Freestyle Cypher

[JimmyBones]

Flatground BMX, hood rat drive by on a diamond back venom...
Got a niner, spit like a cobra, bite like a viper...
Explode like a side winder
Wont kill ya, but I'll paralyze ya and put you on an early pention...

Fuckin clowns get roast, like steven kings it...
Jumped ya'll like checkers, I kinged it...
Spit one liners, on a text cypher...^^
"I'M THINKIN'"

werd up lol thanks for the food for thought lol

[Soule]

One of these days pandas will rule the galaxy,
driving us extinct and feeding off the apathy.
Bamboo guns and fur neatly combed backward,
speaking Korean and devouring the captured.
They're evil creatures, designed to look cute,
until you turn around and they're butt fucking you.
Don't fall for the charade, it's coming real soon,
these carnivorous monsters will dig up their roots.
Robotic bears with cyborg eyes for laser clout,
no rebellion warfare could surprise their mammal snout.
You fall asleep and they'll eat you alive,
rip off your limbs and leave you to die.
Pandas aren't innocent, they're planning our demise,
so next time you see one, kill the furry guy!

[JimmyBones]

Bout to take this shit over.......re invent the wheel


Yeah check it........

I bringin this back court, goin back and forth.
Fuck dribblin the ball, I'm smashin the floor.
Slashin the sword, rappers get torn...
When I come back for the war, I'm back from the ward.
Wit this rap man I'm bored, so I'm raisin the par.
Yeah I'm movin the bar, so fast I'm passin the cars.
My passions a storm, my rhymes are persuin.
Fadin to black in a pair of Black DC's by Nyjah Houston.
The rhymes I'm usin, are utilized by a mind that's ruthless.
The most cruelest, unusual guy, I'll prove it.
When I come bustin, my lines combustin' spontaneous...
Surprise eruption...
You Layamon should should hate me cause I can bust this.
I don't give a fuck if, you diss me, and your rhymes destructive...
You guys ain't nothin....
Do anything you want, you can, to best mine.
But you can't compete when I eat this beat,
Break it down like an enzyme, on records...
Check it.....
I make my flow go off beat like a 50's rock tune.
Spittin between the drum beats and melodies to simply rock you...
Back and forth, like a Da brat soft tune...
Just don't get it twisted, ya'll should just listen.
I'm tryin to show you this wisdom, the flow that I'm spittin.
Over load your dome in an instant, like a flash flooded river system.
I don't plan of stoppin or ever quittin, see pimpin'.
I keep it pumpin like a piston...
I drop these bombs, splittin adams like Eve had a divorce...
Wit Jimmy Bones, just to prove incest is not biblical intercourse..
It gettin worse wit words I spit unleashin hordes.
Of zombies demons and heathens eatin JB's corpse...
I'll give ya'll a contact buzz like e was seepin in these pores...

Blam

[Celph Taut]

Body weakened, no recourse.
Yeah, blam' em' indeed.
They got no stamina, so man... I proceed.
1000 words, no cameras are seen.
Kids are all flash anyway. Amateur seeds....
Lightning in a bottle.... yeah, Thor...
n' the hammer's siezed... a Demi God when the pen's on...
the canvass.
Megatron.... faggot, with Mega Man's set of arms.
And Astro Boy's blasting ploys. Get that ass destroyed.
Train of thought; every track enjoyed.
Luggage of rappers in it, I'm packing noise.
Breaking decibel switches. Out of this world, pressing the distance.
Messages instant -- taneous to the text in this, wishing
Extraterrestrial's would test it, bro.
Lesson learned. They wouldn't. Mastered the arts.
A Picasso at rapping, but the Plato of philosophy, plastering charts.
A great, casted the arc.... after the flood
splitting the Red Sea passage apart... like THAT THERE'S A START...
Ha.. no Tablets, or marks.
No, no burning bushes. No. No learning goodness. No.
No wording, just a soul merchant controlled, being his own person.
Microphone thirsting.
Fuck rappers tho. They don't have to know.
My attack. Shit's so tactful though. Taciturn... I turn the tables
far as you cats are concerned.
Totally uninspired to kick it. I require a distance
more higher than a pilot wishing to fly his plane up to the sky.... with...
Opey inside of that bitch... and Tax Mastery
Oh, my bad... whatever his name's now.. I'll get it when the plane's down.




