Freestyle Cypher

alot of these rappers are complete doo doo
Shaka Zulu Bull Horn formation watch it maul through crews
stab'em with despair. nah stab them with the spear
hold'on, stab'em with diss paired with life lessons to last'em for a year
shift the fuckin gear. i'm mamba in the clutch.
2x4 to the mug, now let me see you rhyme with no tongue
handling this shit like Kyrie or Allen in his prime
i'll give u seventy-six reasons to never fuck with my kind
or a green 4 leaflet to jot down next of kin when ur soul's touching the sky

Take ya slut. Bust a nut in her eye.
She was sucking it dry.
Luckily I... left before she could fucking reply.
"What's up with this guy"? I'm down in the dumps.
But don't get it twisted,
I'll trash you with ease. Janitor's assets,
I'm still a classic with keys.
Fantastic, I seize every particle of life you got.
Whether you like it or not.
They're steady typing, I shot through the window,
with the rifle, then cocked...
the right hand, like I was Pac.
And you were Lil Xan, saying some shit.
But as SOON as they get confrontational, "I'm just playing! He's lit!"
And that's as typical as those conversations will get.
They don't think of the ramifications of it.
All of you cocky queers, fighting with the possy,
fear your change colors, like Tekashi's hair.
But I'm more scarier than a Heihachi stare.
Or the moment you were misbehaving, n' your
grandma gets up out of that rocking chair.
Or Apollo's "There.... 's no tomorrow" , here... removing
of photo of the two of em' off of Rocky's mirror!
Ugh. I'm on a different plane.
Watch your title claim get stripped away.
Your ride is low, call you Triple A.
I take your style n' spit it out in the crowd, like I was Triple H.
reciprocate the fact I'm whipping your ass, then let you pick a state.
Or a map, for that matter, damn it!
It doesn't matter, you'll get an organic taste.
Of this candid ass kicking, till' it
feels like I ran a race.
Fuck the tutorial, I got the plan embraced.
From the Cloverfield camera shakes
to the canon of the Final Fantasy families stakes.
You've never met a more enduring rapper.
You'll probably have a heart attack if you thought of that.
You'll probably wanna rap, but I won't let you.
I'll even have the sound guy check you out, to make it authentic.
Then direct you straight to the exit.
This is my party, bitch. And you're not making the guest list.
Hell, you'll be lucky to even know it's going down.
But oh, you know it now.
Fast forward and slow it down. But don't worry, there's a lot of
fake invites to go around.
I'm a go to town, like I was living remotely.
Consider this only a bit of the flow living in ole me.
Giving you what the normal civilians don't see.
Syllables spill on top of the syllabus till hoes leak.

So don't speak. Unless you're spoken to.
Doper to the point, my joints are given to a chosen few.
Looking down on competition, here's the overview.
Look at me now. Haven't made it to center stage, but hey it took you a while.
Crooked, the smile is nefarious. Hook it in, while...
My enemies throw bottles to my feet, and then book in a crowd.
You might learn something. What if I threw a book in the crowd?
All those who were straight faced before are shook of him, now.
That's what generating a following does. All they're set to do
is wallow, because I spent my entire RB tenure, calling out scrubs.
My accuracy at rapping a key is actually thee' benchmark
they're tapping to see, like Bojangles.
Straight to the chase. No angles. Don't get your hoe strangled.
Over this battling shit. I've been adamant with this pen, since I dabbled in it.
Court drama, the impact is enough to cause the gabble to lift.
The gift of gab. Traveling. Rip, your cattle to bits.
That top spot you have? THAT don't exist.
I walk within the parallels of pain. I can tell you one thing: Hell is the same.
Envious names write about me, making jealousy claims.
They ain't gelling, I'm saying they rock Bill Belamy's game.
Picture perfect. I can tell they're still developing frames.
Well, make sure you get one with me smiling, bish.
Violent, wish you all would even try to diss the other side,
they wonder why that is. Asking what I'm working for?
Already have purpose, more or less just working the circuit board.
My worth, applauded in different forms. Kick the norm
Off of the paper, you are getting warned.
Frieza in his second form. Towering over , how does the holder
Have the power show ya such impressive scores?
"I reckon it's just his force"
Why yes, of course. I have to step in with girth. I'm guessing you checked his shorts?
The size of a hippo.
Why are you fickle? Ain't nothing funny. Who you trying to tickle?
I have been sick, so rhyming is nil.
I'm dying to feel home. I'm in the chill zone.
Piling up warriors, on the veranda.
Inside of my kill zone. I fire until no... one's alive. There's no surviving this skill, bro.
You can try and you will know.
I'm as violent as, ah fuck it... I'm done wit' the scheme.
It's like I died and woke up in Punisher's dream.

