Freestyle Cypher

[Blanco.]

this cypher is dead
i be i be gettin some head

[Black Hornet]

read this and re read this, you wont believe this,
or maybe you'll see this and suddenly be pissed,
you wasted like 30 seconds of your life to read shit,
thats a cluster fuck of words that really dont mean shit,
at work im a boss but they call me a mean prick,
ya my balls flop out when my cover-all jeans split,
and im tempted by the girls in the engineer office,
want to bend them over backwards and feed em the sausage,
like its a mosh pit, new york trading floor, exchanging options,
she got a black eye from the other night, playing boxing....

[Celph Taut]

My name? Precaution. This is the official Dragon slaying auction.
Putting niggas to sleep. Immediately see the difference between...
Me, and the more simpler schemes.
Freddy's killing kids in their dreams. No, I'm not Freddy.
Get me? I'm killing kids WITH their dreams.
Like your dreams? Boom! Blew it to Smithereens.
I'm playing for the winners team. You Nigga's playing on Smither's team! (Fruit)
Fuck a triple beam. I could go through
a faggot's chest, if I hit my screen.
Then dip, like Tortilla Chips in cream...
Pulling shards of glass from my arms, n' that's my indication...
Your life work's alright, jerk. But it's in the waste-bin.
I smuggle em' punches in, fuck it; illegal immigration.
Grinning, chasing em' kids through the forest, shit's a bigger Jason!
Yeah... yeah. Stop n' admire.
Through em' rocks in the fire, expecting a flame show.
Aye. No. My name holds weight, brain's an armored van...
While your plain is basically the same as the garbage man...
Fucking retarded, damn, crack being dealt...
In the coldest of winters my rap's result in polar ice caps that will melt...
So fuck your favorite artists...
To me? They're just straying targets...
I'm saying, a bunch of flaming garbage...
A lit bag, full of a shit... no point of stomping it out...
I'm about to pass out... had to take me the last route...

[BeLoved Warlock]

One thing for sure alot of overthinking here
I can spit a freestyle while i sip the cheapest beer
But have no fear, cuz from now til then the freak is here.
Evil never perseveres, it fades away from year to year.
Mama always sheds a tear when i sniff on coke with peers
If i fly up in a leer, tell the Angels i am near.
U can tell that im sincere oil change is done at sears.
Pulling out me hair and beard, because i had to end it here

[BeLoved Warlock]

This.rhyme was good read it thru twice good work

[BeLoved Warlock]

[QUOTE=Be sLoved Warlock;8646294 black hornet was good read it thru twice good work[/QUOTE] and i always wish im getting head Blanco fatt bitches suck it the best with there big mouths and chubby cheeks and big titties lol

[Oxymoron]

im back at it writing mad lyrics cause i can kick it,
man this is the liquid sipped down with the quickness
h2o when i make you know i get baked like the stove
no.. wait.. the oven.. im loving this come here its
never going to stop on the clever endevour to splendor
pulling levors n then the wording gets tendor
when you n stuck, caught n the adventure.

[Celph Taut]

Thoughts about the mentor... yeah, they echo loudly...
I'm outside, yelling find me, tell em' kindly...
Nah. Not my MO. Do dental on you talentless fucks... looking down
on you when the challenge is up...
Left the whole fucking balance corrupt...
Celph Taut - dialect like a riot at a live event...
So be silent when you're talking about going to war with me...
I am... natural authority, you're not even on par...
Yeah, golf course degree. Certainly built like a Man of Steel...
Catch you slipping, like you took a fall on a banana peel
n' I caught it all on my camera reel...
Beast Mix. It's going down, but not before it goes up...
Champion, you don't know it, slut. Punches fold your gut
Like sold clothing stuff. And it'll get bagged, too.
Dag, dude. Plexiglass is what your ass will get dragged through.
Especially if I'm in a bad mood...it only gets worse from there...
Verses steer like creative cursive, there's only room so I persevere!!!
UGH. Grunting a bit...
Punches, moving targets are nothing to hit.
Fuck, if I miss? I'm still good. The blast radius will follow suit...
Rap craziness. And now my energy's low.
Hit the supply cabinet, get it, and go...
Suit back up n' then start up the shuttle...
Arm curls, yeah, these bars like muscles...
MANNNNNNN... why you do em' like that?
Flat line. Chipped deltoids n' a cracked spine. Oh, that's mine.

[alphadog]

Yo check for dead bodies in the lobby cuz im tossin em cautiously of the balcony,
chop up what's left of it, neck n wrists with various bit of nervous kids,
dissect each ligament with diligence and prepare for sick killing spree
you will indeed a villain needs some chillin see,
we not all willingly known for chasing distant dream
we sit n scream as whispers seem to quick reveal the secrets that are drifting seas

[Celph Taut]

Uh... alright???

