Freestyle Cypher

[Well Versed]

i actually kinda liked that... ^^^^^^^^^^^

[Well Versed]

Imma king in my realm, i wield the pen like excaliber//
No matter how many nights, you spend at the table youll never match my caliber//
Cuz i hammer shit, imma blacksmith, mixed with gallagher//
Straight beast on a beat, cant u hear how I howl the words?!//

Blowing up any challenger, cuz too me rap is rocket science//
Dude Im in the lab all day, workin on some unstoppable virus//
They say Im sick in the head, i violently vomit up guidance//
My words could destroy your world, like if earth and a comet collided//

Like a prophet combined with, professor X, imma visionary//
Schoolin kids, on how to be accepted for what they are, a mutant missionary//
Whos Fluent cleary, in that i am well veresed in all things//
My mind frame is that of the stars in heaven, never swayed unlike the fall leaves//

Unchanging, set in stone, is my throne, yalls flow is a calm breeze//
Cant move my structure, or even knock leaves off of the palm trees//
and ur the bomb? Please, my nick name should be, Oppenheimer//
The way im planning on demolishin cities, as a quantum scriber//

V2

Ok this is more than just a hobby, see if u can follow my train of thought//
Im in the basement, laying down tracks, that all connected contain the plot//
You can tell im a lil off, to understand me, id have to explain ALOT//
of crazy concepts, my thought process, is insane to watch//

Wordplay is inane on drops, complex dialect//
Its hard too see my spectrum, my words glow violet//
If you think you got my number then go ahead and dial it//
And plead your case, then tell me how the trial went//

Youre just a child kid, with your one track mind//
Your goal is so simple, unlike mine//
All u want is too be rich, and live life blind//
while Im tryin to pierce through the darkness, and let light shine//

if u dont get my lines, its ok, my ideas are as vast as the ocean is//
as I try to shift the tides of time, i kill em with no condolences//
Bible and sword in my hand, show me where a worthy opponent is//
But really im only here too see the rise, then watch em fall like the romans did//

[Celph Taut]

I'm on my Omen shit.... bones get split...
archeologist go in with a flash light, to see the osteoporosis hit..
My style? Moses gift... yeah, figured I wasn't done with it, yet...
Summon a vet, not likely, when he's under duress...
That's why I hunt my victim's down in my Punisher sweats
infinite ammo like a cheat code, no reload...
this is a free flow, see no...
stopping the threshold, here we go...
off of the ledge... Tebow... this here's Evil...
Sorry for the lack of a fight.... run up in traffic and flatten the light, causing a car accident hike after I strike..
The master despite formal teachings. Don't care.
SlugTerra mug like the Disney show aired (Mickey: O-Ho! Don't go there)
Oh yeah. Just did. My league's
like DC because it just is(Justice)
Fuck, you don't know what a punch is?
This is all about substance.
Deep down. I do it with a key-style. A free style.
Run a 103 miles around these youngings.
Dumb styles. Call me Young Miles.
Run wild in the jungle yelling out "Come proud!"
Back in the gym. Working on my back and then
had that Protein shake after I did like, "That's the shit!"
When I'm bored with raps, I go out and explore the facts.
It makes me more relaxed.
Winners are fucked. But kids are in luck.
I bring you idiots out - Dinner For Schmucks...
Raise that ring up? Then your finger gets cut, and taking out the window like, "This isn't enough"?
Or do you need a trophy too, you miserable cunt?
Double-meaning, that Taxidermy hobby at the Dinner, I am physically stuffed!
Not thinking, what's up? That's me on daily.
You guys are feeding the baby. And he needs to be crazy.
Nah, y'all are feeding the beast and need to retreat.
I need me some sleep, it's 3:37AM....
AND I'M REPEATING THE BEAT - ING from this evening, to speak...
-in to this microphone here.
I write alone. Clear the hype from on the Titantron.
You need your life withdrawn.... too much Sesame Street...
Too much more or lessons to reach the intellectual peaks...
But fuck it, I'm crashing I'm tired.
Plus I lack the desire to rap at this time, I'll...
pass it back to the next guy to light the match to the fire...

