Freewrite cypher PT.4

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  1. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    I’m the ghost in the shadows, I’m the cancer cell…
    That mutated and broke through the marrow…
    I’m the problem that caused ya to need a doc so you won’t suffer…
    The wrath of a killer, I’m back to kill ya….the bone cutter… (vrin vrin!!!!)
    You’re still in the cold gutter, you feel like you’re trapped and it’s all over…
    Ya flow sputters, quit all of that yappin, ya jaw closes…
    Fall focus to the mouth of a demon, my purpose…causing doubt…
    To deceive them, with these omens that I spout to these heathens…
    Without an ounce of reason, I hacked ya twitter and made you…
    Say that you hate bitches, to make all of the millions of women embrace you…
    Cause that’s the shit that they go after, that ignorant clone rapper…
    So I’m hittin they dome, bashing to splinter ya bone fractures…
    That minute ya skull shatters, I’m laughing…
    And lord forbid that I spit you this verse backwards!!!
    You get it?, it’s sickening what the people believe…
    Completely deceived by the goons in the market and get consumed by the darkness!!!
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  2. Bobbykanez

    Bobbykanez New Member

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    After reading all the cyphers here i realize im just a noob *confidence level down*
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  3. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    I can see the end.
    but i hide the truth. stevie wonder with a devilish grin
    these days the youth swapped they brains with soup
    oops i guess you should of ate ya fruits
    Generation X full of idiots in suits.
    closed caskets for teenage boys hit wit' the ratchets
    they home boys celebrate with glasses full of vodka
    cry tears for they pot'na' ....
    then go out livin' the same way that got him murked
    swear to god it hurt, but i can't show sympathy
    so i load up get loaded hit ya block wit' that mower N EMPTY 3
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  4. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    My mind’s been long shredded, gifted, hard-headed with a bar fetish…
    Wicked, twisted like an alcoholic with a bar beverage…
    Quick to stiffen, chickens twitchin when they long neck it…
    Kickin shitty writtens, bitch….you spittin on the wrong records…
    He rocked a pawned necklace, you think these kids flossin?
    I look at that chain like “ugh”, homie I Rick Ross em!!!
    Slick talkin, he too sick to spit?....…pause him, slit ya wrists….chalk him…
    Who’s needs a doctor?, I’m just here to fix this kid’s coffin!!!
    Ya’ll need to quit that slick talkin, barkin often…
    like you real when you lacking skill, just makes you a target…
    cause once the love is gone, it ain’t the same game that you thought…
    is was, cut the oven on, before they light that flame to ya carcass…
    now you nauseous, the label yanked ya deal….that chain you was flossin…
    took the Range, before they turned around and gave you the sausage…
    ya blood drained, blade through ya vein, stains on the carpet…
    them thugs came, kicked their feet up, rearranged your apartment!!!
    Fuckin lames, pick ya speed up, its fast-paced in this market…
    But cutting lanes, will get you beat up, ass raped in the darkness…
    Underpaid, with a prenupt, got you chained as an artist…
    Spittin whack until they cut that track and take you off it…
    Now you mad cause your careers a wrap, jaded and heartless…
    A has-been, single dad pushing a baby in Target…
    I snatched ya spot, they broke the bank, practically gave me ya office…
    Na for real, I jacked ya spot, took ya Mercedes and parked it!!!
    …..So cough it up…..I’m rolling bank on these niggas…
    You hung yaself with the rope, I gotta thank you my nigga…
    You had ya chance, now its time for another…
    Cause everything gotta fall, soon as those leaves change colors brotha…
    You went from flippin money in the park…
    To running from the narcs, this game’ll cut you up and chum you to the sharks…
    …The street gutters never talk, never utter a remark…
    Just dried blood, my mind shudders at the thought…
    But on another note, Miley’s still twerkin…
    Plus the Mollies and the purple oxycotin’s still workin…
    I’m still in my right frame of mind, and Rihanna’s still a virgin…
    So in love with hottest topics, the gossip got you niggas open…
    I’m droppin logic, its time to stop with the commotion…
    People swimming in the mainstream, supporting that trash…
    I piss in the water and laugh as I watch you niggas floating…
    FRANKly, you’re drowning with semen/seamen, the way ya’ll swallowing the Ocean!!!
    Different strokes for different folks, they suckin cock to get the yolk…
    Or bustin shots with a bottle full of lotion…
    ……This world we living in is screwed…
    like the economy for certain, I’d keep going but Bill O’ Reilly’s still lurkin…
    so listen close, ya boy be droppin jewels to quote…
    I’m on fire like a jet with faulty rocket-fueled propulsion!!!
    And you ain’t gotta agree with most of my decisions…
    ….I just ask that you close ya eyes and listen!!!
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  5. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