Let me follow that up...
Uh, drifting seas... kicking keys with FREAKING EASE...
I HOPE I did ya a solid with that... now follow the rap from the moment
I drop it, the arachnid walking periodically...Yeah
Can't even talk to me... voices on mute...
Deploy or recruit more troops to go in that convoy, cause it's ON, BOY!
SHOOTING FROM THE MOMENT YOU FALL, TOY around the concept The Edge of Tomorrow...
Daylyt's performance against Real Deal, the head I'm a borrow...
Cut through the neck, n' leave nothing but a Zed, like the Legend of Zorro...!!!
OK. Now, I'm on honor-roll. Yell Geronimo!!!!
To forewarn you of my coming down when I fall below...
Plop into the depths of hell; Hades men are on patrol...
Jumped into his flaming chariot, unattended, and lost control...
CRASHED*** system failure with that...
Wrote up a kick-me-sign for Hades n' that was tailed to his back...
If his minions fail to attack me, it's only because
the moment I saw em' zoning in, I showed em' where the Demi God's been roaming, then...
Like A Roman, I go again!!!!!!!
Motherfucker! I hold this pen with such a tight grip, the ink inside of it goes lifeless.
Shaking and limp. A genius, with a name like the Gimp.
Aim like the Messenger, and the brain of a pimp.
The ambition of King Kong, who's been trained like a chimp.
Caesar from Planet of the Apes, I'm a SIM'...- Si-Si-Simian...
Delivering airborne fair warnings to the simpletons...
While pounding my chest, showing you primates what the difference is.
My interest tends to deviate back and forth.
Needed back support to lift up all this talent I had in rap, for sure...
Cracked the floor, walking through the masses for...
attention, with no yes-men to come back for more...told their asses, "That's the door"!

[Celph Taut]

ARGGHH!


My enunciation on tracks sucks, I know...
Having trouble with this jaw I have...excuses, excuses...
But this talent I've embarked upon, has too many uses...
So when I think of it, it's my ambition that is fueling the juices...
I need to learn how to mix to see what I can do with my music...
Maybe play with an EQ to get a preview...
Read through a tutorial on deadening the sound in my
recording area, so it sounds better when I step in thee' booth...
Like Stu Sheppard. So many spots for this cat, I rap like a true leopard.
On my improved effort. Didn't even take
my win/loss factor into consideration here, far
as I'm concerned? This makes it a new record.
Feel the heat. Make a Jamaican retreat.
Straight to the key. Talent's amazing, adjacent in relation to me.
Space debris fallen off of my suit, while
I'm chasing schemes throughout my own area, like a racing scene...
A style to make Jason scream. I'm a nightmare,
not even Freddy can escape this dream!!!!
I'm the place between a rock and a hard place.
Check the DNA machine. 80 teens slain away, in a grave like a grave disease...
Established the momentum, this is my last ditch effort...
To tell Steve Burman what to do with that "Hunk of shit record..."
- off the Marshall Mathers LP skit. Especially when I am around.
But seriously... who the fuck is Violent Brown?
Ehh. Doesn't matter. My past glory dying down.
Nobody gives a flying fuck what I am Wright-end now (Wright Brothers)
Even worse when I force some shit like that ^^ Got you taking the bait.
I'm human like everyone else; capable of making mistakes
Shit. Don't cast me off as superficial either, I paid my dues
Started rapping at the age of hearing Dre and Juve' (Juvenile)
All day I could stay amused, writing in my Hilroy notebook
...Shit I thought was cool. Stopped paying attention in school.
And that carried into my college semesters, too.
Professors who know I didn't give a shit, and saw less improved.
But English was my best subject. Aced it every time.
Putting words together, easy. Making it rhyme.
Basic, making up lines. Creative, this mind, basically created this mine.
That exploded on this canvass that I've painted of mine.
Social awkwardness. Didn't hang out much with the kids.
And the more introverted you are? The tougher it is.
So imagine me... High School comes along, I alienate myself
a lot further. Having more than 5 friends, was unheard of.
How did I deal with that depression? Um. Pop. Burgers?
Ate. ate. Until the feeling of full helped me deal with the bull.
The self esteem I have now? Is the same one I needed in school.
Maybe if I had it back then I'd be capable of seeing it through.
But that's too late. Certainly up for debate.
But it'd be a lot better than stuffing my face... up with muffins and cake.
I still remember the day my mom discovered my pop stash
under the bed. Tell you RIGHT NOW that made my vice come to a head.
Embarrassing more? Was the family discussion...
When she brought up my weight, and I saw my brothers there, chuckling.
But that wasn't even my rock bottom.
Didn't take being up 4 am to see I got problems. And eating did NOT SOLVE EM'.
Mcdonald's after work. Then more food 2 hours later..
Probably would've been dead today, if I didn't change right away.
Now the difference is night and day. The moment where I could say...
I'm like the rest of you. But I wasn't.
Not even close. Still some skeletons in my closet I thought to approach.
With these new-found confidence boast.
Social-anxiety, anxiety-disorder, depression.
This ever-forming aggression. Always stressing. Nobody's best friend.
Locked myself into a world of porn - a growing obsession.
In my room. Where I was free from your moral objection.
The fuck do I need your judging eyes and pointing fingers for?
All that time to myself? The temptation lingered more.
But damn, how is feeling this good wrong? How can I make it right?
Inner voices chime in and say, "Masterbate tonight"
Enthusiastically laughing squeamishly, as I ejaculate
with my TV on in the back to keep my ass awake.
Like, "That was great..." Pfft. pathetic as fuck.
No wonder for the past gf's I couldn't get it up.
Thought watching more porn would probably yield me some better luck.
Gigabytes and Gigabytes on my drive of never-ending smut!!!!
Then it hit me: Dick was all limp-y.
Intervention theme song comes on - I'm running on empty!
Looking in a mirror. Even I resent me!
Part time for 8 years. No. Not me. I can't stay here!


