Freewrite cypher PT.4

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  1. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    I see brain waves different patterns chemical imbalances
    living is a challenge if, you're not in tune with your chakra
    close your eyes open your mind my reality will shock ya
    did it with out a bible in hand took a glance threw my pineal gland
    the vision was clear x ray vision you see smoke in your mirror
    for many years we took lashes from masters now I've mastered a sacred practice
    knowledge make it hard to attack us. even the mentally challenged could use psychological tactics
    no witch in my craft I steer far from the magic using meditation to conquer the madness
    they call us sheeple but I'm equal so I'm not part of the masses
    time travel with my ancestors witnessing classics the physical aspect
    it's all in your brain man use it or remain brain dead.
    the lane paved both ways good and evil I use to think of life like a maze
    boy was I wrong, broke the mental shackles and chains the years that I bled
    dog fed now I share my table with wolves. wake up or sharpen your hooves
    wanted to even the odds now i see the world threw the eyes of the elites and the GODS
    the creatures creep threw the sod abduct the weak make em' sleep in a pod
    not to go overboard but I swear this world belongs to the overlords
    all aboard- marijuana couldn't stimulate my cells like this
    4 worlds and they all parallel, I ain't crazy just stopped making excuses and being lazy
    searching for truth threw the chaos hope I make it, moving patient threw the matrix
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  2. lazerscope

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    Ya brain in a stasis, tryna comprehend
    How I overcame the game with the basics
    It's like I spit that good haze laced with
    A bit of cocaine snow-flakes in it
    Our aims different: Yours is of a blind man squinting in fog
    Mine is of a hustler working his job
    You ain't nothing to solve, not even a prob
    Niggaz is as sweet as corn on the cob
    So fuck the back-chat and your act of backpack rap
    That's how you and ya man's get clapped at
    These rap facts, all within a keystyle
    I could slap Obama and still wouldn't see trial
    All lames got to go, burn 'em with an unorthodox flow
    Within the city got mad spots controlled
    Mad glocks to load, the anger fuels me
    You'll see, from heaven, when the reverend's giving ya eulogy....
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  3. mr.redeyez

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    you niggas are oblivious
    can't even take you serious you idiots
    beat em' into submission I demand obedience
    think I'm jokin' you must be smokin' red never been a comedian
    they soft spoken, be head em' and ship the cranium to siberia
    glock in mint condition it's registered in nigeria your flow is inferior
    I'm 2 steps ahead you lack the basic criteria.
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  4. mr.redeyez

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    the difference between me and any other man,
    they try hard to understand but i overstand
    I'm a dog but no doberman,
    call me yahweh no disrespect to jehovah.
    these guys run for shelter when it's colder
    but I cope in my cloak cause I'm a soldier
    my mom asked will I elope, I said nope
    because these women laying in the grass fuckin' cobra's.
    I'd be damned if a piece of pussy be the death of me
    rather palm my dick than be tricked by a chick named destiny
    karma's no better she'll dick you to if you let her
    that's why, I'm bout to equip my self with bombs and barettas
    on the chase for the cheddar throwing skeletons in the cellar
    my ghetto ties pull me under the boat before and after it sail
    that's why I get motivation from meditation not the ratchet or scale
    all we promised is poverty a life of problems and hell
    hard to prevail, so I buried the hatchet keep ya gadgets, taxes and mansions aswell
    I imagine half of you bastards never seen a cell, or even made a sell in your life
    I had to, go broke chop a almond or cashew dry wall do, microwaved a bread slice
    crumble the elements for funds you couldn't be dumb where I'm from,
    hell granny use to tell us stories when blacks ain't have rights. sleepin' with roaches and mice
    I remember nights we ain't have lights use to eat grits we ain't have rice
    no water or food kids in the house not goin' to school it's nothin' nice
    mothers and daughters get nude tricks and fool's pay the price for a slice
    peaches and cherries getting abused and used like mules enough tears to fill pools
    I had enough of you dudes and your watered down views on LIFE
    thinkin' it's cool to carry a tool and use your knife,
    walk a mile in my shoes it'll loosen your screws we use to gang bang at night
    me and my niggas were shife no 1 on 1 fights, they lose they shoot out ya lights
    back when we had to be men at ten now boys wearin' tights,
    half my guys in the pen shanking for pride stab you with the utensil they usin' to write
    what we think is wrong they think it's right,
    did the same crimes but they had an appetite for blood I was like
    nah' I'm a chill here for the night, for them one night turned into life,
    plus half my ghetto heroes turned to the pipe I know old teachers that dike
    my city a mess my past is all behind me slimy is how I used to move threw the west.
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  5. lazerscope

