Freestyle Cypher

Then I let my day begin.
Fucking children of war, attempting to say they're kin.
I stay akin to the deception, and play within
my limits. I'm Goku, on Super Saiyan 10. AND FUCKING KAIOKEN.
Real talk, there's no going back.
I turn around, they stab me in my stomach and walk away... I learned it now.
They're only here to use you, when there's no use for you? They keep it moving.
These fake friends we keep company are only real illusions.
It's scary how quickly one can switch up, and say they didn't.
Fucking play the gimmick. I cannot say that they ain't committed.
Fuck, man. You might as well kill me then.
Cause I've given so much that I don't think I can give again.
Only thing I'm giving now? Is hell... and I have it in droves.
My personality's in the light, I had it exposed.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, believe these are casual robes.
And amidst all the bullshit, it's just how the pattern goes.
Doesn't matter, suppose to be thick skinned, but it just slips in.
And if they were close to you? What would you think then?
Me? I already thought, and I'M STILL thinking.
I'm overthinking it... I'm lost, across in a sinking ship.
See this fire inside of me? Well, they think it's lit.
Life's a bitch with a sex drive, let's see if the trinket fits.
My motto now? Is calming down - being at peace.
They spell it out and diss songs, but I don't "read" into beefs.
Point blank, your blank point becomes a small nub.
Y'all scrubs looking tipsy right now, that's not what I call buzz.
That's what I call buzzed, and I'm Lightyears ahead...
Infinity and beyond... the cameras on, but the man is gone.
Nothing but a hollow shell. Pride swallowed inside
of the 95$ wine bottle, dining a Palestine model.
Pfft... shit doesn't make any cents.
Poor finance advice. Can it, and just pan to the right.
Drinking Canada Lite. Canada light?
Nah. Fuck a Trump approach. One hand, I can crush the coast.

the president's a parasite and i pity it's host/
he's a fat tick, blood sucker and he spreads lyme disease/
im a rheumatologist got the right treatment, it's my expertise/
im the opposite of viral, flows antibiotic in liquid form/
medicinal to society, im good for ya like the marrow in the bone/
yea i brought it to the medical zone/
if you're sick, you already know who to phone/

Busting the front door , I don't care who's home.
Drink your fluids, bro. Got a win on em', 2 and 0.
The usual, I dance around em' like Christopher Walken
in a musical. I will never lose the show.
The Simpsons. Bare in mind I'm baring mine.
The ring is forever, that's marriage time.
My purgatory looks like a Terrorists shrine.
Compare us, find I'm much more stoic.
Closed from the rest of the world, n' still a poet.
Adapt to my surroundings, and somehow look heroic.
With a real sense of idealism, exposing those who don't know it, so
the cortisone doesn't work, need something stronger.
Ugh. Floating, I'm still deeper. Kill the reaper, you can feel the heat,
pulsating inside of my chest, feel the beat.
The Achilles heel replete with deception, I'll NEVER feel defeat.
I'd rather walk on the soul till the obstacles
That I topple, explode. It's possible, they're not in my populace, though.
You get shot - that's the officers goal.
Closed-circuit as far as offices go. Your life? It will cost you some more.
Been punching this wall for too long. Hands awfully sore.
Soon as I walk in the door you get knocked to the floor.
Blake Griffin, with the light-skin, I ain't tripping.
Got the plane ticket. This a cause that they can't picket.
I go hard for mine. In other words? I stand with it.
I bare my cross in the open. Damn. That's the Grand Wizard.
Yo. life in the balance, feeling right for the challenge.
Walking to the light, with a gallon of Sprite in my hands, right in this chalice.
You're either frightened or callous.
Either way, you're liking this prowess.
My hype for these cowards, strike like I had lightning as powers.
I can write it for hours.
That's my personal shit. Verses get ripped
with precision, like a surgical grip.
I hope you nerds are equipped... the blade of a doctor
going down in a vertical slit...
hourglass figure, so the curves are legit.
I'm one murderous prick. My endeavor echos out the chambers.
Y'all just strangers... too scared too polite.
I was a beast, long before I could read and right.
Even if you closed your eyes and squeezed em' tight,
best believe you'll still see the light.
Don't need a mic. My voice resonates with the millennial.
My fate at the gate is genetic, though.
I'm getting home.
I let em' know this type of skill has been built inside my genetic code
So when you tell me to stop? It's hard to let it go.
It's like telling traffic to stop.
It's like telling men to stop cheating, it's an exercise in futility.
But best believe I'm a killer bee.
Speed and agility, this fever is real in me.
I've been breeding some real MC's.

