Freestyle Cypher

^ Lol, I don't know how you perceived me to want to battle or dissing you.


But...



If it has to go there, there's very few that can handle the script...
I basically wrote the manual, it's understandable...
they wanna 'channel' the grit... but don't come 'remote'-ly close.
Sleep on me, n' end up comatose.
If you're feeling 'High' and mighty, the lines will likely cause you overdose.
I am the one that they know the most...
it's common knowledge; it's Shepard slaughter.
I guess they're bothered I'm getting my beef served to me live, like Jesse Watters.
Ugh. Vegan trigger.
For the small mind, but my team is bigger.
My 'body' of work is seen to leave screens dis'figured'.
Trust me. They don't wanna problem now.
Covered a lot of ground... I'm the "Future King", that's word to Apollo Brown!
That's my motto, sound like Kevin Bacon
as he waltz around, completely naked in plain sight
because my thoughts have been "Hollow" bound...
Class is in session, the have to test me.
My shooting game is surpassing Gretzky...
They can't draw a line, when they're acting 'sketchy'.
But that is the joke... the pathogen floats
through these bars with a passage of hope, that's ...
captured in the bottle, before it crashes the boat... - like...
the fisherman's hook that's slashing your throat...
blood & guts splashes the coat n' leaves you leaking
faster than the Galaxy Note... !!!
- line. Oh, I'm... just getting started...
rich with quotes, running on broke time...
Black out n' see red, like the diet coke sign!!!
Pfft... too much quotes in this bitch..
while they mumble, enraged... but I'm humbled, it's strange.. .
so much quotes, the cypher LOOKING LIKE A TUMBLR PAGE!!!!
Nigga, I'm 31 years old... n' still COMING OF AGE!!
Still got son in a daze... (sun in a days)
We call that Miami heat... damn, they weak.
Day 1, I already had the plan complete.
I'm "nice" with it, we call that "Flanders" speak.
Man, he leaps off the half court line n' busts it out of the
coverage, like Angelique.
Cypher Alumni - the squad is here...
Y'all were clear of the giving amount... we want dividends now....
Scribbling, while going off more than Elon Musk's twitter acct.
In other words, you better off giving us clout.
What they figuring, here? What I scribble would
make Mike Pence quiver in fear.
Tekashi's arrogance... Heihachi's inheritance...
So softly, I bury kids.
That dig up dirt, so it's kind of ironic.
Elijah Muhammad rise to the cause, disguised as a God
but realized as a prophet!!!!!

Cool. Well, its cuz my signature said "lethal with the pen and yet to grab a mic/if i did yall reached the source of the light". Then you highlighted something about seeing light in your rhymes. Cheers though!

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Originally Posted by Ragian

Cool. Well, its cuz my signature said "lethal with the pen and yet to grab a mic/if i did yall reached the source of the light". Then you highlighted something about seeing light in your rhymes. Cheers though!

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LOL. Nah, man. Completely misinterpreted because I didn't draw from your signature, just added bold to emphasize the internal rhyme scheme.

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Originally Posted by Celph Taut

^ Lol, I don't know how you perceived me to want to battle or dissing you.


But...



If it has to go there, there's very few that can handle the script...
I basically wrote the manual, it's understandable...
they wanna 'channel' the grit... but don't come 'remote'-ly close.
Sleep on me, n' end up comatose.
If you're feeling 'High' and mighty, the lines will likely cause you overdose.
I am the one that they know the most...
it's common knowledge; it's Shepard slaughter.
I guess they're bothered I'm getting my beef served to me live, like Jesse Watters.
Ugh. Vegan trigger.
For the small mind, but my team is bigger.
My 'body' of work is seen to leave screens dis'figured'.
Trust me. They don't wanna problem now.
Covered a lot of ground... I'm the "Future King", that's word to Apollo Brown!
That's my motto, sound like Kevin Bacon
as he waltz around, completely naked in plain sight
because my thoughts have been "Hollow" bound...
Class is in session, the have to test me.
My shooting game is surpassing Gretzky...
They can't draw a line, when they're acting 'sketchy'.
But that is the joke... the pathogen floats
through these bars with a passage of hope, that's ...
captured in the bottle, before it crashes the boat... - like...
the fisherman's hook that's slashing your throat...
blood & guts splashes the coat n' leaves you leaking
faster than the Galaxy Note... !!!
- line. Oh, I'm... just getting started...
rich with quotes, running on broke time...
Black out n' see red, like the diet coke sign!!!
Pfft... too much quotes in this bitch..
while they mumble, enraged... but I'm humbled, it's strange.. .
so much quotes, the cypher LOOKING LIKE A TUMBLR PAGE!!!!
Nigga, I'm 31 years old... n' still COMING OF AGE!!
Still got son in a daze... (sun in a days)
We call that Miami heat... damn, they weak.
Day 1, I already had the plan complete.
I'm "nice" with it, we call that "Flanders" speak.
Man, he leaps off the half court line n' busts it out of the
coverage, like Angelique.
Cypher Alumni - the squad is here...
Y'all were clear of the giving amount... we want dividends now....
Scribbling, while going off more than Elon Musk's twitter acct.
In other words, you better off giving us clout.
What they figuring, here? What I scribble would
make Mike Pence quiver in fear.
Tekashi's arrogance... Heihachi's inheritance...
So softly, I bury kids.
That dig up dirt, so it's kind of ironic.
Elijah Muhammad rise to the cause, disguised as a God
but realized as a prophet!!!!!

