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Keystyle (freestyle) cypher
Drop your freestyles in here, dust off the keyboard and do your thing.
usual rules apply. |
damn, am I poisened by life or did I poisen life?
My home boys in strife for murdering with a toy knife rubber blade, mother says let the trouble graze past your head and behind you, never returning but I dig a whole so deep, hells close, forever im burning cleverly turning back and walking towards the future severly burning crack and stalking a lords disputes but Ill carry you on my back, to leave one set a foot prints throw you in a hole, I guess death is your prince blah |
we don't care so we lie steal and cheat
deceptful vegetarian on the low eating meat then denounce the butcher that gave that bitch her fair share i should've seen monster in the bitch before i let her in my lair just to bite the hand that feeds her, i feel like i need her i pretend it's my fault, but inside i wanna beat her with that rolled up newspaper and let her feel an inkling of the pain that can make a grown ass man feel like a weakling and a MARINE feel helpless... i thought forever meant forever but maybe i was being selfish... |
alertness blurting diversity with every syllable
pointedly pouring out prayers for the pitiful downtrodden, food rotten, cardboard living conditions cloudy turned rained on, hear this song and now know everything about me not likely try me, and ask me my favorite color purple, ask me how i can call my very own brother my nigga like i own him, well i do, i AM my brother's keeper i stared death in the face and watched them grim reaper blink, now what's next? all i have has been taken but i'm still me, and your boy is never breakin... |
basically she say to me, playfully, Satanly
that she get on her knees for some guy when she used to just pray for me but hey, it's still a good day, it's cool like a winter breeze my head runnin a thousand miles an hour, my heart negative ten degrees but i feel that shit thawin, and not from me gettin hot i'm over it like a bridge, or like the kids had started kickin pot to the curb this is the sweetest herb, this home grown recipe that murdered lovers for years and now it's infected me but the same can be put in capsule form, a hard pill to swallow but gettin rid of the bullshit means a better smellin tomorrow... |
im sippin n spittin n dis aint no writtin
im grippin on my soul...tryna stay livin n dis is my bizness, only chill wit da fittest i stay in bed all day cuz kemist da sickest n i dnt play games.......i only play riddles if u get my sayings then ur more than little spill more than skittles...cummin from da rainbow put me in da forest...u can see me play rambo there's no whip............but i wish i had a lambo i kill eavesdroppers.......................like dumbo |
my stack's be taller than dikembi mutumbo//
i like a bitch fat breasts and a rumproast// no i dont eat out, but i do fuck tho// and i get mouth like the piece// Get it? then i get out n hit the streets, so i can hu-stle// i need cheese like a mouse cat, quick like a mousetrap// if i didnt get it i'd b broke n shit// i got skills, muthafucker im supposed ta spit// ugly hoes so im so damn Ar-ro-gant// i tell em hold this n make em spit too, on my dick// then see how deep in her throat it gets// then stick it to her ovarehs// ovaries lol ^a lil bullshit keystyle lol |
alright...let me play dis like pianos man
let me gain sight to be da camera man see, i can make her pull down her pants n ima just dance like, im dat man yup, im dat man, u dnt gotta think twice just pass me da L n i'll beat da pussy right n i can do it too night n i love dem too tight n other niggas scared when they no it dnt bite im on myspace n its takin all my time let me end dis bitch n i'll cum back next time |
is this shit dyin? w/e, i got it...
