Freestyle Cypher

So don't ignore the onslaught... it's coming, momentarily.
You don't have to care for me. I don't even care,
but what is here? Will be.. slightly defiant.
Come 'ere. Try to fight with a giant. You fucking bitch, I don't like the compliant.
The blood spilling out of you is what I'm writing my rhyme with.
My service is taking property - I even frighten my clients.
But I'm likened to violence, it's kind of peculiar.
Rhyming I fuel your ambition to type. But you know it's over once
I pick up this mic. So listen, alright?
There's simply no way you're making it out this, alive.
Even if you had the power to ride, you'll get devoured, and I
- won't even have the courtesy to arrange funeral services.
It'll just be a trash can and instruments that I used to murder with.
Copernicus. The developing plain in which these words exist.
I sit back, inside of the office while you observe the niche.
You little nerdy bitch! Come mince words with the king.
Get out of class, you ain't learning a thing.
Your soul will get pressed n' then turned into bling.
Right down to the wallet, though. Yelling adios! Your body toast.
Then, I'll probably 'Ghost , like Omari.
You, a threat? A ha. Yeah, hardly.
I fucking doubt it. Come hustle with Sonic, both of these Knuckles 'bout it.
We can even go as far as betting a hundred thousand.
"Doesn't play well with others" should be carved in the side of my flesh.
Tell reality TV this is as live as it gets.
Cardi B, Fashion night, in the press.
What a frightening mess!
Uh, the type to address any fisticuffs with this dick, to suck.
While you flick your nipples, huh.
You cuckold! Your freaking slut, I tell 'er to LICK IT UP.
She's yelling, "That's the bomb".
Could have asked Saddam... your girl, gets put
where her ass belongs... getting anal on Blacked.com
There's quite no other person to cover your hearse
in decorative pics... n' yell an F word worse than an expletive blip.
If I'm causing a scene, it's OK cause you're not the director of shit!
So until that day? Just expect to get ripped, liked Flex Wheeler...
or get left in a ditch.
How many words will come out of me now?
Fucking wireless. Ain't no way you can power me down.
Drag your name through the dirt. Dig up your grave than revert...
your brain. Cause I got the perfect aim.
Whether Oxycontin or Xanax, bitch, it still works the same.
I'll let the nurse explain, with a couple of pamphlets, while I'm exerting pain.

Tag me in, back in this
Had a bit of cannabis
Tapped the last ashes
Flipped it backwards
Now I clasp my fists
Mimicking the anger
That you have, and it's
Happening in my
Imagination, like, why's
Have to tap the enter
Key, half way through
his sentences, yes,
I guess it effs with me
But hey, he's a text elite
Vessel of the best you read
Greatest who dun did it is
Stencilled on my effigy
Pennin this so effortless
Blend and weave this
Blessed beat,
Dizzy mixed with Jigga
Pound cake in the chest of me
I'm crazy, touch you with hands
and i'll stretch your spleen
watch you try to run away
moving like a centipede
I'll end your dreams, deadly
Like my aim with the submachine
Danger, it comes to me
Wager what was to be
Trade the circumference,
Equator, the suns and seas
Traitor to young believers
Cater to what you need
Acres of nature in flames
This is what we breath
Can't remember what scheme
I'm suppose to follow
Callin it like a coffin lid
Cloning what it swallows
no homo
cant believe i just typed that. yall nasty tho

Theres a line that i would never dream of crossing, forever seeming lost, a sheep following the walking, herd, cus Im a free man following the path of the ancient, knowledge is the power used to change it, the spiritual enlightenment, a force to be reckoned with, like you aint high enough well then go and take a second hit,
time passing by never ceases~ to amuse me, every new arc in my story like a movie,

let me go in my bag again, sinnin'/
lower the lag on my brains engine/
zen within to attain freedom of sight/
a beacon of light to street deliquents leavin the life/
the arts impacts a cardiac arrested when i read em their writes/
read between the lines of my characters/
my words alone have no barriers/
it carries thru thee americas all the way to east japan/
only the notion of "defeat" defeats the man 'till he cease the plan../
of attack- standin; back we can peep this egregious land/
...is there really more to meet in MAN/
or is he just an entangled ball of emotion/
have you ever thought of the notion/
that were only hunted by our own fears and caught in the open/

