Freestyle Cypher

[Well Versed]

not bad bruh...ight i really came on this one...

ALL THE LIGHTS FLOW (kanye beat)

i told em let me get on this beat, its time to sound the trumpets//
the people have lost their way, my morals expound the compass//
im proper as fuck ugh, i take my tea, with a mound of crumpets//
im but only rich in the sense of His spirit, cuz money, amounts to nothing//

yo im from the south what of it? im in the streets like a pound of drugs and//
we pushin GOD, on every block, all around the town, they loves us//
ALL GLORY TO GOD above us, we gang related, all of us is blood bruhs//
no chain or diamonds, but it brings a tear to my eye when, kids say they wish they was us//

fans feelin me, one love stuff, its all transcendental//
its an oddly touchin scene, watchin me, mercilessly, murdering an instrumental//
im always bakin up something dope, my skills rose so incremental//
i know im gettin hotter, me burning the tracks, is not incidental//

i rather say that its essential, for me to get the pencil//
and chisel, my words into this, so that finally its official//
cuz been schoolin kids, even since, before i had legit credentials//
and im layin down the foundation, with verses harder than the cement in temples//

v2

so go an get ur stencils, aint no fuckin way they can follow my outline//
shit when people hear this kid, all they sayin is, "FUCK ITS ABOUT TIME"//
and that waits for no man, so every second, im out, tryin to out shine//
these illuminati fucks, who work with satan, only to cloud minds//

and purpose, but ill never doubt mine, i only have one prime directive//
which is to destroy all evil, with every single line subjected//
its inclined invective, mines objective, so every rhymes respected//
i got that brain surgery flow, ay u need to get ur mind corrected//

all signs connected, the writings on the wall, its all in hieroglyphics//
the world doesnt get it yet, but their buildin, a future, in Cairo's image//
yeah i keep pumpin out writtens, they comparing my flow, to hydro-physics//
but im tryin to incite the flames, with my lyrics, so all the pyros feel it//

insight, rarer than an albino-midget, im looked down upon, by most people//
the world refuses to accept the truth, as the media steadily promotes evil//
as authority with no equal, enforce bullshit laws, then act like were all so peaceful//
but its cool bro, even if they think im nuts, like im standing here waitin for a movie with no sequel//

ha...get at me guys...

[Well Versed]

ok one more verse...really gonna drive this point home...

v3

dude im about to go diesel, im burnin smoother, with a better fuel economy//
and im gonna be, in the rap game, what Copernicus, was to astronomy//
im here to change how we see the world, sovereignty queued optometry//
yeah im tryin to show them that theres a better future, through doxology//

workin angles like school geometry, while workin angels into histology//
yeah im not ur average bear, the they think im an anomaly of zoology//
a monster of mythology, with a monopoly, on typographical virology//
with a degree in anthropology, so i understand, why they practice practical idolatry//

and got em chasing dollars, we think of this as common nature//
when people kill over material things, greed is a disease, and cause of anger//
just as enslaved as cotton labor, they worship celebs, or sports teams with awesome players//
yeah i see it all, i wake up every morning and i shave with ooccam's razor//

the perverse normality has gotten greater, were all be desensitized//
they screamin "do what thou wilt" on radio as they spin their lies//
to get people to spend their lives, giving in to more sins tonight//
the only question in life, is how will you stand on evil when its generalized?//

real...

[Vincent☺☺☺]

making the standards of the pinnacle rise/
got arms like tennacles official sentinel spies/
that means their visual eyes are robotic- i'm lockin in/
the target is to profit ends on being true so screw all the gothic trends/
sure you heard why these words fly out back of my third eyes optic lens/
i see the whole show from the outside- nothin' to glorify/
bunch of corny guys with controversy- i wait untill the story die/
wont let anymore reply when i rely on the scope/
we cypherin'?-nope your neck is tied to a rope/
engaged to the game-we might decide to elope/
12 gauge when i aim is like you divided from hope/
meet your final destination/
bury you so deep they'll find your remains during dino excavations/
truth be told i had to simplify my lyric game/
more direct and ofcourse the chorus set...you fear the name/
i take a spear and aim and pierce straight thru ya ear with flame/
that i spat at cha as hot as a flyin' missle/
dodgin' a iron pistol then lauchin' like tysons fist do/
have ya mom tell ya night-night and kiss you..go to sleep/
might be feelin froggy but tthink before you go and leap/

[Crummy]

I wink at your flow, when i speak about it's dopeness.
if you feeling froggy? leap!
you don't need a lilly pad to croak kid.
there's no Pop in your Post spit, unless you choke on a bowl of cereal.
i got jokes kid.. and your'e making the perfect material.
y'all wear your verses like venereal diseased fabric.
and i'm a trojan horse. bow chika wow wow!! on these whores, with this magnum matic.

[Well Versed]

yall too quiet...

