Freestyle Cypher

[Celph Taut]

They said I was better off retiring, I scoffed and bellowed.
What's an aggressive applicant doing, talking mellow?
Well, since you asked so nicely, it's the calm before the storm
coming off the mental, waiting for my thoughts to settle...
before the full hip hop potential...
Yeah, they're idle in fear. Try surviving the sheer
nature of a violent mind
Who appears from the side of your rear... -view
mirror, like the IT clown.
Smiling faces inside these cases, so sit down.
Beating on the weak or inferior, swear that it is Chris Brown...
apparel of a pharaoh, there's no comparing to THIS style.
Rocking robes that can pass as modern office clothes...
Thoughts expose the rubric of talent, talons rip off your nose...
Replace it with a more respectable unit...
Breathe the air of the tier, my reflections are blueprints
for intellectual music vets to influence the ones coming after em'...
Then it's back to one.
The singular method, bringing a sentence to the masses..
I not only string it, dimensions foreboding to the kings among peasants...
And that's my kind Jester.
Fuck a diamond inside it, I define pressure.
Long in the tooth, but truth is? It's by MY measure.
Look outside of the X, and bet you can find treasure.
Worth the talent... exert the force wit' the perfect balance...
Opportunity-happy. They can't skirt the challenge.
Coming from the gull, the full effect has given birth to thousands...
And I'm end it like that.
Pen's right back to menacing feats.
Ben Tennyson, see there's many ends we unleash.

[Sammy]

unleashing like a dog of war
unsheathing like hatori hanzo's swords
verbal ammo with a greeting like "nice to meet you"
just when u thought that slug 'dun missed you,
heat starts to burn, disrupting your connective tissue
its all a connecting issue. protect your neck or have it sent to Ms. You
Miss an I like there's no point in pot
fuck it, i point and pop and watch these rappers joints fall off
knees, elbows collapse. shell toe to back -
no i mean shells to your toes and back make u immobile and lacking
this ain't for showing, i'm smacking.
pimps or hoes, all must go. who's asking?
i'm answerin with a three piece, and i ain't talkin allen

[Celph Taut]

Word, acting like Gods n' they can't mock the talent.
They'd rather run off of the mouth, n' do a fucking
marathon for thousands... meet em' at the finish line,
like "Was that the mouth that was talking shit?" Before it opens,
I pop the bitch. Money shot, feel the hotness hit
the top of your lip. One shot, n' you're gonna rock wit' the kids...
Yeah. Imagine that? Walt Disney of thought...
leaving you faggots trapped. Jigsaw, dragging you across the tile floor...
wit' the recording tape in my satchel pack (yeah I said it!)
Yeah, and I don't have to ask.
Just open the pussy up, rocking a DeadMau5 plastic mask.
Straight up, y'all saw the slice. Indian pussy twerking on Basmati rice!!!
Be like, "Twerk, Miley Miley, Twerk!"
Yeah pop the pussy. I'm close to the edge, so you don't got to push me!
I look at these rookies and laugh at em'.
I'm back rapping, killing this shit, forensics are like, "How did that happen"?
Chiropractic effect, while snatching your rep, you feel your back cracking...
That's that Bat-MAN fashion!
You remember when Bane cracked his shit? Send em' back to the prison
in which he was trapped in, and Bruce Wayne had a revelation
before coming back to civilization and chasing after him?
Well that's what's gonna happen, kid.
Celph Taut - unapologetic. Didn't have to ask for shit.
They looked at the raps and said to themselves that's legit.
Statements after statements are hazardous.
Business casual, I gravitate to the animosity had for my rapping bids...
This didn't happen by accident.
As a matter a fact? This been long in the making.
Gone of the days my talent has been put off, or mistaking.
Shackles taking off, it's monumental now. I put the pencil down
to the sheet. Became an apparition of the truth you seek.

[Celph Taut]

The only you're gonna beat me at? Is to defeat.
Do this so beautifully as a way to remove the weak.
Yeah, the weak link. Chains shackles? Pfft. Removed em' all.
Put the stone throwers through the wall.
Looking at the myriad of absence, watching you dissolve.
Into particles. Hard as those bars I throw
There's not a Governor that can "pardon" those.
Been sitting back... who's at the top now? Well,
it's hard to know. Sacrificing myself - this is that Martyrs flow.
They can't fuck with the artist prose, nor the design.
There's deep thought involved here when I am forming a line.
Outside of time square, I'm here, you'll be forming a line.
You could take the form of a lion, it doesn't matter
can't stop the wake, storming inside him.
Formidable foe, go to war with a giant.
Stones throw; David's rock tore from Goliath.
There's more to this science than what's shown,
I open doors to the iris, the score
decodes the underground, feel the scorn of Osiris.
Demigod, I walk the earth wit' a chip on my shoulder.
Eclipse mortals, this isn't over.
Feel the rift, torture papers, picture Jehovah.
My limelight shine bright, unsigned hype but still get five mics.
So fuck it. You're getting your kicks out of this...
I get my kicks out of the footlocker.
Kicks so sick they come equipped with a foot doctor.
Nah, but so soulful. Oh, you...
Didnt know, but I hold true. Holding my breath for respect
until I go blue. No, I already got it.
We don't have to follow the topic. Retweeting shit.
I speak opinion, it's not exactly something
normal people can reason with. Even if I told you what's on my mind
They only seem to see a gist.
That's the problem. Climbing to the top of the pack
fell back n' then cracked the bottom.