Thought I was joking [I wasn't]
So I caused a commotion.
Listening to Kamikaze, n' hoping I can fly
a suicide mission, while y'all are approaching.
I mean, why not?
I got my eye on the prize, the guise is the cyclops.
Need eye drops, feel like my eyes
got Sahara dry spots. You beating me? Not on my watch.
You second hand cats only tick me off.
So don't get your clock cleaned.
Because you're not mean.
Soon as you end up in a hot scheme? I continue to boil it 'till
... the pot steams.
And water overflows. Just so you know
if we were to go toe to toe?
- I am stepping all over the place, n' I am still gonna row the boat.
I got you Curious, George...
getting blood across the yellow overcoat.
And turning it red. Better learn from this thread.
It's word, a lot of herbs have been shed.
You'll "wake up, dead" ... but I'm woke.
Pointing at you. Fuck ya disjointed views, cause I'm still amused.
Timing infused with skill, feel the rhyming is used
to intertwine. I age like wine, so ... I don't get bruised.
Opine. Opine. Opine. Opining - it's cool.
I just, I just, don't follow in societies cues.
Giving you this presence, so.. I don't get Scrooge'd.
Way my mind just blew... like I had the flu, and these sinuses knew
I'm the dude!
Seriously, though. Been feeling tired, pursued
a different approach that STOKED me, that's why the fire inside of me GREW.
They kept on supplying me FUEL!
Hit you with something that's entirely new.
Admired a few MC's in here, made em' part of the Alumni,
now they ride with the crew!!!

how can i make a heart full of shit and turn it into a flower bed/
before death comes out the lead, last breath funneled out my head/
wish i could tunnel out-cuz troubles bustin' out my head/
plus i'm out of meds/
and i fear the subtle sounds rustling is only inside my head/
i really wish to be whole- a physical soul but inside i'm dead/
every single day i wake up alive-i wanna die instead/
what really makes up the skies-
someone plz tell the pope/
i swear to ya i never seen heaven in telescopes/
reckon hes sellin' hope/
but the reverends inhalin' coke/
wife a tab of acid- this is TWICE they've passed the basket/
i guess i'm bitchin' and its sickenin'/
not fishin for sympathy but just wishin for him to see../
or to hear -why i cry/
or appear -by my side/
jesus steer- while i ride
cuz i fear i might drive../
off the edge nose driving in bliss/
so i can....aww fuck it i'm tired of writing this shit/

im flippin bars, spittin large giving you scars
ripping your heart apart and it isnt that hard
outta this world having visions of mars,
hitting you hard like a christian that spars
im cracking your dome, packin the chrome
massively known, as a master of poems
the flow is intense, submissively going so bent
hope that your dead, so that no one can vent
so bring it on, suck my schlong if you got a problem
great at stealing, like batman got to robbin
when i rock a flow u end up in the hospital
you your so stop and go, i pop shots n lock n load
this is freestyle on text, ur in denial at best
goin miles with no rest, this is a dialed in flex