You hot? You're lion -- should've took your fucking
neck n' put a mane around. Turn your your upside down smile
180 degrees so it ain't a frown...
Got the Satanic Crown...
what... St.Nick crown? My presence of inflicting pain is profound.
And you'll get a red nose, if you say I'm a clown.
Throw the lower torso of your bitch down a river and watch the Labia drown..
Then kick the unborn baby around...
Pull its FUCKING brain from the ground...
while it's having his last breaths, n' then laugh
as I project it at fucking stonewall, like a Crash Test.
Collapsed chest.. with my foot directions all over its fucking site
like it's MapQuest. I'm talking: A foot size, The brand, the type, and my address.
And then. THEN! I get a conscious like, "Let the lad rest"...
Sorry for that.. if you were offended by the bars that I rap.
It's just... harder to stop myself, then come off of the top... whatever.
Hip Hop endeavor...
Quicker than the wrist watch, n' lever... locked on the storage locker of Hip Hop, forever.
Yeah, the 90's.... and I'll stop it here. So... not to fear.
I'm a rocketeer. Hip Hop's here!

[JimmyBones]

Jimmy bones.....

Fuckin murderin, soon I get out the depths hell..
Wit a vengance, and a message, I'mm collectin for show and tell..
This tall tale heart wit a dark flow, Like Ed-Gar Poe...
I got the key like an an Allen, This isn't a gift nor a talent.
It's a mouse trapped in the talons, of a falcon...
Hunting skills and natural instinct, are what I put into this ink..
To send foes wit out a paddle up shits creek...
When you stumble on a cult, and this is where it gets deep.
Grave robbin my corpse, diggin up six feet.
Performin satanic rituals to bring me....
Back to life, rappin zombie, cravin brains...
Like a nictotine fiend and some craven A's...
Fuck it lets play this game, gain a grade.
Take ya'll to school wit some laymen phrase...
My ancient ways from the void contain blaze
Of purple fire, and incredible strength that would make the matrix cave.
I make it change into a world of turmoil and anguish...
Flames cook fools on rotisserie, like chickens faggots.
Burn in the wicker man ritual...
Summoning my demon spirit, Jimmy Bones a wicked individual..
Meta-physical, Literal, rap lingual talking in tongues wit a twisted flow...
If you think you can hit a ghost, or you got a spit to flow....
Well shit lets go, we can hit the road...
For a trip to Boston Texas wit Drew Barymore and Justin Long.
then we'll see how far the distance goes.
When along came paulie with ben stiller.
On this family vacation where we met the millers...

Holly wood bitch

[Celph Taut]

My sets iller. A fucking zoo. A bunch of net Guerrilla's...
war bound.. that's metaphors, wow!
But how so? Cause I'm bound! Tied down to the cross roads.
Colossal. Head made out of Dinosaur fossils.
fucking nose so big, you can see inside of my nostrils.
Notice how my brain operates.
Dropping tapes from a 4 walled room, with no windows
-- you can not escape!
Crooked I skill, hoping that you got it "straight".
Hooked, without the narcotics, mate.
But yeah, highly sought after.
I swear, I'm hating you 'pop' rappers...
Specially the murderous youth..
You sound "corny", but I realize you're not spitting a 'kernel' a truth!
So yeah, your grassroots movement is perturbing the root..
Directing such angst and animosity; I'm determined to 'shoot'...
You vermin. Watch you squirm for the booth...
Guess you haven't learned, the recruit is serving up
high caliber Pi's at you, bro!
So if I catch em' in the radius? The family
mourning em' will have to have the Casket clothes...
Like they were worrying about the attire when he was latched below...
An asshole though.
I write tracks of flow.
On sight... make it theatrical, like a Roman Polanski show.. a rancid slow
Manson blow. Tex Watson with the syllables.
A Killer. Know... no boundaries,I'm peeling the skin off of the bones.
Anti social, so I'm often alone.
And suicidal, doctors say I'm hospital prone.
Need prescription to Zoloft, as I walk in my home.
That's where the obstacles roam--
around, like they're lost little souls, that float around like the black dots in my ocular zones...!!!!!
Wow, relax Celph; does writing a track help?
In fact, no. I'm spineless.. cerebral intact though...
Which is ironic, cause with rap, bro? I'm taking the "back" road.
Like I'm looking for that hole... in the ground...
No use in controlling it now..
Yeah...the omen's around...
St. Nicholas ... is Caucasian's fucking ridiculous.
Just think of this: Hebrew. Yeah, we knew!
And yet, we think it's crazy Tom Cruise's talking about Xenu.
As religions fight for historical accuracy.
Based on stories written ages ago. Basically pages
of blatant statements that go:
"Two of every animal on Noah's arc"... Red Sea
thrown apart. Napoleon Bonaparte.
What do you know's art?
Socrates, Aristotle, Plato's a start...
Back to Galileo and the heliocentric...
Yeah, I MC... but to me, we see history's
a key to opinion, with feelings against it...
Penny for a thought when what I'm seeing is cents less..
We believe with a vengeance.
Figuring religion is the key to the entrance.
Different varying forms, feeding a death-wish...
Charles Bronson bar toxin.
Shadow boxing with my entity, wasn't meant to be.
Darkness, the shroud of doubt that's resenting me.
But I learned that in Middle School...
so it's Elementary, mentally, to tell me what's meant to be.
Like hell. I write like the white cells, fighting infection..
Fucking keyboard actors lacking all 'type of direction'...
This microphone session?
No hype. I'm contesting... in the booth,
like a confession, while trapeze walking virgin territory
for a 'tighter' connection...

