Freewrite cypher PT.4

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  1. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Who really sold white had to fight or up the pipe?
    i'm really hype from the slums to open mic hope you like
    earned my stripes doin' dumb shit i wasn't thinkin' right
    drinkin' brown and snortin' white on a mission code name betty wright
    "tonight is the night" now that's real
    after every verse you should write sike, don't get me wrong
    yeah ya words do excite the mind but do you recite ya rhymes?
    i have seen so many simps slip and spit recycled lines.
    fake bars, i make bars real as possible so take your's
    and blow it out your ass freestyle is a art
    so spit it from the heart i'll bite back if you bark
    then again' i been thinkin' bout the night's i ain't had
    pockets hurtin' bad had to stash bags in the drawer next to the trash bags.
    i was raised with black flags black masks black mags tic tac toe was our hash tags
    sometimes i flash out when i have flash backs that's facts
    dirty pistols call em kat stacks got a knife on the K yeah i back stab
    blade enter your body threw ya back pack puncture wound leave ya dearly departed
    i was nearly incarcerated thank god i made it they hated i was exonerated
    no evidence for the case like godzilla ate it glad they can't convict us by race
    open and shut mother nature open your butt,
    i looked in the sky and asked is we fuckin' or what? the world is a slut
    hope you know what was up even tho the metaphor was a bust, FUCK THE WORLD.
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  2. lazerscope

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    Getting bread like dinner rolls, the game's a finger roll
    Love watching non-winners fold, my heart's winter cold
    Moving to the money by any means is the goal
    Weather easy as 1-2-3 or through a rigmarole
    With a hoe getting cozy, kids playing ring around the rosie
    Cats steady trying to doze me, but I'm red-eyed getting no sleep
    Too sick, none of ya'll could ever Dose me
    Try to end me I'll send thee to where the ghosts creep
    Known as a wordsmith, tryna shine? For ya'll it's curtains
    Ya'll grab the mic all fervent, I sit back 'n just murkk shit
    Step off the plane, you feeling the earth shift
    Make you as nervous as bimbos hunted by Berkowitz
    So I, everyday feel like I got to chant down Babylon
    The way I "ram" these hoes, I'm the G.O.A.T. like a Capricorn
    For what I got in the trunk, you'll never see me like a mastadon
    Automatic murder-one, for any beat I'm rapping on....
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  3. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    As sure as the world keeps turning in these turbulent times…
    Crippled, perverted with crime…twisted, these murderous minds…
    give you commercials designed, to get you to purchase the lie…
    that if you’re blind to the danger, then shit’s supposed to be fine…
    these kids are confined to a manger, you need to open ya eyes…
    don’t think that violence will change ya?, well these are words from the wise…
    bullets are flying in anger, are you concerned with the plight?
    of people dying in Asia, militant surgical strikes?
    Can’t complain about the immigrants…
    When you were offered the same job, you threw a hissy fit…
    Complaining about ya Whopper w/ cheese that’s missing the lettuce and bacon…
    While a homeless man’s out on the street, his stomach trembling, aching!!!
    Even haters can see the truth…
    so use ya optic vision, and stop the bitchin…
    that’s why I don’t listen to politicians and people that talk shifty…
    I’m speaking God’s word, follow the leader and walk with me!!!
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  4. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    I'm foul, clowns, like the weather in NY...shitty now
    I ain't tryna blow up, I wanna burn the city down
    Got the semi now, got the henny now, puttin' in my 2 pennies now
    Horrific, got that "IT" factor, like that Penny clown
    Tired of cats talkin', barkin' up the wrong tree
    They all lyin'/lion to theyselves, watch all 'em dogs flee/flea
    They flashing gold teeth, but all their talk's cheap
    Trip? I'm sharp with the grip, like a hawk's feet
    I brutalize, pulverize, eviscerate opponents
    Break down their chemical structures to the simplest of components
    I'm trying to see G's, a stack to the 3rd exponent
    Raising the tek to Buddha's neck...no time for atonement...
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  5. SickPup

    SickPup Pup

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    This shit was sick bro, specially the hawk's feet line
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  6. SickPup

