Freestyle Cypher

[The Great Father]

Cease thine harlotry.

[Well Versed]

ay imma rapper in my own right, im skittles, to these EMINEMS//
the self proclaimed rap god, but not compared to GODs eminence//
the top is eminent, shit, i meant imminent//
im paralyzed by this, i wont stand for this insolence//

youre outside of the immanence, silence the instruments//
u have no power, let us only hear, now the sound, of your impotence//
these actions were not found in innocence, or to be a one time incident//
you blasphemed my Masters name, the world saw how the commencements went//

you are ridiculous, your title and deeds of wickedness//
a role model to the kids, but your evil aura, is ubiquitous//
to GODs Leviticus you are oblivious, as u promote greed and being polygamous
this is Illuminati shit, the conspiracy is very conspicuous//

with all their hand signs and shit, everyone is throwing up em pyramids//
the truths a bitch, all rappers worship satan, and i know its hard to hear this shit//
sorry girls, but katy perry and miley cyrus are definitely in this shit//
if u want, follow me down the rabbit hole, u wont believe how deep it gets//

[The Great Father]

Verily thou doth parlay from thine rectum.
It art recognized thou doth see but a sliver of the spectrum.

Thine delusions shalt lead to thine demise in life and beyond.
Verily thine misguidance must sing it's swan song.

Lost sheep, thou doth need to be saved by The Great Father's might.
Thou art but a deaf man to the truths lost alone in the night.

Lay down thine shield of ignorance, verily see.
The teachings of The Great Father shalt set thee free.

[Well Versed]

lolz...YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO DO ALOT BETTER THAN THAT DUDE...

[The Great Father]

Neigh, it art THOU who doth need to surrender thine narrow and misguided views, thy plithy giglet.

[Well Versed]

um ok...why dont you just read and try to learn something...

v2

ok peep this shit, imma sketch this, for all the skeptics//
the U.N. is fulla more shit, than all the countries septics//
get it? no joke, mark me a hectic, and yes i am a cynic//
when they speak about ethnic cleansing, dont think they are talkin antiseptics//

they just wanna wreck shit, so were forced into cooperation//
the guide-stones are in georgia, their prime goal is depopulation//
its like why vote? its always planned ppl into inauguration//
freedom is an illusion, the choices are chose for us, by indoctrination//

were all submitted to intoxication, it is in everything thats around us//
the food, the water, the air, not to mention how they subliminally propound us//
they confound us, do you even know how evil the men were who found us?//
this country lead by a secret origination, called masons, that were renowned//

lets think about it, they left because they wanted freedom//
but now if you want the same thing, they will throw you in jail for treason//
i mean shit, what hypocrites, oh by the way, their religion was the reason//
they were worshipping something other than GOD, and thats why they left England//

WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU SHEEP

[The Great Father]

don't they they? Thou art a barnacle.


Churlish knave, thou art bound to the lies thou art fed.
Thou art the bitch of NBC and BBC and CNN.

Men doth call thine anus "lowway to the danger zone"
Verily for thine source of news is MTV and VH1.

Cease thine conspiracy theorys wrapped in gossip-bred thought.
Thou art a sheep like the others, thine originality is naught.

[Celph Taut]