There's a rock, and there's a hard place - I'm somewhere between.
Wondering, seems I am the only one in these genes.
It's a shock, though. I open my head and then let my thoughts go.
Colossal. Bone Thugs & Harmony walking the cross roads.
- with large pupils, looking scary like. I'm ignorant, to an extent.
I don't want to hear advice. So touch down - Jerry Rice.
I'm maxed out of fucks to give, so where's the price?
None to be seen. You're hardly stomaching me, let alone running between.
I'll fist fuck you with Cable's arm.
Yeah, your rectum will resemble Pride Rock.
It's such a high drop to get off my cock.
Hope you equipped yourself with bungee cords. Such a "humongous" force.
I yell, Cowabunga 'fore I loosen my summer shorts!
We're going skinny dipping. What's the dress code?
Sex, bro. So get yo.. birthday suit and let's go...
right to the nudist expo. I bust a translucent nut
on your ex's chest so that both of her breasts glow!
You'll see her shining like Destro. Yikes.
And she'll be smiling away. But you'll have so much nut in her
- mouth, you won't make out what she's trying to say.
I'll ask her "what was that?", and as soon as she tries
to reply I'm gonna spray so much fucking semen
inside her, she'll beg to give her vagina a break.
That was an eye opener, 'cause I am awake.
The fuck are you dying to make?
Eggs, bacon? Look at me, head shaking.
First order of business is getting this bed straightened...
I'm not kidding you. We gotta make this livable.
Look at the shit that I scribble, though.
Opposite of an imbecile. A winner, so visceral in getting known.
He'll go to great lengths in embarrassing you.
Then go the extra mile to get your fucking parents in, too.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Chocolate Milk

Everybody in this thread sucks big dick
That's not a punchline. That's real facts

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Damn, lemme address it now. They ain't expect it now.
Told em' he's heading up. I guess I gotta let em' down.
No, ya know. Fall to the floor, spilled milk.
They saw it, for sure. And the Milkman was calling for more.
Chocolate milk. You're not ready for what these thoughts have built.
A lot of skilled marksmen who've tried to take it, and all were kilt.
Scottish man. They ain't want me to kill you though, but I probably am.
You shouldn't have said NUT'N. But I saw it, fam'.
So apologize, for the sake of your livelihood. You try me, ya size
don't match up to mine - that's Elijah Wood.
Speaking of wood? I'm deep in your hood - Mechanic work.
Planted dirt, for your burial, but it has to be organic, first.
Holy water pouring; damn, it's church!
You decided to talk? No denying it, thought-
You'd be smarter than that, guess that's a sign that you're not.
Fucking idiot, figured you can hide it from Taut?
Figured it'd be buried, again. Well, that's where your arrogance lives.
Cause I'll certainly dig deep. Even up shit's creek.
I kick the shit like it's mystique. It's a game of
whooping ass musical chairs, and I'll whoop your ass no matter WHICH SEAT!!!
So stay gassed. Or better yet? Predict the future
and book a flight a day of a plane crash.
With your gay ass. I got you to Go? Ku. I drop with a Super Saiyan crass.
Old school villain, tie your ass to the train tracks.
Wait till the train pass. "You mean you were outside?"
No, silly, I had me a train pass!!
The fuck do I look like? Chocolate Milk? See?
That bitch ass mouth of yours got you killed. Nonstop, I will drop, for real.
Popping pills. On point, like a Michelle Obama still.
Personified modest skills, but ironic, feel
I'm a God, for real. Messiah saw
from the Midas draw. Might as well go and write a blog.
They can't deny it, dog.
You'll get a wired jaw, like Ye'. I fire off.
Robert Paulson, you'll die with a sign saying, "I am Bob".
But not even Fight Club can acquire this kind of dialog!!!!
Fucking Chocolate of all flavors?
Why? Sweet af. But I'll say you're "ite".
Ready Player One - this is the game of your life.
Whether your gun shoots off, it'll be the same as this knife.
Surgeon precision. You better learn to just listen. Enough of the talking.
Roam cities where even black folks don't feel comfortable walking.
Legit bad ass, in every language. Rosetta that.
Next time you stick your neck out at me? It's not leaving with the head intact.