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    I see warm center flanked by a snow bank
    And the American flag raised in pure cocaine
    My girl in the center, I am not the only one
    We see the danger, guns with the twenty-one
    Salute the past, it's relief now that your leaving
    Don't lie to me here, say you care grieving
    I pray, cut yourself on angle hair
    As my bones grow into you dear
    In the right wing, broken wing
    You and me flying, not really
    We still be sleeping, skeletal
    This is the place called recovery
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  6. marc antony

    marc antony It's all about da ass....

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    I see this is a cypher for he who raps last,
    rap tight but it expands--see my style get phat fast,
    marc, see I haven't rapped in the advanced past,
    but I can strangle with my two cents, give that paragraph it's last gasp,
    s-ickenin' raps have your face aghast, wrapped in a gas mask...
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  7. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    Purse first, ass last, inf' beam on the dash
    Seasoned and brash, this cold vodka
    Is givin' this mobster a reason to crash
    In a tellie with a stallion squeezing her ass
    Both high off the kush, she even breathin' the ash
    I get the money off the books, she's bringing me cash
    Niggaz giving me funny looks, is a reason to blast
    Cuz jealousy was just sumpn' they couldn't leave in the past
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  8. Kron

    Kron Member

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    So they'll leave in a cast, like a method actor when my record snaps ya...
    Have the chief of police come and check it after.
    Disrespectful - that's a... motto I roll with...
    Klonopin broken on the table, already opened my bottled emotions...
    I'm focused, man... I don't joke around, I'll smoke a clown.
    Any vulnerability? I closed it down; it's hopeless now...
    Rap what I feel, if you don't feel what I rap?
    you can peel off as I'm peeling your cap. Seal you in that...
    See-through box. Burt Wonderstone casket's what I call it...
    I'm not apologizing for anything. SUCK A COCK...ya fucking twat.
    Both my knuckles rock your skull-y till I lump it, watch..
    You'll fall to the ground... they'll yell out 'WorldStar' when all em' surround...
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  9. Kron

    Kron Member

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    But I'll illuminate, moving the carcass of lost souls to cross roads..
    my style? Colossal, the gospel - like an Apostle.
    Yeah, they follow the Omen, reluctant to kneel down towards all who oppose him...
    But he paints the perfect picture n' draws on emotions...
    So they acknowledge that his knowledge is golden, it's not a fallacy.
    A battle cry, using analogy in his battle themes...
    They're cattle, seeing him work his wizardry through the raps...
    Can't be demonized, the modern cats can't follow within the God of the Gaps...
    It's a... astonishing fact. I'm not talking for the sheep that's there..
    Nah, much different. A influx to construct images
    from distances... nothing fake or superficial, just words...
    But still, tired as fuck. But the desire has wired me up.
    So... thank you. You opened a venue for me to menu emcee's...
    Appetizers. Plenty of G's to go onto the main course...
    Hungry, sustain force within meaning n' keep going
    in rap... eyes open, got nobody's back.
    Cause it's all front. Can't respect or go in that way...
    Have a specialty to innovate, rather than sit awake...
    As this food for thought goes stale on my dinner plate.
    I'd rather poke holes through the theory, and watch it deflate...
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  10. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Dope

