Freestyle Cypher
10/15/05
Anything goes...
*6 Lines Minimum.*
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Freestyle Cypher
10/15/05
Anything goes...
*6 Lines Minimum.*
i got six lines to stop time
sound the chimes and make ya rewind
this is my verbal attack to da wack
i aint need a gun ill hit u wit bat
that's about it i introduced and dropped the first in this thread
so wat if u got mo posts don't let it go to ur head
im nice like a sunny day
dudes wanna step but all they do is run away
because they scared to test it
they know that A aint nothin to mess wit
i wear fresh kicks, wit a fresh tee
and my flows sweet like nestle
yo i wreck rhymes..switchin gats fasta then nunchucks be flippin
i 'smash-electirc-barz'..as if i'm droppin cingular..where i'm rippin
dam i'm da beast..pain in da ass like hemroids
my spit hits..heavy shit..u still couldn't 'lift-ma-barz' if ya had steroids
dam so sick in da head if i had cancer i'll still be alive
dey call me-a phrophet..when a nigga get ripped only i can revive..bitch
and wen reviven all my greatness is made clear
who else can die go to heaven conquer hell and be born all da same year?
dimes kno im raw and wen it cums dat time thats how i stay
leave them with my future and broken dreams, how you say?
that im not the lord of rap, wait ur right im more than that
im the creator of lyrical genius I cross times carry sword and gat
injest des lames juss to help purify the game
u can copy me all u want...at the end of da day still...u are not da same
jot down flows and fill up hoes
peep my fresh beatz and my fresh cloes
if u wanna bring trouble then nigga make it double
dont wanna be subtle,imma break ya bubble
so im out and imm postin somewhere else
so dont fuck wit me if wanna stay in good health
i'm on the way, to get that life i desire,
reach my dreams, that internal fire,
that will never die out, i'm here for a reason,
i see it this way,
if your the king, then i'll be commiting treason,
if you don't comprehend the way that i flow,
i'll explain it later, 'cause right now i gotta go.
we don't wanna see your blubber bounce kiddy..
i've got a 6 pack.. he's got a keg gut and a pair of 40 ounce titties
STOP EATING CHUBS... or get a jab-fast..
your moms is a DJ. the way she has to turn-tables away from ya fat-ass
showed him my lines on aim, I don't hold back son..
kid I'll leave you like Red Dye, ahh fuck.. he already stole that one
I know why John loves old sitcoms I bet, right?
my fav. show was All in The Family.. which pretty much sums up his sex-life
i'll fight ya white-trash ass. I stopped carin' bout stuff
or we could slap box.. but your moms would get mad for tearin the house up
newbs think he's a Celebrity, but gayness is in um..
half of this site has there mouths On Star & don't need a navigational system
he acts like we've never battled before and blocks shit
remember, you changed ya verse, bitched about every vote, n STILL got ripped
Why the fuck this kid yelling, tryin to be telling people u good
If u'd only just shut up, cuz ur rhymes as hot a wood
Ur lines just don't match up, I tried to find em but no ends
U really now ppl hate u when the ppl in ur sig r ur only friends
Reppin the westcoast bitch just knock it off, b4 u get knocked down
This bitch looks almost as odd as a two faced clown
Kid, beatin me is like swimmin in the sand, it just don't go like dat
So stop studderin with ur verse, go head, ask me how I flo like dat
Bitch ur garbage, the black eyed peas couldn't even get u started
So stop acting retarded and say to ur rec my verse mared it
Test is beast when i'm KILLIN IN TRACK
From the burbs to tha hood they FEELIN IT BLACK
I'll tell a NIGGA RELAX..........
and stop biting off m style cuz i aint GIVIN NO SLACK
This nigga is that SHYT FA SHO
That why my record says 6-0
Easy, but dudes wanna hate, dude WANNA FRONT
But that all good till the LLAMA DUMP
I feel fucking disgusting, and as if it wasn't fucked up enough
too many sylables in each line makes my rhymin untough
One touch, and you're gold wit a mixture of lead
i'm fucking pissed off like a fat kid wit no bread
With that being just said, i'm walkin offa this map
sporatic streaks of silk might through me off of the track
but step back one inch, and you'll get your penance:
you obese sack of shit, you may only eat lettuce.
Contrary, contrary; always contrary
but i ask them if it's true, and they say 'not very'.
who coulda knew? who'd a thought this thought?
I surly could not; my life's not distraught.
the girl i love is mine, and i'm her's to have see?
she can't make me sad; she makes me happy
we'll be together forever, or at least till we die
but if we turn immortal, we'll stay a couple till the end of time.
Love and marrage; love and marrage-
they really go together like a horse and carrage
Ya could have love without the other, but
I got BOTH. so stop your raps and shut the fuck up
Listen close to me, i got lovely story
if ya listen close enough you'll feel my breath surely.
