Freestyle Cypher

Revelry, set as sheik, Nebuchadnezzar's seer and Djinn, deep from within'
Seen as the sin, SIN of Darkness, Seep the heartless, eat your jargon; then spit it out
Wicked mouth, liquids swords swordsman, gargle your mouthwash with saliva, then spit it out as phlegm (then spit a verse)
Liquid girth, Liquid birth, mystic's worth, vivd verses of liquid curses
Sinister syllables serpent snake, wrap my sheik around the Garden of Eden
I harbor a demon, on the shores of Revelation; cleanse your solid with my liquid sedation
Minister sinister, sister of serpents and snakes, purpose is fake
surface awakes, learning today, in your face; burning your grace
sermon of grace, sermon of flames, you write a verse for me? you'll spontaneously combust and burst into flames
I'm serpent today, I'm discerning your faith, to hell you go, you'll burn as your fate
Jesus Christ was right, I'll cut your cloth; shroud of turin; we're not cut from the same cloth
Mine is white, you wave the white flag, you're a drag queen tag team, your flag drags (what a drag)
Liquid Swords style, my accord and yours go hand and foot, only you'll serve me
You couldn't serve as a servant, my faux of servitude, is I'm the fox and lore
I didn't kill you, you killed yourself, fought your corpse, no remorse
This verse if flames, you're going to hell, even with your key; you couldn't open Heaven's Door

Nest time you try to test me, try this next time. LOL

quote me "nevermore". I'm doper than Eleanor
Edgar Poe, who felt me more? Roosevelt fighting the second war
5 stars general with 50 stars. stitches, scars
i gets deeper than 50 yards. yall fumble and slip
tum-tumbling on some jack be nimbling shit.
been a minute since i spit. no lie, im missing this shit
stay pissing in a cesspool then having drinking the shit
i'm lobsters and shrimps. yall fake crab meat, canned tuna and fish
i'm kung fu and a fist. youz a dumb fool with a lisp
I'm "wa-tah!!" bruce lee in this shit
yall be like "WATER!" after i burn with the script.
i'm still lurking and shit. the nerve of these kids...
thinking i aint still got the urge to be murdering shit

For regurgitating words this nerd has earned the championship
I'm here to put a tramp stamp on this bitch

That's where it sits, so I hit submit
Back to reenlist so I'm the OG in this
Who you know better than me?
Niggaz rather plead the fifth, then still try to sound like me
Eventually I'd have to send a cease and desist
Nothing new when you a beast with a gift
So anything I see I could get, here to proclaim the throne
We'll see in a minute, I'm seeing these gimmicks
Mimicked from the top so it's systemic, I need it to stop
I don't like your presence or your face like Dj Akademiks
Trace your records and you'll find my name by your blemishes
Due to impeccable penmanship I have high winning percentages

- ill finesse

Kill you without any reason just cuz that’s what I’m feeling
Leave you Destroyed beyond repair of medical healing
Strange bars spit, to watch you, I sit in strange cars incognito.
Change cars after I’ve gotcha I’ll never let ya go.
kidnapped cargo, off to your burial we go.
Fucking me is problematic, in an instant your survival rate drops at a rate that’s drastic.
I be Reactively automatic
radioactive cinematic
drop you like a bad habit
elimination just systematic
your ending be something tragic.
Soundin like a crack addict spastic
tryin to be diplomatic ya pathetic.
shit you on simplistic
so you beating me unrealistic.
I’m a new found ancient relic
exceptionally eclectic
constantly electric funkadelic.
More infectious than a viral pandemic.
My skill something to be relished
Style like something devilish
Built fresh till death, no need to embellish
Navigate my car over you... squish
Gravitate my bars right through you
Decimate right where you r2detour you
C3 po’s arrest you and laugh at you
You see I be g, but what g do I be?
Gangster put a shell through ya pussy
Gorilla granddad in the grandstand
Go ahead and try to make a stand
Gut you like a goat in Afghanistan
Got you by your toe, should I let you go?
Gonna go ahead and pick to kill you ho
Grandiose display of my greatness
Grand like pianos touch a mic and I bless
Greatest means I’m greater than any man
Got you thinking suicide is your best plan