RONIN flow

Barbaric bars, with the kills of conan//
Samurai sword wordplay, with the skills of ronin//
Quick to slice through any skilled opponent, at any moment//
The blood spilled in the battle field, is the only real atonement//

Words drawn with the illest notion, to lyrically, sever ur arteries//
My art is speed, the strikes are impossibly hard too see//
ur Quick thinker, but not as smart as me, my Masters presence honors me//
In less then a second, the blade connected, n left ya headless, on ur knees//

the steel on ur arm, aint as hard as me, my mind is an armory//
The bars i bring, are lethal, used for legal larceny//
For its ur heart i seek, AKU SOKU ZAN, is a part of me//
swift death, for all i see, me n music move in harmony//

So who could do harm too me, Step forward and approach ur fate//
If u think ur as skilled as i am, and ur flow is stone encased//
Hurry ur throne awaits, sword on my waist, imma make sure u know ur place//
In two, lightning fast, attacks, ull be defeated, when i go through both ur legs//

v2

With both my blades, kid uve got no leg to stand on in this argument//
And Youve got no one to blame but urself, for ur discarded limbs//
When you started it, by talkin shit, to a artisan//
Of murdering the non honest men, im not evil incarnate man//

Im evil intolerant, if youre that, than believe that ur dead//
these kids show disrespect, n still think that their gonna leave with their head//
Nah, pullin weapons on me is ur death, hit em with the sheath in the neck//
Dodge his strike from the left, and slide back, the blade from beneath should connect//

Right through his chest, Ugh, my sword strikes with a thunderous gust//
The flesh is cut, my sword, once again covered in blood//
From another who was, not a brother to us//
Its tough, to have a soul, no mother could love//

then another leaps from under some shrubs, with a handful of shurikens//
i block em all, as he climbs the wall in disappears again//
In a defensive stance, i close my eyes to see if i can hear him, when//
His katana slices my hair and i spin, puttin my blade through his ear, til the end//

v3

Comes out the other ear again, see now thats how u kill a beat//
Rap is a battle skill, and the battle field, is filled with the deceased//
Who failed to do this skillfully, and now their art has died//
And ive gone morning to night, u dont understand, how hard ive tried//

Or how hard ive cried, with friends lost in the sprawls of time//
If its life or death, then rap is where i draw the line//
We see it all the time, they lose vitality and then they flat line//
Theres no mercy either, they throw em in the shark tank at that time//

Like its snack time, guess u gotta be cold blooded n a cold world//
Most have retired, cut down in fire, only few remain from the old world//
Skill polished as an old pearl, full of mystery to the whole world//
Just a man with a sword and, his masters scroll curled//

A part of no world, holy, to the rest of em//
Alone he trains, until hes better than the best of them//
Until every single one has their head bowed in respect to him//
His sword will see no end to death, and there will be no rest in him//

come at me bro...

[Smash]

....life sucks, can't think of nothing to write up...
i might just kill my whole spirit and just hang my mic up
But why should I fuss, I try my own luck
say what i want--give no fuck.......and so what?

[Crummy]

Yeah!! If life sucks, write it up.
Let your pencil slice the pain.
My last rap.
was an extension of a migraine.
No love in my tunnel.
just a treacherous train.
Ups and Downs!
Development of a brain.
Hate Doesn't make a sound.
Its a second set of footprints on your lane.

[The Great Father]

AHH!! It's Cummy!
His raps are usually not funny.

[Crummy]

Crummy, funny, dummy, sunny,

Now that that bullshit is over with.
Dadiator fell off the deep side.
He got rid of his best asset.
He ain't shit without that pizza pie.
Now he features lego guy.
He ain't building shit.
It looks like I constructed my biggest fan.
Get off my dick!

[The Great Father]

Bad cummy. You're grounded.
Your fruity parlance is confounded.

[El Chapo]

Crummy is insecure bitches ignore him.
Anti-social lame, he just kills em with boredom!

[Crummy]

Wow! Let's record'em. Give this bitch a deal!
bring his coke bags from Charlotte's Columbian fields.
Gotta put the safety on the steel, before we do Business.
y'all Know how much his trigger finger itches.
Hey stupid!!! These are disses!!
You being vicious wit guns and drugs? Suspicious!!
Delete that Cartel video. Sniff this!!

[El Chapo]

Nigga you don't know about mules on foot
You're a lame, and also a fruit

[Crummy]

Ayo! Fuck. El chapo.
Think he's dope?
Must be el borracho.
Ga.... stop hoe.
You more brain dead than camacho.
You need a postmortem retrato.
Suck my sako
I'll spit up on your plato
Call it gusty guspachoe
Once again. Fuck el chapo!!!
he ain't shit!!
he'll get his brain split,
Before he think of any witt.
ain't no coke in his grip.
But he a classis. when he's stroking dick.
I know you chocking bitch!
Failures hard to swallow.
Delete the cartel video,
change Your name.
And try again Tomorrow!!!

Ayo!!! If you gonna Come back with a 2 line drop....
Just shut the fuck up!!!!!!!!!!"!

[The Great Father]

Cummy loves other mens' noodles
Penises end up on the paper whenever he doodles.