Lyrics:
Bout to kill the game like beating a fuckin final boss
I just walk
Right across my flows without no tidal loss
Get it? No title lost?
There's no fucking light at all
I think I'm going blind or something
Why is all the brightness gone
I'm thinking that maybe whenever attempting to replicate you'll see all types of flaws,
in these rapping dastards it'll probably misalign their jaws
And I'm not trying at all 
So crossing me begets known danger
I got your hometown's fans hooked like clothes hangers.
If you wanna beat me you genuinely gotta get your head right
Cause what you spit fails like the old healthcare website. 
Kid it's probably past your fuckin bedtime
Bout to dead the competition no suicide help lines
Oh I'm sorry, was that too fast, let me slow it down for you
This shit is so complex I could probably fuckin astound royals.
Attempting to take down the mighty regime and make their crown toil
With words burnin so fuckin hot its makin the ground boil.

Bout to stick it in the game properly fucked, killed, and properly bagged
If it's y'all bastards in this building, I assume the property's bad.
I spit sick… Sicker than eating fuckin colostomy bags
These blasphemous prayers that I speak are meant to jostle and clash
With your popular batch of rap which I consider to be innocuous crap
I AM A GOD HEAR ME SPEAK MEPHISTOPHELES CRAFT
NO ONE IS SAFE HERE, NOT EVEN THOSE ON JOSHUA'S PATH.
God's got to be mad
Fuck you if you thinking I'm really bad
I'm monstrously confident dropping a bomb via tonsils, 
over toms jotting impossible lines like i'm an apostle.
You gotta be kidding me, I'm killin this shit
Villainousness with riddles in the middle how could you not be feeling this shit.
I get this shit popping like I be killin a zit,
Remember how I rhyme, its resilience with grit.
I told you fuckin people that I be iller than sick
Now you've all observed and witnessed that my brilliance is thick.

Brainstormin' environMENTAL disasters
The armageddon to rap in the form of a rapture
You can't beat it so I wonder what you're after,
If you're just clowning that's great cause your presence here is a laughter
I am dead serious on this track ain't no violent joke
I'm bout to get up in your face like some burnouts with a pile of coke
I want you to come at me cause I'm constantly defiling hope
I burn everyone I spit at, it must be that acid lines my throat
Flashing by as I go you barely notice the flickering light
Hickory dickory wiccanry writing, why because it's so frickin exciting
No frictional sliding, pinnacle heights n
fitting so nice on a beat
That I must come, and eat up the drums, because I am the syllable beast.
The wrath of the titan is here,
Watch as I tighten the gears
The cogs are spinning as apathy starts to collides with your fear  
Behave you ho and you might be able to survive
But this onslaught that I've brought on is crazy in design



Zoog Cypher

Outerspace Freestyle

Breezy

Raps: We4ponX 
URL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57DyQKkhhvE
Lyrics:

So fly on these beats you'd think that I'm booked on em
Rufio rapping cause even the fucking Hook got em.
A go getter
Flow bender
Ro-setta
Stone clever
Won't ever
Slow never
I will never give up…
I - am set to erupt
Rapping better and attacking the record so excessively rugged
So aggressively rushing, with words that make em purr like a puss getting sensually rubbed
work words like a wordsmith every bit of the above was purposely worth it
My trick is to trickle with word twists. 
A circus of verbal wordage you heard me work so the verdict is that I must have 3 heads like a cerberus
You're a minimal minimum me
I'm such a ridiculous villainous beast
You can rock both my genitals and lick em for free
I'm ill so when you're down there you'll prolly go and get a disease
I go Giant like I am New York, bitch.
Plus when I spit it I'm flyer than storks is.
Drinkin only vodka cause I hate that tonic
So many fucking words I think they may need Phonix
And since I'm trying to make that blank check money
I'm always making massive movements like plate tectonics.
You think getting with this is just a bad decision?
You can't stop the attraction like magnetism
You have to admit I smash a rhythm
Breakin pussies in half, yeah Im bout to crack these kittens.
Just trying to find out where your passion's hidden
Im coming with more game than fuckin Activision
I laugh at bitches who lack the capacity to master writtens.
Whether it's fact or fiction… I'm the last of the dragons attacking this shit...
Rattle this shit, and kill it...
So let me slow it down a minute:

To me this rap shits a forte, Kia
With all of the information I could spit call me kiosk
Bucking bronco buckling beats got em screaming "YEEHAH"
I've declared war towards em all hear my Jihad.
I open eyelids,
They're looking so excited
I can see the iris tighten from the rhymes spit
I'm a fucking tyrant
Giving more shocking shit than bolts of striking lightning twice right at the same time
Bitch, I am cooler than a snow cone
My whole flow is what makes all these motherfucking boats float
The way I kick these lines you were looking for my dojo
But I just do it so pro, it's right up off dat dome yo.
This is that I-Beam bar hard shit
until now nobody's understood what shredding gnar is
don't snarl girl
Bring carnage across the nation
gimme a chance to get up on my feet and embrace the fuckin pace it's
gotta be popular dominate dominantly
I'm the prodigy from the prodigal prophecy
Got a god complex when it comes to this competency
This is how your properly beat the beat up
Me don't need no reason to get wily
And likely destroy every existent featured weak speaker… weak speaker… get it…

*Exiting randomness*
(You know like? Like the thing that amplifies sound, plays music?)
(But also someone who speaks, preaches? … but weakly?)
(Nah whatever, fucking forget it…)
(I kilt it anyway, I'm going back to Scotland)

Space Trap Rap

URL:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2p4APLR4HH0
BEAT IS NOT OWNED BY ME
Thug Freestyle
Eat em all up for my morning breakfast
Got em all starin at me like a necklace
I ain't a NASCAR driver but I wreck shit.
Like no attention in class you wouldn't wanna test it.
See I'm thinking they confused who the best is
Toxic as ever forever I'm asbestos
Doing it bigger than anybody in Texas
Girls get your dresses, shit this is festive.
See when I be rhyming I be getting naughty
I don't worry about the cash I don't worry bout Bughattis
I don't worry about making a hit, I don't worry about being poppy
I just go ninja on the beat like I karate chopped Miagi.
I don't wanna be nothing like you two dudes,
Nothing but a piece of cake for me to chew through.
I do it better than you could, na-na boo-boo
I think I'm starting to confuse you and lose you,
Yoohoo! Come right back
I'm thinking I'm making a hit when it's done like that…
So suave all these bitches wanna rub my back
And nothing you could ever spit could ever touch my raps, what.
I spit ominous, can't call this anything else but confidence
Cutting through these beats this is dominance
Better erect me a statue or an obelisk
You should probably supply me some props for this
Flowin so hard that boats couldn't dock to this
I swear to god if rap dies I'll doctor it
So intelligent you'd think I got a doctorate. 
I'm running out of patience
I feel this is already ostentatious 
Headhunting the game I'm predaceous
We know I'm the best meaning there ain't no debate bitch
Keep it tighter than some skin in a facelift
This game's a desert an I'm an oasis
This is just my creative creation
I bodied a track and even that body's cremated.
You're probably wondering when is this is gonna fucking stop, but it's not.
This is that hibbidy hop, driggity driggity dropping
All over the fuckin continent got em' all wanting it.
Just agree with the beat and let your head nod with it

Hah huh hah huh hah hah hah hah
We4pon in the place to be seen and it takes what I got to rock the mic right
Just listen to me and my raps cause it's obvious that, I kill mics when I write.

Thug Freestyle

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2Wds6jc_yM
I DO NOT OWN BEAT

Radio Rapper
{Verse 1}
Im tired of all this talking bout you better,
Just cause you famous on the radio making chedda
See I can get that girl's booty low
Throw it down like she Yu-gi-oh
Rockin out in this studio
Getting em high up off this doobie flow
Bitch I'm so cool, yo I'm so nice
Whatever she gon do, I hope her friend do twice
All I know is I'm just vibing,
These girls are trying to ride my toboggan
Back and forth up and down they be sliding
I'm smiling
I'm laughing… I'm not lying
I'm watching this girl's behind as she's grinding
I can't believe what I'm eyeing
This girl's a giant
That donkey kong, that donkadonk
We doin' that rope-a-dope
I think it'd be best if you just call your friends and tell em' no you won't be home.
They wavy off this dopey flow
Ds long like pinocchio's
Nose, you don't know shit no ho no you don't
Killed the game, and gave it Polio
Check my fuckin folio
You're bout to endure an imbroglio
This flows so fucking gross you can feel the spirit of the Holy Ghost.