I see them rhymes in a dust pan
The dust pan engraved with your signature
You wrote alot of literature, this mortal kombat tho and without a finisher?
It diminishes the image, I don't even feel offended
Popeye can keep concealed the spinach
I'm too real for gimmicks, witness linguistics gone ballistic
Takes shits on ya lawn at dawn on Christmas
Didn't even ask for forgiveness, told the Lord to mind his business
Loved ones crying from these heinous acts that's senseless
All on a defenseless wanna be that will never become to be
I don't even wonder who's under me, I'm chillin comfortably
Killing whoever comes for me, easy like 1-2-3
It's best that you run when you see a G
Or sip tea with your deity
Que sera whatever will be will be


-ILL Finesse

Both of you nigga's lame... it's no wonder you both retired
for about a week... cause your sound is meek...
But I don't blame ya, it's just how y'all speak...
But nah, something has to be done...
And not even FCC can block the texts when the casualties run.
I'm battling scum. Well, not so much battling them...
More like force-feeding 'em back their own shit, till it shatters their lungs...
Talking about shitting on the dawn of Christmas?
The fuck would you know about presence, 'Nesse?
Only thing coming down your chimney is the ashes from UCI, so just let it rest.
I haven't left, no surprises there... perplexing, tho.
He's holding all this aggression in, but text has been
far from his cornerstone habit, so I'm suggesting you let it go....
You ass, and balls, which is ironic... since your shit, will never blow.
I'll do you a favor, and end it though.
I know you don't have the courage, yourself...
And you'll never drop within the same capacity these words have been dealt.
That's just facts, I'll give you this, tho, Ill...
You're better than UCI is.
Truth behind it, UCI is that you need guidance.
And I'm only doing this for you, to remind you
that this music's timeless... n' a dictionary is the only way that you'll define this.
Wow, a dictionary line: Well, when you battle the meek.
You gotta condense the vocabulary so stark, so that they compete.
I wouldn't putting past you, you geek.
You left to get some practice, but I see that was a waste of time since you came back
n' you're still not matching the peak.
Let's get it clear though, you're new, so I'll give you a pass.
Aside from Finesse, who's been here for 3 years, n' still his written's is trash.
That physical lapse between the time you dropped, has come to a grinding halt...
Only thing worse than both of your verses, is the pain from my assault.

man, fuck your worthless text. Couldn’t be worth less so give it a rest...
won’t see my approach, until my knife is in you next...
You’ve failed, this test. U Garbage, at best.
Laid down to sleep, now in peace you rest.
Always responding with some pathetic verse.
Only thing getting thrown....your ass in a hearse.
Should have payed attention to my words then.
Leaving you stiff and cold like you frozen, this the wrong path that you’ve chosen.
You should’ve never been born son....latex protection, but your mother loves a long hot erection.
To these words you should have paid attention, and you should be happy your name is something I even mention.
You claim you dog so you just a cur, everyone understands now and we’ve all agreed you just insecur.
Not gender specific, can’t really tell if you a him or a her!
So go masterbate to your new fireman calendar.
Your responces are out of despair, since all your words disappear right into thin air.
Just like your dreams and aspirations about being a contender, and you the one calling me a pretender.? But Im knowin you really Just want me as your mentor.
Enter like dragons to defeat me you going to need legions.
savage when I spit leave abrasions and lesions.
Ready to Murder you for many reasons.

place you in arenas where you’ll be fed to some lions and hyenas
Rock and a hard place you in between-a.
Pathetic you in tutus and u no ballerina.
Link-ed my self to time as I helda ocarina.
You just latch on to anyone like u Acarina.
Your shit more played out than the Macarena.

