Freestyle Cypher

[Sammy]

woke up this morning to a view of violence
an accident down the street. people confused as i was
now, im here waiting for class to begin; pulling my eyelids
an ice coffee in one hand while perusing the cyphers
things been quietly lately. maybe its time for a hiatus
though i have to say, i've learn to appreciate the art...especially in time of stasis
used to be excited when reading rhymes. quickly jotting and framing
sketching plots and characters. it all began with the phrasing
grew bored with conventional schemes; started pausing and pacing
weaving rhymes at weirdest places. those who caught would praise me.
honestly, its never about the praises.
its about saying something without saying.
no what im sayin?
well the professor should be in, any minute now
peace yall. may there be silver linings to ur cloud

[Onceawhile]

I thought i lost my touch, but in fact i lost the sight
watch me fight troglodytes while im rockin a pocket knife
mockin the emcee while he's hoggin a comic's mic
a hawk in its flight aim down, prey found, shake grounds like a comet strike
comments like, "play around? rhyming just to rhyme is not the only spark that you ought to ignite"
awkwardest night, walk through it till i hit the mark, fuck my marketing price
i'm close to 'sell-out', its close to closing time and clockin tonight
avoid the onlookers' spite, and the illuminating beam, i need to spot my own light
i need to start my own life,
i haven't been talkin right.
A slave to the grammar and the ways of an arcaic art form
a slave, can't turn his gaze from the decaying stars who made it far sayin all that they wanted and more
its influence,
been ruined since my favorite limb went through it
now all i can write is shit music,
feels like my futures leakin out as my pen's fluid
fuck a repose, if thats what you proposed
im up on my toes, anger is the only thing i puff from my nose
regret and pain; i suffer alone
remember shit in vain
but when i get to the real memories,
i'm afraid all the bad blood rushed to my dome all is gonna render it insane
its insane

[Sammy]

whats insane is its raining in Mass again.
im in class bored as fuck. Professor Peters crafting a tangent in mass effect
lol not the game, but fact that trends can have its way with the Mass. Again...
im bored, fuck him.
Outside, the widening gap of crass contends,
who's really here for class? And who's here just to fulfill a natural swing
graphed by societal standards.
Me? i observe the passing trends. Their walk. Their swag. Their steps
play tag every so often
like "which one of them had it rough?"
"who's behind the bag in rent?"
a lanky blonde chick strolled by -
in my mind's eyes, a crafty bitch.
nuance can unveil some really nasty things.
take for example, the way she smiles in the placid wind
now she's either mad content,
or this chick is already thinking five ahead...
still water runs the Atlantic trench
a Mariana of myriads waiting to grab what's left
if she is what i've assess,
big props to her - the process, i'm guessing - the plotting, the sketch
i'm sure there' much thoughts reflected beneath that abercrombie and "twitch..."
we all have a twitch. In psychology its referred to as a "pocket of lint"
i'm unclear on the analogy but... imagine a cloth that is wet...
fuck, Peters noticed i'm fuckin around so i'll end it at that lol

[Celph Taut]

Man, nobody wanted to drop...
God flow. The monument, walk... protestant
pray for a church.
Conducting a seance, saying saying's in reverse.
Mind over matter, feel the quiet rapture
Designed for pasture, in time, those blind will find their master.
Nah. Black clouds, no forecasts for rain.
Torturous pain, one with nature, I was forced in the game.
With chains looking like slavery. Came to be the
forerunner. Back to the lightning, titan within more thunder.
Born stunner. Word to Stone Cold.
Punching in, win is in Morse code... been wit' the Norse flow.
Odin sleep. Nobody going deeper, so to speak
They know the reapers scythe's gonna read their rights, before the speaker.
Loud Novocaine.
Sound so insane to me. Made belief over raps, the traps are the same mystique.
Jigsaw. The maniacal plan.
Diabolical, mind phenomenal - it's all in my hand.
From college, expand the dialog, a violent fog of misery...
Follows me, no apologies, it's all for me to fall between.
Went from it's "All A Dream" to, I can't even understand
the shit. The manuscript has been buffered. Tougher to handle it...
- now. Glamorous style. Peep the method, hoe.
Don't second guess it, so professionally gifted, those X and O's
you're seeing ain't hugs and kisses. Slugging bitches
from a distance away. Listen, display skill while you kids wanna play.