[Baron Mynd]

The best writer this section's seen since my adolescence.
Free with blinded intention, biters on deck are a minor discrepancy.
Timeless the wrecking spree.
I'm the tyrant your bended knees are tiring from kept on keeping
admiring my pedigree.
High off the evergreen,
got a spring in step somethin' like I was Zebidee.
Redefining what legend means.
Keep in line, if you mess with me,
I'll eat alive any pet you keep.
Bleed it dry til it lets a squeak
seep and cries out for help it needs.
Realize, I'm a Death Machine,
you'll fear in time with the weaponary
my evil mind's an accessory to.
Freedom fighter. Exemplary fool.
Tentative schooling created a monster
rendered him stupid, gave him the vodka,
places to conquer and allies to make,
raped him of honour, made a mistake.

[Fresh]

Lay him to rest in the fade of his wake
Like a ripple through time, memory cascades into slake
to cripple the mind, a facade of his ache
a victimless crime in this day in age
Take it all in let the sediment settle
Let go of the brake and let betterment pedal

[Celph Taut]

Lay him to rest in the fade of his wake
Like a ripple through time, memory cascades into slake
to cripple the mind, a facade of his ache
a victimless crime in this day in age
Take it all in let the sediment settle
Let go of the brake and let betterment pedal

King of the playground; where's my reverent medal?
Get it? Nah, never hesitant - ghetto...
mentality. Celph Taut... 1000 lines of photographs.
protoplasm covers the epitaph that he's holding, that's
a lot like his fucking scrotum, past
the gonads. Bonafide monarch of the forum raps.
And his public decorum asks more of em', as he's blaring
past the defensive linemen, Hip Hop's own Warren Sapp.
A hook, without an enormous plat--
form performing a chorus track...
Spatial in nature, paper ignoring gaps.
Just... minimal boundaries... so yeah, here's the Bounty.
Fill The Void, I'm the Sentry; it's apparent, without me...
Shit'll collapse. Miserable cats
sitting, relaxed in the lair being despicable, while I'm
running physical laps around their visual axis..
Food for thought? Here's your platter.
Medusa's glare of music, causing mirrors to shatter.
With the lyrics. Shit, the merits I gathered..
Is cool... battling tool... minus a classes of rules...
While you cats sniffed glue, n' used to tattle in school...GAH!
I scoff at that. Photo negative aspect...
the chopping block of Hip Hop intact. Non-stop bonkers-rap.
Yeah, lungs deflated... and his tonsils cracked.
But I don't give a fuck, misery's where I get my concepts at..
My mind's a theater - "Yo, where the concert at?"
So much tread on this fucking brain of mine? I don't think I'll get the deposit back!

[JimmyBones]

Yo, I put it down like this...

This typin shit, cypherin, freestyle.
Wit key style, while comin' wit hyper shit.
Warp speed, My bars jet, gettin it?
My mind thinks like hyper space,
star trek genesis....
My arms flex bendin this.
Bar, into a pretzel.
Punchlines leave craters,
I'm detrimental..
Crazy I'm extra mental.
When I hit the keyboard.
Speak or, get the pencil....
So fuck it, you best just get low.
But it's not li'l Jon, from the wall to the window...
It's Jim bones with an anti-tank missile.