I would Put a hit you but not worth the chips, So I’ll be the one to come a seal your lips and Leave you in the ground to push up tulips.

Only thing you do good is nothing, so stand at ease.
you like a sailor with a venereal disease drunk covered in your own pee, and I’m as cold and fresh as a new slurpee certainly.

Alright, so you took the bait. I'm glad you did...
Because if I didn't ask for it, I'd come back n' it would be me whipping your ass, again.
But now that I actually have your consent, I can
demonstrate your lack of tactical wit, rapping legit, practice, or actual grit.
Man, I gotta thank you for that.
Your tanks been running on low fuel... your army brigades
already have bullet holes through... your cadets with their hands in the air
... running out, "Don't shoot"
Oh, cute. Notice I say cadets? Because based on what I've seen, I know there's NO troops!!!
Let's say ...basic understanding, you got a grip of writing a rhyme...
That's pretty much it. Cause Lord Knows they're not nicer than mine.
You're garbage. But by your accounts your lyrics can give sight to a kind.
"Man, they'll believe I am dope. I mean, aside from the fact I am lying".
And lying, you is. I already destroyed you, this is salt of the earth...
Assaulting you, not even worth the kick up of mud that I got on my shirt.
You run your lines together, I don't know why... but if
I were to take a guess... it's to cover up, or compensate, for your basic text.
You're far from lost treasure, but I'll be sure to place an X
over you grave, unless I pull you out and serrate your flesh.
You better pay respects, I am a legend here... you're just flirting around..
Coming at me with that garbage; it's personal, now.
I strike first, second, third, fourth, and last... I don't give people like you a chance to respond..
Spit flurries of lightning rods, leave the show to standing applause.
Your glass jaw, already broken across the floor... like porcelain.
Your punches like my dick in your girls mouth... gotta force it in...
She circles the foreskin with her tongue, and gives me a gorgeous grin...
I'm lying about that ^ because I know you don't got a girl you with.
You'd be laughed out of any real relationship with 'em bars you are throwing..
If this is your dream? Let me sound of the alarms, for the moment.
Prophetic wisdom: try it, bro. You might learn something...
Yeah I saw 'em words, you ain't burn nothing... trust me, I keep 'em nerds jumping
for the fences, your form: defenseless. You were born
fucking more than senseless. You're gonna have to wage the IRAQI tour against this.
Not even trying to shoot by your recruits...
Your require some help from the entire secretary of states call, cause I'm firing nukes.

And I'm tired of flukes, I'm sire to you
Im everything you inspire to
I ignite the fires that sets off the chemical reaction in your brain
What remains is what transpires, I drop a hot 16 and get ad-mired
Anything longer makes you a blogger, an author, a liar
Walls of text to cover up your flaws in effect, I dissect and inspect your intellect just to give you this introspective interjection, when you see the red light there will not be an intersection, or we can box if you not into weapons, as soon as I step in the ring you'll experience a thing called indigestion, only time you shine is when your incandescent.. I'm on your mind, walking a fine line of being a fan of the art, and being man enough to recognize me as patriarch