While the next...person approaches, going wild, I guess...
the only way to remedy the situation now, is spec-
ial medications, the head is aching... this style upsets...
doing 40 an hour sets..1000 reps...
Holding a wet towel, dropping down the bench...
How the stench of my odor lifts from the brow, while
it sweats... this is how it gets... Goku training...
there's no explaining... it basically means that I'm going "Saiyan"...
I hope that I give you motivation...
If it doesn't, then hell. I'm buzzing, no discovery...
You're loving the tale. Lying down in a vertical bed, covered in nails.
Weighing down on these troubling scales... I raise
societies angst, when the government fails...
brain works on overload, I lose control n' have a tantrum....
Have people rioting like Lil Pump with the baddest anthem.
Working wizardry. Look how wide the wrist of the cloak is...
Laid out the framework with the imagery - you're picturing dope ness.
Like a light switch in the night, it's 'flickering' emotions...
Casting away all bad thoughts as it sits in the oceans...
Back to the wizardry, cause you're getting a potion.
Ludacris. The tools exist inside of my shed, n' still I will lose my shit
On you, and if this is Show & Prove. You know you'll lose.
- Atkins diet. The path that I picked is over the glass horizon.
And that's surprising, cause usually I'm more a recluse.
Looking through the eyes of a wordsmith who's foreboding a truce.
I'm cold, this goes through my roots.
You can't stop it. It's too damn toxic.
I speak what I feel so if people don't chill...
It'll be a bad look - Michael's vid.
Guess what? I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit.
It's for me. Secondary, and only in a second perspective.
my text is... perfected through minor inflections...
So find the directions. Sick flowing through me quicker than sinus infections.
It's no wonder why these guys hide from any sign of my presence.
My intentions vary, it's scary denying my vengeance.
Why you constantly eying my sentence? Sigh...
reach to higher ascensions...
Walk cordially, but far from it.
I wait until these bars plummet.
I'm out of this world - Mars cometh.
Or don't. Humble approach, like the Dalai Lama.
From the cities were they're always excelling drama...
The worth of your soul? Purchased in whole...
Limelight falls to the side...
All your problems can't be solved, so inside?
You feel you could risk it all, and survive.
But Humpty Dumpty fell off that wall and he died.
So y'all can decide to keep it in and wallow, but I...
- would much rather, cast it to sea...
Which is funny to me, ironically, cause I will never bottle my pride!!!!

life short dog, i told my road dog that, what you know bout that
we raised in poverty obviously you know bout that
pistol to my head sometimes might blow my own shit back
but chill out and sit back i ain't did that yet, i'm cereal..
derp derp derp yep yep yep no need to be lyrical..

Here we go...
Said that I'm def, but they don't hear me though.
No, I said that I'm deft. but they clearly know.
Real shit on this side, but you don't have to fear it, though.
World on my back with more baggage, guess I'm a carry both.
Float like a butterfly, it's trapped in a cave.
No Elon Musk... back in the day, rap was a way
to express oneself. Now? Forget about it, it's flashy gimmicks.
All of a sudden a photo is what gives cats an image.
Wait, that should've been obvious... I model this
skill off of accomplishments, back when we were still running on floppy disks.
And rocking this... sort of one of back n' forth
through the providence... dominance came from building your common sense.
So, to interject... uh huh, uh huh... but we ain't finish yet.
We're merely making a claim on this game, you'd swear it was business checks.
I'm sorry if what I'm saying is misdirect.
But being cryptic clearly seems to be the new way that all of these kids connect.
So sorry. Not sorry. Thoughts poly with the top doggie's.
Barbaric 3rd world country - can't keep these rocks off me.
Your girlfriend put it in words you wouldn't understand
so when she's texting me for the D - she'll say she wants some "Hot Coffee".
I'm not cocky, I'm just confident. Look at the moccasins
That I'm walking in. It's talent. It wasn't something they bought for him.
Proper when I'm dropping the flow.
You beat me? It's optimistic. Not possible, though.
Feeling hot in this coat? Food for thought is a joke.
If I delivered this to you? You'd probably choke.
I'm just be honest, you'd die as soon as it dropped it in your throat.
Charles Dickens. Novelty quotes.
Vincent and Vallus - it's been established.
The skill has been challenged. But luckily for me it isn't something they're willing to manage.
Still on the canvass, crafting the portrait.
Standing back like, "It's actually gorgeous".
Rapping for what seems like ages, I'm back in the fortress.
Cracking your exo-skeleton with an axe, bitch. I'm stacking up corpses.
I'm a tactician, so cats listen.
It's not rocket science. That tough talk, you just can't walk it by us.
Because you're not the fly-est.
Your boys say you're cool and all, but that's an awful lot of bias.
You swear you're a gangster, but you haven't gotten priors.
So... I'm failing to see the credentials there.
If you don't think I'm crazy? Then why am I strapped to this mental chair?
Yeah... rap comes easy to me.
Sacrilegious motherfuckers - you don't need to believe.