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    I stay grindin' like the Clipse, designing all these quips
    It's like everyday is Xmas cuz my rhyming is a gift
    Cats brag and boast about all that iron on the hip
    Yet I'm the man with the false pride...I ain't relying on that shit
    I see death in my victim's eyes, they're mystified
    Had no vision that our clicks would collide
    But I dap 'em then I'm moving, right before my shooting
    To remove the gunpowder, my niggaz wash hands like ablution
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  6. mr.redeyez

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    I don't mean to sound inconsiderate
    but you better believe my flow legitimate
    I spit this for the illiterate I'm sick of it
    guess they'll never know the wise in disguise
    only if the lost and lonely could read between lines
    but inbetween time I'm smokin' supreme prime
    the reefa' loud call me snoop dogg or khalifa
    I need somethin' to relieve the grief
    caught a case but I'm a keep it brief
    the block was hot and slippery we use to call it grease
    no leather jackets or hair gel just powder and jail cells
    the truth awaits us all if we only knew
    a lot of brothers are spooked shaggy and scooby doo
    but peep the scene if you hustle and grind you gonna do time
    don't listen to me fine let the blind lead the blind.
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  7. mr.redeyez

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    this for....

    my guys on the block,
    flippin' pies when its hot keep ya eyes on the top
    light the stove toss the rock, don't be suprised when it drop
    I know, you tell a lot of lies to the cops
    that's not my dope, white folks get hypno-tized in the crops
    fuck the world when eye ride on the opps.

    the mental has perished
    married to the game, but no love in this marriage
    broke and disparage false prophets reading the tarot
    watch what you say, these children are parrots with teenage parents
    these days females pop it for payments their pussy is vegas
    one hell of a statement, plus the preachers are pagan
    who will save our babies.? I think that jesus is playin'
    please understand the thesis I'm layin' in plain view
    these creatures are prayin' on the youth,
    that's why I said their brains are soup they try to re arrange our roots
    I, reminisce on the day's I'd shoot all the brain's I blew
    I'm staring at the world threw a birds eye view what type of bird are you?
    so many vultures in this culture, walking a straight path is like torture
    that's why, so many people rely on eli, the book of the hopeless and blind
    monkeys see clear threw the slime and they swing from a vine
    I laugh when I see the people on vine wasting their time.
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  8. lazerscope

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    My rhymes an ancient design, like pyramid hieroglyphs
    Light my piff everytime I'm 'bout to write some shit
    Bet this'll excite the kids...causing 'em to run amuck
    Telling their elders "I could give a royal fuck. All ya'll suck!"
    My shit got that flow yo, while ya'll in the toilet stuck
    Ya wave ain't got no movement, watch as I go through it
    Stop lights with the police in front, watch as I blow through it
    Niggaz tryna fuck with me but can't...just a bunch a homo-eunuchs
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  9. Kron

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    So to make up my mind? I won't add to that mundane ritual...
    That 6 second clip obsession from most individuals
    spending their time on world star, posting up comments...
    And not doing shit with their lives, but promoting the nonsense
    I can scope my subconscious... right down to the soul underneath
    and deliver crushing blows to those that jumble their speech
    But I'm not about that... I'd rather just, open up the mouse trap
    Let em' scurry off to get eaten up by the house cat.
    I wanna rap until the curtain call is purposeful...
    I want my omnipresence to flirt the room when the verse resumes...
    I get that high when I rap to fly and attack
    my mind's a trap of Jigsaw puzzles that configure rhymes right off the bat
    Yeah, Louisville Slugger... figure it's a rapping phase..
    Until you're swinging wildly inside of my mental batting cage...
    Agnostic, the rap prophet. Followed religion, then backed off it.
    From the black market preachers teaching outside
    to the frat mosh-pits. To the dance songs that lacked conscious --
    flavor, savoring past hot hits for cash conquests...
    Yeah... fight for the feeling puts you right through the ceiling..
    I got this mic that I'm wielding like a knife to your children...
    Sticking up their social norms, corrupting the youth
    With soul reverb sound kicking up in the booth..
    It's all chuckles and fun till the knuckles just come out of nowhere and fuck up your gums
    Beyond comprehension. That's your brain I plan to knock some sense in.
    I hate the one linear outlook of life
    So I deal with several dimensions when I pick up this mic
    Lifting it like a dumb bell. Grunt, yell, drop the weight down...
    One punch to your grill make your whole face round...
    If that's the case, clown? I'm done with this shit...
    Frank Castle on my motherfucking Punisher shit...
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  10. lazerscope

