Freestyle Cypher

Yeah... I wouldn't wanna reply, after that.
Enough power to snap a cat..exposing a pussy...
Know, for the nookie, I'm willing to go and cold shoulder a rookie.
While the same poser is shook, saying "I hope they don't overlook me"
Well, they have. Onto the next one.
Children riding the wave - that's the Polar Express, son.
It gets them that they can't comprehend the structure...
yet they wish to mimic... they try to overexpose, but they know it don't fit their gimmick.
Insta-FAMOUS, ignoramus - click the image.
They're stuck on the cutting room floor, I lift it to different limits.
Set the bar high, walked under it...
I'm watching the plummet with... that atrocious approach, I hope they can stomach it.
I've come equipped... Rage Against Machine when this pencil is seen.
A sure lock, fuck the Elementary schemes.
There's consequences for mentioning me, you're best to believe...
I don't play. Plugged the controller out of the console.
My thoughts are completely out of the box, so...
It doesn't come gift wrapped, but the presence is clear.
It looks like a glass box. World Class ops.
Metaphors, similes in inner schemes, whoa.
Look at the mean Joe Greene glow. They don't even know....
- If I'm not apart of it, I still steal the show.
Hot, in the freezing snow. Like, jeez it's cold.
Put in your long wool sleeves, and coat.
I don't see you jokes, especially when i read a post.
MC's are toast, I'm saving the crust.
It's amazing how they ain't adjust, saying it's us...
That needs to change the ways we paint with this brush.
My brain penetrates through your fucks...
Astral plain , putting cats to shame with em' wild telepathic claims.
Mind like a rock. Fitting the bill, picture instilled
in their servers... watch it crash and burn... Monopoly deal
going past your turn. Cats have to learn
I burn you to ash, n proceed to pack your urn.
Yeah... so, if you wanna exchange words
Better learn to create... not only are my words more deserving
- it takes... the highest conversion on the current...
- currency rates...
So, your pockets are thin... tell em' fuckers to walk in a gym
They can talk with me, then.
Bring the broccoli in. It's a humid day, you're not gonna wind.
OK. That was cheesy, so I'll go off on a limb
n' say you're lactose intolerance been hollering, since
I've been dropping these gems. Broke into the property...
prints all over the place.
Put you in a wheelchair: you can roll with the greats.
If you can't handle this load, then get your modem replaced.
I'm out of this world, you'll get thrown into space.
My approach takes on so many shapes, it's hard to describe.
It's part of my ride - I don't need the breaks.
Pardon my drive, the only mistakes I've made is taken shade.
But I'm setting that straight, today.
Making way for the new me, driving these snakes away.
I'm too deep... get kicked, with two feet.
Telling you 'break a leg'. 24 pack, it's best you just take the keg.
Didn't wanna drop after me; it's a masterpiece.
I know what they lack, and that's why they're bowing out.
Whole rap career now in doubt. Completely knocked the power out.
A power house. Light and electricity gone.
I haven't been in the wrong, there's no milestone you're living beyond.
It's an open and shut case, fuck face.
The board has spoken. And it will only end once your morgue is chosen.
More approaching the valley of death, the doors are open.
I'm more awoken. The formula's ill.
You walked into the thread while ignoring the skill.
I read your verse, it was boring until you mentioned me... now I'm putting four in your grill...
Got you feeling like Foreman, for real.
Whore, you should kneel and look at what your rapping to me.
That was goofy. You're whack? Absolutely.
I won't die off raps alone, faggot. You'd have to shoot me.
More acts gunning for me, than a classic movie.
You'll get this one on the house - his ass is Snoopy.
Nah, fuck the scheme. Your dream layers are seen, player.
You're not a team player, that's a given.
Your stupid name just put you to shame.
There's nothing you could claim.
You haven't won this battle. Really, dog, use your brain.
You're checking out - here's the keys (here)
This the Janitor's visit. And you can witness...
How a real man handles his business (here)
Ammo is vicious... Rambo waiting in camouflage.
Hear a deer, it ran across your body
before the doctors could take the bandage off.

