Freestyle Cypher

Hi, this shit is tired, but
The lords will give it light quick as flint igniting the olympic fire
The seconds ticking by, been a minute since I've been inspired
We're a dying breed, the plot of 100 in a different light
Split in tribes, disregard survival till we fizzle dry
I think it's 6 lines minimum to hit reply
Hate the direction this is going *blow a kiss goodbye*

They say I’m past my prime, to me that’s just asinine
When I’m still able to out write y’all over half the time
I go tit for tat with the most vicious Katz to craft a rhyme
Y’all laugh but can’t even get passed the first draft
Of your rap, I curse when I spit y’all just cursed
with every rehearsed word that you spit
Every verse that you commit too is on the verge
Of sick, I emerge sick with each slick perge of diction
I reek of conviction when I get the urge to hand a sentence
And convict em. I’m insane with the flow these average joes
The victims. I should be chained and forbidden
From exchanging my venom and endangering citizens
If you see me remain calm, I can only hurt you with a dang song...

I remove the strings from the puppet master,
telling em' to "hang" on... the dialect from which this slang spawns
is perplexing, to some. But text has begun
a momentum, representing the slums... the upwards potential becomes
a benchmark to which the mental succumbs.
And that makes me happy, indeed.
Mastering, speed, breaking from the shackles to be actually free.
And slowly removing yourself from the slack you don't need.
I'm channeling a demigod.
The pen is a chain of events I've been setting off.
Foundations crumble under the weight of the power; don't expect to get across.
This is food for thought they will never toss.
Sepiroth reigns, again.
Exchanging freedom of range through emceeing, I'm saying,
Ain't no need for explaining...
See the indention of the solstices, seen on the pavement.
Believe in an ancient being who takes his craft serious enough
to kill, as he is weaving a statement...
All you can do is acknowledge the movement that y'all are in tune with.
Metronomes that are drawn from acoustics
neurons create patterns through language, but it seems like psycho babble, to you.
The type to dabble into varying trades...
That are still scary, a maze more Uncharted, than Nathan Drake.
You move out of the spotlight, they're here to take your place
It's not up for debate... the distinction is basic traits...
Face to Face... a black mamba that just snapped on ya.
Your ass is a goner. A baptism; blood splashes the water.
Natural disaster, a part of the manual while they're asking for karma.
Since the passion for the art in this day in age is like an act of dishonor.
Backwards, it's harder to navigate the path to a harbor.
Or even connect. They disagree because they simply can't believe in it, yet.
But it's all behind the scenes of the net.
If they aren't green, then why do they seem so upset?
Those shattered dreams, scatter across your feet as you scream for respect.
It's not a dream to me, is a set...
of aspirations I've been working towards...
That's what these verses are for...
I simply rap in my spare time, but some how it's worth it, on boards
to express myself, cause it's personal, more
for those that are lurking the forums... searching to silence the precursor of boredom.

I’m recording..
Composition inflicting damage on the competition
I’m famished, but full of myself, a contradiction
That fits together, it’s constant writtens, spittin
So outlandish, hittin rythems when I’m triggered
My bite it bigger than my roar I ain’t lion when I pride
Myself for hunting with a pen and exploring excessive force
Never take for granted the reservoir of youth that restores
My revenue, I’m ahead of you lyrically, mentally
I appear to be categorically deading you, I’m elite
A predator that seeks to sever your throat, bleed.
You’ve never wrote a clever verse that lead to a quote
Read, from the goats, breathe, your relieved of your role
We need, to patrol the forums and take lead of the whole
Site, overdose, I’m the dope that can bring up the whole site
Amphetimine with verbs we don’t need no pipe
I’m the king of text, fuck the control verse I’m bringing the fight
And ringing the necks of these herbs disrespecting the mic
I’m having sex with these words and caressing it’s curves
If I have to come back and get aggressive for pressing my nerves
Just remember nobody will miss you if I stress the issue
Dig a ditch and leave a nimble bitch depressed with issues
You’ll just be a rejected kid, another one I sent the message too
Don’t resent the messanger I just meant to mess with ya
It’s evident my presence is overdo, let go dog it’s over dude

I’m bored of these whack emcees that’re lackin steeze
On the track and try to seize the plaque for free
They don’t pack no heat, hungry, shit, I rap to eat
Y’all spit trash I extract daps from the beats I smash
I’ve mastered the art in this craft, Picasso with brash
Writing that clashes with titans igniting mass excitement
Lightening strikes fast but y’all just a splash of oil
In a pan that passes and spoils your plans in the lab
Like your fans roll over and laugh cause your bad
I’m the king call me royal when y’all glance in my direction
I’m like a snake the way I coil for the fangs to make connection
Infected pens y’all better detect the hints and sever ties