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    Niggaz more pussy than a dyke tongue-ing a clit
    If they all paraplegics how they running the strip?
    They must be running a script trying win that Oscar
    But not me, all I do is spit on hot beats proper
    Come through in a helicopter with the chopper
    Then fly off to Osaka
    Sipping sake with the Yakuza mobsters, who's a problem?
    You're reading his shit, that you fiendin' to rip
    But I'll catch you like when you squeezing the clip
    At the shadows, and I stab you in the back with an arrow
    It ain't violence, I just want foes in an early retirement
    Claiming they're a product of their environment? Oh so predictable
    I only speak that real shit, never kick-the-bull
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  11. Kron

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    YEAH, these kids live the fairytale lives, it's fictional...
    I mean, how the hell could we perceive what they've written you?
    Fucking aye, tired a rap... I'm firing at...
    anything in close proximity... cause I hate it all, man...
    need a fall plan... through the shot glass of life...
    I beg for forgiveness, I ask for the light...
    then I get slashed faster than the Passion of Christ...
    But I'm a partisan though... no, I'm an artist, in full..
    Just messed up... but guess what?
    I still got love for all of this text stuff, n' don't care to suggest uh...
    other method of spitting... never getting a written
    to be splurged on this fucking page, until it has my nuts displayed...
    I am a nut, you say... not appalled by that...
    I ball, where's Spalding at? Looks like I called him back.
    The mystical river of risking a liver to my influence...
    eying Students outside the locker rooms, I was surprised to do it...
    Idling in the drive way of the dorm, waving Hi through the room and...
    Telling your 18 year old daughter to suck the tip of this broom stick..
    So I can stick it in her clit and then move it...
    Yeah, freaking maneuver the handle inside of that bitch, till it's skewered...
    She'll spread faster than a ridiculous rumor...
    When I stick my dick in her womb and open that rippled cocoon up...
    Yeah, a nasty boy. That I leave that ass destroyed...
    Right from the back, deploy a "C'MON", like I'm Pastor Troy...
    "Mommy, what's that?" -- then I chime in with my rudeness
    by saying that their mommy is a whore... the way she's on the floor...
    Give them all a tour... yeah, where is my manners?
    Hiding behind the parents, my answers would leave you embarrassed, like dancers...
    Who forget their steps... a dizzying array
    of evil, built in an unorthodox hierarchy... I'm bored...
    Waiting for my girl to come over, so I can move my hand...
    Right over her Redbox faster than the Movie Stand...
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  12. SickPup

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    Never was the violent type, use to be a caring nigga.. But dangers in this life will put a certain fear up in ya.. Momma got beat.. happy she aint have no daughter..Cuz if i had a sister know the nigga wouldve forced her.. Too.. Between me n you... Momma got raped, day 1 day 2, day 3 day 4, day 5 day 6.. Nigga never skipped.. What was i suppose to do, hit him with a brick?.. Tried to, little nigga verse Goliath but he squashed this 5'2.. Momma seen her son, "who hit you like that!?"... Pointed at the nigga, momma went got the bat... *swing swing* *crack crack*... "yeah momma hit'em that mothafucka like that!!"... But i aint curse only 8, wouldve got slapped... You get the point though, that black beauty fought back...
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  13. mr.redeyez