[EBCB]

matter of truth, your truth doesn't matter
clear my throat get in the booth and splatter
hawk loogies fatter thick spit rapper
real lyricist, I have a conflict with actors

[EBCB]

let the age come, get smarter with the page son
bring heat like the venus
throat me off, say hi to me penis
now goodbye, you can't compete with this
master with no mind, lost my mind that I mastered
coocoo, crazy, bonkers, is what I captured
his eyes are scattered he looks plastered
what drugs is he on? what does it matter?
low life, wait he's on no drugs... imagine that.
crazy fucker.


hahaha

[Celph Taut]

Huh? What are you laughing at?
This is "Acid Rap". And they don't got a "Chance" at that...
I have plans to stack more lyrics on a piece of paper.
Pinnochio meets Carlo Collodi - come and meet your maker.
You look inside of my repertoire? it's a deepened crater...
But asking me f'real? I'm a say "it's something you'll sleep in later"
If you live through your memories, then that's a short stop...
The road's paved with gold from my stories - this is Fort Knox.
I'm off of the rack - no support locks.
Four blocks, from Edmonton, to Bramalea to Brampton to the Future
like Wayne & Drake, from date to date.
This is my demo, so play the tape.
You like it or not, my thoughts always lay awake.
I'm rinsing in the pools of the Monkey's; I am a Bathing Ape...
Fleeting over tracks in one direction, like a train escape.
You knocking the boots? I'm swift in mine...
around the clock, like the ticking time...
I think of lines synchronize it in quick design...
So think of the Napoleon of his time... a revolutionary
pivoting the hordes of music, causing a fusion near me.
1080p HD, this is face time.
Broaden the spectrum for the modern set, son...
Hold the SHIELD down, but not for protection.
Loki's and mischief. And this shit? Much more different, for instance
the talent and skills are like talons and gills.
Verses revel, in an altitude that can't be measured by surface level...
The momentum is picking up... writing words...
more subtler than Ricin, hitting vital nerves - Rapbattles Heisenberg

nods @Don Jon

I'm a jerk. Kill a guy in a Hawaiian designer shirt...
Cold's shit. Both my fists in the pavement like, "Don't Resist"!
Focused, bitch. The Punisher's here to pummel you queers...
Dragging behind a car while you rummaging there, under the rear...





I hope it's come to you clear (puts on Frank Castle moniker): I made you kill your wife AND your son.
Damn, it's fun. It's funny, the more you feel like a God, the more you're deemed the Satanic one.
That branded gun's loaded, ready to fire at your petty desire
to be a higher MC with that drive, until you're inside of a Tree...
in flames, fucking fire debris flies and is seen
by a near by guy, and his 3... friends, with their iPhone cameras at all angles, in awe.
They can't unseen what they've saw. Dangling jaw.
Tangled, the raw.... metal hanging off the passenger, mangled abroad...
Yeah, that's right. I'm rapping about it now, for people to see.
The franchise lives on... even if he's deceased. The speaking has ceased.
Paul Walker's gone... and there's still Vin Diesel, heating the streets.
Then it all comes full circle... cause everyone keeps FEEDING THE BEAST!!!!!
I don't give a damn. People die every day.
Mothers cry as their fucking children lie there decayed, foot inside of the grave.
I'm desensitized because I am awake.
The lies that they make televised to our eyes a mistake.
The modern Garden Of Eden, seeing the rise of the Snake...
I key style any way. On some dead people shit, or if they're alive? I stick to my guns.
But I'm sure you kids will call me the ridiculous one.
Because I'm indifferent to one person dying out of a fucking billion to come!



GET OVER IT!!!!!

[Crummy]

I'm spillin my rum, This is my Bacardi blog.
Cross the road, n snatch your eggnogg.
Get a trampoline if your feelin frog.
I bounce out of my bogg,
got an ounce of fog, count the waves in my smog.
I ain't Afraid of your most vicious dogg.
You just a bitch doing his job.
Stay small!! Go ahead.. work it!!
All your innuendos are bringing your pussy to the surface.
This bitch thinks he's perfect,
when he wrestles text.
But I'll bring down his Federation, with a perfect plex.
Lets both die!! and see who merked it best.
my verses are a breath of fresh air.
I'm dressed in pollution. Now try to recycle this nightmare..
These are my chairs.
Ain't no seats, for your musical catastrophe.
I taught myself domestic violence.
Can't you hear the wretched silence,
When I smack a beat?.......

