Freewrite cypher PT.4

[4rro9ant]

Drunk somethin' but I'm not a drunk, I just seen Blake dunk
Thinking back 2 the many attempts made by Kemp, games won
While I split this blunt, fill it with green, watch me jump
Up the ladder, I'm type one, but I control my bladder

What the Mathers with you, I'm the one been left black and blue
Still I remain a one-man platoon, bombing on all these wannabe goons
Call me silly, really, y'all the cartoons, animaniacs, looney toons
Bafoons should've stayed in school, I'll bus 'em 2 school

I ain't Arsonal, but the arson in me will let the fire bloom
Hopefully that pyro will be ignited in a greenish hue
The cape of Dr. Doom, enabling me 2 inhale greenish fumes
enabling me to deal with dudes who reek of perfume

to be continued...

[CrowdAds]

[AtomicGO]

My rhymes smell delicious, your shit's on stink man/
I'm bringing back the lucky cigarette, Jesse Pinkman.
Homicidal tendencies get your merk'd in a blink man
Last bastard to test me and get murdered was my Shrink man.
You think man, that you've got what it takes?
I'll serve your face on 8 plates
Dump your body in the great lakes
Leave your organs on drain grates
and send your family the rape tape.

I'm down to murder any motherfucker
if the cheddar's right I'll even make his mother suffer.
I'm a wood chipper body stuffer
leave your remains in the lake, turtle supper.

Must be on crack if you don't dig this shit.
If you try to Jack I'll put you chickens on a biscuit.
My shit's the sickest, I'm about my business
I'm Mr. Universe but verses are my fitness.
My shit's on underground hit lists
your shit's shit.
Get buried under the ground upon which my kicks kick.
As a matter of fact you're on my shit list
Get buried with a quickness, you sick bitch.

No, I don't play, stay away from you lames
Can't even spell god without saying my name.

[J Keeper]

You don't wanna be part of the place that I'm from,
You don't want any part of the shit that I've done,
5-1-8, that's where I'm from,
I carry it with me, I keep it down in my lungs,
I, take a breath,
And I feel my friends, take a step,
When I feel again,
I'll be sure you're first to know,
But for now I'm content to bring these verses home,
Cuz it's been a long time since I've seen the boys,
Whether travels, other battles, overseas, deployed,
Locked up, probation, felonies and noise,
Nothing really matters on these streets but poise,
And I stand,
Used to have a knife in my hand,
God damn,
Used to bag up white in a gram,
Now I'm HAM,
Hard as a mother fucker, startin' another ruckus,
Cept I gotta mic in my hand,
I might scram,
For a few months, need a little vaca,
Home is where the heart is, need a little pay day,
Beats are my catharsis, even when it drains me,
N I ain't gotta starship, but meet me up in space mayne,
You can find me on a nebula bloom,
Smokin' weed with my homies at the edge of the room,
Smoke clouds hold down all my menacing goons,
Who probably would've robbed you for mentioning jewels,
Projects on a stoop, a deuce deuce,
Blunt packed with a dubsack, yea that's the medicine used,
And if you gotta problem with it you can mention it dude,
As long as you don't mind a fuckin' head with a wound,
They get down, from the farms to the section eights,
From the barns to the alleys where the restless lay,
My city's got both, and the bets are laid,
You can find coupons on collection plates,
We know to keep drinking when the handle is runnin' out,
Known for our fighting, watch our hands lay a knuckle down,
The old me hated just to stand in this troubled town,
Used to run around, but god damn, do I love it now...

[AtomicGO]

I'm a sadistic mixture of Kenny Powers and Henry Bowers
Burn plenty sour that keeps me really drowsy for many hours.
Unlike Bowers my name's not from Stephen King's "It."
If this cypher had beat I'd be "Shining", Stephen King shit.
So blinded by the mainstream, you can't even see this
Try and get a bead on my team? In your dreams kid.
Asthmatic flow, make it hard for you to breathe bitch,
Can't believe the cypher that you're reading on the screen, FIN.

[Gen The God]

Don't catch feelings from this verse, it isn't aimed at anyone

I got a mission, stop that spittin with ya sloppy writtens...
claiming you're nice but you're a constant contradiction, kickin ya quotes...
like you got a dick in ya throat, the whack type that never writes...
......he just scribbles some notes, then the next day he forgets the shit that he wrote!!!
now this nigga's pissed.....he wanna fight...
but gettin punched in the gut by Tyson's the only time you would ever spit up on the mic/Mike!!!
this is a DEATH sport and killing is my LIFE, but I lack patience...
so I'm cuttin ya death SHORT like slashing a midget with a knife!!!
and if you didn't know then its time I make this announcement...
if it ain't about myself or rap, then I tend to not give a fuck about it...
selfish.....arrogant.....self-centered, and this is my house...
if I ever spit a whack rhyme......I wouldn't even let myself enter!!!
unless I rhyme proper, don't ascend to the heavens...
like you're the Dalai Lama, you'll die in trauma...
for clashing with Gen the God like you'd survive with honor...
I'll send you into a SCREAMING NOSEDIVE, back down to the earth like a Stuka divebomber!!!