    Rappers can never hope to be catchin me in a nice mood, when they face me…
    Their brains freeze, like chomping down too fast, while eating an ice cube…
    …I advise u, don’t fulfill my need to dislike u…
    ill take the bullets, out this damn nine millimeter and strike you…
    Cause I wont lose, punk…ill have you slippin faster…
    Than Harry grippin ladders, in Home Alone 2...
    Hop from the phone booth, with an S on my chest…
    Dressed to impress, watch the veins and arteries flex in my neck…
    I expect ya respect, or I gotta jam you…
    Not with a tech stupid, but ya neck, when I jump in the booth and body slam you…
    Cause you ain’t tough, you’re just an alcoholic talkin…
    My bars of arson, have you screamin like Macaulay Caulkin…
    I’m blazin a path, from Jersey to Conshohocken…
    The time for talkin is over, my mind is walking a twisted path…
    Long story short, I’m just a pain in the anus...
    So bend over, no really, that’s my only way to explain it!!!
    O what, you want me to tone it back?...while rappers are fucking molly-tripping…
    On broken tracks, plus these politicians are smoking crack!!!
    So your cynicism I throw it back (yea), spewing this venom…
    I strike swift, I’m a cobra sprung from a loaded trap!!!
    A lot of amateurs getting, props in this profession…
    so im quick to take the option to contest em…
    Yea…they come off hard, like getting their dicks, chopped with an erection…
    And then they spit, and its like they forgot to impress him…
    Go head and try to break me down in person…
    smirkin, thinking you got me figured out for certain…
    Til I shape-shift, I’m just a shadow lurking (uh), I’m actually not living...
    Beware when you hear my songs, each track is a clock ticking!!!
    These rappers should stop kickin, that crap like its non-fiction…
    Ya tactics are not hittin (na uh), you faggots should stop dissing…
    I’ll hack em to chopped ribbons, I have to be shock-ing em…
    when laughing and hock-spitting, these arrogant hot writtens…
    Cause every bar I’m dropping is deadly, coming at us is useless…
    Like hitting a chick, with the tubes tied in her belly… stop it
    Cause yo punches ain’t outrageous, they’re outdated…
    My town’s greatest, ya mouth wavers, with foul flavors…
    From tongue licking my sac while my scrotum is covered in hot butter…
    and don’t front cause I know that you’re lovin it cocksuckers!!!
    ……………..So drop, pucker and kiss...(muah)
    cause they’re not fuckin with this “did I stutter?!!!!
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  11. Kron

