Freestyle Cypher

hell awaits,
those who fell from evangelical faith
elevate, foes impaled thru armor skeletal plates
held the gates, spells of hate in my typin
make your body elevate on horizons
as ya limbs get separated like hyphens
fluids sprayin like a break in the hydrant
authorized to kill, my face on the license
cauterizing skills, ill take the assignment
you's an indian that's facin the whitemen
strive for genocide in satan's allignment
team be tyrants slidin blades in ya iris
runnin thru'em like a lace into eyelets
alquida blade, we overtaking the pilot
inside the brain, bring a plaguing of violence
die in shame, slain remaining in silence
once i drop 'em like the case against bryant
til my final day im stayin' defiant

ayo
fuck this world
fuck my time
fuck freemasonry designs
ima take my place 'n dine
off the plates of satan's swine
mufuckuz be up in mines
yo, let the shit fuckin lye
bro, flesh is ya destined shrine
your temple, and test of mind
when devils confess to lies
assemble, collect and rise
dont look in the face of Christ
youll fry ina blaze of light
so bright it erases night
ill lye with the snakes that bite
til i gotta pay the price
then satan can claim his prize

heart of lion inside my chiseled chest
draggin their souls thru abysmal depths
bringin hammers down, like the judicial bench
in the trench, get'cha jersey initials drenched
if your stremf's artificial as crystal meth
twistin simple heads, watchin the gristle stretch
slittin necks, broken bottles of triple sec
gunpowder pistol stench, it effects my nostrils
makes me hostile, when shit ejects the nozzle
ya dead as fossils, ive slid thru more obstacles
than johnny knoxville..

catacombs under rome, where chants whispered
spoke of thones in the tone of a black lizard
grippin septors of stone, cracked fissures
shiny lectures of chrome, mag scriptures
pushin guts from your clothes, back inwards
consumed in your lunacy, presumably
im bound to stay underground, like sewage leaks
til my sounds are pollutin' the bluest seas
droppin you to ya knees when the usage peaks
stompin fools in the street wit da fluid speech

the heat degree of thirty three torches
made the inner-core leave it's coordinates
at war, with a league of swordsman that swore
fatiged, worn, like george foreman in sports
with eags drawn, fords floored thru your door
drinkin forty's in court..
i aint needin support, give me my shorts
'n my fuckin towel, lock me down in the ward
where the sounds, of poor, mufuckas
poundin the floor, screaming loud at the door
is horror, impossible hard to ignore

fire, gotcha sweatin regrettin the rhymes you settin
retire im suggestin its best if you let d rek step in

to take control of the land you lost a hold of
wait. wait. bitch. hold up.
i got a hold of what you wrote up.
and that page will be sprayed ablaze
by my flamethrowa

dissin me is a point of no return to me
boy you never learn you see
yall gonna get burned
and the burns'll be third degree

will be third degree.....
As virgins beg for mercy while i rape em openly
My evil deeds are clear to see and it aint nothin holdin me...
Back, so BOOM! Is the sound you gon hear
The end of the show's near, it makes even the bravest fear
I pollute the whole atmosphere
Challenge my madness, and u'll be left on total blackness
I stand as the dopest in this global whackness

Ask this,
These lines a knock u off ur Axis...
Im at this,
my lines cover the world, Atlas...
Its been awhile but im still nice with It...
Birthday boy with da bars, Im just that Gifted...

Promote peace and unity in a broken up world
Truly battling is true to this, what's up world?
Sharpening our skills so we can butt kick earth
Slap it back into a palace man, what's that worth?

Hip hop has always promoted activism since it's birth
From Public Enemy to Common yo, 'You Must Learn'
Feed the needy on the streets, fuck conventional wisdom
Why lie I learn a beer? Why live I just wanna live, son

swollowed the philoshophy now it's on to fuck everything lets put the universe on mute, snickering to myself exoticly in my closet, so beheaded

by why did it take so long 2 say fuck you everybody's wrong your wrong

your wrong your wrong your wrong ur all parasite its a fair of SQUAREs spreading endlessly a way to tame the creature they've shewd it

momentarily but no one no knows do u really know did ya see it feel it do it show you whats behind curtain number 2. swerving pathetic unworthy