[Celph Taut]

I'll admit, the style's wild legit.
Gomer Pyle with the drama, wow.
My change is making Obama proud.
Was aggressive before, I guess I am calming down.
But that's to be expected from a kid who's father was not around.
Fuck, man. They want me to chill.
These are the parts that got to be filmed.
This is the documented reality y'all gotta build.
But I followed the guild.
Swallowed my pride, there's no apologies, still.
The animosity feels right,
sealed tight in this body, f' real.
Shoes are on. Walking the neighborhood,
cops are rolling like, "move along"
The man that they're watching, considering Truman's gone.
I am, the living embodiment of the logic this
follows in. The wanna see a God, again.
Just so that they can call on him.
Bull, they're full of astonishment. Living it free.
Always had the drive, since the ride was giving the keys.
Ugh. Citizens seize the opportunity.
Suffice to say I am opportune.
Walking goon. Ever since I had walked inside that hip hop saloon.
My moxie was established.
Not a proxy, where you got me on your tablets, please.
All you average G's, in the office wit' padded knees.
Waiting for your moment to happen.
But it won't, cause I know you were yapping.
Way too much to even notice the caption.
I was out here hoping it'd happen, just so that I can scope your reaction.
Priceless. Not a monetary value to place.
I can't wait for the day that you clowns are erased
Completely from existence, for accepting the style you embraced.
And the lack of skill, or talent of power to chase.

[Celph Taut]

Or a matter a fact? How it was placed.
I know, such a cumulative task.
Y'all wanna ask, how the mannerisms dawning a mask?
Lurks in the shadow, nothing personal.
Verses for battle. Yeah, it's been me. Ever since I had been 3.
Before I ever hit puberty, I was known as a true MC
On the playground, wit' the look.. like look, it is you or me.
Fists clenched. Pheromones of perfection,
there's no connection to this stench.
Been next, so every win has been intense.
Every wind... currently these words are free.
After that? You're incurring fees.
No interest, the interest lifts when the burns released.
You're asking yourself.
Nah, you're not asking. The top captain.
riding the waves. So much lines that even I am amazed.
Back to the captain line, I'm laughing, every pirate that plays
the hero role? Hysterical now, around Jack Sparrow's blow.
That basically means they clearly know, they puzzling.
Put an X on your chest, you can bet your flesh I'll discover it...
So hot in the kitchen, where's ya oven mitt.
Bun a bit toasted on the side, you approach it, and you'll die.
Quite surely. Show up to the mic, early. Drop a bit.
You show up to the mic, and do the opposite.
On the show, why you talking shit?
Lochness, lift your soul and then drop your self confidence
down below. Better speak to your
conscience, and ask em' how it goes.
Pimp hand, I don't have to raise it around you hoes...
The mere reverence of its existence shows its astounding blows.
You fucking morons, can cower in a corner.
Canaries in a cage, fucking sounding like informers.
Real shit. A stir of echos... tend to bounce of the walls...
Pfft.. and your face can fucking bounce of these balls...
No, not the ones you are thinking...
I mean, down in these drawers...
OH? It's EXACTLY what you were thinking, that don't surprise me at all.

[Sammy]

@Celph Taut haha i fucks with that sig, man. im bout to rep it too

between the lines, truth conforms
lies are written with hidden syllable; existing in songs
see, the machination starts when imagination's lost,
so i ask Pan to play his flute in hope of recapturing the spark
flame of flow'etry, spring blooming with metal stems
a rose out of cement. written next to it, the word "eloquent"
shells descends. mozarts and chopin on the concrete
a work of classical art, friend, i've captured your farce and let free...
dom ring. crack you bell tower, liberty for all
liberation from stagnation, fuckas, lend me your heart
i'll end it then start over.
life's a story and i'm here to force closure
in a house of secrets, i whisper sweet death till ur brain and guts explode
fire in the void. Let there be beauty as the lights eloped
vegas lime stage. primed rage. beef? I'd fight these hoes
pimp slap with my syntax, sins wrapped and clothed
send your limbs wrapped in a box. brad Pitt's where these devils roam

[Celph Taut]

