yesterday’s freestyle

“professor X”

on cloud 9 10 and 11
missunderstood
I am a peon
a peasant
black man
even if im rich
I’m still broke
thats why I stay focused 
like a microscope
if I wasnt 
there would be suicide notes
and swinging ropes
in class taking notes
writing over and over
nope I am my only hope
standing on boxes of soapses
smoking roaches
mic in hand
trying to break the hypnosis
of television
how is someone else gonna tell you
how you living? 
in a mental prison
trying to break out michael scolfield
iq higher than the bat mobile horse power
I’ll stomp a nigga before ill stomp a flower
show me a mic I’ll show you what I devour
all eyes on me 
I’m in an aquarium
nightmares I wind up in a sanatorium
or a mortuarium
aint no daring him
aint no scaring him
I’m all in 
gunning for first place like i’m a blue shell
white wings on me
but I’mma give em hell
its like 4th grade
this is my show and tell
so yall better go tell
that cbm 
aint no body seeing him
and he stay talking like he on the CNN

polymath like davincis
deep like trenches
or 9 inches
when I start rapping
buckle up 
I cant stop
mind always open
like an ihop
when that beat come on
I hop hip
then spit can’t no one tell me shit
man I gave this shit rib
man I need this shit live
i can’t tell if I’m the sane or the crazy one
all these questions give me the urge to go and blaze me one
go out in a blaze of glory
same old story
this boy met world
but I aint cory 
im all good 
fine like monet paintings
love a beat that drop hot
like some shell casings
turned my back to the world
but im still facing
the man in the mirror
and I see him clearer
than an oracle
my mind hard to find
like its portugal
and I sidestep bullshit like I’m fighting bulls
all about my team 
like raz alghoul
the world pushed I pulled
nigga I’m how cool
I got power like
I’m from the xmen school
change the world with my mind
like professor X
yall got now
I got next

Freestyle ove “the blast” by Hi-Tek

42nd & Killian

a sole 42nd street soul
where the curbs grow fangs and devour you whole
life flat line flatter than the brim of a fitted hat
that fear go
but its coming back
theres a price tag on freedom
you couldn’t buy that motha fucka with 100 stacks
this beat is a soljourn to where my mind is at
gave the pall bearer the urn
but he brought it back
the whip rolls likes thunder
pussy in there
call me lionel
black pantro
aint nothing what it seem like I’m hansel
but there aint no candy
well its sweet like candy
but it take a pipe
you’ll need a light
the darkest fiends come when you shinning bright
that syringe needle puncture like a cobra bite
kinda like my lyrics when I check mic
check like chucky finister checks his closet
because there might be some ahh real monsters
ickus and fungus don’t call him puzzdroole
used to rap to the song when I skipped school
skipped being cool
because I am chosen
I am the absence of heat
I am frozen
in a black mans body
viliafied for being civilized
they cant even look a brother in his fuckin eyes
I climb while cry
this just my 2 cents, I need change you feel me? 

Freestyle over “Ghetto Symphony” by A$ap Rocky 

she said I’m going to hard
Ma I hardly started
get meidevel on her ass
my richard lion hearted
signed yours truly
leave pussy dearly departed
there was a line after that but my brain farted
eyes closed with my head phones on
I see long I see strong
vision sharp
connect the dots
my perception
is what your perceptions not
you a second notch
I’m the entire clock
my rhymes freeze time
I’m just pressing pause
you just pressing broads
and spending ends
when does it end
you dont know who your friends be
who to pretend to be
you your own worst enemy
don’t go facebook friending me
man fuck facebook
and tell twitter eat a dick
naw two dicks
like a pack of twix
you call em bricks
I call em building blocks
that drought come when the building stop
its like trying to squeeze water from a fucking rock
thats when the goons come
same old summer
2013 blade runner
this all a bunch of games and broken fairy tales
happily ever after 
my ass
bunch of bowlegged snakes in some high grass
foolish nigga 
go ahead with high ass

life a reflection
shit is symetrical 
that man in the mirror
ball like a testicle
my shits sophisticated
beats get a evicirated
its easy just hand me a mic
when my thoughts emancipated
proclamated on how I’m going to change the game
won’t stop until the dictionary knows name
or the thesauras too
I’m like a thesauras dude
well I’m a monster
so I’m a thesaurasauras dude
cooler than momma bears porridge dude
hear the beat my mind get quiet
like an interlude then I spit
like I just ate some prison food
I know who I be nigga so who are you
it sound like lies
when we speak the truth
our development arrested man
we some bluths I might be michael
but yall some busters dude
I’m far out
like a homer hit by bonds or ruth

off the top freestyle over “Love Sosa” by Chief Keef

“fuck hip-hop”

you get it but I got it nigga
my vision microscopinc nigga
I get high then I get low
feeling like a big guy
with that fee fii foo foo
it say bang bang
like a giant go
sike naw
I don’t need no gun
I got something quicker than bullets
I got mind
and with it I stand tall 
like street sign
hip hop
is like be kind
rewind 
its likes
this script
these lines
yall money 
make yall soft like tea time
the only time yall put holes in one
is tee time
so shut the fuck up
nut the fuck up
and be a role model
gangsta rap 
is the old model
quit talking bout
how you roll models
and push throttle
while you waking up in buggattis
you gave that money right back
man you lose probably
the same out come
suck in the middle like malcom
then have the nerve to ask how come
uhh uhhh how come uhh uhhh why come
man shut the fuck up