The principality of thought, yeah, a circuitry, working me.
Verses leave the launch pad and work controversially...
Yeah, fuck scribing an ink... I'm the decider, just finding a link
murdering rap, n' serving up cats faster than a Korean affair..
I be seen in the lair...
Looking for survivors...
Nothing, fuck yea... a tough guy, like Popeye... with the Spinach
at hand... diminish your fam. Not even thinking here.
Words come? Learn some, then I kick it off like a freaking Boss.
This is your Mr. Ripping off your fucking fist
From your wrist, I scoff... the picture of that is ridiculous, black.
Stick to doing shit that's an act... you don't fit the description
You could be big, overtly-obese, n' still slip in the cracks of this, when relaxed.
I'm ripping the pages out of the phone book...
every name that I get? Better aim for respect.
My aim is direct. NAVY 6 team in the dark, flashing a beam across
Osama's forehead, shooting the fucker off in the dark of night.
Killing him and dropping him in the sea, before they spark a light...
Seeing the carcass in the Sea, the departments
right up to the National Guard, have a major attraction
for the rap in these bars. A Novelty, a fucking commodity...
Looking at kids trying to kick it inside of the variety, with this...
misguided infliction for doing what I do. Nope...
You need coke? You leave broke, still in the scene
with a rope around your neck... that's your new found respect.
Cut, like a bouncing check... killed off, but they haven't announced it yet...
Piledrive ya through the floor... what's the maneuver for?
is what you'll ask, till I leave bruising, tore your ligaments... every verse for promotion...
this work is for thrills... doing emergency drills
with lines, a personal will to lift the cursive until you curse that's real...
Uh... a hearse, what's the deal?
You inside of it. Very intuitive when using a violent grip
on you, obtuse with the aligning lift... your neck inside of it, trying to catch your breath...
Then you die. No resurrection left.
Bars with idle suspense. Can see through your lines without applying a lens...
The mind has an iron defense.
A spider with webs, catching a fly in its nest...
The fly, wings gone, trying his best to keep alive, but he just...
Can't get out of the hold of the Spider...
He got a hold of em', tighter, the throat just explodes into fire...
So yo... The Roman Empire couldn't stop this onslaught.
On top. The Don, c'mon watch... this microphone is a Beast.
I'm it's plug... the flow that's unleashed...
Frozen in the snow, the cold in my reach... you see zero below from the moment he speaks...
Golden Globes, I only roll with Elites...
Demonic son, I'm on it, and notable like the Bono snub...


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on Diddy...like (c'mon, let's hug) but still got it, huh...
Skills popping like Bubble rap when I come in that..
The Son of Sam, Jeffrey Dahmer, and Tex Watson... not exactly
Charles Manson, but close to the prowess... docile with emotion
just scoping out outlets...
Poking through Sharon Tate's home, waiting for a kill.
Serrated from the Gill... Iron Maiden, laying in a room full of Pentagram Hexes... in the Star of David... another carcass, naked.
Needing a heart replacement...
in Tony Parker's basement... ahh!
Just rapping a line...that ain't a crime?
Got a vivid imagination of killers assassinating...
I masterbate, and... think about blood splashing a window...
I'm nostalgia... I'd like to bring you back to Nintendo...
You see? these raps are the key that open the lock
laying back at the kennel... the dogs off the leash, attacking your mental
lapses, and when no... bark is heard? I spark with words...
like your fixing to get ate... picture a Netscape,
56K modem and the words: "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy..." flashing on an IBM...
Cause its' that time again...
This is The Shining, friend...

[Celph Taut]

Yeah, I see Vincent lurking...
makes me feel like a different person
when I'm kicking verses like this shit's working
or something.
Personally nothing to me to jump with a key
Like you fuckers believe you're really tough?
Ha... enough with the jokes and assumptions provoked from something this dope...
The percussion, rushing with notes... the tune in my brain...
Causing lunacy, I'm truly insane.
But real talk, musically famed..
I'm using the flames as pyrotechnics to my entrance
like the Undertaker or some shit, and all it takes is this one flip.
You're all flash, like a dumb chick.
And if you open your pussy mouth? You'll get your cunt kicked...like how was the "punt", prick?
I'm a son of a bitch. But I'm Ric Flair so who's stunning as this?
A Marvel, with wonderful gifts under this bitch.
You cum-guzzling tricks ain't even in the discussion, which is
Who's the top tier, and who just got here?
You are not near. The top spot is fucking locked, clear?
Now prepare for the landing. The only few MC's without America's branding.
They're just staring, demanding an explanation to it all
But I'm gearing this planet... for the fearless mechanic tearing the granite
from the foundation you fear and then panic...
Spare the organic bullshit...there's nothing natural here from half of your queers.
I'm just laughing, it's weird...
Never thought I would be on top of it, seeing
it toppling, it occurred to me it'd need some surgery.
The ailment, of course, was dictating some kind of micromanagement.
And that would be passed down later so they could actually understand this shit.
So, I proposed some solution about helping it work...
Which involved writing a verse so decisive they liked it, at first
But despite having the enlightenment perch
their head like a hat... they instead, said they'd get back to the fake prosthetic of rap... But nah, I'll be deadening that...
Horse shit. The forces that be are disproportionate...
Forcing the scene to take courses on being a complete douche
I's so unfortunate, we? as a group... need to collaborate.
And all I'm asking is, mate? Grab me that masking tape in the back, so this rape...
Of our culture, is tasked, the debate of the masters push it backwards, collapsing its weight...
On the axis as it lapses, in space.
Oh, now you wanna talk about a solution?
Didn't get that first about all the power you're using?
Didn't see the sign warnings coming from outside, storming
This is the mind forcing lines out as rhymes, scorching
designs purchased by the same guys who wanted us dead.
The same ones behind the smoke and mirrors pushing the Gauntlet ahead.
They're wanting the bread. the Commodity, the college inbred
Scholars who fed the Beast. 666 on doors of the makers.
They explore the creators substantiating war for more labor...
A score, they have yet to settle to adoring a Savior...
Wow. And here's little old me.
Just rapping in a box, with his little old key...
-board. They need more. Am I feeding the profit?
Believe me, it must be so easy to talk shit from the darkness
surrounding the cockroaches that reach from the mosh-pit...so they can have a say.
And their opportunity rests on the Latter Day Saints...
A cathedral, splattered in paint.
The Devil Worshippers, a fear manifested with great
adherent gestures for more, something the Catholics ain't..
Holy water, the flood to come shatters the gates.
The sinners sin, confess, rejoice, and then lather their face
in the taint trails of selfishness... laugh and remake that track to the plate...
But that's a mistake. Ohhhh! you better believe you fucked up!!!!!
The man watching you, is always one up....you dumb cunt!
Who wants what? The hexadecimal theory is so perplexing, it's scary.
Every intellectual merry messenger rests on the ferry....
Thinking "Yep... I'm safe, I can live on a few years"
But alas, is the new years... a change in the dynamic, indeed.
Almost like when fucking Frieza took over Namek, in greed
A shiftless pandemic seeing itself beyond our famine and need...