- - - Updated - - -

Yeah... I wouldn't wanna reply, after that.
Enough power to snap a cat..exposing a pussy...
Know, for the nookie, I'm willing to go and cold shoulder a rookie.
While the same poser is shook, saying "I hope they don't overlook me"
Well, they have. Onto the next one.
Children riding the wave - that's the Polar Express, son.
It gets them that they can't comprehend the structure...
yet they wish to mimic... they try to overexpose, but they know it don't fit their gimmick.
Insta-FAMOUS, ignoramus - click the image.
They're stuck on the cutting room floor, I lift it to different limits.
Set the bar high, walked under it...
I'm watching the plummet with... that atrocious approach, I hope they can stomach it.
I've come equipped... Rage Against Machine when this pencil is seen.
A sure lock, fuck the Elementary schemes.
There's consequences for mentioning me, you're best to believe...
I don't play. Plugged the controller out of the console.
My thoughts are completely out of the box, so...
It doesn't come gift wrapped, but the presence is clear.
It looks like a glass box. World Class ops.
Metaphors, similes in inner schemes, whoa.
Look at the mean Joe Greene glow. They don't even know....
- If I'm not apart of it, I still steal the show.
Hot, in the freezing snow. Like, jeez it's cold.
Put in your long wool sleeves, and coat.
I don't see you jokes, especially when i read a post.
MC's are toast, I'm saving the crust.
It's amazing how they ain't adjust, saying it's us...
That needs to change the ways we paint with this brush.
My brain penetrates through your fucks...
Astral plain , putting cats to shame with em' wild telepathic claims.
Mind like a rock. Fitting the bill, picture instilled
in their servers... watch it crash and burn... Monopoly deal
going past your turn. Cats have to learn
I burn you to ash, n proceed to pack your urn.
Yeah... so, if you wanna exchange words
Better learn to create... not only are my words more deserving
- it takes... the highest conversion on the current...
- currency rates...
So, your pockets are thin... tell em' fuckers to walk in a gym
They can talk with me, then.
Bring the broccoli in. It's a humid day, you're not gonna wind.
OK. That was cheesy, so I'll go off on a limb
n' say you're lactose intolerance been hollering, since
I've been dropping these gems. Broke into the property...
prints all over the place.
Put you in a wheelchair: you can roll with the greats.
If you can't handle this load, then get your modem replaced.
I'm out of this world, you'll get thrown into space.
My approach takes on so many shapes, it's hard to describe.
It's part of my ride - I don't need the breaks.
Pardon my drive, the only mistakes I've made is taken shade.
But I'm setting that straight, today.
Making way for the new me, driving these snakes away.
I'm too deep... get kicked, with two feet.
Telling you 'break a leg'. 24 pack, it's best you just take the keg.
Didn't wanna drop after me; it's a masterpiece.
I know what they lack, and that's why they're bowing out.
Whole rap career now in doubt. Completely knocked the power out.
A power house. Light and electricity gone.
I haven't been in the wrong, there's no milestone you're living beyond.
It's an open and shut case, fuck face.
The board has spoken. And it will only end once your morgue is chosen.
More approaching the valley of death, the doors are open.
I'm more awoken. The formula's ill.
You walked into the thread while ignoring the skill.
I read your verse, it was boring until you mentioned me... now I'm putting four in your grill...
Got you feeling like Foreman, for real.
Whore, you should kneel and look at what your rapping to me.
That was goofy. You're whack? Absolutely.
I won't die off raps alone, faggot. You'd have to shoot me.
More acts gunning for me, than a classic movie.
You'll get this one on the house - his ass is Snoopy.
Nah, fuck the scheme. Your dream layers are seen, player.
You're not a team player, that's a given.
Your stupid name just put you to shame.
There's nothing you could claim.
You haven't won this battle. Really, dog, use your brain.
You're checking out - here's the keys (here)
This the Janitor's visit. And you can witness...
How a real man handles his business (here)
Ammo is vicious... Rambo waiting in camouflage.
Hear a deer, it ran across your body
before the doctors could take the bandage off.