It's an astonishment
how my armor fits;
armed like a bomber gets -
bombs for fists,
bombard your click,
you's a goner quick!
I'm honoured, shit
I'm simply flabbergasted!
My flow too sickly - no antacid
can counteract it,
it's reactive,
get blasted when tryna match it;
can't out last it
it's tragic,
tryna compare, leave the scale slanted
when we contrasted.
I'm too passive
let them dudes' egos get too massive
can't let 'em get too adaptive
they acting street like a peasant is,
they wanna act combative?
Watch these blemishes
vanish when i spit in they face - Proactive!
My verbs stay clashing
with the masses bashing my rapping
I'm laughing
they gassing
but no pump when I'm passing!
It's so drastic
don't let it get too climactic
it'll get too frantic
leave 'em too panicked
shocked - too much static
my mood's too gigantic
too volcanic, it erupts too erratic
picture they mug shot wide open
- the panoramic too graphic -
like shoot 'em twice - two addicts
I'm too nice - too charismatic
they're see through - too plastic
I killed it again - need two caskets
or urns how the flow burn 'em to ashes!


Now, it's your turn to practice...

My words are actions...
Imagine that? Fuck being, tragic... that
symbolism of Uncle Sam, saying I have your back.
American flags waving, where patients
of Freedom and Liberty, bleed on the side of the road...
exposing our inner greed.
The 1% demographic of politicians and pharmaceutical
leaders, starving victims.
Feel the barrage of anguish, whether job or sickness.
One comes in droves, the other to support the habit.
To the core we ignore the havoc.
The war is graphic, but more systematic than anything.
Greed begets poverty. You'd be a fool
to think the world's built on honesty.
There's a common theme where societies roles
are carefully devised, so the souls of millions are far
from realizing their goals.
And our eyes are locked inside of the glows
on our screen. Flashing back at us is connectivity that further divides.
So, word to the wise.
We're trapped in a prison, with metaphorical bars and vertical slides.
A plate of debate and rape
They keep serving us lies.
Ugh. Sick to my stomach, a conscious in which realizes all of this
And STILL FALLS FOR IT, is preposterous.
Annual cycles that will cost us, these pretty boxes
They put these modern concepts in.
The novelty wears off then we're on the march, again.
It's a... no ending war for money, dollar bills
They build countries through slave labor and pay stock
through the modern day trader.
This algorithm? Like the lottery, to give you hope.
You'll develop tunnel vision when the other side slits your throat.
But, business as usual.
"I'm just doing my job" I guess you're dressed for the funeral.
Live from the box they're viewing you.
It's SATURDAY NIGHT.
No skin cells, they grab at the light.

My social skills need coping skills
sometimes I'm too indepth,
my mind's too intense,
need a sixth sense
to sense the sense I possess
Since birth, I guess
God's been my sensei
I'm blessed.

My intellect
reflects on retrospects
that dissect dialects
and ancient texts
of warriors conquests
to ingest and progress
through the carnage
'cause it's the hardest
to gain knowledge
that's not tarnished

I'm being honest,
not rude or delicate
but don't screw with me
My mood is celibate
The truth, I'm telling it
no room for elephants
I'm in my element
no hater's relevant
they desolate
in my development
they catch a deficit
it's definite

and any pessimist
with ill sentiments
who wanna question it
my etiquette is eminent
so I reckon it
that I'm wrecking it
no impediment
is evident
no detriment
is resonant
in my goal regiment
and that's a whole testament
to my soul's betterment
but still know
I can't control all benevolence
so I trust the Lord to settle it
There's no length or measurement
to estimate His excellence.