[Celph Taut]

Yeah, I see Vincent lurking...
makes me feel like a different person
when I'm kicking verses like this shit's working
or something.
Personally nothing to me to jump with a key
Like you fuckers believe you're really tough?
Ha... enough with the jokes and assumptions provoked from something this dope...
The percussion, rushing with notes... the tune in my brain...
Causing lunacy, I'm truly insane.
But real talk, musically famed..
I'm using the flames as pyrotechnics to my entrance
like the Undertaker or some shit, and all it takes is this one flip.
You're all flash, like a dumb chick.
And if you open your pussy mouth? You'll get your cunt kicked...like how was the "punt", prick?
I'm a son of a bitch. But I'm Ric Flair so who's stunning as this?
A Marvel, with wonderful gifts under this bitch.
You cum-guzzling tricks ain't even in the discussion, which is
Who's the top tier, and who just got here?
You are not near. The top spot is fucking locked, clear?
Now prepare for the landing. The only few MC's without America's branding.
They're just staring, demanding an explanation to it all
But I'm gearing this planet... for the fearless mechanic tearing the granite
from the foundation you fear and then panic...
Spare the organic bullshit...there's nothing natural here from half of your queers.
I'm just laughing, it's weird...
Never thought I would be on top of it, seeing
it toppling, it occurred to me it'd need some surgery.
The ailment, of course, was dictating some kind of micromanagement.
And that would be passed down later so they could actually understand this shit.
So, I proposed some solution about helping it work...
Which involved writing a verse so decisive they liked it, at first
But despite having the enlightenment perch
their head like a hat... they instead, said they'd get back to the fake prosthetic of rap... But nah, I'll be deadening that...
Horse shit. The forces that be are disproportionate...
Forcing the scene to take courses on being a complete douche
I's so unfortunate, we? as a group... need to collaborate.
And all I'm asking is, mate? Grab me that masking tape in the back, so this rape...
Of our culture, is tasked, the debate of the masters push it backwards, collapsing its weight...
On the axis as it lapses, in space.
Oh, now you wanna talk about a solution?
Didn't get that first about all the power you're using?
Didn't see the sign warnings coming from outside, storming
This is the mind forcing lines out as rhymes, scorching
designs purchased by the same guys who wanted us dead.
The same ones behind the smoke and mirrors pushing the Gauntlet ahead.
They're wanting the bread. the Commodity, the college inbred
Scholars who fed the Beast. 666 on doors of the makers.
They explore the creators substantiating war for more labor...
A score, they have yet to settle to adoring a Savior...
Wow. And here's little old me.
Just rapping in a box, with his little old key...
-board. They need more. Am I feeding the profit?
Believe me, it must be so easy to talk shit from the darkness
surrounding the cockroaches that reach from the mosh-pit...so they can have a say.
And their opportunity rests on the Latter Day Saints...
A cathedral, splattered in paint.
The Devil Worshippers, a fear manifested with great
adherent gestures for more, something the Catholics ain't..
Holy water, the flood to come shatters the gates.
The sinners sin, confess, rejoice, and then lather their face
in the taint trails of selfishness... laugh and remake that track to the plate...
But that's a mistake. Ohhhh! you better believe you fucked up!!!!!
The man watching you, is always one up....you dumb cunt!
Who wants what? The hexadecimal theory is so perplexing, it's scary.
Every intellectual merry messenger rests on the ferry....
Thinking "Yep... I'm safe, I can live on a few years"
But alas, is the new years... a change in the dynamic, indeed.
Almost like when fucking Frieza took over Namek, in greed
A shiftless pandemic seeing itself beyond our famine and need...