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Originally Posted by UCIBG

U work, too. That’s great. Our Only difference is? It’s evident your delicate
You are better explained by this word :shit: ,don’t forget it
And in this case That does suffice, against me you have no hope...
Bitch is a joke... Extend my hand so my knife is at your throat, so you think twice
Let me illustrate you somethin, you like a blank canvas. an example of nothin
I’ve Already taken this, pavement where your blood is, sister.
No need for scripture, I’m not a minister more like mr. sinister
Think I’m fake, that’s a fatal mistake, one a self taught idiot would make
Hear my paws grip ya, this cat gonna get ya. don’t faint.
Crushed u with the weight of this, you more annoying than a hiccup is
Sorry, but not sorry. boy you are in trouble. Slap you till you seein double
To me, you of minor proportions: your verses easily crumble...
Yours words heard zero, that is their worth.. Just like you since your birth.
Hope you not mistakin this some how, I am slaughterin you like cow. Your Head mounted on my wall now. You should probably pray now.
I don’t care about your crown, just like taking my prey down
What’s your excuses for being fucking useless
Your style heinous, mother fucker must be brainless, see this...
i will leave your Head as hollow as my ammo is, believe this.
I got no time for chumps, Talkin too much get your face made to a lump
Pistol whipped with a pistol grip pump, fresh from the trunk
Not the type to fuck around, tie you to my bumper and drag you around. I like how that sound, Then throw some More rounds, more than can be handled, u like junk cars u gettin dismantled, then crushed. This shit makes my adrenaline rush, I’ll be happy when you finally hush.
I am far from your reach, like the top shelf, you little like an elf, get a stool for yourself, then check your speech. Your self taught, but should have let someone else teach. You have no idea just how bad you are, hit you with a bar faster than a speeding car, leave you dying right where you are.
Giving you my time cuz I’m benevolent, next to me you not even relevant
How are you and your husband doing? Couples retreat? Wait, Don’t speak.
Don’t want your personal life displayed in these matters, I’m too tired of all your chitter chatter, you aren’t worth reading you don’t even matter.
Label your letters return to sender, you couldn’t reach me with a 1000 foot ladder.
Ya Best used as a specimen for a chemical weapons field test, think you good doesn’t get much sadder. What you’ve scribbled out here far from the best... so give it a rest. You got me laughing so hard it’s hurting my bladder.
Right now I’m running up the high score, mercury triggers for the c4 on your door. So stop ask yourself, what you doin this for?
Yeah bitch I like it like that, clean you up by mopping the floor. No way you shoot back, when you all crispy and black, these just the facts. Take you and Lay you flat on your back, steamroll u flatter than flat, flatter than a flapjack, bitch watch how you act.
Lost my way in this discussion, placed on the protocol must have a concussion from
Blowing you up like internal engine combustion. I know that your writtens look like a preschoolers been scribbling, meaning that you are far from fucking riveting, more like long winded and boring, prolly always leaving mother fuckers sleeping and snoring. I just laugh at your raps while I relax and lay back, wanting to see how your pussy ass gonna clap back...prolly like a bitch, just overreact, tryin to throw a punch but only landing a slap. Careful Or ill Rearrange your organs for you, my dude. Intensive care where the doctors are gonna be keeping you, where machines will be doing your breathing for you. Your Wiretaps transmissions are now being blocked, so you can’t seem to listen up. I stand ready and Already Got the semi cocked, dam right I’m cocky as fuck.
Right now this the end, go find another cock to suck.

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I know in your mind you're the shit, but outside of it? You're not as tough.
Otherwise, you'd realize not to drop that stuff.
But, I'll call your bluff... and all I'll get is a dial tone.
Your ancestry consists of a path that's riddled with piled bones...
You've been trying to test, and I ain't impressed.
Your contract expired once you signed on the X...
Going stale as a rhymer, and those lines aren't fresh.
You're whining, at best. Pining for my attention, well here it is.
You've cherished this, but your top line stuff? I've embarrassed it.
Do you not realize how many lines you wasted with that basic shit?
Out of bounds, but not as bad as the crayon you traced it with...
Darwinism, creationist... crashing down on that
one singular momentum you've been chasing, which
is so lopsided, once false move and your foundation lifts...
Everyone following along so far has trouble reading that garbage
worse than ancient scripts.
You moved from RR to here, dropped in the Lounge...
You made an impression on a lot of vets, but not where it counts.
Let's talk numbers, homie... your tonnes below me.
If we're talking sheer statistics to carry this with? Then someone's lonely.
The Jedi Master, word to Wan Kenobi.
I don't know false priest hood this man has desired...
But he won't see Daylyt... his antics are tired...
You winning? Out of the question, but an answers required...
You're only fueling the flames, I can dance in the fire.
You're such a fucking class act, you can go to Cannes with that 'ire.
Amateur, stand and admire the greatness, from the proprietor
Your lines have been basic... I'm kind of amazed, the time that you wasted
inside of this, makes me want to find a replacement.
Trust me, aside from your atrocious name, this will go the same.
You only show no pain cause you're overdosing on Novocaine
You don't know the game. Not with those Crunchy Black rhyme schemes...
Target audience only knows what 3/6 of those lines mean.
Fuck, bro. You'll rearrange my organs? Look at that pen, you sucker.
How about rearranging a fucking coherent sentence structure.
You have got the WORST, absolutely, the WORST structure to date...
I'd give you food for thought, but after viewing that? Nothing's at steak.
The fuck you talking about hollow ammo? Are you kidding me.
Was that supposed to make sense? Are you capable of that ability?
Are you capable of spaces? Could you actually build a key?
You might think you are dope, but there's no hope that we will agree.
I needed references, so I did the unthinkable.
I READ through your verse, n' still couldn't come up with something to think of, though.
This bitch isn't felt. If I put you under the microscope,
your shit will just melt. I should just post your shit since it's basically a diss in itself.
"I'm slaughtering you like cow" - ouch... said nobody ever.
It isn't bad enough your structure sucks, you can't even hold it together.
I know it's November, but I'm willing to give you presence, since times on the essence.
A rapping kit: Complete with foolproof tutorials on how to rhyme in a sentence.
Grammar tools, as necessary. Tips on conveying your message clearly.
Crayons and all. I already know you wanna pray for my fall.
You followed me from RR, you stay on my balls.
Garnishing interest, banking that I'd give you credit, but this ain't a withdrawal.
I felt nauseous the day that I saw you.
You didn't have the drive, nor could you escape the exhaust fumes.
It's long past Halloween, but you probably had to stay in your costume.
I don't know how you think your dope.
You went trick or treating, dressed as your rhymes posted on sticky notes.
You fucking suck, bitch. And I'm not saying that to hurt your feelings.
I'm saying that as a proxy for everybody on this earth who's seen it.

