Funkin’ Freestyle
• Written by RYD
//Verse 1 – 0:00–0:45
Back in the zone where the rhythm gets vivid,
Pen grippin’ visions, I pivot with precision.
Spit with conviction, my diction’s a prism,
Reflections of life in this lyricist’s system.
Clock tick slow but my mind run marathons,
Thoughts get drawn like lines through a baritone.
Sharp with the arc like a spark in the dark,
Carve every mark from the heart to the marrowbone.
Diggin’ through crates, where the soul still breathin’,
Beats give reason when the whole world’s sleepin’.
Speak in code with the flows I’m feedin’,
Every note float like smoke when I’m dreamin’.
//Verse 2 – 0:45–1:30
Move through static like a phantom with grammar,
Patterns get shattered in the scanner of stanzas.
Passin’ the canvas with passionate manners,
Lines got fire like a lantern in a manor.
Lyrical labyrinth, labyrinthine,
Tangle of rhymes in a staggered scheme.
Snappin’ like branches in shattered dreams,
But I balance beams on a battered theme.
Cool with the craft, but I’m ruthless still,
Truth gets spilled when the booth gets filled.
Proof I build with a ruthless will,
Boom bap born, every mood gets chilled.
//Verse 3 – 1:30–2:15
Paintin’ with syntax, bendin’ the structure,
Pen in my hand like a wrench for the ruptures.
Tension and thunder, sentence with hunger,
Wrote through the winter just to vent in the summer.
Silk in my voice but the core got metal,
Chord to the soul like a war on the treble.
March on the level where devils don’t meddle,
Step to the beat while I wrestle with petals.
Boom from the chest, that’s the bassline breathin’,
Loops in my head like the pain’s still speakin’.
Truth in my chest while the ink keeps leakin’—
Each rhyme tight like the night I was reachin’.
//Outro – 2:15–2:52
Boom bap essence in a raw transmission,
No gimmicks, just vivid premonitions.
Freestyle flooded with rhythmic precision,
I rhyme for the ones with the quietest vision.
So let it play as the record revolves,
I bled on the beat just to settle my faults.
From stress to resolve, every sentence evolved—
Boom bap in my bones ‘til the memory calls.
Peace.
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RYD
Member since April 9 2025