it's an illusion, this all-inclusive dream of Americans selfish in nature, but we all are sharin them dreamin the same dream like me and the doctor King's in our own right, right the equivalent of proper but when our rights are stripped from us, what do we have left in this backwards world where good people are in debt to the taxers and whores, they even shared the table with our savior learning lessons but they fake it... give em a second alone with that very same table and they'll take it |
can't con the con-man or bullshit the bullshitter
force-feedin bullshit to our youth, no wonder they're bitter if you are what you eat, then what?, they ain't shit?, and it hurts worse than the insults after the hits and blows, i go toe-to-toe so my daughter won't have to and live by the gospels of Luke, John and Matthew that one day we might see a revelation, this dream we've been chasin becoming reality, a cure for this poor-scorned nation and actually believe the beliefs that they tell us we're all brothers in Christ, Semper Fidelis... |
do i thug? no question/clutch the wesson,u catchin tefs to the mid-section/whoever test my madness and method,u restin/injestin this verbal lethal injection to the intestines/spit on the blade,pull pins from grenades,u get stabbed in the gut and blown the fuck up,but hey/that's what an idiot get,go suck ya mommy tit,wallow in self-pity an shit/i'm from the city of bricks,bars,we spit bars,live behind em and get yard/
couple bars bored |
hard to fathom, a magnum up to your head to forget her
barrel cold against your temple as you're tuggin on the lever that might finally bring you piece of mind, *chuckle* or a few and i want to do it so bad, if you only knew how serious i was maybe you woldn't write me off faggot but it's kool, i know hard it is to kick a habit i've got a few myself, most of them considered bad like this . 45 i'm starin down, wanna pull the trigger bad but i'm afraid, not of death, but reincarnation all this bullshit over again, my heart still breakin and my life still shitty and my head still cluttered my near death experiences and the death of my mother i wish some of those "near" ones would've been a little closer anything, just anything, to make this life over... |
ya may say names blaze,im normal i remain sane
your not criminal just live in strangeways its not the same game i guess its too bad this MCs underground like tupac, just a new cat in the game that is spittin, your a new cat a pussy and a kittin plus you choose rats, screw that i stick to ma click quick, like a chick on a big dick the thing is, im not blowin up, guess its cause im english distinguish the fact that i bring this rockin and droppin im stoppin the men bad chest? il leave u in a coffin then thats not a threat its the murder prism im spurred to listen to words of the wisdom i learnt on missions, that verses figure the way that your life goes, and it might go onto a thin line like a tighrope and ya might joke about lifes hope verses big? my words are bigger yourshit bars make me regret the day i learnd to listen il murder for wealth, say murders triggerd i learnt that health is true to girls aswel so il havem all and fuck mother earth herself |
sinfull
as im crawlin on my knees threw these dirty city streets,
im makin my way threw drugs and sexual disease, rape and sodomy, a fallen economy, people killin other people just so they can be OG, you might say "THATS NOT ME", but open your eyes and see, that anyone who steals, lies, cheats or feels greed, is living sinfully, is living equally, amongst all the demons of this earth who roam free, doin as they please, doin what they want to, lifes not just an open door you can walk threw, you need to talk to, jesus christ my main dude king of the jews, king of all kings, cuz he rules over the earth and all things!!! :yeahthat: |
fuck it - I'm back, nut sac hanging out of my pants crevice...
a mass menace, using his tracks to harass tenants Plus the jury wasn't satisfied with the last sentence the Judge handed down to me so they're back to exact vengenace see my moniker is way beyond any monitor screen that I'm using... so I key keys because it seems to amusing to me when I'm fusing such a twisted description of logic any contradiction upon it is no competition to be honest so hows this site been since the dispurse of my last absense? besides the rap wackness the cats of replied back with? alot of syllables polished within non politcal knowledge behind president matters just false evidence evident after these cats wanna try and talk about more than irrelevant factors |
i own this cypher...