You dudes write books... so call up the librarian,
Tell him I White Power like I'm Asian, not Aryan..
Open the door for you cowards -- lettin' the fairies in..
Strip you of all of your titles cuz we all know you barely win..
Here, pretend you're bad as me.. nope, that's still faggery..
You only win if I'm givin' you hand outs like your bag and keys..
Take a stab at me, I'll twist your words and slay them..
Sharpen the paper and serrate the pens..

I don't pull hammers back -- the trigger fingers too quick..
When the steel hits your teeth, that's my favorite click..
Pray I go easy on you... or stop and belay time..
Ten needles in the lab, like I'm searchin' your canine..

easel grab, steeple bat; eradicate your existence with hells flame, bells chime my name
I am rain, I cry tears of joy for your death; when you see me..you're short of breath
I hold hells flame, you hold cigarettes, nicotine smoke, you're a Byzantine joke
listorine choke, you have no flows, homo; we don't care about you; kill yourself - you're so so (so what?)
I'm Ashen Eye, Mew from Pokemon is my spirit animal, lyrical danimal
Hear your mandible, it spews curses not verses, but you could never handle plagues
candles red, vandal dead, for worshipping my shrine; go and die
Commit suicide; you're left red on the bluest sky
I'll cut your future ties, you couldn't handle pussy; euthanized
your stupid nine and uzi's weigh a ton, can't handle a foolish rhyme
I have cupid rhymes, I'm Lock from the Bible; so watch what you say to me
Don't turn back, I burn slacks, fool you with grace deceit....

Go away, idiot. You're no match for me, kid......

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Originally Posted by Sinning

easel grab, steeple bat; eradicate your existence with hells flame, bells chime my name
I am rain, I cry tears of joy for your death; when you see me..you're short of breath
I hold hells flame, you hold cigarettes, nicotine smoke, you're a Byzantine choke
listorine choke, you have no flows, homo; we don't care about you; kill yourself - you're so so (so what?)
I'm Ashen Eye, Mew from Pokemon is my spirit animal, lyrical danimal
Hear your mandible, it spews curses not verses, but you could never handle plagues
candles red, vandal dead, for worshipping my shrine; go and die
Commit suicide; you're left red on the bluest sky
I'll cut your future ties, you couldn't handle pussy; euthanized
your stupid nine and uzi's weigh a ton, can't handle a foolish rhyme
I have cupid rhymes, I'm Lock from the Bible; so watch what you say to me
Don't turn back, I burn slacks, fool you with grace deceit....

Go away, idiot. You're no match for me, kid......

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Is this anime? No one is battling you.

No one is battling me? People battle me all the time, but not like this bitch. Why don't you shut up, you must be so high, that I'm gonna' rip off your fly wings, and throw you out of my heavenly existence. Your so high and drunk, you don't know what do think when you see me. Just shut up, and kill yourself. Dumb, bitch.