[Celph Taut]

So don't attack... retreat.
Your veteran status ain't that unique...
Peep the master speak. Cats 'buckle up' like a fastened seat...
Yeah, this is domestic. Written suggests it has no home but its own...
My formula's known to revel in the coldest of tones. Soluble zones.
I'm tired, so if this is coming off lazy? my apologies.
Protein knocked me out. I woke up with nothing to talk about.
But lit a match under my ass when I saw Crummy reply to it
And the passion inside snatched up my pen and told my ass to "Reply...do it!"
So I did. I always divulge the voice in my head...
When his choice of a thread involves warping the human mind with poisonous lead...
I hoisted the dead from the cemetery... like fuck it.
If the passion lives on? I'm getting em' classics beyond where the casket is, dog.
I'm the Sundance Kid -- Harry Alonzo Longabaugh
Butch Cassidy's notable killer crew with the Soco flow...
So die hastily. Or try replacing me, don't matter.
My mind's a vacancy... of multiple line complacency...
I just rap. That's all I know. Follow the melodic road...
strictly a platonic mold... know about it? Not a soul...
Sonic's zone. Rings beyond the Emerald rocks below...
Jumping on the top of those objects until the box explodes...
Running through the prairies under 10 minutes, the clock foretold
it on screen - lock and load. I finished every obstacle!
Final level now, I didn't think that it was possible.
To beat Dr.Robotnik - I squashed em' though, and got the goal!
But that was back in the 90's, you don't have to remind me...
I found that game to be a cult classic. Locked up in the vault, bastard.
And as a result? Madness. I spit out acid
I should've stopped bars ago, but it's my passion.
I'm recovering classics, like a muttering has-been.
Tell Robert Rath, there's ANOTHER Assassin
Up in this bitch... So don't swing me an offer, if you have nothing to pitch.
I'm cutting this shit...down to a fraction to share it up with you pricks.

[Well Versed]

my thoughts...


ay its like celph said were here to Feed the beast//
do i wanna see the second coming, nah, I rather be deceased//
For my faith wont ever see defeat, even if i see death near//
the average age for sex is 13, these boys dont even have chest hair//

Whats it gonna be next year? Probably Nine.//
I cant just sit here, and act like next years gonna be fine//
When my heart bleeds for the ppl standing in obamacare lines//
And the media doesnt give a fuck, they just commandeer minds//

As they profit from their lies, and distract us from whats going on//
Wake up ppl, the economy isnt the only thing thats going wrong//
They pay ppl to go along, and give us misinformation to confuse us//
Tell us its all because they love us, but in reality they use us//

When i speak on this, ppl be like "wait, who? What?, Man Ur crazy"//
"America would never do that, plus what u got against Jay z?"
its not that ppl are lazy, its that they happy living in the matrix//
like this life is perfect, why would we wanna change it?//

[Well Versed]

more of my thoughts...

v2

This is a really sad song, but i wanna put some hope in it//
Cuz most of em, buy a sack, fill bowl, n smoke some shit//
But thats just an escape, when they got bills to pay, and their broke as shit//
In the greater scheme of things, thats barely in the yoke of it//

I cant cope with it, i swear to God i hate the world//
somethings wrong when theres a 50 percent chance ull be raped in ur life if ur a girl//
and ppl have STDs, and yes thats plural, i dont understand why God doesnt just kill us//
Weve outlived our usefulness, if I was God id supernova the sun, for real bruh//

Im not a part of the crowd, but im gonna watch the world play out//
On stage, their such good actors, cant wait, for what their gonna say now//
They want world peace, but that only means, they wanna dominate now//
So whos gonna stand against em? And whos gonna lay down?//

We need to congregate now!, its not about religion, its all about freedom//
The one gift God gave us, a choice to not believe him//
But believe this, to beat them, were gonna need a miracle//
its us verses them, the future is the hunger games but its gonna be alot more terrible//

time to resist...

[Crummy]

nah!!!
this is a freestyle cypher. so it's time to spit.
not time to prove god exsist.
when i rhyme i don't spare the rod in this bitch.
i'm at odds with your pitch. do your job be quick to report a crime.
there's a fifty percent chance i might rape your next line.
i flow a natural design. defined as a big bang.
so im a let my dick wang,.. you just go ahead and do your bitch thang.

