Freewrite cypher PT.4

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  1. Kron

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    These mics are about... what I spit into em'...
    Box deal, that's distribution.. out classed; district schooling...
    the adhesive in music, it's what I stick to doing...
    And I'm not closing out of the shop until I see big improvements...
    These 4 walls are like a prison to me...
    And it's like I can envision the scene... making a cool escape...
    Duck down, walk through the shots, and make it to the gate...
    Almost lose myself in the moment, dying, I knew my fate..
    This glass house couldn't be more vulnerable...
    But the turn-styles say "Come in, then go"...
    Upon my humble abode, I seek the wild side, the jungle's my home...
    It goes both ways, but one direction when I come to the road...it's like...
    No.. don't do it...
    How can something so useful feel so useless?
    together, got both pool sticks I play the game all alone...
    Over the table, with the cue, changing my zone
    They say my name and condone I'm aiming for my day on the throne...
    They're so aware of it, that the heir makes sure that my chair's an apparent fit...
    They say my cockiness will get the best of me...
    But if I make history? Then let's agree to disagree...
    Let's agree to disagree... if royalty ain't where you picture me...
    Then stand there in disbelief as they give the King his seat...
    Never could've been butted out, I'm still here...
    I gut it out, that big mouth bass I drug it out, yeah...
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  2. lazerscope

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    Spit that shit that make wimps wanna thug it out
    Ya'll talk shit, like tryna teach a pimp what love about
    And ya'll wanna hug it out, can't co-sign that
    These pro-crime raps, blow minds back
    Such a spectacle...The heckler? It'll level you
    Sending you straight to Hell to settle the Devil's due
    Here, this L's for you, like a benevolent pothead
    Guarantee you'll be screaming and crying when everybody in ya spot's dead
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  3. Kron

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    keys, open doors to a lock thread...
    "I'm a reflection of my community", that's what Pac said...
    I wake up every morning, praising that I'm not dead...
    cold thoughts coming while I'm laying in a hot bed...
    Ride to the death, yeah, surviving every minute gone...
    Shout out to the orchestrator of this shit still living on...
    Can't die, I stand high...
    looking like a can fly, on the hill, I win it by a landslide...
    Yeah... yeah... just call me Sean Penn...
    with a long grin, waving to your mom's friend...
    Just call me Sean Penn. Call me, call me Sean Penn...
    Yeah, c'mon in. Your mom's like a strong 10...
    Call me Sean Penn...
    Or the archangel...
    Call me Roy Rogers...
    Call me Clark Gable...
    I write for the fans, cause you aren't able...
    Constellation, yeah, I'm sitting at the stars table...
    Shine bright in the eye sight...
    Shine bright in that limelight... do the mind right...
    Call me Sean Penn, evil, with a dons grin...
    Jamaican rude boy, Bruck Shut, "Yo, you k'yawn win!"
    "Where the BLOODCLOT Teddy dey?"
    Jamaican bloodline getting me, so much raw energy...
    Mixed that with Indian, a part of that is Asian too...
    amazing how these people think these lines are Caucasian brewed (nope)
    Been black for as long as I know...
    And that influence has been a big part of my soul
    But yo... grew up in Canada, I'm not apologetic for that...
    I honestly think it bettered my raps...
    I was raised well... picked up a pen to write at the age of 12...
    Juvenile, a notebook and a mind to start raising hell...
    Call me Sean Penn. raps like I AM SAM....
    Retarded with a heart harder than that of Iron Man...
    And that connection spans out to my entire brand.
    Niggas hitting L's and getting higher than a choir can...
    Ha.. and it don't stop...
    From em' stove tops, to those socks holding bags of rolled rocks...
    Call me Sean Penn...
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  4. Kron