Radio Rapper

URL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0CePzm8Gmg
Title: Out of Space

Lyrics:

I'm an alien
I've transformed forms and now I'm baring skin to show 'em I'm barely kin to all of 'em
Nobody knows shit about me
And when they hear me when I get up on the mic they'll be quick to doubt me
But I got lyrical dowery 
Nobody could pound for pound with me
Nobody wanna bounce around with me
Nobody wanna fiddle with the devil when he's mid pinnacle of pivotal n literal TROUNCING.
You think you can catch up
Wrestle with the restless 
Spit with the best of the best stuff
You can keep on thinking that you're hot but I bet that my style could melt your chest off
This is the cataclysmic havoc I'm reeking ravaging masterfully crafted y'all gotta to be glad that I'm rapping, Okay but no
Instead I'm spazzing out whacky  laughing and having an asthma attack in the back of an old yellow taxi 


I'm an alien
I've transformed forms and now I'm baring skin to show 'em I'm barely kin to all of 'em

You are not my family,
I do not respect you
You spit it soft like shammies,
So here, God Bless you.
It's over, I get it
You should prolly admit it
You can see you can't be more terrific than I just did it
You'll be getting sentimental in a minute
When you realize I'm much different when I spit it
I can toss it, I can twirl it
I'm swerving around, I'm swirling
More flow than a gusting whirlwind
Torso the beat I'm disgusting, morbid
Torrent of torment such a  score so horrid
Good god, what you gonna do are you think you can ignore it?
Probably not, I'm so fly i could orbit
Hating me is worse than extortion
You don't even wanna be the one that gets in my fucking way cause my ships crash coursin

Is this a different day?
Is this a different game?
All these sounds around me, I'm bat shit insane
I just close my eyes I can feel my whole soul lifting up n floating and then it drifts away

I'm an alien
I've transformed forms and now I'm baring skin to show 'em I'm barely kin to all of 'em

Out Of Space (Unnoficial: edits to come)

This is just an acapella version of a song that I'm putting together soon. This was originally how it was supposed to be heard... But I have reworked it since this version.

(((LYRICS)))
Rhapsodize these raps I write
And bring the passion back without having to sacrifice
No mercy killin em all on the fuckin track tonight
Then suicide jump find em all again and kill them in the afterlife
A Hat-Trick of haptic rhymes
That you can feel in your back and spine
As nasty and asinine as putrid milk pasteurized but now calcified,
Being eaten with a feeling of being greedy and unnaturally but nastily satisfied
This partition that stratifies us is called skill and that is why you’re pacified by my master-Y and asking why will do you nothing because my secrets are fucking classified thus there will be no witnesses or alibis.
So I will not divulge, and I bulge out my skull with these thoughts that I hold in my soul as I go psycho lost on a mic flow, right bro? Oh my god my minds blown.
But hold on, didn’t think I’d roll up before I rolled up, and then murder the fucking game while high eating a fucking donut
I’m so nuts, I’m focused, one cashew from passing out and dying at any given moment,
I’m so young but when I rap I’m a grown up so when you face me salute me eye to eye, bitch show love
I spit gold dust and radiate nuclear fallout
I go all out ‘till I’m all out and make sure every bit of my poison gets to sprawl out into the Earth until I burn every single mineral surviving under my strong cloud
What a wild thought, wow!
So when I come back and combat everything that you thought you were doing well
And show every single one of you mother fucking dummies why you use a belt
You think I’m stupid I think got a screw loose as well
So who are you to tell me that I can’t do this shit as cool as hell.