i think to myself lookin at the college kids drunk as shit, who's to say what knowledge is i never met webster, but i read his book once he seemed smart, but would he make me look dunce in the same room if we were having a debate on what hip-hop really is or presidential candidates absentee ballots too confusing, so i expressed my views on the issues to a few friends and let them choose and sure enough i got through, cuz through all the plumbing problems and the drama i get to watch the inauguration of president Obama... |
tell me what ya name is girl i saw you from a far
il let you in my game if youd just step inta my car two drinks two winks and the estate im stayin too drunk to think but she knoes what im sayin so hit the ellie, skip the telle slam the bottle , jam the throttle your man dont hafta know, u just gotta keep it bottled so bounce girl like the lights werent on just bounce girl like you made this song just bounce girl and wel get along blonde hair blue eyes as i fantasize her thighs in my eyes look like pizza pies 28 inch waist yakno da girls a perfect size feels like the lambo the way this girl rides i could go all night meng this bitch is alright i could go all night with shit this tight but if a bitch see gold you know shes goin.fo.it cuz if a bitch see gold she thinks its moim.po.tant |
i aint even got tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime to give a fuck
im out here just tryyyyyyyyyyyin to get a buck thats why im hiiiiiiiiigh when i hit a blunt and get hiiiiiiiigh when im in a rut she aint gotta be fiiiiiiine to getta cut just need a little thiiiiiiiiigh and a little butt ..hook... i need a wish like im writin to santa people thinkin they hood cuz they rockin bandanas |
i got shottie's to protect me g'z plz
still'll leave ya body lumpy like cottage cheese and fuck a fed we are some mobsters my dude'll put the noodle to ya head like pasta leave it red like lobstah.. no dreds but like a rostah we cops alots of herb record the illest shit you ever heard clever words is all i'm speakin' while im skeet skeetin' on your freak all weekend in the back of a black jeep n i still keep the heat crack stashed in the steet passed the police they didnt even glace at me |
sick and tired of the people that keep swingin and missin
man how in the fuck could these people not listen my mission, to show em. i melt faster than a popsicle im thinkin, i tol' em imma treatem like an obstacle I climb up and ova, bigga mountains then hova my times up its ova, iv paved trails like the rova the money, couldnt count it the honey, yea she mount it i gotz the cool whip n you know shes gotta share the fruit kid ferrari coupe dip n so i leave the talkin to the suit shiiiit. word |
shit nigga when i swing im not missin
its my mission to make your limp ass body to go missin throw you in a river spit on ya now im shittn on ya cuz you aint shit hittin me is like hittin a brick while your trick is lickin my dick im spittin this shit , im spittin it ill i need a hospital I cant be cured i spit toxic waste so talk slick and get sliced like a chocolate cake or you can say shit and get hurt or you can talk shit and get murked cuz im flashy and i do my work i leave my chain tucked you can see my ice threw the shirt top the head no thinkin, you cant see me like houdini but not cuz im skinny his rhymes couldnt earn a penny, ill murk his ass like a paralizer and spread his ass on the grass like fertilizer he think he it , that nigga aint shit he wont even battle me and called me a newbie? i knew he wouldnt get no where shit i cant blame him the shit i spit is hard to bare. im out nigga :laugh: |
hahaha way to bite the guy before you
yayaya jus cuz he light the sky before you my words shimmer yourrs a lil dimmer dead bulbs round here get replaced befo dinner think quicker, think sicker right now ya just wicker i cover like a sticker, my 3rd post for the kicker hittin aces shootin spades nothin special these days winnin races shootin fades n nothin changin these ways dont get me wrong cuz, i aint beefin, i have a reason my post was the one before you and i can see you were readin and typin while tryin hard not to lie n theres no bother denyin i can hear you sighin "*UGH*I gotta stop lyin" stop cryin I trust that one day youll see rap aint about violence or an STD or how youll chop a head off on liveT.V cuz its E.Z to be, a killer or a thief but to make people see a vision or beleif naw thats hip hop boiiis i tryed to make it breif |
I own this bitch, don't get it mistaking..