    Kron Member

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    Nope, you sure didn't. Message loud and clear, cowards fear
    the type that can rap... so they like to react without writing intact..
    Hah... don't see the sense in it though, it needs change.
    Slaughtering cattle... these bars are freeranged, these arms don't need names...
    They aren't prejudice nor elitist... wore the fetus
    of any whore when I stuck the clitoris with my enormous penis...
    Or dick, whatever... my concepts are so detached
    that they come separate, and are stitched together... like a nifty sweater...
    Ha... got a laugh at these dudes, who are about the action
    I find it amusing... I got leg up, because my mind's the movement...
    I am the architect of quantum orchestras - behind the acoustics
    Long before the Sugar Hill Gang was defining the blueprints
    But, there's always that one in the room, summoning doom...
    Thinking they got it down to a science... I'd say they were misguided...
    This guy is... the epitome of crafting aesthetics...
    organically manifesting what the pioneers lacked in genetics
    It's like... a menacing might to hold up this pen and put an end to their hype...
    Not feeling it.... even remotely...
    So no need to provoke me... it'll just happen, when I see em' rapping...
    Trying their hardest to kill... but they know my Armor's The Shield...
    Deflect the ricochet par of their skill... seriously...
    the marginal feel? Just "blue up in the open" like Marge, in a field...
    I don't barter with em'... caught em' slipping...
    laughed like, "I caught a victim" shot em' quick n' made em' stiff competition...
    Drive rocked the engine... took the hood off the bitch...
    Go to Hell and (Helen) Hunt Satan... like, I'm "As Good As It Gets"...
    faggot.... Jack Nicholson swagger, like I'm a boss...
    No registration necessary - I'm licensed to floss...
    Your Dentist looking like he's lost... I'll get em' up to speed...
    But even then... they couldn't keep up wit' me...
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  12. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    I'm faded and trippin' i see tha hieroglyphics.
    pyramids thrown like sticks N stones no fear in my bones.
    Goliath in this land that i roam prophecy written
    defying physics third eye open i can see acient egyptians.
    listen, sorry to be blasphemous word to god i ain't christian
    but i'm floating on water like a fisherman fishin'
    heard the plan was finish THA luciferian vision
    fuck it i'm bout to go missin'
    Some place where the birds chirp and the bee's sting,pay attention
    Not the best description but i'd rather keep my location fiction
    just in-case i face conviction
    I'll be damned if i tap out from the submission
    these people about they business not afraid to kill shit
    real shit, we still slaves.
    that's why everybody claim "they in the feild"
    I never will switch,why everything either worse or the Same?
    when back in 2008 i voted for change.
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  13. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    yall going in to hard damn much respect, i got to step my game up, props to GEN and Kron
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  14. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    The money opened a lane, I became cold to tha game
    Do these fiends really feel me, dope, flowing in-vein? (in vain)
    I peeped the future, saw it as hopeless and strange
    Cuz these days a name's forced to be interwoven with fame
    But not mine...I avoid the limelight like scary mice
    Word, I'm "Delirious" how I'm "Raw" smashin' Scary Spice
    Cats tell me I'm very nice, yet I rap indecent, lack appeasement
    So these verses might see me locked at the precinct
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  15. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    This cypher's alive again, let's get it!!!

    I sit back.......caught in this zone and I'm trippin...
    thinkin of all the things I could've done, good moments I've been missing...
    in this lonely abyss full of hopelessness....so cold that I'm frigid...
    focused and driven, throw criticism and no emotion is given!!!
    firm with my vision, bold with this SURGICAL wit, show no indecision...
    flow is a given, my soul is drifting out through this verse that I'm spittin...
    a silent sage, introverted with wisdom!!!, I gotta say...
    I'll rob you in day light/Daylyt with a mask on, like Lotta Zay!!!
    there you go runnin ya mouth, you believed this man would ignore ya...
    turn ya gaze for sec and, damnit I'm on ya...
    you think we cool til I pull that WOOL from ya eyes, turn you from man into martyr...
    I'm just a wolf in disguise, leading these lambs to the slaughter!!!
    I view these fans as my children, Gen'll make plans to destroy ya...
    don't ever bully my sons or try to put hands on my daughters!!!
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  16. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    The law planned nothing for us, except anguish and torture
    Mothers tears, locked for years, or resting in coffins
    Look what this ignorance bought ya, cats was tryna be Tony
    Now they snitching on their Co'D's who they used to call homie
    The game had nothing for me, I was broken and lonely
    Even though I never stayed without 10 hundred Benjamins on me
    Now my niggaz parolees, some of 'em OD'd
    Heard some even schemed to blow me with the chromey
    But I rose above it, even though the dough I was in love with
    Stepping out the Benz truck same color as mustard
    Rap Victor Lustig, a slut I'm never trusting
    Niggaz say the way I spit in the booth is disgusting
    They swear how I'm rappin', I must be on something
    Yet it's my lines that got these fiends veins pulsing
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  17. Kron

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    "His Name Was Robert Paulson".... better get that claim in check...
    a policeman blew his brains out ... my lines have the same effect....
    I aim the tec and start squeezing till the plane is wet
    and that bitch goes down looking like it's part of a drainage wreck...
    Ha...