Everybody, everybody, tell your tales to the world
not just to your kids and the other boys and girls
So many people here, so little time to spare
Tell your stories to the people of which you dont care.
i keep the flows harder than diamonds
messed up so bad like you was cracked by a lineman
my flows to complex for a dumbass mind
i stangle u worse than a cobras bind
im hear spit the 3 bars of death
you end up passedout in the ally like a dude on meth
im filled / wit better skill /
like squids / i tend-ta-kill /
a thrill / it cant be still /
the real / want to fulfill /
the pre dreams / and prophecies /
the seers see / before its seen /
be scenes / of scorched deceased /
the order be / an off emcee
To some, boardings a life ..
.. For those who cant be arsed to buy a recording device.
For those who laze at home,
and save their bones ..
.. Waiting for one of their dead-beat mates to phone.
For those who dont wake up til late afternoons,
then party til midnight as they blast their tunes.
Pz!
im broke nigga dats why i freestyle
im shore bout this just like the sea side
i wouldnt exchange ryhmes if switch was on sale
i wouldnt feel wat niggas spat it was in brail
dicks clog your throat till you cant inhail or exhail
6 lines 1 minute thats how i spit
compared to me every other rapper is shit
thats the plain truth
im a mad man i used to b a insane youth
fuck 60 seconds ill wrap this in 30
fuck a bitch mofukka my lines flow dirty
niggas minds are twisted liked dread
leave all these this dwags in blisters with my threads im sowing like pigs
im stick to battles like twigs im stoned im a wall of bricks
im out of line like margins
terrorrize skyscrapers like binladin for my breath im grasping
i blow the mic leave it cord less
come through water like isrealits im orkward
gun u down with mechine guns
cut all them, wack mcs like tree trunks
rock you spiritually like tempels
pass my ryhmes round like they rental
niggas wouldnt floss if they were dental floss
im not godson so dont expect a cross
the asalasi on the mic lastly
i ryhme fast and preciously like a mazarati
i kick lines cause im ths sensay in karate the black nazi asalsi
rip your heads off so you take a journey like ernie
A splinter's in my mind's eye while I'm trying to see
Dead children walking footsteps to the Grim Reaper's beat
Avian flu around the corner so I'm trying not to breathe
Trying not to leave, when the past comes calling
Trying to hit the sky, but my mindstate is stalling
Falling into darkness, already losing my way
Screaming ain't reaching God, all I can do is to pray...
i stab a fool in the rib cage, to bring emense pain
writin lyrical miracles every day, burnin emcee's in my way
im another emcee gone crazed, spitten dialect that'll leave ya amazed
i leave emcee's fallin like droplets of rain
like cypris hill..im insane
Blah ..im so fuckin bored ....my minds splintered with Insanity
ah man it seems this kat above me's verse.. is not so bland to me
but...How can it be???..
you cant see skill in his verse...its more likely for Em to say hes a fan of me!
I stand to be....blinded by death before shine comes off the hands of he...
blah blah blah....God im so fuckin bored I cant stand to think...Im rambling...
blahh...im done
it's the new prospect for Kritikal/
taking out all lamb ass krews in the physical/
and our crew might be unknown to u herb ass bouls/
till we feed u shells till ur dumb ass full/
type to kidnap ur boss, u find him wit his throat slit/
we the wrong crew to fuck wit/
cause when we spit, u panick and u slip/
while we hold on to our rubber grip/
extended clips wit minimal kick/
name etched in the handle son my gun is sick
i'ma make this sucka reconize i ain't yo
if you violate off the top trick you gotta go
now i've held back for alota shit and i'm bout to flip
now i think it's time to tell dis bitch who he's fuckin wit
silent will that's my name
and i came to bring the pain
bustin at ya from across the stage wit my rage
and i ain't done yet i got alot ta say
it's bin along time and you got hell ta pay
so if you want some then it's a death wish
ya betta be ready cause i came to kick your ass trick
Who's illest?
Im the star of Sin City, like Bruce Willis.
Dude's feel this,
Cause they know everything that I spew's real ish.
Even off the top of the head, I'm knocking 'em dead.
You dont want nada kid. I'll put a glock to ya head.
Watch what you said.
Pz!
Spark the instumental part general its the mental
Criminal heart of venom marked hollow in the middle
The minamal bar menace our feelins are real an dark
In it are scared prison bars... I meant it... far from finished
Get out the game I'm sick with it without the fame
With or without the same name I'm stickin with it
Spit it aim an hit a main vein I rein commited
I maintain the lyrics aint no thang but fear its self
Clear as bells callin it yells I hear it often tell
Me not to fail expell the nails in my coffen
Walk in hell... talk in tounges, hung myself
Caught the blood of a prophet in my lungs
Hard to tell a son of sam apart from what I am
From the start examined parts I've got it down
I've got the heart to spark war and crown a king
Bring my arrows to their mark
I'm always so - hungry for the do'
so y'all should prolly already know
whether d, green, flow or snow
if you got it, I'mma get it, and homie that's fa sho
my spit game's sick, I know
but if we're talkin' on the real, son I'm about to blow
so if you roll with ya do', I'm that one to look out fo
the one, creepin' in the lincoln, that the scout look out fo
cuz you know when I see you slippin', I'mma come snatch ya alpo
or either lighten ya payroll, and next thing ya know
ya brains on the floor, and I'm just laughin' with the fo'
but shit, it's been 2 minutes so you know I gots ta go
one.