You stuck in your own mind friend, you just sound delusional by what u send.
The question is then, what the fuck was I just readin?
You Rhymin tough with stuff? You should get roughed up and beatin!
You Already pushed your chips all in, odds for you to win, slim.
with what I’m holdin, the best bet for you is foldin.
I’m holding Pocket rockets so I know I’m not bluffin
Readin your shit is more painful than holding a fart in.
My ammo hollow so it’s just the “point” I’m expanding.
my shit heavily damaging, its your weaknesses I’ve been examining.
You slow to follow, so fact is your head is like my ammo, hollow.
Self taught you brainless, scarecrow should be what your name is.
I’ll make sure you and your whole family die slow to show you all what pain is.
Hope you know, “you the only one here you embarrassing” with any of this.
You can quote me on this. Since it seems like u feel you should be quoting me, bitch.
so let me say this in good taste then,
Only taste you got is, the taste for semen.
I’m not even the reason you bleedin. so here’s a tampon, bitch you leakin.
It’s such a pity tho, you think that you’re so wonderful, but you actually pitiful.
Think you a big dog,but more like a chihuahua,just bark a lot and bite very little.
I am a pitbull my bite is stronger, so to die you wont have to wait much longer.
go ahead then, sit and ponder. remember my direction the wrong way to wander.
Leave you melted like a crayon, cover you with acid in the bed that you lay on.
Vaporize you before you even know what’s going on. poof! Bitch be gone!
Learn your fucking lesson, keep just keep yourself movin along.
Who really needs attention fool? To me your shit barely mentionable.
Tone you write with unbearable, even with a microscope you unnoticeable.
your demise is inevitable, and the only way you’ll die here is miserable.
To me this is just fun, but it’s so serious to you, So here’s a question for you. why so serious?
My words weight alone will crush you like a tin can, Leave you a crippled man.
Already foiled your whole game plan, I’m as heartless as the tin man.
Everyone know your type of man, because when you piss you don’t stand.
So stay seated bitch, Or this shit is gonna get out of hand.
U Not even close to being my homie, bitch you don’t know me, you just phony.
Your name should be Oscar Meyer cuz u mostly bologna.
So Next to you, not even Orville Redenbacher looks corny.
Shouldn’t say this, “I wouldn’t piss on you to put a fire out”.
that line is like your shit, it’s played out.
Amateurish at best is what you have laid out, Right now it’s your death you reading about.
Figured I should explain myself, cuz you can’t seem to figure me out.
You just like chinese food you getting taken out.

Boom, and with seconds to spare... I resurrect his career...
Your little "I'm so simple, it's pathetic" isn't perplexing, you hear?
It's fucking benign, this isn't the guy who rhymed
bluffing with fart in talking about my skill is retarded, I mean...
I've hardly have seen anything so contrite, that...
I don't even have the will, or motivation to write back.
Dude, quit. Your rubric of skill isn't moving, it's still...
stagnated, I'm sorry. That isn't improvement you feel.
I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt, you are falling behind.
You want to see where hip hop goes to die: check all of your lines.
Acknowledge that I'm pretty much polished, the rawest design.
You're Michael Bay after the Transformers franchise: far from your Prime.
I'd bet two cents you'd fall on a 'dime'.
Your ammo has no "point", it's a nub. So, in other words, it's still hollow, inside.
I mean, your overall problem, really isn't a problem with I...
You must have Dysphagia; it's no wonder you still can't 'swallow' your pride.
It doesn't take much to set me off, so when you do it?
Just be prepared. And you haven't been, based on what I am reading, here.
Preparation, in your case, for me would be a year.
If you executed your whackness? It'd probably reappear.
I see your fear, substance dwindling further... simple to begin with.
And that's saying a lot, since where it started from has been shit.
I guess assonance is something you haven't developed yet. I get it, bet
I'll catch you up to speed... then quickly deliver your second death.
You go on to use such a mediocre approach, It's laughable, dog.
The nerve of a peasant, feeling he can battle rap with a god.
Ah hell, blasphemy aside, though? Your lines, blow.
So much so, Johnny Depp felt it correct to have a supplied dose.
I blow minds, that's the difference. The only
thing perplexing to me? Is the fact you're still using repetitive schemes.
I'll do you a favor and make you look good. Yeah, attention away.
School yard mentality, looking at your elementary play.
Mentally depraved in every such way - I'm illusive, my...
Name play on your ass is the only chance that you U C I ...
You see, I... am much more of a formidable adversary...
Cause I'd build you up; but there's no architecture for that vocabulary.
You've been getting schooled, how does class feel?
Half off, leave with the rest, the text like a cash deal.
You simply aren't fucking with me, with that structure, you need
Punches... believe you're ringing it in, which is ironic, because there's nothing received.
Dial tone, but I got your number.
You're lacking shock value, while I'm dropping thunder.
The limbo of talent is something you're walking under.
You're not a gunner, you try to pop ...
And not even Dr. Luke can stop the blunder.
Leaking out - hope you got a plumber.
Anyways, I'll end this on a promising note... I'm obviously dope.
So look at this murder more as a blessing...
as you witnessing a flawless approach.