[Sammy]

For every raps I jotted,
I'd attack the target like a master marksmen
Swag'jitsu. That's facts, no problem
My Mic connects to my lung. Son, who want it?
No front, sir, I'll slice'em for fun
Heartless!
Have their boys tell'em "u had a nice lil run"
It's nite nite To whoever fuckin with this Cypher Alum
I'm like gingervitis to gums.
Nights with no suns
Nuclear holocaust, get used to calling me "boss"
Or it's violence. No stunts
It's straight up ass whoopin
Cats stays gas when My clan ain't lookin
Get slammed with the book then
Get slammed til they shook
Fetal position, laid out; silent, forreal
Pin prick, y'all kiss by a rose ur fate signed and sealed

[Celph Taut]

^ Packaged and delivered, just in time to feel...
The theater of the mind, see behind the reel...
Yeah, this is close access. Fuck is they talking about?
Hop off the couch, n' ransack everything you GOT in the house.
Including the kitchen sink - I've been hearing em', bickering.
Always so negative, they ain't getting the picture then.
They're banking on the fall, saying that the game doesn't interest him...
I've been seeing all of the signs, which is why I'm finding them picketing...
Fuck... look at the wordplay, counterproductive...
Cause I wanted it to be subtle, and now it is public..
You hear that? Sure do. It's the sound of your judgement...
Pay for your words... go ahead, write it down in your budget...
Don't get our paths crossed, I promise you, it's a bad look...
I throw a jab, followed by a mad Hook' - Peter Pan.
36 chambers, the very moment you see the Clan'...
I had the blueprint out before most of you could read the plan...
The schematics n' all drawn within the patterns
traveling, dog. Greyhound, yeah, I had to just Ball.
No Lonzo, neither. So, call the reaper.
Dogma. Mahatma, feed ya like Guantanamo Bay, no Bey'
- strapped to the seat.
Feel the shock of 1000 prisoners, as prison guards
shackle your feet, and force feed ya trash, so ya have to retreat...
But no Visa, or American passport, huh?
The land of the free. But I'm Canada, meaning
Moose-knuckle and Mounties, standing between...
Two Canadian flags, ice hanging off trees.
And the only forecast we have is followed by, "Minus degrees"...
FUCCCKKKKK.... nah, we get summer here.
It's about two months, a year... yeah.

[Sammy]

Something's unclear.
It's summer here and I'm still wrapped up in winter wear
Shift the gear
Align the axl
Climbing the mantle of this fucked up career
Here at this kotd MASSACRE 3 waitin for the line to be clear
Ayo y'all rhyme with despair
I rhyme with this pair (point at my sack, if y'all bastard s ain't clear)
I'm rapping to clear
The air, thick tension bubbling like sick stomach in here
Quick dumping a pair
Jordan with the rock watch'em jump in the air

[Venom]

Venomous when I'm penning this imminent threat
I'm condemning the next fuckin ignorant vet
Spittin their belligerent flex, just an indigenous wreck
Claiming your shit ambiguous to hide hideous
Shittyness, speaking tongues like you intelligent
Just shows how you struggle to stay relivent
You shit on every sick verse a new kid on
Just to get on the radar again, I'm Vader with this
The force is strong when I give a hater a diss
You like a now and later, you'll be devoured
Another rapper cowered wasted, sour in the basement
Face it you basic bastards all smoke and mirrors
Riding on provoking fear, I'm a hellion revolting here
I lead the rebellion feed the truth to ya all
You're welcome, now go prove you raw for you
Not some rude dissolved dude who would use
You all to cause the mood to drop, view your drop
Feed you the most skewed and thoughtless Views
To drop your confidence in your content for his ammusement
Infected penz bitch, this is the movement....

[Onceawhile]

then its business as usual, busy but wizzin through, visitin' students
visibly mis'rable when I think to be lyrically prudent,
you gotta not blink to see dude in, recruitin',
doin rhythmical kung fu hits to critics' rubrics
i got a special move
but its only form is in decibals
Im seein forfeiters enter and go in four minute intervals
far more than formidable, your only hope is if you can afford you the medical
bill, cuz any other bill belongs to the end of my quill pen,
wallet's gettin refilled when I'm no longer incredibly ill then,
i gotta give props to these last three cypher villains
for inscribing ritual writings on every wall besides the ceilin
because they somehow summoned a demonic mis-spelling inside the buildin
Onceawhile: immortal, because life itself "no time to kill"'d him

--
Yo i thought you'd be gone Celph
as for me, I'm no alumni just someone who comes here rarely now, been lookin at these ciphers recently though.