Fucking day wanderers , don't know what a battle is like.
Swimming in deep waters, make sure you're paddling right.
Young Padawan, I walk along the rapid waters... you're tagging on.
Tag, you're it. Dragging you over jagged tips, till you split
like being chased by a ravenous... lion, the gavel of science...
The gift of gab, Gabriel flying through the air
to appear in the patterned horizon.
Watch the particles of wisdom bestowed scattered beside him...
How can you teach him? He doesn't have any guidance.
These cattle? I'm prying the barn door open now, you can focus, now.
Blood of the sheep, watch it soak the ground.
With so much contempt for folks, so let's hope they drown.
Letter to the Third Eye, know that he's still watching.
Even theoretically, he'll never get a head of me.
The Nomad... telekinetic weave seems a bit eccentric....
A bit pretentious... the lift exploring the split dimensions.
Until you feel euphoric, from reading the written sentence...
And listen, because it's the energy needed for his repentance.
The diatribe... fire inside Pride Rock.
at live stock till' all of them fall, ironically I'm not...
nearly to be nefarious, see.
Staring between the plain as it changes ever so slightly to see you'll never be like me.
Forever, the psyche's developing on restraints... welcome to Westworld.

Fuck mediocrity i go above and beyond whats expected of me~if im getting a piece of the pie, we share the wealth. No use comparing belts i got champ gold and ur buckle aint even clamp bro,

i boss all of u slaves who accept minimum wage, these days it pays to act more than you pray, do more than you say to prove all that you aint another screwball in a tank with a banger movin some weight,

All violence is up, crazy fuckers up to no good and have no ethics no rules to be respected. Mostly drugs, smoked injected sniff popped or ingested can adorn credit why people dont know what respect is.

Being great, already marked off on my check list.
It's funny how only outside of the net I'm looking for acceptance...
But other than that? The brother can rap.
Didn't take long for them to discover this fact...
But you know there's some sour grapes still trying to cover the tracks...
And wine, but I'll save that for another story.
My life is full of coming glory. The ones they could never cover for me.
Celph Taut - the name aged horribly, but the writtens didn't....
Everything I drop? The kids will listen.
Even through the cynicism, I managed to open the doors
inside of my inner prison, and stop for a joke... minus the intermission.
Word, there will be more once the story develops.
Forums so overzealous. There's nothing more they can tell us.
It's nothing but war, but the fellas out for blood
over this battle shit has sworn out vendettas.
I'm still scoring out meta's...
Still trying to achieve what I believe I've been trying to be.
Nothing personal. They said do whatever works for you.
They'll have to respect it once the verse is through.
My mind is a ticking time bomb. All it takes is a subtle jab, n' I'm off.
That's not a line even J.Prince wants to travel across.
I'm done with respecting company not respecting my vision...
I'm guessing they're wishing to step in position
While I'm reflecting my wisdom, and analyzing different
perspectives to give him...
But it's not up to me once the message is written.
It never has been, and I've never been a has been...
Just in case you were asking... I'm talking even back then.
So, whatever words you have for me... make sure they're choice.
I'm coming for the throat... so you choke. I go for broke.
I got it down to a science... complete with lab overcoat.
Still fighting like I am starving. Like I am Marvin.
Still bright, for real. The type shining light in the darkness.
They wanna treat me like I am heartless, it's OK with me.
Once the smoke has died down, I bet they will see...
Their entire lives up to this point to dethrone mine has been made-belief.
Standing up for attention, I'll make em' take a seat.
The butcher doesn't wait for beef.
So roll up on a nigga, and make his day complete.
This is a love affair. Loves in the air.
Cupid's arrow's now a weapon if they aren't prepared.