I witnessed you all smoke crack thinking anything is more dope
How you restore hope, when I run your mental prison
Where's your soap... It's on the floor by the drain
Bend over then ignore the pain, endure the flames
The cypher alumni I've ripped through at least four of them names
Would have done more if they came, I'm sure they lame
I'm sure in what I'm saying, I lay in waiting
Awaiting then take them out on there way in to their weigh ins
Cameras taking shots as word spreads, current vets nervous
These actors/fools try to play it cool on the surface
100's of bars at a time, like what's the fuckin purpose
16 is perfect, you write a bunch of shit and hope something sticks
I scroll past ya walls of text like it don't exist

- Ill finesse

Pfft ^


Exit stage left.... explode his brains all over the
mosaic art... you're not in my lane, I'm saying, so play your part...
You had 'em nerds online, gassing you, saying you're smart...
You said you lied in wait from the start... I did, too. So I can take you apart.
I'm sure time has passed since, thinking you're vet, but the facts elude you.
Cypher Alumni already left you wide open, and now we're just passing through you...
Funny how these kids think they can slingshot a rock to a giant...
Get crushed, easily - you still ain't gonna topple Goliath
Dropping the science, 1000 bars... you ain't cutting, at all.
I said 1000 bars... everyone of them still stuck to the wall.
You? Ill Finesse, skill is just...
a waste of a day... folding over characters now, they're paper-mache
Take 'em away... talking about showers, with men.
Fantasies seep through his pores... his prison cot used as a table, he had to sleep on the floors.
You really can't shine that dim flashlight with me on the boards...
Cypher Alumni eating, of course... any other team, gets ignored.
Your record says it all, dummy. I don't see how you're looking to king.
You're a puppet, Vincent and Sammy are still pulling the strings...
You must have me confused for these casual battling dudes
That's not me... trying to top, but you are not seen.
Don't got the moxie to outbox me, on my worst day...
School 'em with wording... this is the Turtle Kid, taking on Julius Erving.
Truly unnerving, my biggest fan trying to pursue me, in person.
But don't know what he got in store, we call that a dubious merchant.
In that note, you'll pay the price - that's an unusual purchase...
I got a resume of skewering nerds... you got a resume, but who wanna search it?
Nobody... stfu, n' stop signing off your name at the end...
Ill finesse - that ill finesse consists of "laying", with men.

You hearin the Dial tone, and gonna dial up my number on your phone? I say fuck that! I’m the type to just come to your home and put a bat to your dome. Either that or run up on you in a ski mask with a 45, with a barrel that’s all chrome.
Best part of it is, A hacker that’s a friend just told me what your current address is, so I’ll be watching you later. Fly myself out and move in with your neighbor.
Watching and waiting all the way to New Years. So you can start the new year with a bang, Bang, and the last thing you will hear are my gunshots up close to your ears.
Double tap to your head, so clean of a hit the police think only a professional could have done it. These are the reasons I have warned you not to fuck with me for, but you didn’t listen so you on the floor dead, idiot. So remember Everyone has a limit for bullshit, and you found mine then fucking exceeded it. Should’ve listened to my lesson I was giving, but your self taught so you didn’t think that you needed it.
So hopefully you are following along right now, and not dismissing this saying that reading it isn’t really necessary. That’s a good way to get yourself in casket, with your family in a sanctuary. Then six of them will have to lift you and carry, but soon there is going to be a lot more to bury.
Car bombs all waiting and ready for me to blow up the whole procession when it reaches the cemetery.
I watch with binoculars while you walk around like your wearing blinders, and constantly ignore my continual reminders. So my Punchlines go straight through you, like rings in paper aligned inside of binders. Tell your mom to watch all around her, I might be behind her waiting to snatch her and then send you her incisors.
Cut off her eyelids with razors, fingers with scissors, and her tongue with fingernail clippers. Making her look worse than anything seen, even at a murder scene of jack the ripper’s. Leave her buried where I already have 12 strippers, and somebody else’s mothers and sisters.
They say we writing books then drop some stupid shit, and sit around all night like they are rap’s King Kong. Fake motherfuckers don’t last too long, and they easily smashed like a ball for ping pong, they’re not very strong. Claiming they smoke more than cheech and Chong, but they just as retarded as frats boys with a beer bong. So now their end in nearing, it won’t be very long, till they are my captive getting tortured like they’re a p.o.w. In Vietnam.
Strange and indescribable,getting all together like I’m going tribal, follow me then and become my disciple.
Change is inevitable, plotting directions to get to the next level, take this as truth because it’s really all literal.
With lies you habitual, sacrificial implements of an ancient ritual, wounds will be mortal not superficial.
Gateways are opened unleashing darkness eternal, all the damages done to you from something infernal.
Death a for certainty, burning externally, and bleeding internally for all of eternity.
You should not fuck with me certainly, a pussy you be, you no mc. Best master of ceremony has got to be me, making U all c i b G, reading out cadences like marching in the army. You too weak to harm me, and you hardly alarm me. So how you think you can ever strong arm me, cuz you a fake I’m a snake you’ll never charm me. Constrictions tightening in, by flanking you I’m squeezing my enemy. Construction of what I am writing the gears of my machine powered by alchemy. Now You can’t escape me, I’ve focused all of my energy to eradicate you completely. Now how will you ever say you can defeat me? Claiming you will always be winning because of your approach, but right now I’m showing you the meaning of flawlessly. Leaving you in poverty suffering a deficiency for currency, forever and currently, a million volts of current in me. So you better curtsy like the bitch you be, and learn your lesson of humility. You have no chance to be anything but nothing to me, and comparatively you hardly competitive you so low energy. I’m high voltage and you a small battery, so how you ever thinking you’ll make an example of me. Uselessness is your specialty, but you dog that’s always barking at me about how great you be. But you really sounding like you More of a bitch than lassie, and I’m so high above you that you can never pass me.