Im back on the keyboard, rappin a Steeze for the passion
I’m packin the heat, sure, just crafting to restore
The motivation and drive, the standing ovations that I’ve
Received and delivered can’t be left to stagnation and die
I thrive under thunderous roars, crowds loud wonderous force
The new age can’t hold a light to the past and fight for the torch
I can’t stand the sight of the whack and confinement they sport
I’d invite em to chime in on this track but they’d just bite
And try to extort the pride and recognition that’s not rightfully for em
So I might be spitefully cyphering out of trifling boredom
But this forum needs a resuscitation of emcees on board...

Soon as we record...
Well, I mean me, of course.
You see a force likened to Anakin Skywalker...
- lifting his saber. The meticulous nature in which
I write, is restricted to paper.
The picture I paint is indicative of ubiquitous anger
- lifted from... uh, where I lifted it from...
It's significant, the shit I've done just by simply
- dropping a written on top of this. It begun...
to come off as a vision... they just watch it n' listen...
Confident isn't even enough to describe the sort of thought that imprisons
my ability to talk to you, pigeons.
Y'all seeming lost in the prison, right now.
Lights out... it's a 'shock' to the 'system'....
the Hexadecimal complex is a smidgen, comparing Taut wit' you kids, and
talking as if what you're dropping is wisdom... I scoff at it,
a lot like Viktor did at the Lycan clan.
Despite his age, they know they can't fight the man.
Walking the Underworld, like Michael, damned.
Fighting his hybrid DNA of Vampire & LYCAN STRAND!!!
Jesus... if you watched the movie....
You'd know the thought is truly the reason why they feel Taut's unruly.
Exhibit A, like Electronica.
The thought of a... being, walking among a commoner, hasn't dawned on 'em...
-yet. Y'all will probably forget how iconic the drops were...
DoseBlotter dropping back in the days is like the blueprint... y'all
latched to, cause you were 'entrapped' in the craze...
The template. It was practical. A weapon, of sorts....
As soon as you stepped into that rap, it was angst...
So, I'd like to actually thank... the academy, for
... passing it's rank.... still a classic, like Ratchet & Clank.
Straight to the hatchet, I bank
on this acid straight crashing the plank!
Real talk, aside from the basics...
I am comprised of the matrix.
My mind is a designers oasis, of a guy that's outside of restraints.

and i come in and outta the ranks/
whenever i feel like clamping down on the slot/
do this in my sleep as if i popped an ambien down and i jot/
ima diease..try and cure me/
basically my mics tyson and yours is tyson fury/
writing purely for the love of the cypher/
crush amateurs with an abundance of fire/
ya DJ is like "webays" son from the wire/
what i mean is HE GAY plus he aint tough enough or a ryder/
fuckin goofy- just salute me when i enter your vision/
flow like snow white winter has risen/
when you see up walkin on your block beware/
cocky air about me giving you that BAKI stare/
this battle would not be fair/
your gang flag is the same color as tekashi's hair/

Now I'm an O.G...And what has got me here
Be on or off wax, got that Miagi-flair
Wrist on ice like hockey players
Can't knock these haters, they would not exist if I not be be favored
A long kiss... Sing you a sweet lullaby
The snub will fly and turn a thug mummified
BITCH, see you on the otherside, catch you at the crossroads
Pull up on you there, watch you run in fear
I be like "thought so" on sight it's auto
Eastern motor ya jawbone with a combo and a side of mambo
D.C. baby!!! Smoke on different strains daily
Got my own grow, upwards the shits scaling
Pay less than they do in Toronto
At harvest time I'm the honcho, tell a bitch to pack a poncho
Make it rain, get some brain, then I'm ghost