who's got the gwap? whos been studyin literature? I crush any contestant through the italic font of my signature a relentless ruler; pens gripped to take notice shift shape with the abyss of your existence and make homage To the gods who mistake Kronus as the God of the shit... Relinquish the thought of it.. Protestant, what you see is a monument... any giving logic can't explain my accomplishment on the mortal world to comprehend what I say to acknowledge it They just nod their heads before they can stand in astonishment.. Of what they just witnessed seconds before it has a grip on the audience I promise this... though, my shit's so outrageous I rip hoes, and flip the sick spit's like flows from a menstrual condone the credentials of mine and find the zone of my pencils alone ins-ync with the microphone that's againt you....I'M RUTH ... less with the music I begin to abuse the rhythm and use, it to mimic the minute it changes to abbreviate the stance of it's primitive stages and calculate the result of my growth using immigrant wages.... so once again I must ask... who owns this b!tch? Cannabarz; the omen no co-ownerships... ask anyone I've muscled in, whether ethics or hustling I've crushed many competitors in every subject - a trusted win bust a grin, grab ya slut - put my nut on her crusted chin then dunked my balls in her hole like a alley-oop on a rusted rim and that's how a goes - a nasty asshole with a talent of re-configuring the strucutre of his self worth within balance and if anyone thinks they're a challenge then step up... but guess what? Cannabarz is more than the best of this text stuff... |
hey bitch
spitztrue its called follow the leader dont be jealous because my shit is realer keep a good concious before i knock off ya meeter i spit fire have sun burn lines from the beater and ya girl ima beat her and ima "BITER"----------really? ima show you some sence you cant see like stevie did put my tec in ya rib cage have ya tastin led but ill do it nicely kill you with kindness and if you could find me? id say go ahead youd have holes in ya head the size of a bobby pins and boy im sicker then aids is have you hatin life suicide with no note in ya crib im saying im in like i said to ya bitch kid she scream my name "CEEEE JAYYY" like ya momma did every girl you fuck you prolly kinned brokeback fucker you aint nothin but a sucker with a keyboard and time kid while im out in the streets puttin in time kid this shits raw'llr then a girl waitin for bondage and im married to this game it calls me like vonage you think you it but nah im done and that was off the top of the head just thought id say something back since you called me a biter |
o kay c jay jus take er e zay
sounds like your gettin ang gray :pissed: or your startin to beleive meh ? off the gates your pretty cra zay. 2 bars you get lazy... ya fucked my mom in ya dreams :Offtopic: PLEEEASEEE just like before, and the time before that :gfy: u say the whore lacks but u still takin her back :nono: dude your stupid, you have no say in i dont make sense and you know what im sayin, know what im sayin? so hopeless you prayin so starved u fadin so confused you think your gay n everyone knows you aint changin spitztrew spits true, im through with your poo who the fuck is you walkin through like you do you dont own your left shoe you walkin on a lease, tryin to make peace n i got you on a leash , at me for one reason "i just want to eat" :help: haha how can u say that u didnt bite my shiz sorry to break it to ya homie, but u might as well of used thiz :yeahthat: jus playin tho dude honestly, good fun cheers holla back atta |
bitch got scared.
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a freestyle version, o f what happens in turn when
I can't pick the pen up like I'm writing in cursive the king of the Persians, a sultan to the merchants travailing for months its time for the birthing without a purchase, I expand my first plan opening my palms to create man from sand I'm not the creator but the modified updater sending you a virus to your children via cater a platter from the plater, design for the shaper You'll never see presidency like Ralph Nader |
5 posts on 1 thread
NOW 5 hosts want me dead YOU must o'heard what i said NO reasons to pretend dont fall off the deepend THAT takes away the meanin cuz i come here for feedin I respect cuz u were beefin so take a seat n except the beatin EATEN like a tic tac as i sit back undo the belt, start workin on the six pack ANYBODYYYYYYY on this thread wanna disagree better bring bazookas when u dissin me. ..just make sure i aint... ALIVE .CAPS ARE THE REAL MESSAGE HAHA |
I earn the degree on a murdering spree
ya teenagers driving with ya permits to me so turn up the beat give me a furnace to speak fervently meek like the one who's turning the cheek I stir up the weak, tie 'em down wit a lasso u gassed though, wit a beanstalk to climb up the castle the dreams have past those with lack of aspiration I come hard every time wit another innovation no patience as I grow older in elevation synchronizing the syncopated pacing my brain lacing the very drug that I'm taking which means I influence the flow of wat I'm intaking the blood of a nation falls the love of the patrons failed to control the shell of delinquents too superior ain't no one adjacent masquerading like jason, still crystal laking be evasive, or leave your body for wasting street magician the way I raise to the occasion |