Im new to this shit, my rymes are all good to go
But im gon' keep on flowing, got my 6 lines to flow
Im reppin the uk not talking bout ak's and mad bitches
im talking about life, and the way i have mad snithches
Im freestyle, off the top of the dome
I'll you blown back, be then ya sitting at home
fuck you muthafucka...fuck what ya believe in...
imma beat ya ass...til you no longer breathing...cuz im a heathen...
seen it happen before...like a fucking re-run...we done...
wit what we had to do...dont eva think im happy...constantly mad at you...
drop the attitude...before im forced to stab a dude...
thought i wouldnt do it...did it...now we finished...
kids getting kinda nervous....see how now he fidgets...
yo i keep the nines clappin like a round applause,
when im in front of em stars/
the way you been acten kid,
like you an active kidd,
will get ya mind blown back like Victor did,
my emire is a monster,
runnin from the bay to bronson,
you need a pound in the mornin its no problem//
ill just hit you with a ratio,
i aint neva lost weight while movin them O's//
Soothing with Flows, the Suda Fed to the Super Heads
using Groups of fresh loops to spread nuisances through the threads
Rehashing the days of Old, Kane, Kris and brother Ra
As I smother god's of Thunder, rod's of lightning under palms
I'm crushing the rush of them, glutton pen consuming mass lines
Detach mines from rancid enactments of satan's past time
Re-aligning the backbone of human kind...
god's best kep secret..But that's between You and I..
LOL...
Increase Full Throttle, there is no time to hesitate
Jamming that button in attempts to make me elevate
Though my flow seems to levitate, with it, goes a piece of my mind
It must be that piece of my mind, that i'm lacking in ryhme
All in due time, i know my day will come, just like it should
Seen as the greater one, all the Hatin' withstood
But to full fill my exotic dreams that boarder this reallity
I feel i must impress the lord of ryhme, or at least make him proud of me
Sound asleep, now awaken, this unreal talent consumes my soul
Seeping through my pores, it trickles like melting sickles, as warm turns from cold
Is it to be so bold as to wish to be the best
No... it's those who wish to be the best that stand out among the rest
Hearts beat in chests like feet to a beat
Use my skill to silence haters who are losing room to speak
Make them obsolete, thats my skill, its stands by me
I gaze upon fictitious corpses and realize, it's just a hobby
you got nothing on me, im original ya see//
one great lyrecist i am the prophecy of lyrecy//
i got skills and im styling free and killing beats//
blowin so hard, made you all hold on to your seats//
opps hit reply on accident
lyrically incline to drop a dime, niggas get at me//
your lonely, cuz i know what it take to make your ladies happy
drop flames, at the top gamez,holdin memories like picture framez
let you feel pain,go 2 end yo brain...and accidently hit yo friend by mistake
didnt mean for his face 2 cave..just hit him cuz of my off pistol aim
my bad its all the same...killed one and still ran one the popo came
lol w/e
for those nigga haters, i have no respect
u have nothing betta to do, but juss talk shit
ur juss full of it, en a big fukin snitches
have a big mouth, no wonder u have big fukin bitches
can tell u hatein, cuz da way u stare
but i juss stare bak wit no fukin care
acting all big now, bitch kiss my ass
think u ahead of ya game, psshhh u'll always be last
one, two, three, and to da four
blaze a blunt wit da gin and juice, fuk, police is at da door
slap a swine, maccs and nines places craccs in spines
glad wrapped half assed placed in the grass in fine
no need for burial too busy with anatomy class
34 -26-34 thicc hips and lips im happy to tap
grind skeet repeat ejacualtion in her jaws
her frens called came and brang sum my imprent on dem draws
yo im lyrically confined when i spit all the rymes tht some to my mind and all my lynes do bind cmon once come again ill show u how mt shit trends goin on tha riveer bend
Banished from Beezlebub's band of bastards
Sans the pastor's rants of Glamour Captured
In the pulpit, the foolish idiosynchrosies
Linking me to the King of Kings through the Ink I bleed
My passion and pain, staining the tracks, I'm maintaining
the facts, enstranged painter of Wrath, remain nameless
to Back the Father Of All to catapult his Status....
The Holy gospel throttled from the Tablet of a Savage...
ima god of dialectal slaugher, ya'll fear me when you hear this
raps terrorist, bringin mass destruction wit my lyrics
im crazy, insane, known to bring pain
put a hole through your brain, have you fall lika de-railed train
im nutz, anything but normal verbally
test me, please dont cuz i might have to merk you g
look at my milk cup- its just so old
that inside is a colony of infectious mold
or so i'm told... can't see it, but i think felt it
lingering in the air, and the stink? I smelt it.
and my bowl, in the sink- just sits and sits
as the plates get facefulls of grits and grits.
my raps are fast, till i collapse right here
I continue to rhyme with a lasting fear.