[Celph Taut]

F'real.... official with Steele... like I worked in a mill...
verses appeal to all ages, got that personal feel.
Ha... like, "I heard he conceals..." not likely, I just rap.
with this Mic intact. Nope. Nevermind. I'm just typing that.
Nitrous, and a box of TNT - so go light a match.
Fire tracks from inside the ash, my drive doesn't require gas.
Nor OnStar... trust me, road side assistance is nothing...
And I'm brainless, like my fucking mind's missing or something.
Who's got their back? when they're in a position of FRONTING?
Fuck the adhesive, I've been ridiculous, cousin.
So shit, you can 'stick' to assumptions.
Stick my dick in a F15 passage way, before it
lifts off from launch base, so the missile won't function...
"Yo, the fuck, man?" I'm nuts. Monocle there.
It was a cat-walk for Celph Taut to model the tier...
I'm calling camaraderie on a lot of you queers
Under the influence, got a high blood alcohol content that's not over beers..HANHHH!???
Like the Ying Yang Twins, but I'm not whispering to you...
I'm Charles Lee Ray with a fucking doll in my hand, envisioning voodoo!
Listening to that Detroit Michigan dude, that's sick with his music...
But I bang to the beat of my own drum - both my fists are acoustics!
Yup. Sorry for the delay.
But I'm the Prodigal son.
The fallen comets of one astronomical cunt (That's me)
You want drama, you punk?
Yeah... didn't think so. Think fast, so I drink slow
With continuous pressure, that kitchen sink flow.
Just, letting my ink go... Irv Gotti....
these words probably hit a nerve. Got me exactly what I deserved - BODIES.
I'm not a role model, hell... not even looked up to.
The stuff that I do? Is under the influence of a couple of brews.
But fuck it, that's just another excuse.
Stick my tongue out at rappers like, "Grow a pair"
I laced the spot, but you can't run in my shoes...
And if you didn't catch that, those were metaphors on sneaker ware.
Go read it again, n' see that C can M-"C" with this Pen...
--cill in his hand... Mr. Syllable Man.
Scribbling... and... just... being Militant.
a killer who ran his course with Tyrannic force.
Lower torso - both hands divorced.
Damn, I wanna go out on a limb and say I have no plans on trashing this corpse...
Unless, you ask me. Of course.
Then, everything's completely different.
Heart's icy cold, like my fucking artery's heat resistant.
Got no leg to stand on; I'll rap knee-deep in this shit.
Crazy enough to ransack a Rich man and beat him 'cents less'
Hence this... bravado I wear, like Johnny Bravo was here..
Jizz on your mama n' smear my liquid children on her brassiere...!!!!
YUCK. Now do me a favor? And not tell your kids...
Got a hellish wit...the Devil's just a jealous prick!!!

[Well Versed]

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah...well were back...fuck this fuckin place...

this is the sport of kings, but at night, i feel like a free lancer
cuz im not making shit unless i move it, kinda like a cheap dancer
i pray, GOD please answer, but if u dont, its cool i get the message
its a lesson, in whats precious, and im readin up for the presage

my essence, is in the vestige, of this wreckage
imma murderer with words, imma kill em in a second
on my face ive got the visage, like ninja, with em weapons
swords on my back like leo, and im not lying, you best respect it

im better just accept it, not on facebook, fuck ur friend request
im mark zuckerberg, ur just a fuckin nerd, and yes i am the best
when i pen this text, imma lvl 34 writer, and uve just began this quest
see ur no match for me, uve got no heat, and ill probably, never hear me say "i am impressed"

and yes i am obsessed, with perfection, only challenge is my reflection
rap is dying, thats why im writing, trying, to concoct the confection
with convection, im destroying everyone who is left in my section
melting the complexion, of all the art that i have in my collection

v2

ay its as if my conception, has become my ideology
and that is why im constantly workin on my philosophy
and fight for good with such ferocity, line after line like geometry
my bars equal 2mg over PACd, in other words,
im bout to meet my terminal velocity

cuz i awesomely, formulate, words with great, typography
i make my work come alive, Frankenstein bar monstrosities
ay im the only one whos got THIS DOPE, ive got THE monopoly
ive got it covered, cant no one fuck with this except GOD, call that monogamy

dam im just too hot to breathe, imma dragon on these beats
burning every bar write, til theres a bunch of wagons in the streets
fulla dead instrumentals, the ppl coward down when i speak
i do the impossible, i probably work, 400 hours, in a week

i devour all the weak, rappers, who try to come at me
if u did, im sure ur board members, would enjoy your company
cuz all i do handle business, you shouldn't ever try to hunt for me
cuz yall be lookin dumb, like those dudes trackin big foot, on discovery

v3

yeah im super fuckin lyrical, this verse is one long miracle
im the type to work for GOD, while yall remain non-clerical
and ive got a strong spirit so, i write every page like a parable
yall doing nothing with ya music, u sound like miley cyrus, so terrible

its almost unbearable, but im on my grizzly, puttin out these forest fires
i feed em bowls of bars for breakfast, cuz only serial killers, will endorse a tiger
cuz they say im grrrrreat, well, thats an understatement, just ask divorcement writers
i separate, the real and fake, so if they hate, of course their liars

im where the corpse expire, cuz i like to stay close to my relatives
im not the king yet, but im tryin to earn the title like elvis did
hella, intelligent, my scientific theory will be redolent
in future generations, unlike the Kardashians, ill always be relevant

my excellent elegance, for music, knowledge, and word-smithing
increase as i practice, my swing, i make hits, despite what your pitching
im sword grippin, and slicing, through those who enter the battle ring
id get mad at ppl who jack my lines, but that shit is quite flattering

fuck it...old shit...