- ill finesse

^ You lied to yourself, I for one, wont' stand for the petty remarks...
Sing your praises to the heavens, see your soul being sent by the harps...
Real recognize art, and quite frankly... you're a stranger, to this...
You took the fork in the road... the only thing is, both your lanes don't exist...
Yea, binary code... you're either 0 or a 1...
And since we know where I stand, based on our lineage, you'll know that you're done...
But, upset would be a strong word. See, I'm more disappointed, in Ill.
Figure he'd take the authentic angle at least ONCE, so I know he's for real.
Stick to your guns, come close to the ignition, get the soldering feel.
In the presence of a God among men - you're the hoe who will kneel...
Skip the antics, child... if you hate long texts of execution, stop replying...
I flex because it's easy to throw 1000 bars to rock your science.
In retrospect, you drop so little because you're in a struggle with your mind,
Not wanting to drop those garbage ass disses you front as simple lines.
Let's be honest, my dude. I've already eviscerated what you've dropped in this thread...
This is me simply walking back to the scene of the crime to stomp it, again.
Ask UCIBG how the skill flows through me, he gave me nod...
You're trying to wage with the gods, tipping the scale in the red, said we can't wager those odds.
You know, if a lost soul is what you wish to be... come clean these sneakers, son.
Drips of blood cascade the marble floor, until the leeches come.
Me and you are not on the same levels, you're not even in the conversation
A lot of talking, it's all been wasted... I'm in the spaces, n' y'all complacent...
This is booking you'll have to take wit' a grain of salt, so call your agent..
Fall relations, I'm balling, ain't this a mauling, wait for your jaw to take 6...
The hall of greatness... nah, you can't pay for the entree fee...
Can't talk about finesse, cause finesse like, "Damn. They're finessing me!"
So let's agree, your text get left to the side
like a refugee. I'm pretty much the essence in every breath you breathe.
You best believe you're my bastard son.
But nobody claiming support. Dunk on little young-in, this
ain't gonna be your day in the court.
See me? I drop text on you kids cause this game is a sport..
You thought you were in the game, that's until we came and displayed your report.

freestyle jubilee, sharp sword shooting, serene prince, beauty queen
soothing beast, lucid dreams of sexual screams, soothe pristine
true and shiek, que the trees, lucid breeze, true to schemes
truly breeze, soothe the trees, soothe the breeze, soothing trees
future gleam, true to gleam, lucid dreams, soothing beast
true to schemes, plots and schemes, lucid seas
true to schemes, soothing breeze, soothing seas
soothing breeze, soothing trees, truest seas

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Originally Posted by Sammy

have u ever crave something? well im craving twix right now
Not on no microcosmic philosophical shit - like WOW,
i'm craving twix right now!
that caramel batter, cookie mound,
bathed in chocolate, dipped in brown sugar
fructose frolicking with my taste receptor, lol
wonder what made me reflect on this weird craving. guesses?
Hmmm...i'll take a stab. Perhaps the New england heat caressing...
holdup...lol@ "caressing"...always hated that word
sure the connotation, sound and imagery
is one of sensual synergy, but the way i observe it...
like, the overtly intimate, or rather callow way it would shove,
its meaning in my face - it has a way with my nerves!
i must stop using that word!
anyways, back to the abusive heatwave that gave rise to this urge
Twix. two bars of tyrannical treat.
i said tyrannical because...jesus, it's commanding i key this!
dead ass im about to hit the convenient store now for some twix and some cheese dip!.

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Lmao... this shit still cracks me up to this day.

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Originally Posted by Celph Taut

Lmao... this shit still cracks me up to this day.

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lol i'll take that as a compliment, big homie

Conjure a black magic rap; apparatus attraction, sadness and madness, haphazard attractions
power to dogma, frostbitten dragon bites off a minotaur; centaur and sin tore through basins
eat raisins with scorpions and pitchforks, hit dorks with food for thought, plan my dogma
saddest mantra', blackest karma, black magic apparatus; flip the manuscript; canvas split
canvas shit, canvas hit, power of electrical storms transforms man to beasts, plan decease
plan disease, auschitz mosquito; son gimp kid's in concentration camps; rockafella base camp'
trace sand to devil's sun, rebel one; setting sun; hunchback of Notre' dame; Nosbaradu' vs. Andrew Flores
Seer's vs. queers, hilarious, funny, and hysterical tale; tell tales soul; spirt flys with wings and pedestals; spirit fox demon
thought's Jesus; fought grievance; sought needless potions of pensions and ants, render my claws
descend from a fall; ascend from a ball; Baal is my provision; end life in Nineveh; fall of dog years
ball clear; spirit demon fox; thief in the night; appeasing the night; releasing a strike as healing light
for as long as the devil runs clean, I am a fox; lore of the snake; seed of life...

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