Freestyle Cypher

Or warship. watch as the storm hits. Shore shifts slightly
The Mighty are going to war with swords dipped in cyanide.
No survival guides, this an abortion
Y’all get torn to pieces while in a fetal position
Y’all fecal. I’m pissin on you until that shits illegal. A trick up my sleeve. Fo’...
bitches on my arms, my word is Bond, James couldn’t defeat, no.
a leisure stroll. This rhyme shit’s a walk in the park
Picnic, Cheese and some rolls. Its easy.
Fuck a threat. I’ll dance in the rain..
Sing in the wind. Cuz beating y’all was breezy.
No Rihanna. Who want that drama?
I’ll black the eye of a storm as i beat you with my um-ber-ella. Aaaayyyy

Ella' say. You can tell the mind drops in the most compelling way
When under pressure, a diamond is formed and given an extra leg
- in which to walk upon. Thoughts beyond conversations
of champions inside an Octagon. Doc Strange, where thoughts range
to homicidal, I drop thangs...that are far from favorable
The way that it goes. It's plagued with conversational goals.
I'm rearranging the poles, and now the dynamic is more
so like "Die, Namek". Racist lies, besides panic. And pandemonium
like capsizing the titanic. With lines, granted there's social cues...
Long overdue. You're walking the guise, because I told you to.
Shots from the semi-automatic - you get a soldier view.
Dunkirk. 4D. Martin Scorcese
shooting on Wall Street, watching the stock markets crash.
The financial crippling is hard to grasp.
Breaking through the mold, and propelling to freedom, walking on shards of glass.
Opiates float through the air, here pharmaceutical
associates producing big income whenever approaching it.
On the same token, the 1 percentage are levying a brokerage.
While those that co-exist in humanity wanna roll a spliff.
The cold disenchantment of freedom, idealizing
the idle eyes. Idolize the champions for a dire prize.
Look through the glass window. It's so provocative
It's almost as if the opposite effect is steady watching it.
Closed captions, closed circuits, close-mindedness.
Thwart perceptions, dwarf inward reflections, while chiming in.
It's your call. These 4 walls closing in, shape your look.
The pots and pans of an honest man is a way to cook.

Sometime our similarities are voiceless. Observe
As perps and victims boil
‘til pot and kettle are equal choices of words
The joy is absurd. Pain does not equate pleasure, the toying of nerve’s
Sadistic. Coiled concern. Don’t tread on me. See, my poison will burn
Hooded Kings spitting venom “be loyal or cursed”
So we joined to preserve life.
A crew of mongoose with elusive speed
Striking distance. Bullet wounds and teeth
Gnawing through woods and sheets
Of metallic juniper tree.
Concrete jungle. In the bungalow where wolverines meet
Plotting and planning the eulogy. Breathe.
Observe the streams pattern. The way it turns. The creek bending and blurring until the ocean seize
Where were we? Before I was lost in this whole poetic steeze.
Y’all pathetic. We...
Rule the landscape with iron fist and feet.
Violently ripping your sheets while your bitch is ass up head buried deep.
Flapping until the air between is a tornado ripping through trees. Heheh.

Picture Christopher Reeves, stepping out of his chair
n lifting Krypton, with ease.
Cause that's the same inference, me and this key-styling tangents
have in common, nothing strategical.
We just go... off of the top of the head, n' leave when we seize your soul.
I had the spirit in me, ever since 3 years old.
So any other anecdote they have, I could care less about it.
Mental housing stupendous for those potential browsers...
Pen's thousands times better under pressure, directing showers...
They're forecasting reign for the night.
And they say they're expecting lightning storms. That's me, in my fighting form.
Nah, I ain't like the norm. I'm much different.
For instance? I'll pelt rising suns to a distance.
And that doesn't make a lick of sense, so if I'm crazy enough to pen it
like it actually does? The mere inference of that action's enough to capture the buzz.
Asking for drugs, checking through your medicine cabinets,
touching Aspirin, hug the pill bottle until the capsule's crushed.
I set goals, and aspire. I'm too old to retire.
You know you are wired, when you died, n' left your soul to expire.
But I told you, desire has a funny way of showing
you a road that is higher, so know , that to this day , I'm stilling throw coal in the fire.
Straight edged, like a bowl cut. Rap game, got it sewn up.
Don't be overexposed. Yeah, I know, cause that's what they told us.
Firecracker ammo. Backyard shenanigans.
They're banning em' for being more of a royal pain in the ass, than Amanda Grant has been.
I got an ego, and it's not going away.
It's spring-loaded, but aye.
You can't blame me - I told it to stay.
I'm colder than Grey, using the Red Room as component of play.
Responding only to pain.
But it's not something you're told when you're thrown in the game.
Not only will they tell you there's no road, they won't show you the lane.
Lucky for me, I have the instruction manual sewn to my brain.