[Celph Taut]

See the sight gathering... that's life, just light chattering.
Trying to get over the hurdles with mic javelin's
if that makes any sense, in my place of defense - I'm spent, tired.
But, again, everyone who's read what I said is wiser.
The energizer. Focusing punches in emotional crunches
Exploding, the lever's ripped off. There's no way of controlling the substance.
Going for lunges. Pencil describes what my mental decides.
A menacing high from all the drugs on his medicine drives.
A head acts as an interface, another head's inside...
operating, loose morals tackled right, instead of his pride.
Words worth more than a third of the philosophers who've taught basis
And are heralded by the scientists of today into top placements.
But, let's not make this... about them, it's about me.
I go in, shadow boxing with silhouettes - where's my mouth piece?
Putting my dukes up... ready to ration with a deadlier faction...
Instigating a war, riding the thread because they said it's in fashion...
Word play, no anesthetics are masking.
A basket case, dead already, in autopsy - laying on top of a table.
Trying to make way to the kidney, but they're not really able
I channel my inner thoughts, even after I'm gone, which tied a knot in the cable...
cord... machines breathing life in the game...
Writing in vein, syringe needles. Yeah, Michael Myers, I'm plain Rikers insane.
The same delightful terrain as before, putting my claims on the board
faster than Monopoly plays... nobody's stopping these trains.
Got me this name for a reason, always been calm and collective...
Cocky and ignorant. Think of some different shit n' just kick it in.
Shit. Look at his freaking grin.
With Heath Ledger's lipstick in his Joker lunch-box, feeling his fits again.
Mission accomplished. If you're wishing for such
ridiculous concepts, come quick with the content that you kick
in your written subconscious.
And just flip. Mr. Obnoxious.
Got a sticker on the bumper of his Buick, which is a picture of ____ with his middle finger up your Mom's clit.

[Jermz $G$]

i cant lose, fuk wit yall lames i refuse
everyday i make moves, puttin bands in my trus
u rappers are old news, on some washed up shit
im the new blood, 2 Lz an a cup fulla mud
ya album a dudd, few records sold
im king tutt wit the gold corny bitches made my heart cold

[Celph Taut]

I start bold
I'm the Raider of the Lost Arc.
the apex of disaster. Mocking the dark.
My weakest rhyme? can shoot to the top of the chart.
I'd dumb it down, but either way? They're not really smart.
So what's the point? Brilliance here, stroking my ego.
In the innocence of the world trade, hoping for Evil.
I'm Marked For Death... which is cool. I'm fine, watching you phony's fail.
Poke your eyes out...rocking Seagal's ponytail.
Ha. Back-breaker. The Bane of your existence.
Painful, when resistant. Aim, and then I rip shit.
My frame's of misfit. Tactical wear for all the rappers in here
Who think they're sick, but are masking their fear.
Dorian Gray of rapping, I swear... the ugliness inside of me is
enough to put a crack in the mirror
but I can't say the Portrait ain't capture the spirit.
Aging 1000 years for every torturous rhyme that I've forced in my mind.
Making a fortune designing the bastard instruments of my course, with a line.
So get your torches and find...
The light at the end...
Cause I don't like to pretend.
When I'm typing? this pen's likely a friend to give me a knife,
bottle of Vicodin, and... a license to spend
most of my vacant time taking your spine out of its column.
Detaching the pivot point right down to the bottom.
With all of this weak royalty? Getting the crown was no problem
I just snatched it. Along with the gown, then dotted out
of it, plotting a next attack on any clown who goin' want it...
You see? It's crucial I flex these musical pecs'...
Using this text as a noose to your neck... hanging you from your own
bullshit, then removing the steps.
It's an exclusive, I guess.
And the fact I do this in less than a minute, with no perpetual limits only proves I'm the best
So you? should address the greatness that's emerged.
Channeling words instrumental to success to all your panicking nerves.
Man, this deserves some kind of eerie theme music.
Or at least pyrotechnics, smoke screens, and some flashing lights.
I am a rap device.
I'm telling you to kill yourself, and I ain't asking twice.
Slash your wrists, and consider it favor as I detach your fists...
completely from the wound and bash you with your own fractured limbs..!