I enter war mode tryin to get slices of cake
G's can't see me wit my ice that's irate
I put that gold in my ear near my face
go to war in the court room of my beat case
Call me tuxedo blade when I'm fightin these G Men
your body feels like a cold winter the bad season
I kill with raps to the point I'm commititin treason
takin these suckas to war for no reason CUZ I'M CAESAR

The rhyme appeaser.
Why they acting like this isn't fire?
It is. And you're witnessing it. It's ridiculousness.
Rob Dyrdek, n' all that. So fall back.
While you're picturing this. And you're wishing that it didn't exist.
Pfft. Not only does it exist?
But the repercussions of it, is destruction, eclipse your functioning wits.
Puncture your wrists, n' nail you to a burning cross
on a white nationalists lawn. And then laugh until the ashes are gone.
Right about the crack of dawn. Killer a cracker.
Stomp em' out, like a Mastodon. Get in his head, like a classic song.
"This is America" - nah, but it's close.
They can't fathom the sudden approach, because they're toast.
Dethrone any king that you have on that chair.
I just, have to appear... I'm classical, here.
That bastard, tell em' the rapture is near.
Boom bap in your ear. You have to just hear me say it, because it captured in era.
And that's the facts you're scared of.
Tippy-toe around it. You know it's grounded. So profound, so you know they doubt it.
Fuck your trending topic. Pfft. I'd rather go without it.
Never will I be at peace, until the wicked is deceased.
Piece of mind for each rhyme, while I'm breaking it down.
No escaping it now. I am taking the crown.
All you vagrants can now belly up. Huh. You going tell me what?
Say it louder, speak from the gut.
You keeping secrets for what? Rob you for every cashew got
if you don't believe I'm a "nut".

Ugh. Why lie to myself?
Like I'm denying my health. This rat race for acquiring wealth
Will make you go insane. Explode your brain
like an overdose of Novocaine. You dose and you dose,
in hopes that it goes away.
Messages upon messages, I'm pressing delete.
A recluse for a long time, restless, asleep.
Waking up late nights, clenching my chest as it beats
Short breathes, I release.
I guess depression is what it is destined to be.
Eyes closing. I'm always wishing that it can stop.
All the pills I pop, until I drop.
Wake up, stomach aches. Acid, they say.
Tremors, shaking, more capsules today.
No Advil - Antacids at play.
No pun intended, it's a lot for me to digest.
No pun intended, so I have to get it off my chest.
A race against time, is a race to no finish line.
Your health only goes one way - and that's "In decline".
Whether it's fruitful for the most part, or deteriorating
It's infuriating. Hear me complaining.
I did it to myCelph. Celph destruction.
No health to function. No mental gumption. Only self assumptions.
Dying already... I'm seeing him near.
I look lean in the mirror, but fear the evil and terror
Inside of me. Running rampant, "I can't breathe" - Eric Garner.
I'd rather be Eric Bana, though. That Bruce Banner flow.
Like Anna Nicole, I'm rotting to the core.
But on the outside? I'm smiling and waving, trying to behave it.
It's hard though, when you know that your mind ain't adjacent.
Actively, you try to embrace it.
Pupils dilated. Abdominal pain. Vision problems,
feeling nausea, again. I know something is going on in my brain.
But it's hard to explain. Go to the doctors
Try to talk to them, and if you don't have the right words for them? They can't help you.
Or they misdiagnose you, and tell you
it's all in your head. So you're dozing off in your bed, coughing instead.
Popping in meds', praying that you fall asleep.
Anxiety crawls beneath, tinnitus strikes a pulse, then beeps.
It's fucking crazy I'm still alive, really.
Overeating for a long time, as a way to fulfill me.
All of this, compensating for a lack of character.
No social interactions or what you're aware of, the outsiders just stare at ya.
All of this acting, and really, they don't care for ya.
They'd rather watch you burn, then light your fire.
And I'm the type of person, or at least I was, who'd accept it.
Became cynical, truly expressing emotions I was suppressing.
Guess I learned a viable lesson.
Don't fucking compromise your bottom line.
Be on the offensive end, all the time.

I think I like this... wait, I KNOW I do...
Cultivated rhymes then I'm takin' 'em to you.
It's been a minute since I rapped on records spinnin'
I guess it's close enough to bless the boards where most just make us grimace
I'm breakin' hands of all of y'all in case you're tryin' to type
Provin' there ain't nothing to my claims behind the hype
That's right, I said it... ...un-level headed
Some skills come easily, but rhymin' smooth, ya'll can forget it
It's choppy when I flow, but you can't stop me ever though
Your girl will wash me head to toe while I test postures with the ho
The bubble gum in rap is getting troublesome, in fact
I'm sure misogynists will spit with cucumbers in their ass
Self inflicted pegging... a sport supported strong
By the keyboard clickin' cunts that never have recorded songs
I'm playin' with ya'll, mostly... There's a little truth in jest
Nice to share the smoky flows I'm posting from my desk