The gawds showing the way.
I walk the path. Float atop a raft til my bones turns to clay
Ashes to ashes, and. dust floats away.
Cassius with the pad. My words float and sway
Pen prick. I mean pin pricking like African bees
I’m smacking the breeze and make humble pies from the baddest emcees
These cats are trash. Emptied and cleaned.
Waste management. I’m here to take jabs and slip
Into the night. Fuck the light, my kinds are straight sacrilege
You a sack of shit.
Oops the cats out the bag, and this pussy is smelling bad as shit.
On some bad ass shit. I’m here to bag a bad ass bitch.
Tell ur mom to text me back right quick.
I’ll pull a back-right kick. Liu Kang’ing any newb thinking they can hang with this
Dragon attack. Draggin her back to my crib.
Her legs be on that Sonia blade, arms and legs. My head between her hips.
Deep thrusting as my other head stays between her lips.
Then i goro the bitch, forearming her while she takin the dick.

and i'm takin' flick clips as my dick drips/
you know me- i like to watch the action while i flick nips/
usually do it calm- i'm on one of my sick trips/
if you the bomb- then you finna get your wick snipped/
i lick lips- ya girl asked me to lick the booty too/
thats somethin new to do...i do it thru and thru/
i'm like krishnamurdi, ghandi, confucius, buddha too/
me and my crew are hungry and it ain't enough room for you to chew/

Okay Its a gun spray when I gun play yur chick gun play cum play got her legs spread on my bed her pussy gun spray I'm gun get paid I'm gun get laid I do it everyday like a job she slob on my knob till I peak hit a top note whet seat awkward position on my dick she sittin yur man no homie more like a homo his cap missing I got the roof hot if she don't stop we gun set fire to the building

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step on my feet n u will c defeat
my enemies rather be my friends cuz these niggaz sweet giving all theses bitches cavities
bust u in ur nose bust u in ur capillaries
bastard I aint a child I dun grew up u screw up rude attitude don't tell me what to do that's why I'm mad at u]
I don't take commands I make them I'm a leader not a cheeter
acting rash ull get the stix hit wit the heeter ash on the dash with her ass cracked like a forty
fuck shorty don't no one support me I make my own money so when u laugh aint a damn thing funny
fuck hopping like a bunny

money team we all gs my peeps a rare breee
u get weird rear n the air u must have a disease
ur ass is glass not worth cutting the grass ur a broke stash one shot will shatter ur bladder ur a dizaster
u hazz been wannabe ass pussy fag b u loser child pornography looker u boozer abuser
dumb dim wit

thats some savage ass flows/
i be with the rachet ass hoes with the less than average cash flows/
i hit the dimwitted slim chicks and send em' home, poutin'/
i be wearin' their own spouses slippers and robe, loungin'/
now how then can you believe a single letter word of it/
thats just the same circus shit from lames rehearin' it/
that shit i gots to turn off/
and when you aim when jerkin' it's only way you got a shot to cum off/
and to all you robert eberts-shotgun shot pops ya thumbs off/
poppin gum?- i knock ya block off and sock ya gums off/
if thats even possible- got the old heads rockin slow/
mo' bread, lots of dough-
pro keds-socks are low/
pockets grow-phenomenal/
when i speak i'ma blow you need to think osama, yo/
shit when i gets on the ball- i be on a roll/
who would of guessed food for thought could even season the soul/
you overhyped like the verse kendrick released on "control"/
you claim you got beef but all i see is grease in the bowl/
you just talkin greasy!