    SickPup Pup

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    The struggle is real, just stressing I'm guessing
    Dankrupt no smoke to invest in
    Smoke, my lungs is lacking congestion
    Anxiety and depression mix realities imperfection
    Sleep, just sleep dwell in an opposite dimension
    Wake up a new day
    avoid them sheisty muthafuckas and them games they play
    Trust none, don't believe a word a nigga gotta say
    People hate my attire, no designer
    Dress how I feel, all black, jaguar...
    Heart of martyr, but I believe that I should die
    How such contraction gonna coincide inside
    Where my mind lay
    Dark thoughts, keep emotions of a zombay
    Brain dead nigga human veggie
    Emotions numb, slipping you won't catch me
    Test a nigga, get you stretched like spaghetti
    Ripped into pieces, tossed like confetti...
    Damn I lost subject... Mind grill cooked like a deli


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  7. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    Appreciated.
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  8. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Time keep tickin' my mind keep trickin'
    people switchin'
    i just wanna mind my business find my lane
    i shed tears in the inside my lil niggas been fried
    people strung out on the same block where i hung out
    when i was a shorty walkin' round with the forty
    all the folks runnin' threw motown gunnin' at berry gordy
    that was a warrior's story deep in my mind i wanted glory
    blind eyes could see the pain in that last line
    i freestyle and reminisce to past time
    this life of mine full of passionate crimes
    vultures on my land line roaches by my bed side
    the up side to this madness.? it made a man
    might be a crazy faded man but i made it man
    DEAR MAMA nothin' equal to or greater than
    SOMETIMES my wishes is merciless i'm flirtin' with
    Death, open the curtain's bullets flyin' horizontal and vertical
    people wanna murder you for material things my hood is like a bad dream
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  9. SickPup

    SickPup Pup

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    Angels don't sing when it's devils every where
    Paranoia, Liquor mixed with devils in the air
    Never trust a bitch a bitch, eve ate the first pear
    "Adam eat this" you know how it go from there
    Niggas can't be either, you know where to go from here?
    Able(abel) get ya self a lil job
    enough dough making cake without a lil prob...
    Walking down the street, not cuz you can(Cain) cuz you able(abel)
    Niggas see, hate, making cake wanna fade you...
    "Look at that fake hat..Where his crew at? I can (Cain) rob that nigga"
    His peoples like "true that"
    See news dude got his wig cracked, head splat
    Jealousy killed nigga for his fit-it hat
    If you said "gimme!!" lil kid woulda gave you that...
    You sitting back thinking, "dafaq is wrong with these niggas"
    Bet you look at people different, start jawing these niggas
    Moral of the story, don't trust nobody
    Wife may set you up, have you catch a body
    Brother shot ya face, squeeze the trigga on his shotty...
    Live by my motto, fuck the world in its pot hole


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  10. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    Push the throttle, with no hopes of seeing tomorrow
    It seems so hollow, searching for dreams inside a liquor bottle
    It's like grown men become boys again who need to be coddled
    Scared of success and choosing instead to wallow down in sorrow
    Oh so shameful, because really, that's how the game go
    They treat responsibility like a game of Pass the Hot Potato
    The youngins are left now only with mama looking over the cradle
    And no father figures to guide them on how to earn a halo
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  11. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    MY BEST friend is my rifle i'm spiteful
    snakes in the grass cut em' down in they prime
    right on the lawn word to my mom these peons are pawns
    hit a stain like the executioner two to the brain
    i'm ruthless insane pitch forks salutes to the gang
    vodka loud hookahs and cain these shooters are vain
    moms don't cry any more they use to the pain
    i have vivid visions of hell but i'm use to the flame
    douse me in blood they'll feed me to the wolves if they could
    that's why i prop my door up with wood if war is the word
    i grab 2 machetes a K and a launcher then blow up the hood
    it's more than a rap not tryna get trapped so i mix fiction with fact
    LIKE,i want a islami mami who can work a tommy groom her to earn a homi
    these niggas don't got beef more like bologna salami
    where i'm from murders a hobby winter threw fall bodies drop in mass amounts
    the river flow red from blood shed it's like a cherry tsunami
    kind of scary but honest guess jesus died for no reason
    heathens jumpin' fences shootin' at demons blood thirsty fiends
    fiending for what we can never grasp smoking gas
    full of liqour holding an empty glass while low on cash
    niggas don't think job they think rob put a hole in his ass.
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  12. lazerscope