relieve the stress get it off my chest
i'm back Ragian flying through a mighty tempest
i quest-ion my life's destination
destined to be the best in me
that's my destiny
to rise above every obstacle below
i blow it into oblivion
then soar through the sky up high or down low
flowing with the fat joes
and hot hoes with the fashion clothes
life is all good in my neighborhood
that's what needs to be understood
no need to strain or amplify the pain
i've been insane now it's enough
im so sick but im so healthy too
when i wake up i'll be lying next to my wealthy boo
that's you know who
or maybe you don't
no matter we'll be lying in a king sized mattress
she'll be hotter than any Hollywood actress
she's my temptress and i'll never forget her
instead i'm a be a go getter
better write her a love letter
do you love me?
mmmmm
maybe!
ha! damn why you like to treat me like that baby?

Brain shock, venomous bandits still bananas god damn it
Chains off, penning this mechanical madness
Y’all can’t handle the havoc of a vernacular addict
Tip of the spear, so out of this world I’m eclipsing the sphere
I’m condensing the sheer potential of our credentials
And commencing the despencing of fear it’s clear
The real competition is here to condition the tiers

My spits ahead of the class with a punch that’ll split a head like an axe
And leave you dead in the casket and regretting the past
Judge dredd when I rap my sentence is my wrath
Nobody’s a victim, I’m sickend by the lack of conviction
When spittin that bravado, throw that shit in the trash
Y’all need a role model that can condition your path

I brought em the distance to follow the writtens
Apollo with diction my motto is staccato conviction
Full throttle I’m fixing to spit the most focused and dopest verses
Y’all circle jerking circus clowns will be converted
Sick, the verdict, I’m guilty, quick to murder the dirty
Mumble rappers unworthy of coming at me to hurt me
If you ain’t heard it, I’m filthy phenomenal
Read it, sleep, and by tomarrow it still won’t dawn on you
That I’m the king your just a pawn to use in the ring
I’m the spawn of an era that if brought back brings the terror
To the spring chickens trying to bring fire to the scene
Y’all can’t even flare up so sit back as I spit that
Sick rap and admire the schemes because you competing with me
ONLY exists in your diary or your firey dreams

Fire-y dreams... word, admiring schemes... word...
Tired, it seems my fire burns the empire, n' seams
- pull from both opposite ends on their fabric of growth...
It's casual, so(sew) the Sire, he leaves(leafs), like...
Autumn, outside in the breeze... I said I'm an outsider, debris
blows as shrapnel falls... The Baptist draws
parallels echoing off the chapel walls...
Word... 'resonating' with the crowd, I guess.
A lot of people let me down, I guess.
Wasn't around, I guess... n' now it's best I keep em' out, unless
I'm stupid, which I'm not. I'd much rather be vocal..
Look at the people that I've had in a choke hold.
For so long, press down on the larynx.
It even scared me, yes. The terrorist that makes me look in the mirror, less.
Water over me, I'm feeling my air compressed.
Choking... the beast is now awoken. Each piece of style, is broken.
Wild, provoking angst from the lingering crowd, approaching.
But I'm ready for it... giving you something that you'll never forget.
"Memory"... ssh... what was that? I said 'Member me?'
I'm as cold as December be.
So, when you generally make assumptions... I'll break it down, phonetically
for you. My pedigree loyal. What I pen'll be oil, f'real.
Oil? Yeah, oil. The fuel you will need.
Especially if we're dueling, I see no coolant fluid is needed, for you...
if you're heated? Phew. Come through and receive it.
I got the iron, if you are anemic.
I give life to the Cypher - not the tubes you are using to breathe with...
Ugh. Cypher Alum's trifling, son.
6 minds into one - look at the giant that I have become!
Don't need a diary, done required a gun.
David Katz, firing from inside of societal slums...