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    I got punch schemes, that can't be replicated...
    I defecate it... with extra weight, they debate where the pressure gauge is...
    I'm fucking off of my Rocker...
    Illness, gotta talk to a doctor...
    The thoughts that I have, are like jots adrenaline shots of vocab, locked in a lab.
    I even talk like a mad.
    The doctorate had, my texture makes it awkward to jab...
    One shot, like an amateur boxer, you're getting knocked on your ass!
    Brought the future to life, made sure that it was not in my past...
    At first, that path wasn't audible, that's because of all the talking in class...
    But now I am a monster, bolts in the neck with 100 volts
    that can jolt you to death... a focus to step out of normal parameters to make sure the approach is correct...
    With such subtle movements when the flow will connect...
    Ones you can't motion detect... emotions eject the folks on the net...
    I can't be blamed... catching lames...
    with raps that are straight up detaching frames from their native tribes, lines designed like Apache flames...
    Vincent, a classic aim, misfire, splashing brains
    on the canvass enough to leave back seats stained... if you dispatch my name...
    Hard as an anvil... on par, every bar at a stand-still...
    Like you posed for a picture... the momentum keeps going with every notable mixture...
    Ugh... the flow's sinister...
    A moment depicts a... cold component, Al Capone with a twister...
    mild in tone, but wild alone if it hits ya...
    Yes, every passing second's like rap perfections beyond the detail...
    Sadam and Osama would bail from the amount of drama I'd hail...
    Omar (Osama's son) as well...
    Slaughter, the shell ricochets through the armor, impale the body
    I'm going to see Muammar al-Gaddafi, in hell!

    Who the fuck's fucking with me?
    Kevin Costner, untouchable, G...
    Crushing, Ivan the Russian, driving a punch inside the eyes of destruction!
    "If he dies? He dies", I'm calm before the time of my judgement...
    As he lies, the fliers are published and handed outside to the public...
    It isn't no mystery here, I'm history's heir...
    Written, a vision appears like pictures, the years I've put into this freaking career should be instantly feared...
    A Monuments Men, with a God-given pen...
    I got rights among the Monoliths, friend... even modern philosophers spend countless decades trying to model this trend...
    So it's... no wonder to me. Can't get too attached.
    I'm what Jigsaw is to his traps, with influenced raps...
    Shoeing the shoe-ins with no souls before the student claps...
    Looking where the truants at... then I'm taking em' to the back...
    - Board. Rap Galore... raps like Thing from the Fantastic Four...
    smashing floors with a passion for this action, I'm going back to war...
    Ugh... "Home To The Best In The World"...
    Leave a feet impression and twirl your minor imperfection...
    until the texture is curled...
    like the arm bar... on par with most vets, so don't stress...
    notes fresh...right to the core, it's frightening, like fighting with Thor...
    A viking in Norse Mythology, while you try and strike with a sword...
    type, the divorce of your lower torso will merit this L as rightfully yours...
    I'm the architect in the inner workings, Solomon Grundy...
    Taller than all of you dummies, who thought you had the brawn to outrun me, it's on...
    Abolish you from thee exclusiveness of my talents when you face defeat...
    Placed the reach of my placement seat right above the Appalachian peak...
    They say knowledge is golden? Well, I'm the King Midas model exposing all who oppose him...
    A portrait of Dorian Gray, sitting in solemn devotion of the martyr who's drawn
    on emotion...
    You're in shallow waters, so just follow the ocean...
    I call this the potion of truth for the folks who won't acknowledge the notion...
    I speak with symmetry... you figure me out? You figure
    a man who has devoted his life to sitting on the totem, despite...
    those who tried to lower it's height...
    A dark soul, only showing at night...
    The omen, who right-fully refused those who said "Go to the light..."
    Ugh... I'm in the dark taverns, echoing flaws...
    My record consists of necklaces they've etched out of Gods...
    Meaning special rocks... etched like real life Tetris blocks...
    That speaks volumes beyond what computerized text can not..
    A binary of talent of skills, talons of steel...
    Making a wrath of those using the basic of math placement to take the vocab...
    ..to some pseudo complexity... you know it's futile to mess with me...
    A new style & recipe for you founded refuges...
    Respect the steeze of the Monster, constantly wrecking beats...
    like he's bonkers, the energy's like Jim Carrey, on Ecstasy...
    And know, they can only witness the massacre...
    A difference in clashing words until they syllable slashes nerves...
    A spastic nerd. That's why I'm someone they can chill with...
    f'real, it's an honor you all get up on this real shit...
    Out of this world, and now I'm going After Earth, like Will Smith...
    skills sick, it feels like it's drained, but still let no ill "slip"...
    Pillaged and conquered... like Attila, but I feel that there's nothing
    left... looking down at the upper set, gone after a couple breaths...
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  5. lazerscope