[Well Versed]

oh crummy...what a child you are...

they call me Pablo-Esco-BARs, the way I supply the dope//
my words twist the image, you envision, like the end of a kaleidoscope//
im so lifted, off the holy spirit, sometimes i swear that i can float//
they hungry for it, and money buys food right? so who say you cant buy em hope?//

but i dont boast, and i would never lie to folk//
but many do, so when you see em, dont be surprised by the show//
that life looks nice, but not behind all the lights and smoke//
ay its all bout gettin doh, but im just gettin by, when broke//

i put on my headphones, and jam music, thats the only way i can cope//
with 12 year olds committing suicide, their pre-teen necks inside a rope//
dead, left overnight, they hang there, and right besides a note//
saying...life is too hard, tell mom and dad, i love them but...i had to go//

and shit i dont know, sometimes, i feel like im broken down on the side of the road//
and cant get anyone to help me out, stuck so long in the rain, that now im soaked//
what ive seen is what ive wrote, no need for me to tie a quote//
these are my words, an uncensored truth, entwined to flow//

real...

[Crummy]

I'm here to let my mind flow. Let the good rhymes roll.
I know hood times are low. I understood the grind never slows.
I say let the weed grow! Does that make me a bad guy?
Atleast i'm not in a dope hole, Looking for a glass pie.
I look past the lies, Telescopes tell me what's beyond the sky.
Why do we bomb lives? The young die, We fund our own demise.
Don't be stuned!! Don't cry!! Dry your eye n keep flowing.
I go deep, when i'm throwin, You go sweet, When u hoe-in.
I know we peep the same omen. The worlds rollin towards disaster.
But i ain't hopin for rapture. I ain't a broken soul, I'm not fractured.
I capture a key!!! I jot a Master's Degree In Feelin Free. And your'e really the only Evil comin after me.......

[Crummy]

nock nock!!! is anybody home?
is this a cypher,, or a place where old folks rest their bones?

[Well Versed]

just kickin this beat...watchin this video...i see what THEY are doing to our youth...

MOLLY MOLLY flow

I step up in the party, but i aint lookin for molly//
im just here, to crack a beer, im lookin for someone whos Godly//
But all i see as im watchin, is ppl gettin fucked up like its a job see//
They on that joy ride, I aint tryin to jump on that trolley//

Mixin alcohol with coffee, music so loud, the speakers poppin//
This chick told me shes got work in 4 hours but shows no signs of stoppin//
Cant hear shit when they talkin, smoke fills their lungs till their coughin//
Its crazy dude, the drugs they abuse, they gonna party straight into their coffin//

all kinds of pills they got em, X, speed, n codone//
And they takin it with a 5th of whiskey, cuz it gets em so bombed//
Dam these ppl trippin and they aint got nothing to hold on//
these gurls going wild, and guys take advantage of em, becuz they so gone//

Pop a zanny and tell your memory so long, its an easy way to black out//
They have no clue what happened, but their in jail having to call their dad now//
Its sad how, our youth, submits to this, behavior when they tap out//
But kids its no fun, when ur so drunk, you vomit then you pass out//

v2

Now i hope yall dont think im self righteous, and ive never partied//
Its just ive changed my wicked ways, from back when i was retarded//
Dude i was gnarly, playing beer pong with bacardi//
And yea i was poppin molly, while all my friends smoked that marly//

Gettin lifted when i was rollin kinda like a dolly//
Feelin splendid, my drinks blended, legendary shit, these kids, called me Brolly//
Im sayin i felt super, when i was on that molly//
No life problems, i was makin bad choices n i wasnt sorry//

with gurls that snort that holly, back and forth, they volley//
Lights vivid, so twisted, gurls kissin n swappin//
They in the place, with no tops on, lots of pills we popped em//
Way before drake i was on one, til my heart raced like i was joggin//

Loving God was my only option, to find a better way of livin//
Cuz when you live that life, its a vicious circle of never ending sinnin//
This goes for men and for women, drugs only make you feel like ur winning//
But molly, being Godly is the only way to the real party, so ill forever be a Christian//

fuck molly...