off the top freestyle over some Tyga Beat I think

“some dumb freestyle”

when I hear the beat
my mind cross
like a jesus peice
then iit uncross like sharon stone
in basic instinct
if I keep going beats goin be extinct
I got more bars than precinct 
I wither poon
fuck what reese think
me and words
midas riches
casanova bitches
long story short
im vicious
meticulous
terriffic
exquiste
damn I’m my own worst critic
I live it im livid
you thought it I did it
see in the dark 
im riddick
but I thrive in the light
on point like the edge of knife
I’m fly 
like aladdin over agraba
see more than black and white
this aint common law
that show you prolly never saw
im colder than slaw
eyes open
like I done spotted up
son just pass me the ball
im so raw
uncooked
salmenela
get dumb
dumber than hellen keller
or a vampire when he spot bella
you good im gooder
you sug
im sugar
still miss that sticky green
we called em boogers

off the top freestyle over “Its been a long time” by Rakim

“immortal”

lyrically I got an abundance of gifts
looking for the next few words
that lift ink form the script
a literary rift
the end of my pen
creat ash like the end of spliffs
mentally I teeter totter
like my back to a cliff
the great abyss
its easy to miss
getting grilled
like rack of ribs
speaking with snakes
like that harry potter kid
or voldemort
I’m a funny sort
as a kid
I kicked rhymes during book reports
but I let my light shine on the open court
upon hollowed ground
the feet made the sounds
and with that ball in hand
aint nothing found
the universe empty
don’t tempt me
in my twentys
but I lived for centuries
thanks to books and critical thought
but im still a man apart like that island in lost
to be a boss 
you gotta pay the cost
take chances but not really
like a hail mary to moss
or rachel to ross
contrast speaks
the prayer beads
next to the bricks see
the preist buzzin
and all the nuns is tipsy
thats how “god” speaks
everything turvy and topsy
but I get see the points
like polkadots b
I just connect em
and expect them
when its cooking
it dont matter whats on the menu
paa paa
press start to continue

off the top freestyle over “The Saga Begins” by Rakim

“1st lesson”

mind bright
light never diminish
always ball hard game practice
or scrimmage
when I say ball
I mean improvisation
orignality the banality
of finalty
not spending chips guap cheddar or cheese
as long as I breathe
I do as I please
I had to close my eyes
when learning how to read
had to hold my breath
to learn how to scream
seen the boys measuring cream
scale and a beam
trying turn all them nightmares to dreams
never woke up look
paa paa
steel sweeping
look at em night night
still sleeping
nights is cold
thats when the fear creep in
not me 
heart made out of stone
not me
when I’m up in rome
I do as romans do
the microphone is reflecting
the evanescence of my mortal essence
its like karma sutra
the way my mind strectchin
this is the first lesson

off the top freestyle over “Same Shit” by Wacka Flocka 

“blast off”

dro has my eyes low
like miss saigon
still see the picture though
got my glasses on
I blast off
then I blast on
every beat im on
hear the base 
im gone
to a different planet
seeing ghosts
like that nigga hamlet
I got a sixth sense
but whos counting
I move mountains
told the fam 
throw coins in fountains
wish me well
life’s a bitch
and she kiss tell
married to the game
no honeymoon
shells grew legs
and started running to em
shouldnt of talked shit
the hood auschwitz
aw shit
this never never land
all this green
peter pan
lost boys 
we is never grown
war on drugs
daddy never home
you can keep throne
you thinking blocks
im thinking nations galaxies
fuck these formalities
every beat
I cut and bleed
you just spit and leave
I’m a fucking beast
behemoth
your a zero
arenas
you can’t deny my genius
you on mars
im on venus
I always kill beats
I aint fucking squemish

Freestyle over Big Puns”Twinz”

“Sumo” 

its cbm
thoughts big like a sumo
still colder than articuno
and whoever you know
I aint never gassed
told em I write poetry
they start to laugh
ohh I needed that
like the looks on they faces when I read it back
they will be reachin they hand 
like where the seat is at 
you couldnt decipher my raps 
there aint no app for that
see what I see
feel what I feel
it dont matter take the red or the blue pill
there aint no substitution 
for all the retribution
fuck the judge and the jury
bring that execution
words is weapons
peep the pages of my notebook
thats a whole lotta butt whoop
whoooop there it is
its boom shakalaka when I handle my biz
take engine number 9 to see where I live
them girls is poison word to bel bev dev
I’m a star like im friends with a sponge and a squid
what neiche say? we aint an end we a bridge
so we walk on each others backs
so a nigga can live
life a test
aint no bell saving you from this quiz
sorry zack

off the top free style over De La Soul’s “stakes is high”

“Three Fifths”

2 40’s and a Boombox

~C.B.M

Updated version of

“Be@ch”

over Nas’s “Nas is like”

“I am not a Rapper…I’m a Poet”

~C.B.M

Off the top freestyle over J. Cole’s “Work out”

“Reddit of Rap”

“2 40’s and a Boombox”

~C.B.M

Free style off the top over Biggies “I got a story to tell”

“Another Conversation”

~C.B.M

cbm-poetryinmotion:

The first single (non-studio audio draft) from my second Mixtape dropping at the end of this summer

“Godzilla vs. King Kong”:

“Looney tunes”

~C.B.M