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    Inked on her flesh, was the name of her "daddy"
    She reminisced on old times back when they were happy
    Back then, she was riding front seat of the caddy
    Used to smile and joke with her, even when she acted crabby
    But now, he only talks to her about the streets
    What to do to the john, when and where they should meet
    She been walking for hours, he don't give a fuck 'bout her feet
    Bitch, just suck dick 'til the transaction is complete
    And don't be short by a penny, or shit could get heavy
    She wished she could just go steady...
    With a boyfriend, someone who truly cared
    Who'll be there, who'll shelter her from all her fears
    But now as the moon glows she's ducking sirens
    Red eyes from glass dicks can't be fixed with Visine
    He tell his niggaz, "Yeah, she used to be the best on my team,
    "Every day, never short, was bringing me all of my cream,
    "Now she just another crackhead slut with no ambition,
    "Bitch so dumb, can't boil water in the kitchen"
    She used to listen, soul dead, knowing her life was dirt
    Felt like she was cursed, since the day she was birthed
    She put the gun to her head, ready to leave planet earth
    Cuz maybe the next life's filled with happiness and mirth
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  6. mr.redeyez

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    what the fuck is mirth?
    had to google that hate to google raps
    nigga yo verse was fly but the concepts a boobie trap
    was it real? or just a figment of imagination like my graduation
    I know real pimps. so the whole verse was fascinating except the quoted conversation
    I wrote this verse with no hesitation no hate I was glad you made it
    you seem real, I peep ya shit, you on some boom shockalocka no secret shit
    slam dunkin' on the block, even sneak a kid if he on that sneaky shit
    we call it snake, but I know some prostitutes who on some freaky deaky shit
    25 dollars for head and pussy that's a broke bitch smokin' dope or snortin' coke
    a wise playa told me, get your own don't depend on a bitch
    that's why me and money close like lilo and stitch,
    my chick throwing fits for Abercrombie & Fitch my house party poppin' like zits
    she suck it sloppy for kicks. even sucks ya nuts for cigarettes but she pretty
    think I talk to ugly ho's then you silly they cheap because of my city
    slappin' hos played out that's what a killa told me, I said you must not be gorilla pimpin' homie
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  7. Prodigal Bum

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    The freak inside of dude is brought to you by EZ Wider
    Fling saliva, gross, and eat vaginas whole til my stomach full
    Swollen, even back when I wasn't smooth, cutting school, smoking
    Straight ad-libbing I smashed bitches with colorful slogans
    Loud music and bud don't have to wonder who rolled in
    One or two more hits, bumping Dude's old shit
    Renewed focus granted by a few potions, the preludes over
    The flyness that I kick, stay fucking with your mind shit
    Crawl inside it if you ain't replying, "Aye, your highness"
    Eyes skipping town, simmer down, reclining
    Watching time slip by when I got the lye lit, lights is vibrant
    Any dime hit is nothing more than a part-time side bitch
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    Blow bold lines of snow 'til I control time
    I dug a hole and discovered gold in a coalmine
    You toe lines and might push but won't fight
    I go blind swinging you might leave with a broke spine
    The mad hatter traded in for a bandana
    Slang grammar with bad manners
    Until it all comes crashing down in the last chapter
    But that's after you get your ass beat for tryna act dapper
    Hear these chipmunks talking about kicking my ass, whew
    But me losing's unheard of like a rhythmless black dude
    And this shit means more to me than a prisoner's tattoos
    So keep fucking with it and get found with several stab wounds
    Things the villain do inspired the METHOD MAN interlude
    So there ain't no gun claps in this bloodbath ritual
    Strong-willed, I apply the same pressure you give in to
    And emerged from the depths with some hidden jewels
    Double-threat, tongue roulette with a muscle flex
    While he punch his chest, five tons of hulking flesh
    Putting runts in check, he doesn't sweat
    And you ain't seen nothing yet
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  9. lazerscope

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    Point the steel, you go "NO NO NO NO..." like you caught Tourettes
    Never the type to stab a hoe just cause she offered flesh
    Plus awesome sex, I much rather coppin' checks
    Raw with the southpaw how I'm boxing left
    Anything in front of me, guaranteed won't stand for long
    In a fight, got the crowd yelling "Worldstar!" with their cameras on
    Born with a chip like I was raised and handled wrong
    Now my style flashy like the bezel these diamonds dancin' on
    Trust I got shooters, on deck to stop ya maneuvers
    Bet ya head will be rocking plenty of sutures
    After I'm done with you...This ain't rap, it's Capicu
    All I can do is laugh at the thought of copying you
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  10. Kron