Theres simple and plain truth, fact still remain proof, people with different opinion sharing the same view, led by a higher power to meet at the babel tower the city they came to experienced great ruin,

Stay moving, like a blurry picture.
Words are scripture. Ya heard the mixture.
And you're rocking away.
How's being provocative, and still being able
to say something in an astonishing way?
Not enough of it - that's the problem, today.
Pitch black in a room, nodding to Jay.
Trying to sleep. Sick, I can realize that I'm weak.
So much shit going on, it's hard to describe.
Symptoms to explain to the doctor much more harder to find.
I procrastinate and stay in denial.
I wonder what my chances of survival are with each passing day?
But I guess that's OK.
When you feel like your soul has been snatched away.
Humanity is plagued with disaster, wait...
I want to go back to a time when my biggest problem
was my anxiety. The thought of people constantly eying me.
The fat Celph. The one who had to deal with sibling rivalry.
The one who gave two shits about how music was.
The affluent buzz, doing what a truant does.
A stickler to the clubs, in a nuance of sorts.
Still, that was back in a time where I practiced, designed
the axis of mine, relapsing ... fat bastard, a prime...
example of rhyming, ample dexterity... wow.
You hearing me now? Verizon man. Word to Osiris clan
The pupil's here, like a iris scan.
Mark on the X. Feel the cartilage stretch from both sides
Like Tessai , lying in wait.
As the Koga Ninja team tries to escape.
Realize your mistake. The first is to engage..
The second is to intimidate. Shit will make Keyser Soze
look like Justin Timberlake, in comparison.
There's been a breach.. my speech is the Pharaoh's limb.
Messages decrypted back into Arabic.
Psychopathic embarrassment. The assessment states it's
for a lacking of parents, which resulted in him attacking his therapists.
Real shit, my rap's the peak
K2 would sit back in retreat at that, in defeat.
The classroom's like X-Men's First Class, kicking ass
and taking em' back to their seat.
Ugh. Wordplay for the bird brain.
Worst than Dizaster jacking an airplane, after hearing Eurgh's name.
Worst than Derek Vinyard dragging you to the side of the curb.
Worst than Nelly Furtado telling you she's fly as a bird.
You can tell I am a nerd.
Firing words till you feel the neurons inside, rewiring nerves.
This is exactly what the virus deserves.
Yeah, so stick that in your pipe in smoke it!
You acquire a higher focus... desire shows the messiah knows this...
The sire, quickly to hire Moses.
I kind of admire how he stuck within his required dosage.
to hit you quicker than flying locusts.
When shit's real, the kids will feel
the decomposing of their Achilles heel, right to the bone.
Straight shooter, and there's no rifle I own.
Straight Shooter, like McGavin giving Happy the business.
This is a hole in one not even a caddie can witness.
Can even tell you how badly I miss this!
I'm getting cavities which is bad for the dentist!
I'm a savage, relentless with a pen and a pad, and no anger management
hence this... ravenous penchant for stabbing you endless- ly.
See? Hole in one? Stabbing you?
That was a 360 line not even I knew about till right about now..
while ... I was ... writing this down.
Captured lightning in a bottle, but there's no lightning around.
Likened to Lycan, profound writing... North Viking, I sound like Vicodin, piled
upon Ambien Tweets from Roseanne...
typing racist rants, with a closed hand....
Dozed off, n' still saw the post ran.
Then recanted my statements... while her fans
were in shock, but she planned to embrace it...
But anyways, I'm always near drama.. y'all are ambulance chasers.
You can fight me... I'm likely... to get you riled up, like a post from Mike G.
So... whether it guns, or Drake as the topic
I'm taking your fucking face and running it straight in a comet.
Make no mistake, it'd be like facing Muhammad.
in the middle of the Muslim faith, while he's being praised in Islamic.
I know me being this great eats away at your conscience.
Since I literally pull this out in a state of subconscious, while you wait for the context
in which to display all your concepts.
Huh. Not only is it archaic, it's quite slow.
The way I write though? Is like, whoa. You're pretty nice, bro.


CypherAlumni!