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    Walk past a hoe fast while she swish
    A bitch might catch whiplash, from the drift
    Of my pimpish aura, the new Iceberg, a pimpish author
    With a maniacal mental, cuz all I think is torture
    Gaining funds, fuck you losers, I don't play with bums
    I'm investing in bakeries while ya'll on the corner scraping crumbs
    I'm feasting, Rap Jackie Gleason, The Greatest One
    I run the streets from dusk 'til dawn like I hate the sun
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  13. SickPup

    SickPup Pup

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    Out at night like Dracu, searching for Ragu
    Leave him dripping, cracking his shell like a cashew
    Cotton swab soft, you rumbling with a statue
    Couldnt beat me if ya main diet was steroid capsules
    Bearer of bad news, chaos striking the casuals
    Cannibalistic creatures scavenging threw ya place
    Feeding them bath salt so run and cover ya face
    I thrive off crime, shit I'm fending just for the taste
    You frail niggas the easiest to erase
    Damn it's sick how pup be mutilizing a face


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  14. lazerscope

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    Fuck humanizing a jake, I'm utilizing the eighth
    As I commence to brutalizing you fakes
    Just you and I in the place? Only one of us walking out
    We hawk it out, mutes watching. I give 'em something to talk about!
    I walk an awkward route where being real is not too normal
    And talking digits is the quickest way to ever bore you
    Where cats are far from loyal
    And victims walk around crying over spilled milk that's completely spoiled
    Suckers toil while I work hard and smarter
    Like a Roman it's nothing to hammer a martyr
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  15. Kron

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    Yeah, my sanity's harbored with fugitive thoughts...
    moving through blocks, fidgeting...
    using music to jot, the unit I've concluded will rock..
    The masses that be. Jurassic, I see...
    the findings of my brothers... dead, couldn't last on the scene...
    The fantastic diseased clashes we weave...
    work the hands like Clock work, living in
    second class citizen conditions, spin...
    the world around... watching the Ballerina of human nature twirl around...
    I'm hurling now... exercising my rights
    the lights from the hermit grounds... flash excessively
    with every word that's bound - ed
    to the latches of thought... the camera essence,
    Lyrics capture a shot... translucent master of concocting
    visible laughter or shock... through rhythmic patterns displayed
    upon the axis I walk... my mind's a Black board...
    the recesses of memory grasping the chalk... I fastened
    every masculine clot of energy and drastically rock...
    the visual plane these imbecile's claim...
    Ambidextrous - every direction is written the same...
    a fossilized logic, still missing it's aim...
    It's lost. What you wish to regain? Is the five senses, which is
    a shame... I dismiss it, the mystical flame
    restricts it, until it trickles... in pain...
    I'm a ... graduate of the astral plane synapses...
    The same man who walks out of the outer boundaries
    of society, defining thee' sanctity to which civilization tries to be...
    neutral... but that's the lies we weave...
    the ones we tell our selves... inside our cells...
    The Devil we know, see more than unbridled hell...
    Rage expired... engage the fire of the man that they claim
    as an unnamed Messiah... then denounce their faith to wane desire...
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  16. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    i can feel the fire, underneath patiently waiting until my soul expire
    hopefully before i go i can inspire,
    this road to success requires blood sweat and tears
    welcome to the house of dies drear
    livin' in limbo it's a dirty game
    no nitendo, bitches work the strip nude under trench coats
    we all possessed this money is evil for it i'll leave you
    bullets turn a grown man into a diva or a cheetah
    smokin' cheeba drinkin' beer by the liter i'm a leader
    talkin' to my 9 milli meter stayin' sane is insane
    so much pain in my brain, my life ain't the same
    swear i see the slain walkin' amungst the living
    purple clouds surround my town aliens peeking out the clouds
    got me tweekin' shootin' at the crowd i see the gods now
    my people hostile runnin' in churches dodging these serpents
    wizards and witches throwing hexes and curses
    all these unknown patterns we wearing i should walk around shirtless
    crazy and blind by design we don't know who we worship
    sometime i find my self drifting like a puppet in public
    writing my suicide letter in cursive an won't rehearse it
    modern day merchant sale what i purchase, tax em' on purpose
    finesse em' an bless em thanks for your service
    for my wicked ways i'm sure to rest in flames i'm kind of nervous
    will the lord have mercy on a race that's thirsty?
    inhumane acts we witness everyday but we disensitized
    we relax and sit back while america got us in the torture rack
    these are more than facts hope it hitcha like a heart attack.
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  17. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    So much pressure on me.. i gotta shine
    at this point in time, fuck it i'm blind
    rip out my eyes then i sign on the dotted line.
    no lie, i thought about selling my soul for gold
    so many stories untold well stfu and let the story unfold
    i walked a long path,such a glorious road secrets exposed
    cold blooded hoes treating there nose touching there toes
    trust none,lust is lust fuck the wrong one its dust to dust
    burn me? my adrenaline rush i see the bitch an i buss
    i'm on the hunt i gotta rush jump a slut like a hurdle
    pistol on my waist like a girdle shells big as a turtle
    money on my mind or maybe murder such a lethal combo
    better get low like limbo when i drum like conga gonzo
    stupid extendo flip em horizontal mano-a-mano
    capeesh nigga i'm paul castellano you ronald mcdonald.
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  18. lazerscope