off the top freestyle over “Exhibit C” by Jay Electronia

“blackjack”

its hella bright
I’m lost in that lime light
stay wearing different masks
like I’m crimefight 
born in the burbs
but raised in the avenues
when you born with a silver spoon
you aint got shit lose
we all got different feet
but the same shoes
walkin on a different street
with the same crew
we all singing the same song
the blues
the pain don’t refrain
unless you got shit to soothe
2 40s and a boombox
take a sip and cruise
this aint bullshit
its past that
21 and black
he get bust like this black jack
bustin 4 4s or 11s like he roll craps
you know that you can bet the bank that he sold that 
bold black till they found the block he roll at
big bads with badges and the toe tagses 
nevery let clean brother hold status
thats why high already
trying to change stratus 
strato straight felatio
clouds eyes behold
like hoes
thats how it relates to those
its like a blood letting 
when I’m writing prose
I tighten mode
then I spide code
in my cypher
you must decipher
like heiroglphics
but less specific
boo you hate my shit?
everyones a critic
you hate it I did it.
you watch it I live it

redid an old freestyle

space ghost 2

Frestyle over “Swimming Pools” by Kendrick Lamar

“1984”

holding on to life 
like lumburgh holds on to that coffee mug
I’m about to do his beat like they did copier
my thoughts organized 
like crime by the mafia
my flow is going down
down like an aqueduct
I’m deep
bottomless like donald duck
but still higher than launch pad
I’m mad
like uncle scrooge
when you owe him bucks
doing that zombie walk
I think I need a crutch
I kinda light weight
I don’t drink that much
black man in america
I don’t want to push my luck
lost in a book
lost in another world
its like a former life
it’s like these words my girl
and my nose all up in her clam
like shes hiding pearls
when I’m rapping I surprise myself
thoughts colorful like rocko’s shirt on modern life
I got the same glasses as that turtle that don’t be acting right
drinking a 40 on the bench 
watching sheeple sheep
looked down and seen the white wool
its so hard to breath
I tried to leave
that’s when that sheppard come
that’s when the handcuffs come
1984 was 2001

off the top freestyle over “Dreams and Nightmares” by Meek Mill

“elm street”

leaping  not looking
fuck death and the parachute
bullets sing
2 gun salute
1 2 skadoo
hit the haters
with the okie doke
day turn the night
the hood turn to kosovo
den of theives
better bring your dagger and 
don;t forget your cloak
they say the more paper
the more rude you get
shit I’m bout to be carter puterschmidt
I break earth
I break words
used to break buds
now im trying to change the game
like a power glove
entered all the codes pressed all the buttons
and its not enough
heart blacker than a million marchin men
I was a martian
blunts stayed rolled up like parchment
watching martin
lost like kids on cartons
fighting the demons with every penstroke
I wasn’t always poor 
but I been broke
but pride hard to swallow
like I got a sore throat
I won’t lie
and I won’t gloat
my pen the sword
and I came to conquer
wont stop till all I be is green
like blanka 

all I see is death
clouds falling
birds dropping out the sky
then I look in the mirror
and see I aint got no eyes
death is life and life’s a lie
chains change to chains
and freedom dies
all I smell is burning
all I hear the sounds of my mother’s cries
a white hand flip a switch
and all my brothers die
I want to stand and fight
but I can even try
and helpless there I lie

off the top freestyle over “Guerilla Monsoon” by Twalib Kweli

this beat is hopping out the trees
like 1970 vietnemese
in army fatigues
lyrically I’l make these niggas bleed what I bleed
lyrically I’ll make these niggas see what I see
I be what I believe a real man should be
honing my craft I am word smith
I drop ish like bird shit
I spit 
I need bibs
to many bars
like cribs
I aint a baby though
been a man since 12
and I remain grown
this beat the moon
I’m just getting my howl on
had my nose to the grindstone for how long
if this was dbz
this just my first form
about my cheddar
like im a first born
in my mind
clear skies is the worst storm
every beat get ripped torn
beats i murder 
like children of the corn
or enemies sworn
niggas pull shots for money
like the end of a porn
but my mind higher
I am an outlier
but ill still call niggas out
like umpire
im vampire man I love the night
every single one I give the mic a bite
but it’s aight

Off the top freestyle 

“empire”

when I hear the beat
my mind stretch mr fantastic dhalasim
fucked my leg
so I walk with little lean
I got a big head
so you know I got bigger dreams
trying to build an empire
like the byzantine
act right
you get it for half price
this is the fast life
aint no switching lanes
but it’s kind of pretty 
when they crash right?
the love to watch us die right?
aint no one catching in that rye right?
thats like why fly right
I dream of genies
while dick a blonde dyke
I love lucy
no matter if she act right
people
first they love you 
then they back bite
thundercat
just get my ho on
I know half the battle
just getting my gijoe on
getting my flow on
with my robe on
im so strong
money short
but my mind long
and my words make braincells
shake like some pom poms
that shit some magic
like duan juan
I was an ugly duckling
this is my swan song
nose in my note book
breaking words at dawn
knowing all along
this poetry shall remain 
when I’m dead and gone
they think I’m quiet
but im just moving my pawns
I check microphone checkers
then check professors at they lecture
like um no, that stictly conjecture
always see the big picture everything a projector
words is weapons and im the protector
im not religious 
but with microphones i bless ya
like you just sneezed
with the beat on I exist man I just be
me