- Ill finesse

- Like Omari, my pen approach is volatile.
Gotta be honest, now. What you're seeing is a lot of style.
Right down to the flashy attire.
You have to admire the skill acquired, f'real - it's the 'casual' desire
.. to thrill. Cat's been fire, but chill.
Just getting started, mate. They can't barter... straight-
for their throat. It's been no joke, like the Carter wait.
Yeah... eyes on the throne. Watching it.
Glaring at it. Feel like the heir, I had it.
They're scared, I'm prepared to take em' to new heights...
Used mics have become aerobatic, when near combatants.
All I see is red, like I'm clearing traffic.
Don't need me to stop. Unlike traffic lights though, I know
I need my green at the top.
Believe it, or not, I'm feeling like Morgan Freeman in Bruce Almighty...
in your conceivable thought...
Cause there simply isn't a being like Taut.
Nor close to it... a conduit, of sorts.
Channeling witticism, on students with concepts beyond music.
Why limit yourself?
Why limit yours. Celph? Not gonna limit his.
Images they're drawing up for you little kids.
Short attention spans, dwindling further.
Even now, as I'm writing.
Dwindling down, the teenage crowd is enlightened.
Reading aloud to this verse, as they're browsing this site, and...
in hours, excitement shocks their nerves quicker than showers of lightning!
Ugh... that's that "woke" feel.
Feel that shiver in your bones chill, like cold steel.
They know, still... their perception is grainier than old film.
That's why they're knocking the hustle.
Feeling confident, muscle flexing... I def' jam on you haters, like
you're talking with Russell..
My entourage with the gusto, if you're wanting to tussle.

I was born a Libra/Virgo cusp tho, runs amuck so
I'm not the one to fuck with, the way I run shit is mystical
I Chris Paul you lames with the digital pick n roll
Then pick apart any formidable individuals soul
Damn son I'm Shang Tsung holding the game ransom
The final exit, the last boss, after me they run the credits
Most of my enemies leave needing prosthetics, they all pathetic
I train in desert terrain to deliver khabib like leg whips to maintain position
To knock the opposition out of commission or into submission
Every fight is different, won't catch me slipping I pack a piston
Sometimes I use it as diction
Sort of a picture paints a thousand words extension
Enough to unnerve 10men
Send men to Hell like Nathan Drake in Yemen
Double snake heads on my headdress
Real nigga shit let's address, clues to progress
Exclude the nonsense, who's the prophet
I'm pretty damn sure it's not the whores who choose to profit
Logic tells me God... That's it
All that other stuff mostly magic, bad habits
Lead by bad people who feel we unequal
Then in the next breathe say we one people
Then why ain't Jesus black
It doesn't matter right, well as a matter of fact
If Jesus was always black would white people attend
Would slavery have happened, how long must we pretend
If Jesus really come back who would recognize him then?
Let's get religious, America created Israel with people who was not indigenous
The holy war been going on and we are not just witnesses
We in the thick of it, the reasons why just tip of it
Classified but obviously of significance..

is'nt this just a game of name callin'/
fake ass james baldwin fame stalkin lame talkin/
i call it flame gawkin when i'm rehearsin fire/
these words can be used against you like they were heard from the wire/
i love the mumble rap- its the ones who claim they hot/
aint sold a single ki/key but say they got the game on lock/
im just a regular joe" in line for the famous spot/
i will "budden" you and turn ya chick into a famous thot/
yipes! dont cross the line thinkin the grass is greener/
you can ask tina/
takin an ass beatin will make ya ass meaner/
wash the windows to my soul with glass cleaner/
that just makes my vision keener/
like "MGK" you only commencing dissing with the nina"/
techn9ne-respect mines- i've texted the best lines/
who else is writing the most quotes/
better yet who else is writing with no ghost/
besides the cypher alumni i cant vouch for it/
now place a band-aid on ya ass and write "ouch" on it/

fat as fuck just finished a 3x3 from In-N-Out
animal fries with extra spread leaves me nearly dead and fishin out
Chillin in the crib watching Yankeez vs. Sox
But my team is the Dodgers, the fuckin kingz of the batters box
I know this shit is wack but I haven't spit in years
But I'm not afraid to flow Sobe doesn't have no fears
this is just a warm up I'm jumpin back in the game
ready to dominate because you lames are all the same

me and sobe on that same shit/
i feel like the games lit and blunted/
i came with a hundred/ while you lames is redundant/
you know the same shit i come with-who is me?/
i'm as cool as schooly D- a ruthless Luffy D.../
monkey- wanna jump me?- ya crew will truly see/
i lump meat on chump geeks to prove to you im G/
damn, homie-
in high school i was a fan homie/
but now im better than you/
severin' crews plus i'm a veteran too/
you irrelevant, fool/
i'm so nice without having to attend etiquette school/
if you ever see me,RUN or BB gun pellets'll move/
i guess im in a machiavellian mood/
kicked out the game so i'ma start sellin it to dudes/

Vincent is my first name too, but with no smiles, I hurt lame crews
Muthafuckas get wrecked when they hit the deck dodgin bottles of booze
chugging brews is what I do, rich like jews but I never snooze
hustling 24/7, engine revin, I'm full of juice
Still feel fat as fuck, just mad as fuck, I'm in a rut
my girl's laying on the bed talking but I just wanna fuck