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Yup. Hands down. He's ill fellas.

Ha. Youre 31? Im 28.

freestyle cypher, fast as a viper,hushin ur team crushin the scene
25 to lifer, aint nobody whiter, rhymes bustin nothin but schemes
a prolific writer, classy cat no need to test him, my pens a weapon
treatin rap like its a lesson, hopin you shizofrenics get the message

Every sentence is a middle finger, flipping em' off...
Rip their ears off, I hope you're listening, dog.
Oh, K? -9 lives left, n' you'll feel lines hitting you from every angle, again.
I'm at your throat like Robin Williams, but NOBODY is hanging wit' him!
Yeah... strangling, then clear my throat.
Frank Lucas, you'll swear it's 'Dope.
Get left, even the alt-right protestor, but I'm here for what merits both.
Til death do us part, which I'll have to pull, like a marriage quote.
A little hoarse, like a pony.
Riding, son. But this carriage won't.
Get it? Writing, son? A 'Stroke of genius cause I won't stop till I am 'Numb.
You don't know 'Jack, till you're seeing the Giant come.
Then you're spilling your 'Beans. I'm out of this 'World...
I'll make the 'Orion's run.
For those usurping the throne, that's word to Osiris, son!!
Yeah, back in my 'Prime!
'Optimus, diesel tractor design.
Photographic memory, yet you can't 'Capture this Mind!
Ugh. So much word-play, it's like recess for the dictionary.
Black Craft, which is scary/witches scary.
Behind The Mask, like Mr. Carey.
A visionary with his 'Eyes on the Prize, but I didn't want
the limelight in the 'First Place.
So yeah, it's kind of ironic.
They put me in a small box, but I'm kind of ICONic.
They put me in a small box, like I am a product.
But I am a product of my environment, comments... firing off (environment/comets firing off),
online, which is why they put me in a small box...
Like they're online, writing a comment...
Whoa... think about it... they can't rap their head around...
But it's up to the kids that were never down...
Lacking Direction... waiting for that 'Green light, minus traffic congestion.
Class is in session for the new school cops,
that make you put your hands up, but you weren't asking a question...
Damn... I'll be damned... if these cats want attention.
That's Youtube. People getting shot at, but cops don't want camera attention...
That's an oxymoron. They're trying to wipe the 'Black heads out.
They wanna crack heads, but then keep the crackheads out.
Shit.


Wait...

Have to "pull", horse, riding, carriage...


Damn.

good to be back here. fuck RR.com fucking user named Sanguine all up on my dick.

Pull the pussy wide open so both my knuckles will fit...
Wait, the fuck? It's almost like you took the end of my sentence n' made it up
with all this creative stuff...
It's like the Jordan symbol, the way I jump!
Havoc thoughts. All these kids are average, not
even on my level, your cabbage rocked.
Have you trying to avert any animosity, like Travis Scott...
Meeting Nicki Minaj... dog, I trickle facade. That's the trick of it,
y'all can't trip, with the odds.
It's in my favor. Hi hater! Shaking, minus the vibrator.
Why say your on the level with me, when I'm the game master
put it down to a better degree?
Any veteran we outed last year on the perennial spree
Has went underground, but they still will have to levy the fee.
It's quite punitive now, using this style.
Too many clowns on this circus, yep. Worst is yet to come when their verse is set.
The funeral services went and got the hearse, direct.
- ly from hell, n' put em' inside of it, too.
Cypher Alumni - I have to ride with the crew.
There's no denying us, whoever want it can die as soon as they slide in the room!
Ugh. That's Kramer style.
Pray it's wild, my prey is wild. Such an archaic pound
to your face, they can't escape it...
I planned the matrix, so stand... embrace, the chase
of such a volcanic patriot...
I spit fire... in every direction...
Skipped class, so they never can test him... it's straight from the delicatessen..
The weight of the world on my shoulders, my neck is in pain.
I look in the mirror, leave, but the reflection remains.
I'm past burdened. Fast wording got cats ready for their last serving..
Beating that ass worse than a crass German.

Me and Celph here Canada's coldest....
Create whats on the page, mash passion and omens
The point-guard assassins of poets
You lack what I show, pat your back in the moment
But your writtens straight trash, ya I actually loathe it
Felt tighter shit dippin my whole hand in the ocean
Rapture while toking, go from high to a higher place
Climb the Empire State then fly to Orion's face
Rhyme with my designers on my flight to my final plane
Survivors gotta die. In life, that's the price you pay
On any given day, it's a slice of the knife away
I'll do it for the sacrifice, swipe of a diamond blade
Cannot cycle choices of the stubborn when his mind is made
Science is a plague, I've rewinded back to tribal traits
To be divine is vague, so time might stop for you...
White lights follow you and shine bright. Ballin dude
Remind you motherfuckers of the lines I've dropped on you
Redefine entire sites like cyclops monocles

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^ Exactly.