[Well Versed]

ight...im def on some stuff with this...

Everyone wants to compete, but this is my game of thrones//
all others hung up in defeat, see how i displayed the bones?//
death is set, embrace the tones, the bell tolls, my words engrave the stones//
i bring destruction with my with my in-fluxion, no one can save your homes//

slowly i erase the roads, i force em which way to go//
imma psycho-lone, skitzo, i cant decide which way to flow//
i move too fast, fuckin up the tracks, my friends are like way to go//
the whole neighborhoods thrown up in the sky, im like category 5, tornado//

so cold they call me snow, imma real bastard on the beat//
plus, a son of a bitch, who loves causing havoc in the street
words so inspired by GOD, they could bring Damascus to its knees//
my music breeds royalties, you are in the presence of a king//

so bow your head before you speak, or else you might become my prey
a true warrior, im ready for battle at anytime of day
skilled in many kinds of ways, my foes always get a shiver or something//
call it foreshadowing, cuz they know when im around, that winter is coming//

[Well Versed]

verse 2...

v2

my castle is in the sky, finally, its time for me to come alive//
im hard as stone, im about to have a break through, look into my eyes//
i told you, im one of the last of my breed, for all their morals have died//
metaphorically, im immortal, for mine, will have always survived//

even if mortals are always contrived, my LORDS words were made for you//
and i put it on everyone, who comes near me, i spit words, like they spray perfume//
cant u smell what im saying?, this shit is so sweet, watch what i do, no pay per view//
yall get it free, i give it to you, with no ads, like on some gay youtube//

like old kings laid in tombs, ay imma do this until the day i die//
right now i can only glide, but maybe one day ill fly//
im not a beast of the night, nah i wanna be an angel of the light//
yeah im more than 90 percent certain, that that angle would be right//

so ill plug that cable into the mic, and show em what a monster is//
i produce high quality sounds, im mozart in concert when//
i go off, i never lose my composure, ive got more lines than even santa wrote//
fuck you im better than good, i brought back the legends, call me Xanatos//

ha...come at me...

[Crummy]

and call me the original pecado. the first sin.
i coveted my neighbors wife and went for a fiery lake swim.
i'm that circling fin. dead spin, cue the jaws music!
throw in john carpenter and let leather face put the saw through it.
i'll crawl through raw sewege, before i get shanked for my redemption.
i put the poltergiest in prison...and adopted cujo for protection.
who the fluck knows my direction, when i don't know it myself.
passions where i dwell, on cruise control without a fastened belt.
feel like i'm under a spell. trapped in a flow. wrapped in a bow.
inside a box, inside another box, floating on saturn's rows.
nah!! i'm not mad at these hoes!!
i'm mad at lions, mad links, madskills and your camel toe.
ample? no? problly not. wanna put a stop to my hustle.
so y'all mocking me with laughter? fuck that!! all i hear is a haters chuckle.......

[The Great Father]

Holy hell, it's Cummy!
I'm The Great Father, but he wants to be my sonny.

He was scared and frightened when Dad spoke in archaic dialect.
But it's ok now, Cummy, The Great Father is here to provide intellect.

Best part is now you can understand it.
So ask smart questions: dumb ones will be reprimanded.

[Crummy]

Well Goddamit!! It's JB's baby Daddy.
He's not here for you to Jimmy his Bone, and make his tail waggy.
I won't call him faggy, his faggotry speaks for itself.
With dick breath, cum spittle and a rainbow bill of health.
If i believed in it, i'd send his stupid ass to hell face first.
He's a waste of time. The best lines in his Diss are the one he took from my verse.