just cuz you own a dictionary dont mean ya shits gettin read
you pray to webster before bed ``make another one or im dead`` you spit non fiction really i dont even know what you said true spits not diction but how the artists interprets his head so i aint tryin to diss ya holmes, i call it spittin how i feel shine brighter, true fighter and well see who gets appeal come through your front door swinging cali forty fours how come noone ignore me now that im aimin at your fore head to the door, put you on the floor what you take me for.. fuck that trick anyway man i dont even need that whore shes an old dog anyway prob cant learn new tricks sure as hell bet that bitch knows to fetch a stick or two, do you, even know who shes fuckin other than you nope. dope . better hope he dont grope better hope she used scope cuz she aint usin soap now that her careers on a slope shed even suck off the pope and your still withher EVERYBODY! i think we got a winner or a sinner, your lookin thinner like you been eatin coke for dinner throw you in a tail spinner ya pinner take you out and no one miss you like winter your a splinter to my tree trunk its just your words man they seem bunk scatter people like a scared skunk i saw it comin like a prepared monk it just stunk, your shits weak your futures bleak and as long as im here unless your spoken to..DONT SPEAK. word to ya girlé. |
the one who finds praise in ignorance
is obviously illegitimate and probably illiterate you say that I speak from a figment the instant you open ya mouth I'll throw in a biscuit head covered in stitches, recipe is to vicious delicious, take a piece and never be satisfied asking why did I have to die, ya purgatory doubled and magnified so get back in line, or fall like september, u better surrender you wont miss me, but this is a winter to remember came and closed down ya town, blocked all ya doors this is one forced storm impossible to ignore |
Cannabarz' yes, last minute... build a grave throw ya ass in it' ... glass tinted window towards a fucking van for this rap gimmick.. don't fucking mimic me believe you me cuz it's not pretty.. my thoughts are nothing but bad, boy ... NOW, look where it got diddy... from rock city, the paper boys on the block with me... coming straight off of the top like the barber blade when it shot britney pics's destroying the car enjoying my deploying of bars firmly... shooting in every which direction I see... It's just an effortless key... somthing you get from a texting MC.. whos messages leave his thoughts and are independantly expressed to the T... it fucks your pussy leaves the lips of it stretched to the knees... now you can have sex when you please.. and it's easier to check a disease - LOL No fuck it, your hoe is a known go-mez... dome like the old cone heads honin' to George Lopez... Yes, I'm back...highly designed accur-acy impacting a free... it's like a miracle, you have to believe... That .. this is not a test, and if it was - THEN you failed it... Didn't get the mesage? well check again cuz I mailed it.... "post" haste ... You girl has alot a room for her throat space... You gotta give her effort - You begged her to purchase her own place... Well now she has it, and guess how shes paying rent on time - I bent her spine... and gave the backbone and extra scent of mine..cock semen... she gargled so much that for a couple seconds she stopped breathing which was basically the ONLY period when I was fucking her - she was NOT screaming! She's such a dirty whore AND her mothers like 34 times more slutty than she is so just imagine those herby drawers when you pull it out and you get a wif of that handy reach Your mother got more crabs on her fucking puss than a sandy beach! |
ill on the keypad, how bad? its so sad.. I'll break ya spine if ya try to defend this,
relentless, so much.. i'll get off on O.R. like i commited minor offenses. bitch, your no challenge a lame at best, I'm a shark and its time for fishin' rip your hands off your arm, and use them both to applaud my writtens, |
dog, just listen... as far as writtens really son you don't type great... what are you, like eight? - 2 yrs and can't elevate over light weight? Homey you couldn't blow up if you locked yourself in the tight crate islamic bombers use as the storage box for their nitrate! so I'm guessing you might hate, the fact that you're wacker the sin or you're rapping begin in the box you're parents compacted you in! You ugly fucker the stork saw your retarded face and went damn blind.. circled IRAQ and tried to drop your stupid ass in a land mine You're about as smooth as a special ed kid doing gang signs Or about as smart as Wesley snipes getting tan lines and if you're not catching the sarcasm - then get in grips with a bat first cuz it's about to get "real ugly" like your existence on rapverse you jacked Durst, like "yeah this soul patch and red fitted cap works!" plus you can't rap, or act like your use to mack so it's THAT worse! You're a geek, and you know it's true - fucking kids use to go into.. an open room and beat your ass with the biggest books that they stole from you and you were like "oh, it's cool - they were just playing a game with me" " that's just their way to see, I'm not at all