LETS KICK THIS OFF: *Freestyle Cypher Thread* (diss the man above you)

Look
Better check that gun play get you in some trouble
Son I met satan I'm his ****in stunt double
And I stunt so hard that I'm high up like the Hubble
Kid you are embarrassed
Spin you like the ferris
Brain damage syndrome ****in Lou Gehrig's
Lemme clear the air bish you are a fish
Fresh to my jail welcome to your hell
You got writer's block like you're locked in a cell
So let the rain pour bring on the hail
I brave the storm well tell your family farewell
Kidnap your children, Jonah and the Wale
But they ain't they comin' up though
I get paid to hit your girl so bad I bought a condo
Said she's over Reese
Drop that kid please
I'm sicker then nasty I am a disease
You never seen the hood kid except for on your jacket
And if I even find you better pray that you're strapped bish

look quick, i got a story to tell
about a little boy who lived in a well
he keeps tryna rap but we dont give a hell
he finally got out and got sent to a cell
because all of his raps were amiss
he cried every night but they didnt give a p!ss
because anything else was better than his rhyming
his punchlines were weak and so was his timing
quickill, you can stop crying now
and if you kill so quick why am i not dying now
this isnt even hard im not even trying now
and if you said you werent quick youd be lying now
quickill more like deep sleep
your rhymes put me to bed faster than a 6 sheep
This is easy, this is so easy
My lines are so killer, no way you can defeat me

C-Star's been here for ages but he rarely posts..
barely flows.. never has anything worth saying.. so there we go.
nah, on the real though.. it's mutual honor.
you're a nice guy and you're suitable fodder.
I don't usually say sorry, but.. sorry bruv.
you fit in as a victim and you dissed yourself to copy us.
you try to bite and writhe in slime as the scene's leeched
nah.. he seems to be sheep, he'll leave fleeced.
weak beast folding like it's origami.. 'C-rease'.
my moves are smoother than this 'G-rease'.

I've seen scenes which he couldn't even read about, couldn't even dream about,
he strikes to dislocate my jaw ..the serpent eats the hound.
I'll break it down to show you what Charles meant..
his scripts are not hot ..they 'Char-less'.
he can't beat me.
his bars aren't 'hard' ..they R-'eesee'.
true story..
his girl bought Quick "a condo". I'm fly, she buys me condors.
we three shot porn.. but we keep Reese serving bird on the top floor.
I'm 'shore'.. as between calm seas and a large beach, Charles Reese..
he shakes wood and catches nut to the face, call it 'palm tree'd.
he lacks heart; C.R, his middle name's 'Pitiful',
This 'beats' 'C.P.R' but his loss is forgiveable.

he once sat a music exam and got E minor.
he's afraid to watch Snakes on a Plain, like a weak bison.
against this liar even violence seems righteous;
it's straight, taking 'c.reases' out with a steam iron.
nah..
hardy har har, it's hardly hard to parr Charlie R's bars.
I dug up dirt without fin'ance.. like a gnarly aardvaark.
I've proven manouvres.. brutally ruthless,
his lady's a tramp and 'Sees Stars' coz she's roofless..
whilst he Sees Stars and marvels at the firmament..
and I C Stars for answers.. like Copernicus.
you C Stars as Mystereese.. my mind's like Stephen Hawking's,
you're just lazy and your vocals need supporting.
See, Reese needs a new persona. all I need are new opponents,
it's C Star's destruction and I'm brighter than a supernova.
please,
heed the schemes. Charles Reese'll see defeat.
change the name.. 'Charles Reesently Deceased'.

yo yo new guy here mixerup gonna mix up the house
i cant find a good battle with no skill fo real
there all chumps with there hump backs
they lack the skill the art
or the big @ss heart there not so smart
to tango with a nnigg@ like me i try to tell them they ain't ready
they will take me to hell they plan to sell for the devil
they can't touch im a hard @ss rebiel
whoaaaaaa sorry didn't mean to go that far in bringing the devil in
but your mama think its hotter than hell when i reviel your dead secret
but enough of the secrets i said i reframe into the rename in the thread
enough said can't see how bad your crying Mr. JB hey ***
sit down in the front row a new king is ready to appear
get back in the rear your not even near to my level
you rap as good a erckle hoes dont want you for a nickle
i feel sick listening to this crap you call rap so back aside and let me ride
PEACE

don't come 'back, to front' with your lyrics;
saying "Devil" like it's real and you've 'liveD' it.
no "heart" in flat-lines; check your spirit"level".
you're kidding "rebel"; getting burnt for acting bad; tipping kettles.
I'm holding so much soul I'm the devil's sponsor..
take it easy-"rider" ..you're not dennis hopper.
you're mad annoying, paranoic; this has no "secret-in".
you mixed it up again.. I 'see-cretin's:

hey mr B.J, who's that "mr J.B" dude?
more like mr J.C the way they'll pay me dues.
claimed he's "new".. it's plainly true,
he's got less 'soul' than babyshoes

you're not a proper rapper just a ranting rap critic.
juiced up with fruit punches; 'Mixer' lacks spirit.
you're spittin' too timid.. just a little whisper bruv;
isn't coz you're skilled if you're told to 'turn the Mixer-up'.
even he doesn't seem to know what he's saying now,
Mixer up? ..nah, just fade him out.
'shy like the windy city and you're chatting breeze.
I 'dropped to his "level" to settle this: assassin's creed.
son ducked death but this similie's bloodshed;
misrepresent your ends as silver creek runs red.