Yeah, they're just talking greasy!
I go Y2K, I got this "Off the 'Heezy".
Rolling in the 6'4, rocking Eazy.
Just bought the CD, to play in the car.
They said if you were real they'll love you, "Just the way that you are".
Wow, now that's funny because
every since keeping it real, it seems the more people get deep in their "feels".
Meh, guess your inner circle's supposed to be small.
When everybody's cashing out, you're supposed to withdrawal.
Tell anybody with their hands out, they can hold on these balls
For closure, with all the hate I'm shitting on rappers - don't need to go to a stall.
Ugh. I checked out for awhile.
Still have perfected the style, no regrets for it now.
I'm the answer: No questions allowed.
Lexicon down pat once I step in the crowd, the global reception is loud.
My sense of humor is dryer than Ashy Larry's dice.
I could give a flying fuck, shit, damn, about hearing your rights.
You'll be hearing my rights, and I'll even have the
courtesy to ask you before it comes to your place, like Ubereats.
Who's unique? Bow to your feet.
Newest sneaks. Dance moves too mystique.
Bigger than Kanye's new physique.
You can say I'm 'well-rounded'. The Devils Playground, you can bring the Hell hounds in.
Oy'. They say when I write, all I'm over the place.
Which, I agree. Can't sit on one place while feeling finicky, please.
I got the drive, baby, give me the keys.
Hotter than leaving your baby in the car at 160 degrees.
"I mean, the damn baby would just burn at that point"
Well, I'm no scientist, bu-- let me stop you right there. Here, you can talk to this mirror.
I drop heat, in other words ,that I thought you're aware of.
The law of this era. Causing some terror y'all should be scared of.

Dropping since 2011, damn. Get you a life.
I did, crept in the night. Expecting a fight.
Reckon, I write like Tekken, despite the graphic plain.
Back in the acid rain, I grab your Full Metal Jacket,
n' detach your frame. Now THAT'S insane. Yeah,
I'm running the ward. DeflateGate 17' - what you fumbling for?
They ask me for ID soon as I come to the door.
I tell em' I'm on fire, the seasons won't need the summer, for sure.
I'm pummeling whores like the Punisher - word to Frank Castle.
So retract or withdrawal all statements; I'm making bank, asshole.
Matter a fact, the facts of the matter are twisted.
I'm battering bitches from such great lengths, skanks can't fathom the distance.
Let's say it's a kilometer, or a mile to run.
It won't be enough if I style on you, son.
Yeah, complete designing it. Come... with such animosity, you guys will succumb
to the violence. You dunce... cap wearers meet the rap mayor. I'm back, player.
Hanh?
Look at that layer of cake, there.
I don't play fair. I look at you elementary cats like Daycare.
I look at life like a state fare.
I'm just circling around. Verses are so personal now for your circus of clowns.
There is no purpose until that purpose is found.
And until then? The body is willing... to be a hero, but I'm probably a villain.
Pure robbery, but the job is fulfilling.
I play the role, but I'm not a civilian.
I'm just, walking away while stopping my prey. I'm locked on top a pavilion.
Sending shots through the ceiling.
Feeling like Pac, while I'm wielding thoughts at my detractors, for everything that I've said.
Every syllable fed to you that made you puke it out.
Truly what are you about? Look at my mood, I've taken the newest route.
So crude, I should move to the south.
While singing the blues.
Game immobilized, but this is how misery moves.
My English is fused with such ... intrinsic cues, they're thinking, amused,
that I should just move to Patrick Stewart's house.
So lucid with this music, how
can you even confuse the style.
When you can look at your music n' be truly proud of who he's now.
Not another dude in the crowd.
But actually be illusive, it's wild. Too many crowns, jewelry wild.
Tom foolery, cooling me down.
Ice cold with such... tight blows, I strike hoes, rocking some white robes.
Decadent, though. I'm like the messenger code...
In Mission Impossible, I am destined to blow.
Your expecting it, since it's a lot like the rest of the show.
Even if it was dark, my necklaces glow.
I was blessed with a flow so Precious, that no...other
can question it. Reckless, it's ringing like the receptionist.
The depth of this text, is just... effortless.
I... hit the pressure switch. Whatever you're guessing, is
not entirely accurate.
I am rap, and there's nobody coming after this. Even if you were an activist.