WHAT I CLAIM TO BE" - lmao yeah, like we didn't guess from the glasses and checkered pants.. at second glance that you didn't look like a "date rape skit" from a sex advance! plus you left the dance, when your stupid ass didn't get the chance to check ya stance, so you fled from the room you were in and then wet your pants I'm not the one you can poly with' Cannabarz is a living legend... in written sentence... giving you fricking peasents some dissing lessons like christmas presents - and you have the gulls' to come at me? Your wack b... I'm the taxi, your all the way in the BACK SEAT...... I trash beats, you pick up trash for the cash and then get gully... I'm a net bully and it's expressed in my text fully... forget skully, I'm agent molder when lacing soldiers erasing folders, I can't even name all the cats that I've placed in comas it's too many, they got me smashed on the blue henny Killing everyday man I'll make you into the new kenny we can put money on this battle and see if I lose any but you will lose weight and you won't even have to go through Jenny! but listen Barz truthful - give you a large spoonful of logic and see if my written profits beyond useful see I'm kicking facts, and what I'm spitting in written raps has got me the honor of speaking behind more bars then the prison rats no this and that, I'ma hungry nigga my shits intact this is track, get the run around if you give it slack advice dog, don't go toe to toe with a nice god despite mobs, I kick in more doors than the vice squad I'm quite odd, I know this focus and willingly ain't nobody killing me in this text analytically... I'm physically in peak shape, might've born a week late but if you speak hate I push ya wig back like release dates Check it - I'm the norman bates of performance tapes AND the verses are worth much more than the chorus makes so when I strike; I bounce off the walls till the corners break cuz the site a failures a mistake I won't afford to make |
Thanks for half ur prewrittens yet I see few rymes and a weak mind
in a keystyle you better Flee Child you aint shit against A Gee iight Talkin bout Weights n shit when vsing me ,,, you Aint even knee height Think you on a spree right,,Crossfire punchn you?,,youl be out of seeing sight Your like a UFO im Objective to Torture ya like i was a rym sorcerer you a object kid and like Subway im serving you in extra size portions,, cut its Rymin Luck hes got that many bars but Checkout his verse how he wingez,, ur Bout as true as chuck norris learning to read barcodes n decypher the digits I aint steal no more but ill tax ya Girl coz i love to rap about hittin it missionary wake up ya fallin asleep Escaped Mc fuk that shud call urself Chicken fairy meh tired DEAD@ME AND YOU :P |
Just Now
I'm a little bit different than your average man
The type to sit down where everybody stands endless rants about pointless shit to tell the truth this is practice, tryna up my spit into venemous liquid dissolving acids biochemical fuel cause the majority passed it up.this is too much to work for my thought provocation is an ignorance cure your thinking far to much of yourself and it works reversed cause i realize tells in the tone of my voice when i get too cocky charging in the ring with my hands down like Rocky and my heads stuck up like a standing target till my jaw is magnesium, carve it then spark it I'm a burst of flames in the literal sense pile of ashes contrary to your false pre-tense because i'm man enough to set my feet and stand straight and still man enough to see when my rhymes fake |
I spit to box Gods and Titans with lightning bolts and tridents
Popping gum, and guns with Tyrants on ghostly ships with pirates My third eye has an exponent of 9-9-9 times greatest of all time My writer's mind is Dimension 5 dynamically evolved by rhymes I'm freestyling 1000 islands filled with madmen content with violence I rather rhyme octogons instead circles around these jokers smiling |
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if i murdered you easter, you couldn't come back if your name was chris with a T
born the day after christmas eve to put it simply i own cats like the old bitch down the street and it's suicide for the curious cats thats down to see i stay high off that purple stuff i'm so high i could, piss on a cloud and make a bird look up and if your bird look up, likely squirt her eye so i make her happy, but she'd still remember me the next time she cry |
its murder he wrote without the ransom note
take my chance for the float to rock the boat then back-hand the man with a sox to hes throut I got this on lock... without the bolt MurDah, who's gonna stay 'on-top of U' like the helmet of the colts with a flow that'll leave the whole desert all soaked with skills that rulers couldnt messure what i wrote im on the top buckle while ya headed for the rope leave u dead with a scoop, on the bottom of the hill where i sled on the slops im fed and can not cope, with the rumours he spread like he dope so the blade going to cut'em like im muessureing some coke dissing you lames puting pleasure to the joke not messing with u hoes who got me stressing if i should poke all i want is for the bitch to leave me blessed like the pope while u weak lames praying for the day ur skills elope...... MurDah |
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