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    The thoughts of ever doing that makes me want
    to get shot in a two... man sting operation by cops out the blue..
    Like, why in the world would I be a clone?
    Especially when I can see my own... two hands, moving out of the freedom zone?
    A special character, like an unlocked gem...
    They were having their audition, I walked in...
    Walked right back out after I was done and Simon Cowell
    yelled out, "Stop him! That man leaving this room isn't an option"
    Always knew I'd be great. Destined for big things.
    Floating on angel, this is message is in wings...
    Soaring through... the clouds are below me... I'm getting a high...
    Air Traffic Control is letting this guy get in the sky?
    Wow... never could fly... inspirational feeling like, CT
    doing an arm curl or Mike Rashid on a slight increase...
    Making me sweat, 425 degrees...
    With 200 pound plates on each side, dropping it by my knees...
    I'm a keep grinding, please...
    STFU when a smart person is speaking, or I'm hurting your feelings...
    They're not...worthy of healing...
    Jump from topic to topic... can't stick to the one they're on, their work is of nonsense...
    Got no personal progress...
    subjective, they lurk in the darkness... only wishing to dish dirt on your conscious
    So this verse? is the merchants orthotics, lifting the foot above...
    The addiction they couldn't love.
    Even if they were hooked on drugs...
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  11. lazerscope

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    Niggaz look shook 'n bugged when they see this crook in clubs
    No more talk 'bout the woulda-shoulda-coulda, cuzz...
    Got hoes skirts liftin' up, we could resort to fisticuffs
    Because disrespectful niggaz gettin' snuffed is a must
    Yo, sniff the musk, you in an animal's lair
    In my face you will stare; you can't stand the glare
    Fuck outta here with ya empty rhetoric
    And ya threats make no sense...better dead 'em quick
    Ya'll celibate...I get it, cuz "niggaz can't fuck with u," I read ya
    But the thing is, bitches don't either!
    Sharper than meat cleavers, I takeover when I flow ether
    Nobody colder when I blow reefer, 'n soldiers fold over, Meet the...
    Man of many styles, used to drink Henny wild
    Ask you for my feddi, 'n you even short by a penny? Blaow!
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  12. Kron

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    Egos and friendly smiles, they terrorize and terrorize
    trying to upvote vanity, but can't see from the mirrors eyes...
    This is all a facade, a tall glass
    of optimism poured for which they're calling a God...
    the high pitch audible laughs
    from crowds that look down, so aghast...
    Can't lift the crown with its mass... my ability?
    The founder, the class of students surpassing the teacher...
    That's why I rap and defeat ta'...
    Tyranny from the passenger seat that looks for the master that speaks up...
    Hear the rapture, or keep shut... Either way try to play your part...
    They say they way to make it art is to take the paint away, to start...
    The amount of flows I have? I can make a chart...
    Systematically on a level with Ray Cyrus, breaking hearts...
    My main virus is aged and like a plague, the mark?
    Is traditional systems that enlist in some kind of medicinal prison...
    But if you envisioning wisdom? It's easy to tell...
    The demons who hail on society's need to prevail...
    It's like we're feeding the sale, the third wheel is turning...
    And it isn't like they're done with us yet, they wanna see us
    Kneel and squeal in person...
    Any disagreements a real exertion
    to the mentality perpetuating the greed emerging...
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  13. lazerscope

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    Humanity needs a purging, and I'm the laxative
    Sent here to destroy these rapper-kids who try 'n act so big
    On them, I have to wig, 'n split their's to the white
    Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out...who cares if I'm right?
    Sorry Nas, but fuck shootin' the right target
    To me, the entire planet is responsible for this hardship
    Not the one starving, it's the ones abusing power
    Truly cowards, are what the righteous are considered...
    'N with the quickness we're duly devoured!
    All hail the martyrs...yeah, really, thanks for nothin'
    Your stupid sacrifices have been completely forgotten
    Niggaz forgot about Martin, forgot about Malcolm
    Today they wake up fiendin' for J's...fuck society's outcome
    So I gotta ask, who's the next hero to step up
    Knowing that all of humanity's completely fucked up?
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  14. mr.redeyez

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    late night,
    smokin' strong know i'm bout to lay pipe
    born in that water - i'm a great white
    niggas throwin' pebbles at a castle,
    kill em' with out a hassle I razzle and dazzle
    pow pow bitch i'm bout to take flight
    test me 6 feet I don't fake fight I play shife
    from sun down to day light I stay hype
    sleep is for the weary do you hear me?
    hustle, grind, shine
    my bitch made a shrine cus' i'm fine
    I spray the whole scene if you wit em'
    kid nap the whole team then for get em'
    you petty if you broke so get ya money up
    I can see it in ya eyes you ain't one of us
    told my homeboy to pick his son an gun up
    drop him off and load this thing about to blow up
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    yes. by far the realest, observe