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Man, fuck your walls of text. I am not at all impressed...
Cartoon-y approach, but I don't care what you're drawing next...
You're flawed, at best. Garbage, at worst.
The battle was over, the minute you started your verse.
Your lacking the drive... it's best you throw your car in reverse.
Didn't pay attention to one word (dumb herb)
Still leaving son served.... UV protection, don't care what this son, serve.
We don't agree, we don't understand, and we don't concur
Just some birds, flying south for the winter...
Arrow in the sky, now you're my dinner.
Narrow passage way, killing this clown when you enter...
Preemptive strike, cause I found your agenda out, you pretender!
Been lying to yourself... and to me, you're soft with the keys.
I'm confident I've been knocking your steez.
Jehovah Witness you open, I walk in, with ease.
You running your mouth, this is a walk in the park.
You're not really smart from the beginning your puns sounding like...
a shot in the dark... kill Kujo
been locked on the mark... target acquired: off with your bark.
Trying copy a vet. Cocky, and yet...
You're about as manly as Robert Arquette.
Saw a verse of mine, and probably got wet.
Pussies get diced. Look at these rights, you were shook
once they booked you to fight.
Nah, you were turbulence, once they booked you the flight!
Night/Night... you know how the story goes.
That basically means he spent two days, being comatose
November 15th was his last drop,
thought the battle was over.
Now he'll know Nov 19th as the day he's going back in a coma.
Hunched over his keyboard, looking like he's practicing Yoga.
I said it before, you lack the composure.
Your act like a poser, but in real life, it's worse
I consider these heinous acts a straight attack on our culture.
Bro, you're not worth the reply. But it's perfect, cause I...
can basically practice on you by giving your mediocre verses, a try.
You moonlight as a whack MC, so you can get this work on the side.
It was a body soon as the Coroner pulled the curtains aside.
Ugh. Ill Finesse don't want this work, neither.
This is leisure, to me. It's easy to me. Kill two birds with one stone,
I don't need to MC.
Two clowns, put in a shallow grave. Build a dirt road on the corpses,
I don't care how it's paved.
Bar for bar breakdown, or the verse as a whole - I'm serving 'em both.
Better learn from it, know Adrian has nothing on how I murder a 'joke'.
Both y'all niggas getting your "Rapbattles" permit, revoked.
Trying to turn on the Goat. I slaughter the sheep, until the herder is soaked.
UGH. Reply wit' some shit.
I got automatic fire equipped to burn your sire, to crisps.
Thought you were fire, but this requires a city evacuation...
1/6th of the squad, picking 'em off. - it's assassination.
Hold mass, by placing both of their caskets, facing
a cross from each other... boxed in, and covered... then bring Pastor Mase in.
'a-cross', get it. You loss: dead it.
Cause the boss said it... you flagging? Then catch a sub, like it's off Reddit.