Truth ^ Felt it was only right


So many levels known. Ask me how I keep climbing the ladder.
Mind over matter, to the point that the mind doesn't matter.
Laser precision. They say I was game ever since
my name came to fruition. It's exactly why I stayed in the system.
The architect. Bars connect like all of those screens.
Slash inception, you can follow your dreams, no hashtag.
Took the intuition and threw it into the trash bag.
You knew it was over once you saw it, like a half-massed flag.
So, I know that I'm rusty.
Getting older, feel the age on me. 7 years later,
just wondering how it came to be.
It's funny. Self-discovery is exactly what made me see.
So thinking of that coincidence, it is also what made me C.
The name's an embodiment.
It's time to acknowledge it. The signs of a modern
mind, designing his following.
Deep inside of this hollow pen, lies the mysteries.
No longer smiles on their faces, I know.
Just a matrix, patrolled.
Straight to the road, I... long for a desire to grow.
Acquired a whole style I can show.
Profile's on the go. Yeah, go that started, too.
My room's filling. Tell the patriarch of television, "There's a new villain".
And he doesn't have to pop a blue pill in...
- side of your drink. Open wide.
Swallow this Nova-Scotia pride. Just kidding, from Pickering.
But seriously, get a whiff of him.
Real Estate, got me bringing a business in.
And the lottery winning's where all of my interest is...
No property values, I'm taxing the state.
No relaxing debate.
Its not in my personality traits, but clearly, negativity is.
Considering I've said some form of no
in the last few lines than my entire forum go.
But I'm sordid, so it's sort of cold.
The more you know. Star over my head
but I'm not a boring, Joe.
Young at heart, like those folks who thought Lorde was old.
Tore the bone, got back up after a shot of cortisone.
Yes. You can thank me for that, mam.
One false move, you're getting a Batman backhand.
Keep quiet. I want silence. Simmer down.
I can say that because I've been around.
Seriously. Look where I'm living now.
I don't follow the norm, y'all can perform to the given crowd.
But, it isn't how... ya... do it, tho.
Start the music, so it's from the heart...
Or whatever is beating inside of you. Wait,
there's probably an icebox. Chipping away at a Jack Frost.
Blast off. One in the hatch - I got it latched, dog.
All of my tracks, I got it backlogged.
Feeling racist, cause I ain't taking this black fog.

[Celph Taut]

Truth ^ Felt it was only right


So many levels known. Ask me how I keep climbing the ladder.
Mind over matter, to the point that the mind doesn't matter.
Laser precision. They say I was game ever since
my name came to fruition. It's exactly why I stayed in the system.
The architect. Bars connect like all of those screens.
Slash inception, you can follow your dreams, no hashtag.
Took the intuition and threw it into the trash bag.
You knew it was over once you saw it, like a half-massed flag.
So, I know that I'm rusty.
Getting older, feel the age on me. 7 years later,
just wondering how it came to be.
It's funny. Self-discovery is exactly what made me see.
So thinking of that coincidence, it is also what made me C.
The name's an embodiment.
It's time to acknowledge it. The signs of a modern
mind, designing his following.
Deep inside of this hollow pen, lies the mysteries.
No longer smiles on their faces, I know.
Just a matrix, patrolled.
Straight to the road, I... long for a desire to grow.
Acquired a whole style I can show.
Profile's on the go. Yeah, go that started, too.
My room's filling. Tell the patriarch of television, "There's a new villain".
And he doesn't have to pop a blue pill in...
- side of your drink. Open wide.
Swallow this Nova-Scotia pride. Just kidding, from Pickering.
But seriously, get a whiff of him.
Real Estate, got me bringing a business in.
And the lottery winning's where all of my interest is...
No property values, I'm taxing the state.
No relaxing debate.
Its not in my personality traits, but clearly, negativity is.
Considering I've said some form of no
in the last few lines than my entire forum go.
But I'm sordid, so it's sort of cold.
The more you know. Star over my head
but I'm not a boring, Joe.
Young at heart, like those folks who thought Lorde was old.
Tore the bone, got back up after a shot of cortisone.
Yes. You can thank me for that, mam.
One false move, you're getting a Batman backhand.
Keep quiet. I want silence. Simmer down.
I can say that because I've been around.
Seriously. Look where I'm living now.
I don't follow the norm, y'all can perform to the given crowd.
But, it isn't how... ya... do it, tho.
Start the music, so it's from the heart...
Or whatever is beating inside of you. Wait,
there's probably an icebox. Chipping away at a Jack Frost.
Blast off. One in the hatch - I got it latched, dog.
All of my tracks, I got it backlogged.
Feeling racist, cause I ain't taking this black fog.