[patrown]

it's empty in my head with the brain of a hoarder
i just gather up the fruits of life and purge like aborters
try to soak up what i can till my toe tags show and
flow man, so go stand on your corner and rap about it
i'm gunna crack some jokes n learn to laugh about shit
with tha past of a gliph im posted till the last of the cench
tryna sort out life right here on a bench

[J Keeper]

I made my life right here in the trench,
N I ain't leavin', I ain't even clear of this mess,
You might say I'm depressed, you might say that I'm down,
But I'm always feelin' good on my way to the ground,
And that's the way that I wanna keep it,
I ain't off the carpet, leavin' stains on the part you're seated,
And I don't think I've hardly eaten,
It's a shame, that I'm hardly keepin' sane, yea I'm hard to read,
Only because, you shouldn't read those darker parts of me,
I'm harmony personified, but partially homogenized,
Find catharsis breath a pardoned breeze into a problem's eyes,
So I'm watchin' it squint, clouds walk with a limp,
Gettin' girls all lookin' like its poppa's a pimp,
Yea, sometimes I'd trade places with the clouds,
So you could feel my pain as it hits the ground...

[Prodigal Bum]

Stupid shit:

The man is the worst, I'll throw the van in reverse and dismantle a hearse
Give me a bottle of Jack and some purp and watch it get tragic for earth
Dumb as shit, I come equipped with an open hand that's removing jaws
This is what happens when a humble kid grows a humoungus dick and abuses raw
Able to function on doses that would have you throwing up
'Cause I'm comfortable roasted, playing Battletoads for fun
Poking holes in cola cans, groping hoes, and throwing hands
Rolling dro and blowing grams, still got the dopest flow that's known to man
If I were to blow my nose, you could get high off the tissue
And if I were to smack you with my balls, it'd kill you

[Prodigal Bum]

You're the type of dude to let a whore take your cake
I just run up in it with something wicked 'till their form ain't the same
And give my sperm a chance to explore facial traits
I even got mormon bitches taking the lord's name in vain
To put it simply, the way I slam it is savage
The type of shit you only see on Animal Planet
My doctor's telling me I have to relax, shit
What can I say, breaking backs is a habit

[Prodigal Bum]

I'm writing my next verse while mean mugging Cthulhu
And igniting the best herb, just me buggin' as usual
Think I don't get buck, bitch? I'll spray a cop car
While high on enough shit to kill an 80s rockstar
See you getting mad 'cause your style's blatantly moist
While I'm splitting atoms with just the bass in my voice
It's like the stupid never learn, all of you dorks huffing
The last time I flowed I left all of New York flooded

[J Keeper]

On a New York budget, yea I'm due for plummet,
Broke now, hold out till a new door summons,
7 in the A-M, still ain't slept,
Got my mind on my money that I still ain't get,
I filet stress, take a pill, but I still a-scend,
Yea I'm real, you can feel a breath,
Every time I'm on a track, I breathe,
Till I'm on the beat, exhale, like I taunt the breeze,
I get high, fly as the natural sky,
Like bye bye, I'm gone till the passionate rise,
I'm too spent, to do it myself,
I've been through it, and well, it takes more to change the mood in a cell,
Like shit, fuck a cell block, burn it till it melts off,
Write a little letter, stuff a bomb in a mail box...

[breathlesss]

Originally Posted by Prodigal Bum

Stupid shit:


Able to function on doses that would have you throwing up
'Cause I'm comfortable roasted, playing Battletoads for fun
Poking holes in cola cans, groping hoes, and throwing hands
Rolling dro and blowing grams, still got the dopest flow that's known to man

I can relate, and, that's some sickness man...

___

...
I've been through it, and well, it takes more to change the mood in a cell,
Like shit, fuck a cell block, burn it till it melts off,
Write a little letter, stuff a bomb in a mail box...

and it reads:
"why try to live forever? fuck it mom, I failed. God
couldn't divinely intervene in this, nothin's wrong, stay out of it
go ahead, trudge along, my trail stopped years ago
there's no sense in shovin' on, this final day'll drop miracles
napalmed through post offices that never trickled down
when they claimed it would rain like a house with no soffits in
place, now, all the water musta got stuck up in the gutters
with the rest of us motherfuckers, closed coffin the case"

Sincerely Yours
The son who couldn't face the sins searing scorched skin no more

P.S.
I done lived through hell and came back in pure devil form just to settle the score

P.S.S.
And now I feel better than ever before

[Jai Bangem]

The evolution of me.. I sit back and jst thnk/
How far Ive come, was nvr driven by machinez//
Jst the want to b great, the desire.. I believed/
Coasted me a long the shore linez Ive been deemed//
The greatz before, I.. invisioned a girl of their dreamz/
Which thought processed to the inevitability of me being conceived//
Ive been through the journey of someone, once lost but found/
Seen life through many eyes, but thine eyes soared through clouds//
I went from a no name to lame, from a lame to a giant/
To standing out like a sore thumb, most cabs see me as clients//
Been ridiculed for yrs, told I wasnt good enough/
Not knowing that today, I became something even greater, bcz I nvr gave up//

#REAL_SHIT

[breathlesss]

I spit it sick, I spit it raw, my speech is diseased meat
When I spit it makes you sick to your stomach like a kick in the
balls, you see chief, I've did it big, I've did it small
But whatever I did, I did it 'cause I didn't wanna
fall, off the ledge where the edge meets the air
If all's lost you bet'ch'er ass the best feats to dare
are the small ones where you might die in the end, be aware
of the fact that your lifeline connects these comparisons
But let's see if I care enough to put to rest each disparagin'
remark, the quest we've embarked upon is apparently
marvelous, where we started from was nothing, now look how
far we've come, it shocks me more than the credit cards I keep charging up

[Mafia Squad]