prides into eachother hurry good bye,yall can wait in line i'ma create my universe in my hed and say look what i done maded.
sheep america ask the guy next to ya if he thinks he's part brain dead might not b but i bet he's infected wit that one disease lameness
its impossible to get them 2think diff. their afraid of change unless everyone changes along with, u could offer a bum or a p;oaurhgwi[eoGJA'PGOJ'w'aeijg''pgh'ajgirj'goak'oykea'opj'hjeg throw that in the garbage for me please thoughts like that make me feel elite but it's not my day to teach, so i'ma showa the otherside practice this if ya think ya bright instead of saying things to impress the undergrounds mind underground what why we hiding u guys never mind .here it goes that flow yalll should dedicate everytsecond of mars so you create and twist anything in existence to ur advatage, , , , , ,
treez trickling whispering shhhhh moping see i dont finish i get in that whimsic dont spend more then tenseconds peeking for a cute word to use why ryme all the time guys ? do this its gonna give ya the ablility to ryme 77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777 777777777777777777777 times better. heee hheee crrreeeaaaauture give it up thats what u are give it up thats what u are, quit hiding i see you if u really want to be able to stomp on everyones style baddest rapppa alive, try jist try freakin out meeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooowwwwwwwwww let it out dont worry about ryme ryme when barely nesseccary. when u creep creep creep creep creeep creep creeep its another language that that i bet eminem sedatated his watermelon in to be able to have dope00dope whats dope break stuff down fuck a topic i know i'm a marshian i can fart ideas in to ur mind on accident axes masses passions u hear that yea yea whats that shit thats the romantic accent when u rap back 2 back but u cant cuz ur limiting ur ability to say what ur trying to say to like 10 percent, law of awesomeness say fuck alot fuck alot fuck what fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck hows that 4 an LP . lets cellibrate right now by thinking of something what the fuck 2 sneeze out of me. . . . . .hmmmm . . . . .oh step back 4 a sec and free fer a good good second. . .then plop back down like taste the rainbow.. ok here it goes freestyle back in 5,

Let all the talentless examine this
HyperEuphoric definitely flows for you kids
He may not have control but he does his business
Commend his soul to Jehovah if you just witnessed this

He seems to go long can you tell if he belongs?
He's coming on strong to sell his tag along
I wonder if he thinks in poems dust til dawn
And I wonder if coherency is something he longs for

It's a two edged sword some can't afford to jump aboard
So sore from the world of matching verses to chords
I ain't hatin' I'm just saying that reading that makes me bored
So hard to follow his flow he's washed up like the shore

Sure, he raps a lot and I can't tell if he's real or he's fake
I can't tell much at all from the beefy scribbles he makes
Doesn't really matter much because there nothing at stake
Just learn to spit in bars man if that's the only thing you take from this

The fungus grows in many town maybe from his
Maybe he won this patch he grabbed where all the mushrooms is
I don't blame him if he did, hey at least that something kid
But cut this off, I'm done man, you just had me wondering

flutter wings that embrace me when im fallin' into./
the deep abyss-a sheep admist these so called g.o.a.t's-i keep em pissed/
subsquently i seep in bliss from the hatred around/
awaitin' the sound that pounds speakers shakin' the ground/
boom- critics of misfits cant resist to diss this/
and quick wits mixed within a dynamite with its wick lit/
get ya click hit/
then i "dip' like what a country hick spit/
i can box with thick mitts-it cant cushion the force/
the liquid from ya girls douchin' is orange/ ewwwwww!!!
im sharin' fire from bare desire/
spare the choir im preachin' to squares thats wearin' wires/
got yall bent outta shape without a pair of plyers/
with raw vigor im striking ya jaw quicker/
i brawl sicker, scratch,spit and nipple pinch/
dont align your pencil with mines into a mental clinch/
hip-hops alive- i can feel my heartbeat now/
so put ya billboard chart sheet down/my art reach crowds../
that hear it and respond back with a screamin' shout/
it seems they hear me but dont FEEL what i dream about/
what cream amounts to cant redeem my clout/
i jot heat in the hot seat so steam'll sprout/
never inhale weed/ i ale feed/
digesting novels that students in yale reads/
while your ghetto tales lead to to a jail cell to mail read/
nuttin but truth, the untouchable sleuth/
much to go off of inside a combustible booth/
who can ride with me without havin' a blow out/
sumthin' you dont know 'bout/ no doubt/
i comatose foes domes/
hang with a bunch of intellects that compose poems/
the recession foreclosed homes and people discovered a vacant spot/
inside a place thats hot- within the mind is the basic plot/

i guess i'll go in/
like cold wind that blows into an old den/
mold men into higher ones/
hired guns to fire to aquired funds/
i work at wendys just to slide cyinide inside ya bun/
you can't hide or run but you wil face me/
even administers on this site couldnt erase me/
place me higher than high/
most humans think we're wired to die/
just to fry within an entire fire,a lie!/
i am- its a none deal/
im a culture shock like sayin "son, trill"/
bust ya front grill with my gun heel/
but its just fun still un-till i do a run drill/
my fkows in vain like its novicane- none feel/
LOL- maybe a couple mo' L's/
you make dough off of hoe sales/
i dont condone that-its so wack- i know well/

line by line i'm finding, that i can't be confined in
spaces so i erase this with the racist's faces that i'm dining with,
so here's a going gift, eight bars from the big man himself,
I put the eye in R.eye.P so just watch yourself,
i sit and spray these bars, conducting cocktails under shining stars,
uncovering shit from my unconscious like scientists do with mars,
need i remind you i spit fast, whilst maintaining a steady pace,
seems like i'm running for the horizon, but it's a never ending race.

the newest trend is placed in rapbattles/
send "insider" then call ya riders and tell em to strap saddles/
just to get slapped for tryna rap tattles/
what i like to call droppin' names/
im on top of game/
so ya click remain silent pullin' chicks at "lane bryant"- swappin' dames/
so whats next- you cant get rid of me/
neigbors see me putting garbage in my dumpster leavin' the lid bloody/
so run up on stage and you know im goin kid cudi/