And that's way beyond what they thought of, though.
On the road, there's so much more that they gotta know.
For instance? The pattern in which the manner's affixed?
Is too complicated within the boundaries this grammar exists...
But Canada is... more or less what harbors
the general fans of the niche....
So what these amateurs git'? Is candid, like a camera's pic.
Chop off your hands if you think you can even hold a candle to this...
Y'all motherfuckers just got a word of what the manuscript is!
So, quite frankly? we're feeling jaded now.
We're sitting here wondering how y'all made it out the game, with clout.
I've been inside of the sticks, so what's the play about?
Taut and Nigma. The hip hop enigma
as pragmatic as "The Roc" insignia.
Realism flows in these genes...
Double-entendre - don't act like you know what it means...
I'm saying, so many queens and not enough men on the chart, it's a wash.
Greek Mythology, walking on water, with Gods
cascading the labyrinth y'all built with such a resonance, the marble is squashed..
I have a compactor for all those garbo' facades.
You got a Fiat that can't even fit in that starter garage...
We've been putting it so far in our favor that there aren't any odds!!!
Pussy. Meowth swag... where's the Team Rocket?
That big shit? We talk it.
Envy greener than Hulk, walking around with deep pockets.
No piece offerings for me,"shocking" the outlet we plugged... don't even need sockets!
Mannnn... killing it. Indeed, we are.
They can't even breathe, they're in need of CPR.
Astronomer punches, you're guaranteed you'll be seeing stars.
We on mars, balling. And you won't even get a piece of ours.
You'll be lucky to get a morsel of this portion, you bitch.
Get a slice and be fortunate it's for you, then quit.
Or better yet? Come get a whiff of this fucking legend rep.
Cause that's some recognition you'll NEVER get.
And you'd think I'd care a midge it's on an internet forum? I don't...
Your life, up to this point in time, has been more of a joke.
So let's not get caught up in details, because this formula's dope...
At your core, your life's more fucked up than Lamar Odom's, on coke.
Pfft... I got at the very least, 10,000 writtens.
That's how it's sitting. That's how the powers different. That's how I'm living.
Every hour giving tightens the rhyme scheme with a flawless approach.
They call me the host now, this whole style been body-in notes.
Catching bodies like it was tossed out of a third story.
I can stop it here, in case you feel the thought is clear.
But yeah, I'll give it a rest. Every scribble addressed from this point
will be skill in finesse, till you ingest every syllable that's spilled into text.


CYPHER ALUMNI.

Heavy! Wording on that double-entendre bar was mint, good shit. Music to my eyes



Our schemes our symphonies
Supreme, officially, the breed you wish you be
We’re leaving gifts, indeed, since
Each the readers breathing history
These fists you see often lead to coffins
Beep. We lost him, all from
Watching Taut and Nigma teach the mystery
When the bleeding stops it means
A feeble pulse, you’re leaving conscience
Got a weak response, drop it
We got scimitars to and chop
And cleave apart trees from Eden’s garden
Weave a barkskin sheet of armor
Colour spectrum, deepest charred
Demon dark, unleashing carnage
Mary Jane in me like the heart of Peter Parker
Damn

Uh
Money bars that’s how I open the till and fill the honey jars
Ugh
Yo
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Check 1
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What a waste of keystrokes. This kid? I'll dead em
I'm spitting venom, penning as a diss to Venom
Send him to Egyptian deserts with no shred of liquid
Left to exist till death for that pathetic, shitty effort

I logged in, and clicked on the "new posts" link
but I'm about to log out, because these new posts stink
just peep these ^last two dudes^, they be breakin' the rules
these cats be out here steady fakin', but can't shake with the cool
I'm on my smooth shit, hit a spliff and lighten the mood
I love battlin', but why you always gotta be rude?
the limit's 6 bars, I'll kick an extra two for the flow
I used to be a textcee, but now I do this shit though

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Originally Posted by Nigma

What a waste of keystrokes. This kid? I'll dead em
I'm spitting venom, penning as a diss to Venom
Send him to Egyptian deserts with no shred of liquid
Left to exist till death for that pathetic, shitty effort

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Shut the fuck up and just let it be
You ain’t on my level, athletically
Shut the fuck up and just go to sleep
Before your needs run deep medically
Just shut the fuck up and let it be

You can..

“Laugh laugh” you can sit in the back with your whack act
I don’t battle rap but I will un wrap this battle axe
And smash your brittle ass into a thousand pieces
I was just messing around but if you gonna get aggressive
This’ll progressively get messy as I put on the pressure
The only enigma here is why your still trying to rap
Your move, but just remember if you do you were the aggressor