy/
Take a step back before you get burnt just like an effigy/

the kid above me stinks like shit
you deserve to be flushed down
da damn toilet!... you suck bitch
get over it, you wasn't never loved
or adored kid... quit spitten...
cuz all you doing is bitching....


((i'm just warming up...))
so if you get offended, spit back harder...
so i can rip off your cover...

Truly,
A couple people here are fuckin up tha cyfa,
Talkin much of nothin buzzin like flies buggin my last nerve,
Fatal error take your bong and be on your way,
Cuz that shit was played way beyond my belief,
That's tha type of shit that should be on Ripley's,
I rip fa sheez,
Mahem fillin my deed,
If corny niggaz in my way i'll boil thwn till they cream,
I love RB,
I feel like royalty in this scene

the only bitch bitchslaper(bitchslapper?) be slappin is his mom
prolly the same whore that he took to his prom
he ain't no good at punchlines, he should sing happy songs
but thats ok, we all gotta start somewhere
but next time he starts shit he gonna be prepared
for this verbal ass kickin
that left him stricken, didn't know i was a lyrical bomb tickin...
i been waitin for bitch mc like you
and i been waitin for the chance to destroy one too
ill leave ya skin blue
lifeless, dead
puddle around ya head, hued crimson red
you shoulda fled after you read my shit
now you gotta face an angry white boy who rips
pussy mc's apart
from beginning to start
i reach into ya chest and rip out ya weak heart
bury you near ya local park
run when i bark....


bitch ass mother fucker, call me out if you wanna battle.... pussy....

Cause when i spit it sends a chill to the world/
They think its time to die like time to get rolled//
Crush ya like ya was a beatle/
murder you by throwin you off the top of fuckin steeple//
Pencil staber, Stencil Grabber take off like a pen and write/
kill you for calling me white and wonder why still talkin black at night//
my words are clean and neat i am ghost just like you only not in a white sheet/
the words make my beats and they still make perfect sense
like this so get up on you fuckin feet//