To be continued...

[alphadog]

Make the way clear Its past eight n my ass shapes a class A,
Ur back gates a flat waste
A pancake, i can taste some jam paste wen i hand shake ur palm Dave,
Ur plans fail and you ran straight through a jammed cave with stans rage
no rampage
If you rant, age will plant waves of cramp pains in ur tanned frame
Holdin fan blades on lampshades while smoking samples of damp haze,
Soakin tampons in champagne ya cant change,
Throwin tantrums on damn trains cuz ur hams glazed
Ur calves grazed from glass grains off crashed planes
Ur last day on that game playing campaign
Ur ban came for bad aim i am shamed
Began laying the free way with green hay so we play with freeze rays
Its a freak strayed street rave in a heatwave
Makin beats with unique sways as there feet raise with each bass
A weak take on peace wakes a beast braced with mason teeth
Amaze the geek n taze the heap with lasers keep abrasives deep,
Flame the feast or claim defeat either way my reigns complete
U gave the seat n daze n sleep ur fames beneath it fades n seeps
The rains will bleed n basically the trail you leave will bale with ease
Gale or breeze place ur heels on razors please to grate n peel
Make believe a gates between u n a naked queen
U in a blatant dream sleighing thieves with fragrant trees creates three vacancies
The state release an agent cuz a patient fleas

[Celph Taut]

The two syllable scheme was dope ^^

Word... I am making keys, straight from these thoughts I have...
Boxing jabs, rocking in the back, with oxycontin caps...
They're trying to awaken a giant... they're mistaken, cause I am...
Something much different... a Goliath... out the gate, n' defiant...
Yup. So if there was any doubt of this unfriendly,
shoot until the guns empty, like Yosemite Sam, Punishing pun's MC
Then come get me, I'm ready and willing.
Amityville horror, with a camera to film the amateur-skilled parameter-filled gore...
Yeah, Canada's still more uh...
Ned Flanders-ly feel of stammering, Bill Cosby's... damn, if I feel thorough...
More hands - I can kill Goro.
Mop the floor with that man, until he feels Mortal...
- Kombat, with skills the Janitors will borrow!
AHHH... And that's just me, rapping up.
I had enough. Feeling Daffy, what? Fucking hands that can snap a duck!
What's a train of thought, if the track is stuck?
Smack a Leprechaun's ass with a 4 leaf clover, n' tell em' him, that was luck.
Faggot. Now where's my Lucky Charms?
Fuck an arson! With a fire? I pop off quickly, like I was Bucky Larson.
Turn a fruit like you into a vegetable when a chuck a Parsnip
right at your head, then roll you up in carpet!!!
Ha. Now what's your final words.
Absolutely nothing, when I emerge... with a giant surge
of energy. Let me break it down for you, say it phonetically.
I generally escape when I have bars, and a set of keys... (prison)
Now get the medic, please.
This pain's unbearable with the pen I squeeze... tightly.
Yeah, it just might be...me...thinking I'm Spike Lee. Do the right thing.
Debris, of thunder and lightning, laying tucked, under this white wing!!!!
Got a head in the clouds...and a halo, n' it's getting announced...
Keeping kids in Cheque. So soon as they get it, they Bounce...
With, or without, the chequing accounts...
Even if the two in question have SEPARATE AMOUNTS!
Just soon as I step in the house.

[Vincent☺☺☺]

you will get swept in the douse when i shower with flames/
i teach you dour cowards the game/ while you give flowers to dames/
i could overpower and tame but yo now my hour has came/
i was kept muzzled puzzle by your attempts for cred/
portraying pimps but simply wimps instead/
unkempt with dreads-i give you a limp with lead-hollow tips/
you follow scripts which tends to boggle-
the trends i follow is spin the bottle with a models lips/
lyrical in a spiritual sense,a miracle/
sentences intense with visuals vincent vents the pinnicle/
of factual- practical master flow tactical pragmatic classical/
drag static at ya show-dag-nabbit ya have ya go!/

[Lenox]

Why did that Vincent faggot get banned?