freestyle cypher

[The Gonz]

Yer lame when you drop, aim for the brain with a shot/
I'll leave my mark in the earth like plows chained to an ox/
Wish the cravings would stop, yo I'm sick of the hunger/
Witnessed my flash so cats sit and listen for thunder/

[- Mutual -]

listen for thunder christened in a prison of wonder
a prism to plunder who isnt a number written with chunders
of lyrical hunger like a mission worth missin
sittin spittin in a corner hitten the wall wishin

[Def-init]

Flashbacks you reminisce,
switched positions around the axis.
Left breathless, limbs as treasures plundered.
No silence the whole house thundered.
No soul to sympathize, No cries to expire.
Only loneliness left, longing in the mire.

[SacredVerse]

Sacred scriptures split my mind, make me Rhyme
So I take the time to write, revise, and hit Rewind
Spit it! Aight it's fine, I got the time to spit some Lines
Style's divine, its a signature Sign of Mine
To spit "frigid freeze" so dope they'll clip ya Knees
SV flip and squeeze and light ya ass up like Christmas Trees
Got these fakes dissin me, hopin to catch me Slippin
But they punches aint hittin like they boxing in Mittens
Cats is hittin the rock they way I got em stoppin and SKippin
Poppin and clippin? Nope, I maim with a thoughtful Incision
My flows so hot it steams, thats why my rhymes is cloudin they Vision!

[-MenaCe-]

Poundin when in it within a matter of minutes..
splatter the witness no more chatter of snitches..
little voices of the weakin souls ready to speak it bold..
With good reason tho..i murdered there whole family last weekend yo!!..

[P.T.R-ins]

dont have time to listen gang-banging story's/
drunk from cheep wine!just smiling!NO WORRIES/ shits that i do i will bring me no glory/
cuz when i grab the MIC people screams *BORING*/
like do i gives a fuck?!
JUST KEEP ON ROLLING/
passed out at night and wake up in morning/

[complexity]

yo, remember back in the day, use to chill with some fly cats
time flying by..like it was hijacked
dangerous MC's we'd all spit, hoping to get noticed
came up on the street, we were roadstrips
verbal explosives, aiming torpedos,blasting the people
in battles, we were a faction of lethal
cats, like the axis of evil, I'd like to come back for a sequel
the good days don't last, just ask, pun and big
ask pac and L, take another swig

if you think about it, we were all fucked coming up
we didn't +succeed like nas+ under Puff
at a young age, its like we want to much
some would argue that we didn't stunt enough
our past is a controversial story, maybe we should just close it shut
some say to win the battle of life, its best just showing up
we stand on each others shoulders, just trying to hold the helpless up
knowing that any day, we could go just self destruct

we know that health is luck, wealths a slut, so are the things we chase
a gamble with a bitch, the ring of fate, too much bling too take
we cling to materialistic positions, we don't innovate
i remember when MC's use to stimulate minds
we'd imitate rhymes from our favorite rappers, hoping to finish their lines
now, its all gimmicks and shine, what happen to instant rewind
it was a different time, ever since the 90's its been a consistent decline
I'm hitting a rhythm, rappers we don't trust him em now, they are nixon politicans
hungry vixons, funny Christians, out to get money, they are monkeys for the dollar bill
they made all the money, and lost all the skill

[precise]

they call me precise.. u can find me taking three lives on weeknights, in my free time
daily, with clean knives, targeting sleeze wives, listenin to em scream "PLEASE CISE"

i dont choose what i say..

serious, soon as my lyrics come out the spirits get loud
sayin "not the best yet? then leave ya peers in a mound"
got freestyle cats fearin the sound of me nearin' the grounds
shearin' the proud, till there women shed a tear in a shroud

fuck topics n meaning behind bars, lets battle n take the meeting behind parks
meanwhile im scheming ta find carts, so ull be leaving in 9 parts

[The Gonz]

this is demon designed art, bleachin the lines dark/
im back, but dont get it twisted like peeps with their spines arched/
i reach and align stars, i seek to define smart/
cats leech to my rhymes, i'm in need of a pry bar/
my piece of the pie chart is the reason you grind hard/
any cat breachin my lines leaves with their mind scarred/

[Arvincible]

readin up on this all i see is cats killin the spirit
of this rap shit yall aint spittin flames nor illest of lyrics
spillin the clearest you fuckas cant see me..but you feel it n hear it
check it out, you could rock a skill or be near it,
but you can never take the greatness thats still mah appearance
free style with cerebral tactics, we will never equal static,
nor statistics im ballistic mah eagle blast pricks the verse is evil magic
im wreakin havoc to have you feeble faggots left to bleed from damage
i speak with passion.. conviction in my words im on the next level shit
several severed kids i splinter n twist ya emotion with verbal ambivalence...

[Haz]

i'm Quick 2 Snap & Take Off Like a Dames Braw ..
you Lame's Kaaw...Bird Ass Niggah Get Chu a Brain Pa
Settle! Your Made Like Metal Reason U Cnt Go Against a
Chain Saw.. Lame..Aww, yooou About To Cry? Cause Ya Lil
Legacy's Aboout To Die? Niggahz Doubt U Tried?? Robin
Williams Out His Acting Skin in a House Of Eyes! My ..
i Still See U Under Fire, My Bar's To Complex So i'm
Weavin Thru U Liar's,My Momentum Keep's Fam Heated Like
Semen In The Dryer... Aww you On The Fakist Shit.. Awww
Sumone'll Probably Take His Bitch..Awww Funny Niggah On
A Spaceship Tip,Mad At Plex Cause He Couldn't Create Rankingz N "Make The List" ..

[STiLLBORN]

here go a cypher
real like someone in rikers
pullin a lifer
might knife a bitch
and slice a trick
break the mic and shit
on vicodin
enlightenin the mind of a mike meyers flick
im higher than
the top floor of the ryans inn
in the lions din
im eye'n them
i am the fire that light the attire ya fightin in
annihilate em
why i hate em?
cuz i toss up the roster and violate em
but this just off the top
skimmed like the payroll of a crooked cop
hooker, stop-
this barely makes since as its flowin
i rarely care where im at or where im goin
just zonin, im high off the good shit
sector hood shit
with a little mix of peckerwood shit
section 8 up in this bitch
ryda ave the claim
let a hater in this bitch and im exposin brains
explodin lames
all over the road, insane
its on, no shame
this song, no game
i could go on forever, but im already donned the kang.
lame.

[precise]

im fightin monthly, look at the crew like "this might get ugly"
i might be funny, but the right hook would make tyson stumbly
makin hits, like im bugsy.. brutality is beautiful, n a good strike is lovely
my goal is to devide the board, like dudes lines above me

[Gutta]

Break yourself quick, imma bout ta make it tragic, if you a nigga wit the static, Imma take you out fast bitch
I aint the type to fuck with, You aint like me,
or the niggas I growed up with, Imma make ya bluff sick
a Spic nigga on the trigga im like Spice
Quick to jump ya figgas cuz here nigga I aint nice
I be livin trife and you niggas livin lavished
Thats why Im a motherfuckin pistol addict

[The Gonz]

wish i could forget those habits, I'm not a fan of the guns/
cuz once the damage is done, you may have vanished a son/
a father or brother, ended what they planned to become/
and when its witnessed first hand, you'll understand that its dumb/
but you demanded a sum, somethin they died to protect/
you deprived their success cuz yer too lazy to slave a 9 to 5 for a check/