Here that cracking fist? Knuckled up waiting to smash a bitch
My punch is tasteless. I’ll punch till they’re tasteless ayo pass that shit
Puff puff, eyes swollen that’s how bad habit hits
Old time cinema. Grainy infraction. A happy kid
Running barefoot along the dusty delta playin tag and shit
Now...if its tag, ur it. Toe wrapped, laid, a cool sap, in a morgue where ghosts laughs and drifts between walls. Talking in passive pitch.
Am i a pacifist? Nah i’ll Pass a fist. Even if its against the grain, i’ll crack truth with slap of wrist.
Be warn next time i’ll be a blast of this acid tip.
Never been on an acid trip. My voyage involves a puff of clouds and a magic trick.
See it disappear in a flash? I’m sick.

Cats trying to act legit. Pfft. Yeah, I'm not impressed.
THAT was shit. I mean, quite literally, it was ass to lips.
These cats remiss for integrity. I get it, B.
So, class dismissed. No after-school special after this.
You little B-film art project college directors
lack the gifts. My tactic is... getting straight two: the point, like a half eclipse.
Get smashed to bits. It's newsworthy,
but CNN couldn't caption this. Cause a massive blitz.
Fully loaded, minus the action scripts.
Drowning you in fantastic spits.
Faster than massive ships.
Any spastic gets... his skin disintegrated, like acid trips.
I'm dropping weight till the gravitational axis lifts
They're getting crossed over, like Roman Catholics.
AS important as Sabbath is, to Catholic kids.
Or Seven Day Adventists. Imagine, his... style's
like waking Jesus of Nazareth.
I split your cabbage with... the same impact of Ivan Drago's fist.
The fucking catalyst of Rapbattle -ish.
But moreover, I'm socking it to em'.
Anybody trying to knock the influence, got to be Judas.
That's a thought. I don't gotta walk with the students.
Nor drop a prayer for em'. They are boring.
A bunch of bitches, just playing Mormon.

When it rains, its pouring. When its grey, its storming
The brain is forming a hazy portrait.
Framing colored water memories made from shades of hardship
See I don’t shade or talk shit. But i be walking along the shades and darkness
I’m made, on some god shit
Corleone, catch a mob hit. Pacino and Robert
Fuck a Donnie Brasco, these undercover rap hoes dun gone snitch
I’m bombing over Baghdad, peace to OutKast, but i keep it 2 thousand when them bars hit
Most these rappers are gawbage. Sewage talk, the odor harsh, f’real, its making me nauseous
It’s crazy. Obnoxious. Tight leggings. Cats would take a dildo to be famous and popular
I’m a stranger to the populace. But my face is familiar if they take a sec to acknowledge it
My pocket’s thick. I can do this all day. Unconsciousness. Let it dawn on’em.

Drop another song on em'... they're itching to taste...
If this is the case? I keep kicking until it fits in the base...
The flames reach so high, Satan's missing his face...
This is the breaks, a flow levied to fill up the biggest Michigan lakes.
And it doesn't stop there... I've been synchronized.
I don't know long it'll take until these kids realize
There's two sides of the fence, and one side isn't greener.
It's only in the perception of those who wish to see it.
But R.I.P, Stephen Hawkins. You can see his conscious...
breathing through the screen, and beyond.
And it won't leave until his genius has gone.
They say the underworld is where the evil belongs.
For religions, even if they believe it is wrong.. it's tradition
in most nations, so it needs to go on.
Blood fills the rivers of my past victims, n' that's correct...
Flash the screen like The Ring scene - all you see is the static steps.
I've been casual. Casual's my first nature - my second is breathing.
And every second you breath in? Is extra depth I'm releasing.
Headaches, take Extra Strength, n' then sleep in.
I'll be at rest for the rest of the weekend.
Watch the intellect of this, peak in.
Led Zepplin's the sequence.
Stairway to Heaven far outweighs the perpetual secrets
- kept, by your cretins.
Nah. Jordan River. Cornerstone of the war, considered.
General AI - witness the birth of a Trojan Horse, delivered.
This is for all the spirits floating, I'm just pouring liquor...
on the casket. They say it's all for practice.
Movements beyond gymnastics. They saw the tactics
n' analyzed the flawed synapses.
But I don't care anymore, I'm here to perform.
Power like a Saiyan, split the hexadecimal sphere into four....
With such a resonating impact, the residual current tears through the floor.
Third eye. They say to always keep an eye open.
But if we're students of the game, why are there so many pupils to teach?
Well the school's in reach.
Music that speaks through you, while these nuisances speak voodoo.
Recesses of the mind, could've beat Zulu.