[Letterman]

Cause the black fog would cloud the skies
Or disguise...
Whichever seems a better fit
Cuz the guys disguise the lies to convince us that they're legit
Dont wanna get into my conscious shit
I'm out of my mind, no consciousness
But my conscience rips into my brain and releases thru conscious wit
Now im the shit.. is what it causes me to believe & have an ego
And perceieve that I should leave, run to the streets and grab an eagle
And if shit dont work out, leave some pussies stretched without a kegel
But at the moment.. im ready to have a family, dog and maybe a beagle
My opposition is myself, I've been my only opponent
The moment comes upon me, flaunting.. waiting for me to own it
But it's hard and if you look from afar, you'd think I dont want it
A scared soul with a goal, forever taunted.

[Celph Taut]

Word... I walk the gauntlet, no jewelry on.
I don't care from which faction these movements belong
My only concern, really, is breaking em' down.
Their complacent, face to face with the crown.
Their statements, no time and place for it now
I... erase any doubt in the minds of the cynics
who try to criticize every gimmick.
Mantra. Translate karma in the most simplest way.
Spin-doctors, been off the template
Living, away. Individualism these lyrics portray.
Sanctimonious. However, agile.
Mad style in this pen, zen for the pad, how
-ever I decide to spin it, Tasmanian current...
conjuring up waves, so they players can display a deterrent.
I make barriers, just so that they can be broken
and the record could be set again.
It's never ending, friend.
These lost roads get found, around where we're exiting.
That's why whenever there's a open door, I just enter in.
Necromonger mentality: You keep what you kill.
Seeing this skill's what I needed to leap through the guild.
First seeded, deep rooted. Recruited.
The foundation has been rebooted. And will forever be vilified
by the reclusive.
That entry way? Yeah. We used it.
Always going up. Those who think they always know, never know enough.

[Sammy]

throwing elbows to guts. tell me, how yall stomach my joint?
its like a crew cut they way i move and such - always on point
heads forward. who want it with my battalion, son we can war
crafting rhyme schemes that'll make ogres fall on they knees
I'm god to these dogs. we opposites, yall corny and weak
appalled, u even breathing, son, you'll get rush to the morgue
dustin them off. earth on my shoulder, i move planets with rhymes
savage with lines. son who's colder? i make planets align
who actin bold? sir, you can't rap with my kind
its a fam affair when we jack son....Janet and Mike.

[Celph Taut]

All these kids wanna ale, but they're Canada Lite.
Fucking crickets in the crowd, wow, amateur night.
I mean, damn. How many arrows does it take to kill a cowboy?
Killjoy. Unfamiliar in text, the depth's filled void.
All eventualities explored, the plethora of talent...
Walking that fine line, my mind is exploring the challenge...
Before you reach for the sky, try to look
up for the birds in the air, if you care, before you're gored by the talons.
My mind's a labyrinth, in which you can sink in.
A million nano seconds of thinking takes place before I get to inking.
Any inkling of reassurance is giving the go ahead.
I'm thoroughbred. Got chalices filling up with blood, pouring red.
Writer's block, fighting for this thread. Ignoring
any fair warning, to score instead. Metaphors
tapped like reservoirs for this forum's cred.
I sink my feet into this ego before I take flight.
Get left with a straight right, ambidextrous, and it's a late night.
So, who's in mourning now? Homie, I'm fortified.
A portal to the mind: You can open the doors inside.
Likened to the Afghanistan war, some times.
I got thoughts that have sworn their lives, served,
and did two tours. Survived.
I'm more alive than a daredevil who says he was born to die.
Which is ironic if you think of it, cause it's more
of euphoric pride.

[Sandata]

Ha you guys are good i think imma post someplace else...

[Sammy]

I'm more alive than a daredevil who says he was born to die.
Which is ironic if you think of it, cause it's more
of euphoric pride.

I'm Jordan at the line
2 seconds left as the ball rips the sky
Nothin but nylon! Don't act like y'all surprise
Dead eye. Captain of the black pearl
The Depp in my written can sink the Mariana line
I smack girls...and their man if they acting brolic
I dip sets flying high. super Saiyan. Dragon ballin
This man’s a problem, slick with logic placements
Matt Damon couldn't solve this math equation
Raps written for days son. tug a lion's tale
rhymes hailed messianic braille, spittin nails, son.
and im just having a hell of a fun. Poker with Mephistopheles
chopped kratos head off; hes hiding a card up his sleeves