    ..
    (who the hell says shit like that, dude?)
    Did I ask you? Fuck off! I do! I don't give a shit!
    Everyone has an opinion, and I'm the one who has written his...
    Despite the presence of impressionable little kids to witness it!
    Fucking idiots... tongue in cheek... slice up my gums...
    I live the life of a bum.... and if you don't like it? then run...
    to the nearest phone booth... change into your
    moral prone suit... and tell somebody who cares.... cause I love it in here!
    A reflection of reality - stubborn in mirrors...
    And represented every ideal self-destruction, NOT discovered in YEARS.!
    Mind-numbingly clear for the masses to hear
    How he passively shares on the masterpiece he's crafted, with shears..
    But I'm a bastard. Reality's my calling card...
    and I don't "ring it in", nor "hang it up"....
    You fruity fucks talking about an apple a day... I snap and decay your faction, OK?
    It would be easy to do it. And I'm no genius... stupid.
    Oxymoron... do you need me to prove it?
    Deeming you clueless. Wouldn't need to portray Jesus, to be seen as a Judas...
    Fucking freedom of music, leads me to believe
    the influence as a whole has culturally made me such a nuisance...
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  18. SickPup

    SickPup Pup

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    Had to rip his spinal out his back, Talking out his cheeks
    Ironically he got his face cracked
    Split to the scalp, see the bone
    Killers in Miami that'll heat ya home dumping led up out the chrome
    Aiming at everything except ya dome, but we hitting that to...
    Bullets flying in like snot they hot come atchu...
    Suicidal eat up all them capsules...
    I'm still here what good did that do -.-
    Now I'm stuck writing shitty rhymes, only crickets react to
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  19. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    This is life, Act II, before that was the genesis
    For ya'll Act III will be cuz of my penmanship
    Check my heritage, I got the blood of rebellious slaves
    Piercing the hearts of fakes with verbal stakes, ya'll ain't worth ya weight...
    In gold or any other refined metal
    As I walk across floors laden with white petals
    You could catch a hot one from the Saturday Night Special
    In these streets pawns get ate quick if they ain't careful....
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  20. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Its just a crazy life, but I'm tryna get it straight...
    These niggas hatin right?, fuck it....forget the fakes...
    These kids are lazy right?, but I spit a difference pace...
    Cause Gen's the jaded type....you think these kids are safe?
    .....cashed in when I split that safe...
    For the profit boi...
    ......they swore that shit was impossible, for us to put…
    Lawnside on the map….(“ain’t no such thing as an obstacle”)…
    I spot paper, see spinach and grip it, because I’m in it to win it…
    I’m never finna be timid, cause I’m a savage…(I’m a savage)
    I gotta have it (I gotta have it), just copped the five-O…
    these niggas ain’t up on my swagger…
    Mick Jagger, rock star (rock star), cock hard, I’m a lady lover…
    You mad because I slayed ya baby mother, came and stained ya covers!!!
    …..I had to smash on that ass and dash, ya boi sicker, I had to laugh...
    Hashtag whore splitter, I filled her head up with more liquor, lil nigga she was likin my swag...
    I thought I told these fools...
    What it’s lookin like, ya girl love my shit...
    So go head and get mad, talk slick…
    ....I’ll just laugh in ya face, cocksucka I’m nuthin to fuck with…
    Cause ya'll be spittin that razzle dazzle, that average trash...
    I just have to ask you...
    Why'd they have to gas you, (like you spittin that crack)...
    Ya'll smellin like puss, so I have to smash you...
    I just have to ask you...(what you sippin on?)
    That cheap Burnett's shit or 151?...
    And I dont even smoke, but ya'll niggas...
    Puffin that dirt, (i know that shit hurt when it hit ya lungs)...
    Tough guy, should’ve bit ya tongue…
    and chomped down to the point that the shit got numb…
    Aunt C always told me to grab my piece of the pie…
    you mofuckas better get yo crumbs, I ain’t over here flashin ones…
    we talkin cabbage, barkin….savage, vicious causin havoc…
    sick like kids with nauseous habits, this is automatic…
    Gen and X in the place to be...
    Hail Mary niggas rest in peace…
    You know the god had to bless the beat, so what it look like?...
    Even droed up, it dont take much for X ta see!!!
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