Yes, ingest raw flesh, like Hannibal.
Damn, if life is an exotic beach this must be the anecdote.
My life is downhill, I guess it was in the plan he wrote.
So much negativity, they're just shoving it down my throat.
So foul, I choke. Smell a burning carcass.
These words are exerted darkness. Observe the cartilage.
I deserve to be part of this. As much as you'll learn what an artist is
From ambiguity. You'll see the bigger picture's a mystery.
While you're just getting the gist of me.
Take, for example, this lesson in history.
Essence is principle, expressed into intervals.
Messages simple, though. The Everest of ever since middle school.
getting into fights, but feeling life as it whistles through.
My fire's in plain sight. I say that it ain't right.
Thinking how they strife. Looking for a higher calling.
Trying to find a god, and... inside of "Messiah's" garden.
They wanna buy the market, but can't even pay
last months rent on their High Rise apartment.
So it's back to paying student loans with a youthful glow of ambition.
Closed the doors, don't know exactly what their missing.
Sleek inhibitions, wishing for their wife in the kitchen.
While watching Inside Edition on their 4K Televisions
It's a cold world, they say. Wear a jacket, or you'll freeze the death.
They say Satan's so close nowadays, he can see you sweat.
Just pray to Jesus, and your sins evaporate.
As long as you follow the catholic faith, but I don't wanna get into THAT debate.
My heart weeps, and I've been feeling sad lately.
I think it's depression. Can't really fathom what this ink is expressing.
Some moments I feel up, then some moments I feel weary.
Anxiety is scary, but depression is much more baring.
In comparison. So much reflections that mirror it.
Staring around a room, as more faces glare in embarrassment.
It's paramount to take charge, but the battery feels low.
Like real low, don't even know if it'll still go.
Beeps. I only feel normal when asleep.
When my mind rests is when everything feels like it's at peace.

I'm out of practice, patience,
practically pacing places
I used to display scripts
playing with basics because
my statements are chasing expectations
reality rationalizes as complacent.

I'm in a mood

Fresh sweat from the stress
compiling in my chest
got the best of my interest
distracted from what's been blessed
I need positivity,
the Holy Trinity,
God the true Divinity
I'm soul invested to infinity
Let go, Let God --
it's so hard, but just let it be

Let it free

That's truth to live by.

Warm up. Write I write to provide insight to the mind like distance and time combined I fuse the two intertwined a rope to strangle and choke every bloke or block for an artist I shock those that’s heartless or think they’re the smartest when they’ve not even practiced just lazy like laying all day on a mattress at last I’ve run so fast can’t catch this no matter how far or near they are to the athlete’s fast feet running to the finish line like a godly Olympian I race to raise the torch time to crown the champion like Samson I slaughter the lion hike all the way up to the peak of mount Zion and snowboard downhill chased by an avalanche that can’t kill I ‘cause I can’t keep still I’m still steel willed though [I] don’t steal weed or dope or speed I’m blessed never in need unless I bleed need a nurse not a curse ‘cause I still got to spit a verse or converse with you unless you ignorant too so be cold you can sleep in an igloo I’ll be warm like an iguana in the wild instead of a zoo or an underwater aquarium O.o? swimming with the fishes while eating sushi it’s delicious… random shtuff XP XP XP

It’s the ill lyrical electrician musician with a vision composing verses with the ever oh so natural intuition leaving onlookers awed in wonder at my lyrical impression no can never be impersonated duplicated or outrightly hated just appreciated (*breathes in*) what can I say? I made it I state it unignorable I’m a hundred percent original artistical it’s too much it’s too much uncontainable I have surpassed the infinite I’m never letting go paid a high price for this skill went mentally ill locked up in a cell damn nearly lost my will to live spirit broken crushed and choking on words half spoken writing this is damn near exhausting… but I got through it… now I’m basking in God’s blessings greatest treasure no can never be lost or stolen

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Yo...

Strap yourselves in and listen, newest edition of what you been missing, then after I'm done spittin' you'll all be awe, Me Sippin' Lipton.. See where I was born its tradition, hip-hop to me is not fiction it's how I'm livin', so I'm not feeling the directions being set by our children, I'm not hating on you making millions, I'm hating how your mistakes is Satan's fulfillment, The music you making you claim it's crack, you get a little fame then they sing it back.. They, not just the adults but the kids, at an age way too young to know what it is, you don't give a shit, you blame it on the parents or whoever you choose, then blame Michael Jordan because it must be the shoes, or it must be the news, or maybe Donald trump? That's ridiculous, if Hillary won we'd be in the same predicament without the sense of we in the thick of it, now I'm not here to shame the ignorant, but to reclaim where our visions at, my niggaz this is rap...

-ill finesse

(Written over duppy instrumental)