    I'm chillin' with the criminals
    sendin' shots no subliminals.
    broke boys look pitiful,
    I pity the fool who think they city is cool - cool
    the alleys in my hood is hideous full of villians and ghouls
    killin' is a ritual, next strike I'm out, bitch I'm a habitual
    don't judge a man by his physical, your brain is the strongest muscle
    use to play games before I got a hustle,
    phat farm to coogi - clubs to car alarms - strong arms to ass and coochie
    I'm gucci,
    my uncle told me never mooch, you wanna be a big dog or a pooch?
    I, jumped off the porch drinkin' hooch ready to fight an shoot 15 100 proof
    really think my family drained my energy or I'm being embraced by a entity
    so many wars I seen as a kid peeking out my door I wanted more
    the anger was building I wanted to chill,
    peer pressure had me hiding weapons in my dresser
    willing and ready to kill the pain is forreal, goon shit, eat the bloodiest meal breaking the seal
    fake niggas say they sip lean or poppin a pill, keep it real advil and nyquil
    I love my bitches like flat screens and shiny dishes.
    I learned that from a wino getting knowledge from a dino while serving him albino
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  17. lazerscope

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    Why niggaz be lyin' fo'? 'N I'm tired of 'em cryin', yo
    I be rhyming' like it's '94, ya'll acting "BIG" like Shyne Po
    To get a nigga got, just costs a few lumps
    But why do that, when I could just talk to you chumps?
    One punch, could get all of you slumped
    You'll get pimp-slapped like a ho that be talkin' too much
    Beat me? That's a crime that you shouldn't commit
    Cuz in the book of life, your life-line is something I could omit
    Why won't you admit, that you been bitch since daycare
    Toolie known to stay near, use the toolie cuz I don't play fair
    Been known to blow cash fast like powerful winds
    Never been jelly, cuz that right there's a cowardly sin
    See me, you turn greener than the dollars I spend
    Or the sour that I'm known to blow hourly, then
    Most of ya'll the fake type, ya'll probably pretend
    Just a warning, ain't no sense in you ever doubting me, friend....
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    Boo I know I ain't shit
    If you ever split, promise me you won't forget
    How I made you laugh, kissing on ya lower lip
    Or how I made you gasp, when Im rubbing on ya tit - Or when I'm gripping on that ass
    Yeah they always say, leave the past in the past
    But I always had problem with that
    kinda hard to forget where rock bottom is at
    Forget about ya past, and you fuck up ya future
    bet you don't remember where them condoms is at (Damn)
    Here comes a fucked up decision
    Lessons never learned from a man who never listen
    I'm still gonna slide even do the condom missing... (Damn)
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  19. Prodigal Bum

    Prodigal Bum Xuro Tarum

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    Now the way he's living is different, always iggin tradition
    Family's pissed but they miss him and wish him the best
    Keep your vision correct and never give in to stress
    Be true to yourself and we'll await the day you visit again
    Try, find the right vice and go where it leads you
    Thick skin broken by needles, choking on weed fumes
    Tryna cope with a bleak view, I hope you can breath soon,
    At the least, know how to take it slow if you need to
    Turn a blind eye to the bright lights, try to minimize strife
    Reminisce on the old days but you can't live in hindsight
    True this isn't my life, but I'd lie if I said you wasn't part of it
    Next time I might not have the strength to speak from the heart again
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  20. lazerscope

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    Shots thru ya cardigan in December weather
    All my old rhymes that you remember clever
    Get reduced to embers, ya soul da fuck outta here
    I never tried to sell out, I SOLD THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!
    Call me a rap degenerate
    All my barbs full of curses, still attack eloquent
    No question how my hand-game riddle men
    I'm so nice, how I give 'em out's benevolent
    Cuz it's better to give than receive
    Ya little kids are God's gifts? Find them wrapped under trees
    And I ain't the type that need to deceive you
    Like Macklemore pretending he ain't offending Jewish people
    Sleep who? Couldn't do that to me fisting Codeine and Nyquil
    The kid's sick with the keystyles, like suffering stenographers, I'm "type ill"
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