Both y'all faggots walking in and out of the cypher,
don't know how to respond...
realize from the force you've which to mimic that the power is gone.
Now you belong in the void of the Sentry.
You die or you die - boy, so don't tempt me.
So much ammo to go, I plan to unload...
Texas shootout.... cannon ball, sleep on these cats, relaxed - I don't stand at all...
Cattle prod... slap-boxing, with the hand of god...
Walking in the sand with no worries, taking my sandals off...
Chilling vibes... it's cold in my circle...
the worst of them, will get vilified.
Disparaged, I embarrass competition, until they die.
Then still, I ride...
the mind of a menace, defining the inside
of his rhyming, for peasants.
While they're looking to the light for some kind of repentance.
Fuck em' both, is what I say...
this is the circle of doom.... the flowers grow on the top of concrete,
let's see if it's worth it to bloom....
This is Fantastic Four, throwing cursive, at Doom...
While he's on Latveria... possessing Beyonder's powers,
in his personal room...
It isn't working for you... bottom line...
Calling time... I stretch its hands in the opposite direction...
Fall into a time warp when you walk in this section...
Migo's, with that Offset aggression...
I demoralize both of your souls, watch me work...
Hands rinsed in the pond of believers - feel it's Gospel worth...
This got to hurt... even on painkillers, you're feeling this shit...
Tying the intestines to end of the same pen I ink syllables with...
Attila's pillaging shit, it's just best you leave no reply...
32 years in the snow: there's no one as cold as I.
Showing signs of macabre... piled bones
on top of the cascaded gold design... Autobots insignia, they know it's prime.
Lost souls on the cross roads, get hit with
- those 187 crossbows, right to their face...
If they had the drive, my guess they got their license replaced...
Makes no sense, the casino is mine...
This is like fighting with Ace... or the sinner, in confession
trying to right his mistakes...
building off of atheism, to model their faith...
Lobbing opportunity tied, but simply can't mod the restraints...
They try to body their angst...
It's not likely... telepathic, in nature - they'll need their top psyche.
All you faggots are not like me.
Probing my history, know it's a mystery.
Visceral momentum, built right to the top.
And I won't stop striking the spot, whether you are frightened, or not.
You kids simply aren't built to code...
your real estate is on mud-ed terrain... 3rd eye covered,
a shame it'll take you a lifetime to discover this plain.
Brother, I'm saying... you guys best diss for me?
Oh, he's on this site for too long...
Well, I've been nice with it, dog... And I'll be here until the fight in it's, gone.
Of course I've been here, for decades....
still... check how the honor reflects the skill... and
the onlookers wait for more, as momentum builds...
n' this pencil feels heavier and heavier with each ink plot...
And you two think you're fucking WITH ME??? NAH. I think NOT.


CypherALUM'!

Scrolls past some text..what's this mess, another one?
Well I'll just reply to the other one.....


I read it, it reads Ill finesse is the realest
I said it, it was written which makes it prophetic
These vets pathetic, after we wreck I got a connect on prosthetics
For all the alums residents, My intellect evident by the temperament of these temporary contemporaries
Who I intend to bury then I'll pretend it was scary
Emotionally scarred, then leave flowers in the cypha like it got hit by a car, I swing hard like if 5's the par, you the most vocal so you can die as a martyr, hallelujah
For those who are self taught its time I school ya
With a #2 pencil I can smack the shit out of you with a ruler
Might send a virus to harm your computer
In person I'm worse than an armed intruder
Look you dead in your eyes and you would see the future
Then we'd agree that you need a tutor
You just wanted to dance with your father again, I see ya Luther

- Ill finesse

Damn... that was quite anti-climatic.



Then again, I'm not surprised.
I crossed his T's, I guess I'm back to dot his eyes.
I guess he's back in the cypher, dropping lies.
Not that wise, because I read it my dude...
You're number #2, so it makes sense you'd have a pencil to the standard we've proceeded you to.
Yes, you believe in the 'rule'... I don't deserve
to face with this, scrub... dropping below par, I throw bars that will take him above.
1/6th of the squad, I said it before... don't
need the team to do it... I know you've seen the blueprint, but
figured out it was deemed exclusive...
You seem reclusive, I know... too many Joe's
moving in a room... excuse what I show... cause I'd rather wear
my pride on my sleeve, then to lose to you hoes...
You're so simple, it boggles my mind... what's worse than seeing you sign off
with your name... I don't know, the rhymes that you claim?
They gotta come close off the zoo when this lion is slain.
I'm lying, he's a pussy - but it's kind of the same.
Why? because he tries to be 'mane'. But it gives me the opportunity
to kill 'em, so... I can't complain.
Indoctrinated by false prophets, implanting inside of his brain...
I don't roll with the lingo...
Get a shot on the head, I said I have been Pro...
You kneed to focus, f'real... signing your name on the end...
I'm saying your pen, and everything that comes with it? Is pretty lame with that trend...
Talking about dancing with the father, again...
these steps are too advanced for you, rook...
You've fallen off the platform with the chances you took.
I tutor the tutor: get it straight... I know
it's hard to feel your bars are for real... but you ain't cutting the cards,
so it's harder to deal.
those emotional scars aren't something that karma can heal.
Word... once you're in striking distance, it's hard to escape...
Can't move out of those hardened restraints...
Knocked you out of contention, soon as you started the race...
I take your garbage facade out of the pictures
n' real bars get replaced...
So, target erased... you have no backbone...
sitting in a garden of snakes...
I have no interest in the tales you are telling...
You say you scrolled past the lines, but you fail to forget it..
Sounding stale,
throwing out of the game... your head leaves, but the crown will remain.



- Celph


Damn, I do that better, too.