I won't make out this is for your own welfare..
like your fam wishin' you'd "mix up the house" and go elsewhere.
you "mixed up the house" and you walked into walls.
I know your plan better, displaying your 'flaws'.
he's calling me out and the mix up is blatent,
my words are stirring but his stuff is shaken.
you Mix'er up and it's verbally curdled, I'm perfectly certain.
I Mix'er up, bring the heat and personally serve 'em.
I'll break it down coz you've not got the "smarts"
but I'll show you the ropes though ..'s&m-arts'

his sister's ruff but I truly respect 'er
..Mixed'erup a smoothie for breakfast,
with yoghurt and melons. she stayed past noon,
so when you said "get back in the rear" ..deja-vu.

come back, what for? i knocked on your door, i was ignored like i was serving a warrant for child support. been there before, im forever poor, what ever thats worth. i cant buy what i cant afford but ill take what you think is yours with no remorse. return to my crimes origin. im rotten to the core son, they tried abortion but unstill i was born. cornered in, at a corridors end of the coroners wing. i explored within so of course i sin. fingers raw from clawin da floor messages in blood, "forgive me lord" torturess methods of removing organs from tourists, meth heads, and wh0res. whats one less homeless or more? one of each, a set of four. filling orders for sources in portland oregon. travel for those forced to outsource them. trees fall in forests but i cant report any noises or with what forces over voices from faces ive worn. waging war with those that ive torn making choices mistaking right and wrong. i stack corpses ive had intercourse with to save floor space in a rented storage. no shortage of rotting skulls or disembowelled torsos. a morgues obstacle course . SaBU i implore you u, try again. are u addressing the entire land of ireland. more micks in your mix than i can stand. sound it out and write in then.try a pen before u type my friend. trade tiles in or i might win. triple word points got my score high again. I used to ride with the devil til I tempted him with sin, bought his soul with a MACKish grin.. now hes my bottom and i'm his pimp...

Black diamonds never fools gold
I out lyric you on my iPhone
Stupid comedian jokes're get'n old
Good die young, ***** you're getting old
No effort required call that mindless
And if your girls in my zone I swear that's my *****
I'll wrap her in cables but never mind this
You're only rappin fables my flow is timeless
No love for the masses all my raps are classics
You're like an insect my **** is so Jurassic
Puny lil insect call you F Kafka
A reference you don't get, prolly high school dropout
Dont let em sell you fear when you can rise above
Still stomp you anyway, hater just because
You try to get me back they show you no love
Heard your girl got that ninja better use a glove
You caught that **** didncha now imma see some blood
It's like a seesaw my days go up and down
But when you're long forgotten ***** I bet I'm still around

Oh, "you're so great"
Oh wait,
just another cliche,
another one comes my way
Little pyrite baby
shinny, like Cubic zircone-ah

yeah that's right, fake ***
Half-assed rap
Don’t make no sense
It ain’t no classic
So will you last?
Like a roach bet your ***
till the end of the world
your life endured
but produced nothing
except the great sucking
I guess you call it rhyming
Don’t Kid yourself, you lying
It hurts my ears, they’re crying
Just like your mom, who’s sobbing
Wondering when you’ll stop talking
Too bad it's too late for the abortion
She always was wanting

Slow down new York.. I've never seen her before but I bet this pigs pu$$yain't pork.. you've had one vistor, it was me times I did visit? 3.. but you've like one post.. mine? You've got one post... crime! This is my 8itch y'all, fine! Les see how down u are to play, you down to play, vu.vay?

Originally Posted by ROBBMACK

Slow down new York.. I've never seen her before but I bet this pigs pu**y ain't pork.. you've had one vistor, it was me times I did visit? 3.. but you've like one post.. mine? You've got one post... crime! This is my b**** y'all, fine! Les see how down u are to play, you down to play, vu.vay?

perceive all you 'are owed to-be max' respect, but..
I mean 'R O two-B MACK's respect.. none.
he's only known to 'b boR'ing, coz 'Robb's backward.
his lines stolen from rough 'cees like he Robbs Mackerel.
they smell dead fishy when they're further ex'salmoned.
'get himself caught' before the count of 'ten'; net backwards.
I'm tipping the 'scales' quicker than dock hands.. robb mack,
he's a square boasting blue views, like a yacht hatch.