[DamOhOhOh]

You're witnessing such a knowledgeable achiever
Free styling in the park powerfully like a cleaver
I silently kill foes for amusements
And an abrupt sum of money I don't want your two cents
Try and keep up with the movements I set records ablaze
I'm out for cold blood like a circus lion on stage
You fuck freaks in the street with vagina sores
We watch you Retreat like cowardly dinosaurs
Like Ill informed advertisement you have no fans around
You're more disgusting than used needles on the ground
I'll make his allies all eager to quit
When I violently punish this piece of shit
Intensely with a hammer in a used car lot
music store library middle school or gift shop
After that everyone will wisely surrender
Unlike you dead with your head in a blender

[Celph Taut]

I'll never pretend ta' be a writer, I mean, damn, how can I??
So fucking ingrained in me, they would swear I'm the same MC.
MC, pfft, I just dated my verse with a term
older than me. The sanctuary in which no one believes.
I go to work on the verses, worth me rolling up sleeves...
Cop on a roll, so you can see me just patrolling with ease..
Nah. I see-saw, like the Libra sign.
Shackled and chained like Django, but easily free the mind.
Schemes have be redefined; know what you're worth...
The gift of gab, grab, but go for the curse...
Have the best of both worlds, but know if the roles are reversed
There's a lot of shit you will answer for, get your suit for the chance of war.
My plans explore the doctrine that I've hopped in
time after time that has shot me up to the top ten.
Not in a lot of minds, but for the few that it has?
Can remember through close-circuit, while it's viewed through the mask.
My mere reverence through the sentences are like experiments
They're hearing this through the grape vine, n' make lines from inheritance.
I banked time, so thank my influences for the music, it's
just a social alignment, for those who know the assignment.
Go to show when I rhyme, it's just the way that I do it.
Whether it's on a mic? Or a forum board for improvement, damn..
Looking, like who's the man?
Just writing in vain, I guess see the pain expressed through the parallel
They're staring, well... let em'. These are smoking mirrors
feel the trajectory of the text from me. Jeopardy wordplay
Those games, sold separately.
Those records weaved are like? Sewn into time, so you know
my component of lines.

sorry rushed this shit, excuse the flurry of errors.

[Onceawhile]

the self is the greatest enemy to beat in time
only if you made other enemies, cuz there are no other enemies, something deceives the mind.
who's holdin power? I or the vision of mine, constrictin my rhymes
a beautiful friend i never had, gifting me golden flowers
the heart could drive me to imagine it for hours and hours
i chase a mirage, but i deny it all. Time and time again.
I denied my family, I denied my friends.
I could say I was at wits end
but its been said. you know how many times i never hit send?
the message written, i'm the one who crumbles it up.
i'm the one who reads it over, im summin this up.
i can never think straight or commit, i came here because i've lost ability.
came to improvise, my mind is my responsibility.
gotta learn to move
learn the groove.
gotta learn to choose meaning over babble rap. even battle rap.
word. improve...
some things I say don't mean a thing
its not smart to come here to be the king
but to rest the crown away
the sky is humbling, at the end of the day.

[Sammy]

hmm...i understand the sentiments.
shades can become image with enough focus on dimensions and shapes
reminds me of Hemingway
did you know, he'd often run the page
with free flowing thoughts until water turns to rain
torrential down pour; A brainstorm, if you will, quipped in intricate ways
a mathematician dealing digits with vivid engagement
2 and 2 are often forgotten by age. its...
not a matter of life's integral stages
rather, atrophy's will as practices becomes Answers...whether you love it or hate it
true, i'd often find myself visiting the pool
the cess, the smoke. The Ebb. The Flow...the feelings created!
Enter the Twilight Zone. A Walking distance..
back to creative essence.
Ride the merry-go-round. the music. The faces.
Popcorn scented elegy.
Rainy days works well for me.
Dark thoughts drawn in juxtaposing hellish schemes.
Well at least, that's hell to me.

[Onceawhile]

You word masters 've built civilizations underground
i stumble on 1 every now and then that I shovel 'round.
Level after level found.
Makes me wonder "how", and what does it come down to?
Too close to the core. I'm supposed to explore, I'm bound to.
Its an absurd act to convert raps
to word maps and search that.
The treasure was inside all along, im positive its a sure fact.

[Celph Taut]

Man, feel like there's a treasure for every word rapped.
The cage, engaged, but still inside of the bird trap.
Can't let that bird back. Center stage...
to the third act. Until they unveil the curtains.
They say that these scales for certain.
Off the rails, like the skaters while they await a turn, and...
straight go murdering off a hunch.
It's not about battling, it's about the image
reflected off of the pattern... from what you're concocting, thoughts
been like the martyr traveling.
Can't imagine, how he's been.
All the pressure surrounding him... he can't wait to touch ground, again.
So astounding when the powers come out,
and now he's towering over, Jehovah so wanna clown him, and...
He won't let him. Third person perspective now.
Fourth wall has been broken, saying don't let him down.
Sure enough. He's better round'
his peoples, how he levied the crown.
Ever since they put their head in the ground, he's been adrenaline-bound.
Ready to sound off on a generation of worshipers
Who wanna torture us, just so that they can force their "trust"
Pfft. Pitiful. I wanna drive
the suicide, see the doors go up.
But the 1 percentile looks down at the poor, like schmucks.