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    no if ands or buts, nor who why's or what's
    bury me in a tux, no will I'll be buried with bucks.
    hit me up on the Ouija bitch I make it look easy
    is he the son of the morning or the father of evening
    in the garden of eden selling apples and dreams
    conjurning demons witches are bitches with merciless wishes
    I met the reaper in flesh he told me sleep with a vest
    cause in the west 50 shots to the chest life is like chess
    our minds warped we basically a corpse on a crash course
    but I'm the dark horse with an undeniable force my vengence has torque
    my mind is a porsche devour the brain dead cowards using brain power
    but still keep it hood.
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  14. Nimrawd

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    this RM site is dead as hell/
    cause crowdgather did more wrong than jezebel;
    come to where the real culture be at/
    www.therapnetwork.com is the url, best belee dat;
    text heads got their own forum to spit rhymes/
    so go there, get it poppin and get shine;
    im known as xcalibur over there, that's the referral/
    TRN, the illest site you haven't heard of;
    pz
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  15. Kron

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    "but still keep it hood."

    I leave the streets for good... but I'm still in the rap...
    The villain is back... look at the life go, as he's killing the track...
    I'm the filter for what these syllables lack...
    I grill em' n' flat- en' the foundation they were building, for that?
    I sit back and watch the pillars collapse...
    Trust me... I had love for the game, but my comfort's changed...
    now it's something deranged... lost souls, giving up in exchange...
    They wallow and bask in all of it, when I'm calling it trash...
    History in the making for the future, when they follow the past...
    This is Apollo, at last... beaten the Russian he lost to...
    in spirit... those who want the drive? They can suck the exhaust fumes
    from out the back of the whip until the revving causes the axle
    to shift... tell the Monestary Monk... I am a master at this...
    And his ass don't exist... I don't look calm...
    because I've made it be... now they're relating me to the story, like A&E...
    Ha... they're not ready for the calibur, X...
    Smash their watermelon in Gallagher sweats...
    A style so complex... the rubric for it's too enormous
    to read... formative keys performed into mental ornament themes...
    From Norman's debris... blood on his orange little sleeves
    As he's pulling those showers drapes back with a knife in his hand...
    Fuck it... that's right with the plan...
    Ecstasy tablets, broken Vicodin's jammed
    Inside of his van's glove compartment, trying to cram the last of it
    inside of his damn... mouth, while he's hiding it and...
    Idling in a Idaho am....
    -- bulance drive way, at 5 A.... M...
    on Friday... man... that's the shit that I'm on...
    Get clocked out... every script's an alarm... putting em' in visual harm...
    Illustrating the model...
    Carried by Aristotle... once the hear the throttle gears? the motto's clear...
    E Mano mirrors, Pablo...
    C'mon, bro, share the taco...
    Ha... yeah, I'm a feisty fiesta...
    These kids are clowns, they live the life of a Jester...
    And fuck around with children, like a Molester...
    So what gives em' the right to contest ta'... rifle I pressed on
    the side of your temple?
    Guy, I was gentle... plus, the bullets move in rhythm...
    Every one released is like riding a tempo...
    The Architect lives inside of my mental...
    the kind of potential I create for each line is suspenseful...
    enough to give the philosophical meaning of Violence? a pencil...

    wow... now think about that for a sec...
    the illustration of graphics perfected by a tactical weapon
    of rapping perception...
    cats who lack the connection
    to be components of concept... go for the complex schemes
    that they use without knowing the context...
    It's like I'm holding the objects of reality to control your subconscious...
    And there's nothing people can do until I've seeped in my groove...
    Yeah, I'm speaking to you...
    *points*
    Yeah. YOU!
    The guy glancing at his screen right now with a blank stare...
    in his rank chair thinking "Now, what gives em' the right to say the shit that he likes?"
    Here is some advice: I don't give a shit...
    I scribble this off of the top in intervals, limitless...
    -ly ... n' if you agree with what you're seeing, friend?
    Take that car of yours and go over the median...
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  16. lazerscope