Yeah, CypherALUM' !
Who thinks they're trifling, son?
I'm like Michael begun moon walking back on blocks that'd light up for fun.
Y'all were idling from the minute the rhyming was done.
The seismic Bear Grylls with the survivalist run...
I have become a symbol of getting Wild with the puns...!!
Closed circuit or close casket? You can get both.
Been in the game since Tupac was repping the West coast
and I guess those... references are not to be got...
Any resolve... is a little late. I'm livid, mate...
Like Gable Tostee getting rid of his TINDER DATE!
Now, that's more stories than Stine has released...
Wow, Celph - at least have consideration... or find some, at least.
You don't need a GPS to know I'm in the streets...
And if I'm by the police? I'm firing, keys
more suicidal than a White Nationalist, hiding in sheets...
At a Black Lives Matter retreat, trying to speak.
I'll be brief... but not as brief as Vegeta's wife.
The tension won't even need a knife... the lackey living the leaders life.
It's incredible(Incredible's) you're not having seizures...
soon as you see the light.. Evil, telling you just don't believe the hype!
You might thank me, quite frankly.
Give your wife quite the ripe spanking.
Till I'm at your core, like an upright planking.
Still looking for the secret recipe, like Plankton.
I sell Propane and Propane accessories, like Hank did.
Nah. That was for the sake of the rhyme.
You see two then you see zero - don't mistake it this time!
In my face there's a sign
of inner hatred, based on racial design.
Because it's 2018 - and still people can't put those traits to the side!
So imagine my contempt for them.
How they resent me, son. My pencil's still the suspenseful one.
This pencil represents the residential slum...
I grew up in. You don't have to ask me where I get this from.
I've been loose change ever since Dead Presidents
got reverence for the wallowing souls, living in the tenements
Trying to follow their goals. But the bottle
of regret is enough to swallow us, whole.
They modeled this role off a catch 22, so are role models aren't whole.
We look at these false dreams, calling em' home.
We're all on our own... now, this whole town's a wobbling throne.
But Aristotle has grown a voice inside my stoic presence...
Sew a sentence to overthrow all the oldest senates.
Politicians balled into one... it's comical, come...
to the conclusion, The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
is the newest illusion.
A rubric developed by the rudiment, using...
simple algorithms to moves in the students musical musings...
Cypher Alumni was actually thought to be one guy.
Until the roster was formed... now it's all they talk about when they pop into forums...
Felt provocative, considering they were dropping in boredom...
Popular more than Black Sabbath, found the sheep was more an offering for them.
But nah, it's simply like-minded individuals.
Looking for the residuals of anyone they can give it to.
Vicarious rappers, we're the surrogate you've been living through.
Is it true? Celph's is a legend? Well, this is living proof.
Oxymoron, cause Eminem was grieving when his brother died...
Got shot in a bar over an argument and I wondered why..
or how someone can take a life so frivolously??
And how I would of reacted if they did it to me??
If I was in Eminem's shoes, and Trick Trick was a call away.
Bodies would of piled up after the funeral, on that day.
But I'm not in his shoes, so that talk is more or less
just provocative fuse, he probably could use... cause y'all are amused.
Death... two steps in the wrong direction is your downfall.
Words echo through the chamber and bounce of the sound guard.
Uncomfortable... bumping out something old...
Put it out in the open till it's functional.

Damn, Celph - Stop dropping em' bible keys!
Still, it's 705 degrees. And I will seize
the very life from you. Imagine that? Taking your life.
Eating on point, there's much more at 'steak' than this knife.
Wait. Let me recant that statement, just in case you were right.
Got you saying goodnight... BOOM!
Knock you out... so just stay in the light.
Damian might have use for you... Devil's Pie.
Feeling low, so I think I'll be much better high.
Opposite of Seth Brundle. You were never fly.
Living long after my death, that's word to Vanilla Sky.
A dream deferred is a dream lost.
You better rectify it. It's especially depth-defying
To get this high, and let the lion circle his prey.
Y'all is Urkel, OK. Just nerds on the way.
If you have words? Than I urge you to say...
Cause if you were so sure of yourself, you'd learn from today
I'm no one to fuck around with...
Reputation built off the Mecca in public housing.
Knowing of violence, I got a soul much darker
than Somalian pirates for holding your soldiers and exposing their privates, more than at ISIS.
the formulas priceless. Born with a vice grip
on your throat, pressing down. My time? You bet it's now.
I'd like to solve the puzzle. Pfft. You better get a vowel!
Soaking up in success, I already left the towel.
And that's just me keying off of the top... taking my own head.
Code red... motherfucker rapped and took up the whole thread!
Well, not quite. If this was rush hour traffic
Bitch, I'm a stop light... (C'mon, buddy. That's not right!)
Negan Celph... Evil, don't even need his health.
Weeds dug in the root, recruit wasn't seeded well.
I ... got raps, run top laps over hurdles and all.
Words will dissolve in infamy from my vertical fall.