You gotta be down
In this town,
Cuz’ life in the city
Moves pretty quick-ly
It’s like a knife some times
So deadly,
Gotta move swiftly
That’s why I never go slow
Got ta keep movin’ as I go
So I am livin’ everything
Your mind keeps imaginin'

I’m Livin’ in the skyline of dreams
You chasin’ each night while you sleep
Eyes shut so tight
Can’t bear the sight of your own life
Don’t ever want to stop
Dreamin’ of that one I got.

lemme ask you something/ your name rhyme with booby or mauve/
either way you get ether when i treat you like hov/
If you from new york you on the nice side/ cause if i ride/ you hide/ or get smoked like new port and cow hide/
resort to clever rhyming/ flow switch up got a new timing/
if time is ticking i'm clicking like hublot/ you digital like fingers and toes/
grab your neck and seperate it from your chest/ you dont want this touch/
13 year old breast/
f****n wit popp$ have you lose your rocks/ forsenics re-up your marbles when i clean up your blocks/
so wassup?/ don't front/ if life got a wheel I'll school you/ like guru in subaru

Seems to me your uneducated. You're weak; should've hesitated.
Please take your previous piece and elevate it..
You'll never appease the replicated when dreams are not dedicated..
Change your scheme, we people can all tell you fake it

lil punks is where you can be found among/ lemme help you out/
pull the sand paper out your face/ just in case you wanna remain in place as smoothtung/
buddy boy has no clout/ your existence is the reason future fathers pull out/
boom/ its best that you assume it it ain't safe to move to my state/ cause if I'm fake/ I'll surrond my dome with duct tape/
paste your face in place/ an imitate/
my mind fast while your brain tar heel/ polish up my chef knife/
carbon steal/ send your body to my murder mommy in miami/
sprinkle sugar on your sweet meats/ candy

You don't get it, s**t, and my hopes are limited..
I took my time checking what you wrote in hopes your growth would be imminent.
I thought that my flow would be a stimulant..
And that you'd know to probe your own until you hone whats Intimately intricate.
I was thinking big..
And thinking big is innocent.
But I'm guilty as hell for thinking this was just a dissonance.
You aren't legitement.

Is it 'slant rhymes' or pantomime corpse? you don't speak volumes.
Your lifeless light type fights to find door's breaching costume.

Your lost, and when it poors it means monsoons..
..Patch gaps burnt in blankets.

Your classic act has me asking has Chaplain been impersonated?

Legitimate or illegitimate/ i still spit and hit you wheres its intimate/
to bad when your sad i'll never pity it/ disrespceted like no father, i brought myself farther/
maybes its cause my heart beats harder/ or cause my brain stay smarter/
/theres no way your stronger/ to bet those high above/ so don't bother/
you could never judge me/ or even touch me/ so bounce back/ like an intercepted pass/
before i bring the whip down on yo monkey a**/ you could never cause fear in me/
realize you'll regret interrupting me/
if j have to trounce your whole city/ the devil would get jiggy/
leave buildings smoking like hippy nostrol/ bodies douced in castrol/
seperate whats right from wrong/ before you find 9 nails in your palm.

That won't do it.. - ..Rap's more fluid..
If you can attack the fact with yours act or prove it..

I don't talk my life up.. doesn't mean I can't write dawg..
I put time in lines til they light up the night fog.

It's sad,
when he talks himself his "heart" 'on' "beats harder".
I said,
when he talks himself his hard-on 'beats' harder

His form is crudest.. Invests in, though all his stuff is wack.
Loses the Interception; 'no balls'; muffed the catch.

I generate dope quickly like doped up guerrilla growers.
I'm on minute eight, so what still showed up this poser.

Rhythm and poetry/ let me give you imagery on what rap needs to be/
Unlike your lil wayne fantasy theres more to art then your lil mind cares to see/ if I talk my life up its only cause i still dream up/
so if your "guerilla growing" is dope/ I'll stay wack if your hip hops guide to hope/
If "my forms the crudest"/ i'll left, right turn your eyes to tulips and remain the vocal rudest/
so dont step to me/ saying your the smoothest/ go peep the hair on your chest/ probably is the smoothest.


"I generate dope quickly like doped up guerrilla growers." (dawg), that doesn't even make sense...

Originally Posted by Jimi Popp$

Rhythm and poetry/ let me give you imagery on what rap needs to be/
Unlike your lil wayne fantasy theres more to art then your lil mind cares to see/ if I talk my life up its only cause i still dream up/
so if your "guerilla growing" is dope/ I'll stay wack if your hip hops guide to hope/
If "my forms the crudest"/ i'll left, right turn your eyes to tulips and remain the vocal rudest/
so dont step to me/ saying your the smoothest/ go peep the hair on your chest/ probably is the smoothest.


"I generate dope quickly like doped up guerrilla growers." (dawg), that doesn't even make sense...

How does that not make sense.. Do you know what a guerilla grow operation is? Writing on here (or at least keeping up on here) requires more than a basic knowledge of the outside world, and actually quite abit of research.