KaW Freestyle Cypher 2K17ish

Spirituality uplifted
Perhaps verbally gifted
I sit back & listen...
and then I paint pictures.
I say enough to get ya
then reality gets twisted,
and then it justs hits ya
like gravity from scripture.
Maybe it's all true?
Does he operate in deception?
Cuz if it's a "battle" of wits
Im just parading my "weapon"!
Never came in half-cøcked,
overzealous, or even cøcky.
Sometimes it seems arrogant,
but I'm just sharin this hobby.
An artist works with colors
so I'm just "dimming" the lights.
Bright enough to get hype
like the beginnings of fights!
But this is the end now...
And this is where I'll leave you.
A prelude to fairy tales,
deuces, I'll see you when I see you.

Edit: Devs :roll:
 
Love never was something I believed in
"You'll meet the right one"
I been patiently waiting
Constantly debating
Always ignoring what my heart is saying
All these girls just use me and pick me apart
I know that you're different
We both know there was a spark
My whole life I been shrouded in dark
Then I met you and everything got bright
That's why I'm asking will you be my light
Won't you please be my guide up on this plight
You're beautiful with a great personality
I just wonder if you notice me

Nothing much just a little something I was playing with
 
Back to the cypher
Shot from the sniper
Bleeding out from these battles
I guess I should skidaddle

These kids think they good
They are like food
You chew them out
And they pout

This might be my first ryhme
But I'm not going back to the slime
So I should just rhyme
Not back to the slime
 
Oh, back to rapping out these rappers
I'll Throw you out like a wrapper
Only Eminem is the true rap god
Definitely not you, you pod

Your a know it all
But you don't know it all
Your a wannabe king
When I could put you in a sling
And make you fling
You don't have a lotta bling

I seen you the other day in the clan
When I was making a plan
To land me the winner of all rap battles
To show you all that you should skiddadle

Oh you got something to say KotFe
Let me get my coffee
Go on little boys and girls
Now do a twirl

There you go
Remember your clan is a big No
Now watch my rhythm flow

I am the true reaper
You better not be a streaker
I'll come for all the creepers
There will be a lot weepers


(Thanks For reading! And a huge sorry to KotFe for calling them out! I had to think of a clan to use and decided to use a big clan, I mean I gotta dish someone right? )
 
Kaw sleeping on the game
Y u noobs aint even flowin?
I guess history repeats
if you cant see where you're goin'.
 
The whole world is distraught
Seems to me like art is lost
I'm tripping over the cost
All these lives gone
Innocents taken by a bomb
It makes everything seem wrong
 
Y'all thinking that you're rappers?
All I see is a bunch of clappers
Tryna write dope lines like a bunch of hackers
But none of y'all could've equated the factor
Of me encompassing it all like the equator but fatter

I don't even understand how you can call yourselves lyricists
All I see when I read your lines is a bunch of gibberish spouted by kindy kids

Now you see how it goes down?
Just came to bury some clowns
Now back to my house made of bricks
Now shoo you little pricks
Back to your house mad of cotton
Try to escape this web that you're caught in

(First time trying to think of raps, how'd I do?)
 
Shots fired Yoloking aiming recklessly Respect a G, My gun clap at you unexpectedly,
I lay back and drink alcohol excessively,
It ain't a player in this game that can flex on me, y'all not testing me,
I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry,
A 40 oz of dutch master is the recipe,
Thats my lick right there, that'll be the death of me,
Give me a death mask, better yet an effergy,
I understand the math of death and it's complexity,
I understand how y'all was violently murked,
I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church,
But I understand I recognize that I am cursed, to be the Kaw freestyle king that'll end lives with a verse.
 
Alright let's get it clear
I'm bout to get lyrical here
But not about to boast so no fear
Lets get political in your ear

First off on this topic let us undress
The cause of all of this civil unrest
Why in the ghetto people strappin on a gun vest
Why people screaming that cops aren't the best

Ok, that might be an understatement
"why they out there spilling blood on pavement?"
"why they out there promoting racist behaviour?"
Well they ain't, they're actually being city savers

Don't believe my lyrics?
Have a peek at the statistics
They'll show you the main people gunned down
Are blacks shot by other browns
The little ones go home and find they brother rounds
They think of the bully at school and bike down to his mumma house
Put they finger on the trigger
Couple rounds they deliver
Mumma stand in the kitchen and shiver
While her little boys heart wither
Now don't get me wrong I ain't tryna be racist
Just tryna say the perpetrators are the ones hiding they faces
Behind the red or the blue
You either dead or you shoot
In they minds to get to the top
You gotta be comfortable wielding a glock
And be used to hearing the pop

Enough of that though
This a wrap up to the rap show
That's all I can create, I'm done with that flow
So tell me how did that go?

(legitimately though, any criticism is welcome, I'm trying to learn how to flow better)
 
Not bad at all man. Just work on matching those syllables up between bars, and bring in complex lyrics. I love the storytelling! Keep at it.
 
Yolo killin on the track
Its like he eats & breathes rap!
He can be the freestyle king.
I got no problem with that!

I aint even gon attack,
Just let him know I got his back.
If he gets jammed up,
Stat come running with the gat!

Its unbecoming, but a fact.
I mean, this kid got talent.
Went from zero to a hundred
And presented a challenge!

I remember everything
& I remember the old days.
From January to December,
heat flashes & cold waves!

Used to get up under my skin
And only in the worst ways!
Really hated this clown...
til he got an ounce on my birthday!

Then we smoked up
And turned the heat on the veterans
Outrapped everyone.
Everybody was better then!

Its funny how times change
But dope rhymes stay the same!
Went from coke lines & fame,
to sober, cuz Im older in the game.

Still got a motor in my brain!
Still a soldier feelin pain.
Still a will for bringing heat,
cuz its colder on the plains.

And we too old for cold
Let this heater keep you warm
Thats to all competitors
& adversaries without form!

Plenty snakes in the grass
Always gotta be alert!
Cuz these streets will eat you up
Leave you sleepin in the dirt.
And I aint even going
Killing me? Nah, no sir!
Cuz unless u got a scope
Then u gotta get closer.
And thats where I catch ya
Thats where u made mistakes.
U wanted beef, now eat the beef
And better finish the plate!
 
Yo ,dont mess with me cuz i am a e-thug gangster, dont even question me cuz i'll quickly shank ya. i am the baddest on the w.w.w globe, trouble me & i'll ramshackle ya and leave you with no home. E-thug violence is the name of my game , rising above all of you and basking in my notorious fame.
 
Just a quick something I've been writing on the side, not all that good but something to put up at least, also not completely finished yet
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Go to sleep a tradie apprentice
Wake up on a boat in Venice
Next to your girl of sixteen years
In this country you've got no fears
Look down at her fingers
She's got a brand new ring, her
Blue-eyed gaze seems transfixed
On the grey of the canal bricks
There your daughter dances
Your own eyes they're now entranced as
She twirls in her crimson dress
Performs a stretch like an arabesque
You feel the tension and the stress
The retention of mindlessness
Constant feeling of being depressed
Just leave like a bird out the bird nest
I don't mean to get lovey-dovey
But the way you grab your hunny bunny
 
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