but sky's the limit, so falling upward's call surfacing, dawg.
my terse prints have gotten a few kids cursing my bars
but fuck'em. I"m here to work. my word is my bond
slave for the art. with every nerve in my palm...
i feel the blood rush. mud slush, kid i'm birthing the stars
forming divinity from clay, i'm the precursor to god
lurking in darkness. i'll talk shit while murdering yall
fuck a clever line. im lining heads with cleavers and saws
texas chain shit. i'll bring pain like Method and Doc
been a while since i hit the cypher with yall
the night is still hot. this broken fan aint working at all!

Verses are drawn on the wall, but they're not seeing it...
I mean, even an even fit is odd to me. The Odyssey...
2001... you cowards have come a long way from Albuquerque
And now it hurts me to say the personal play is verses, today...
They're cursing my name, but luckily I invented that...
Whenever I'm holding this pen intact I flash like the Men In Black...
So closed case. Cold case , no CSI.
I'm so laced. You see the PIE. It's easy, why I'm rolling up... like the TV guy.
Or Cable guy. excuse me. Pen is open, focus is loose leaf.
I don't care who's deep... this is what happens
when truth speaks... you open your ears...
They don't know homie, but the focus is fierce.
The Vampire Diaries; faces broken in mirrors....
Opening ears, but you're only hoping you'll hear us...
Misery loves company, but not enough to go for its terrors.
I'm nightmarish with the right lyrics... tell me more.
The product of man. What are you selling for?
I live in the shadows... slip deeply into the mist with a fickle abyss...
What you're witnessing is the power of Thor, devouring your...
very soul. Feeling merry they don't hear me, though.
They're slow. I carry coal in your stockings to expose your subconscious
Since you know this is nonsense and wish to control it...
In context? I'm a poet... as complex, as Laurette...
Forget what you know. It's treacherous they're watering
the roots with poison, but then expect us to grow.
Been exceptional, though. There's less of us, so
the message is sewn deep in the fabric. They speak through it...
Religiously while tweaking the habit..
Caveat served cold. These words? Bold. Still in a mission.
You feel the collision like the ill-est incision.
What I am instilling, is wisdom.
The prophecy is only fulfilling the system.
Doctoring our perception to feel free, but we're concealed in a prison.
Wow. Outside, looking in.
Yeah, look at him. The gnarly smile, and the crooked grin.
Lopsided. Truth or Dare faces.
Dark paths intercepting creaking staircases.
Slow and precise only wins Hares races...
Your hair raises ever so slightly. They never can get their energy like me.
I'll be penning this for the intelligent psyche.
The pendulum swings... for the poor life, living better than kings.
My momentum is on an uproar.
Contrary to your belief. I'm not ignoring the forum speak, this board's...
been ignoring me.
Feeling euphoric, see Eric Foreman's reach...
on today. Jesus, we just can't believe what they say.
Liars I break on the geysers
watch horizons deflate...
The fly-est, I take rhymers who rate
my skills to a higher estate... wait.
Backtrack. I wish to be abstract, and that's that.
Highly toxic - minus the Hazmat.
"In a world, where..." we mindlessly follow the NASDAQ.
Rate the exchange. Strangers complain
about the world without making a change.