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    Huh, what a comedian! You see me, then...
    "It's on! What up, yo!" But you don't want it
    Only cuz ya crew behind you you wanna be frontin'
    It ain't nothin', I seen it all before
    Tough guys wanna scrap one minute
    The next they sleeping on the floor
    2 shot, the rest dipped, and you crawling for the exit
    I had to teach ya little .22 what the fuck a tek is
    Nigga I'm reckless, I wreck kids, get a dog for protection
    It's stupid tryna set it when you out of ya section
    In my pocket? Your necklace. Ya money? My breakfast
    Niggaz rocking vests now, so I leave my vics headless
    The movement is the money and anything in between is mine
    Follow the fuckin' rules and everthing'll be just fine
    Fuck a separation...I like my business and pleasure intertwined
    Only takes 6 seconds to kill you, 'n post the murder up on Vine...
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    Word... a couple lines... is all that it takes...
    till the acknowledge the weight I hold in every bar that I make...
    then they realize,"wow... he really is the truth"
    I'm like, "Hell yeah!" on some Dre shit... back to the wording...
    He's not a god, he's an actual person...
    who's graduated with top honors after emerging...
    From the tavern of dark mystery... magic, a marked Mentalist...
    tragic, I spark sentences... havoc, no heart, wretchedness...
    Like, go fetch it bitch... see the Frisbee fly...
    like a record disc... hit a fucking pool of Executives in the eye...
    This where the winners lie... in a pool of their blood...
    Giving em' an outlet... the entire movement's unplugged...
    You're in a room wit' a thug... my influence
    above the worst of the addictions, see crack as a Nubian drug...
    Got my place fumigated dealing; there's too many bugs...
    in the walls... the fuck wit' an FBI tap?
    See my flat? full of substance... I dare em' to try...
    Bored as fuck, so my lair's been high...
    right there in the sky... fucking parents are aware of it...
    they got extra baggage n' deemed me as a terrorist... like I'm one of the Arabic's
    And there it is.... a life time without subscription...
    I write with conviction... see in the light, where the trife has been missing...
    Stick it in your heart, like an incision...
    with a knife, the decision to do so is me figuring out where I am...
    Then it's like, there I am... swear the merit planned
    like demerits, you build it up n' try not to get fucked...
    But by the time you do go? You're too slow... try to move, bro...
    Can't bypass the industry, without the new code.
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  18. mr.redeyez

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    kron you too cold but let me put a knot in the loop hole
    I smell the fumes. an they gas'n me up judges sizing me up
    staring threw my rearview the 25 with an L passing me up
    I'm lucky as fuck karma sucking me up I'm bout to re up
    I ain't scared I shoot to the city home of the bears
    remember when the cheeba had long orange hairs
    my bitch corn fed big booty judy full of corn bread
    long horns on my head weed seeping out my pores
    eyes red crack heads on my porch asking me for the torch
    that's like asking d.trump for the keys to his porsche
    my reaction slap em' with force fuck off my property nigga
    I'm a hot commodity nigga murder and robbery nigga
    stab em' with knives and forks street fights end bad under street lights.
    wonder if I'm concious when the toxins seep threw my logical synopsis
    no options for a young ox that was put up for adoption while kickin' and boxin'
    locked in this box where the fetal are conquered sub concious converse
    symbols blind the simple mind Satan blatantly sponsor hip hop concerts.
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    concerts, I, work, do, not, twerk or get confused/
    because, I, give, u, blues, for you cats that haven't paid your dues/
    to, stay, in, true form,/
    cus, when, I pick the mic, up it's like my mind is rainin a storm/
    4, u, cats, 2 read, and make up a reason for/
    im the reason most of you cats 'eyes', are sore/
    mine or yours,?
    im spitting rhymes that feed the poor/
    and get some food inside the belly/
    yeah, sometimes, you can catch me, prolly talking on a celly/
    but never with kyjelly,/
    unless, a, pretty girl, that'll rock my world/
    and after we done ill remember it soo, freakin' thorough/
    to the point, I, remember each and every single detail of it/
    you, my name is, kit, and where I live is dangerous/
    different languages, all inside my neighborhood/
    I don't gangbang, but don't get it, misunderstood/
    that im not a man that's strong and personified/
    its time 2 drop you guys, for tryin to feel on my girls, thighs/
    some times I, get hungry and wanna buy food at the store/
    because sometimes it's kind've high, and I, just cannot afford/
    to spend loot, that need indeed/
    move like a centepeed, off of speed and greed/
    trees make my lungs bleed/
    so I stopped token the weed/
    but now Im soo 'anti-social',
    I shake from my head to knees/
    now I'm drinkin beer instead of weed, cus, I, think it makes a 'better me'/
    it makes me less shy so I don't care if the audience'll threatin me/
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