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    I bring sorrow as a pistolero, sipping Cuevo
    Nothing to put uno through ya sombrero
    Rap tighter than African drums with animal hides
    More flesh on my teeth than when a cannibal smiles
    I lead massive conquering forces like when Hannibal rides
    Foes don't impress, they're just men in disguise
    Dead 'em like a mannequin's eyes, I was born to survive
    In the wilderness where I listen to wolf's cubs cries
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  19. Kron

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    So fuck lies, I've heard em' all... not ready for more...
    I'm the tugboat, steady the core, forever...
    exploring the endeavor of war... trying to brush up on the practice...
    I'm even strenuous through muscle relaxants, made the hustle a passage
    of my life style. Figured a way to trigger my prey...
    The small ones have fallen, the image of them is much bigger today...
    I denounce them all though, they call me
    I'm not ready for that... they front, they can get in the back.
    Because I am the emblem... the aesthetics of rap...
    Fix me up; need no medics for that...
    place the head on the wall... then smash it to pieces with a medicine ball...
    Pretty menacing, y'all... put a net up... cause the thread's been mauled...
    Over the line, playing tennis and all...
    Executing wit' swiftness... yes, swiftness... so, he's the fucking quickest...
    let's get up to business... snuffing bitches...
    Whoever acts tough can witness...
    the skull indent from the knuckle imprints... ha... (why's he acting bad for?)
    *I don't know, dear*...
    smh... that was so queer...
    Any complaints for my verse? it can go here...
    Cause I got a drive for it, and I don't steer...
    Just a cold beer... or a lager, I just don't care!
    (THAT DIDN'T RHYME) ... my tactic's sublime...
    every practical line is practiced, design is mapped between lapses of time...
    I just... think of a line, and then this ink will just find
    a solitude in the recesses of thought for me to speak this shit...
    Ahhh....
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  20. mr.redeyez

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    where my hooligans.? that leave you stuck like gilligan
    in cold blood, no love call the cops like a concerned citizen
    flee the scene not to be seen by a witness snitches are witless
    upper cut stretch a stoolie like bow flex fitness it's suicide
    lock me in a cage for decades but like gloria gaynor i will survive
    my name derived from pain inside you can see the blood in my eyes
    kind of bi-polar ready for combat blades disfigure my foes facial features
    when i catch you like a contact this oshlun transform joshua into a wombat
    i love to kick sick shit but let me switch it up like a stick shift
    sike i put the pistol in her butt out of disgust i might buss it like a nut
    fuck a slut i want a greek goddess i'm a barbarian so peep knowledge
    snuff her hubby and make the bitch swallow then smoke the white widow
    buds kind of frosty like cauliflower or when the cheese cottage
    -------------pitch forks to the sky to pay my G's homage------------
    no seeds in my weed an animal for the green the greed got me hanging off the trees like leaves
    since i'm a porch monkey alledgedly nigga my legacy is already cemented or it better be
    thinkin' of attackin' me abort it like pregnancy you fantasy can't stand to see my vanity
    conceited and vain its all the same another form of insanity love hate and jealousy.
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