2011 cypher mass co-lab

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  1. G Force

    G Force Member

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    Mess with Deth or Gen then i'll be bringing death to men, spitting every breath thru pen..
    HURDING WACK RAPPERS LYRICS LIKE CATTLE coz they should be LEFT IN PENS
    Hit you with the left through phlegm, you know i spitt punches..
    Sending these KIDS BACK TO SCHOOL to eat those SHIT LUNCHES
    This Brit munches any beef you bring, coz i'm a carnivore
    Always armed for war, napalm the floor of any farm or shore
    This is the calm before I ALARM THESE BORES back to their BARNS FOR STRAW
    Ashing the turf, SMASHING THE EARTH coz i'm sure to HARM THE CORE
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  2. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Wuddup Rev, you were on EB too right?...I think I remember you...anyways, welcome to the party....

    Wuddup REV, I know it harmed your core, when I charmed your whore...
    cause she ain't had a d*** this long before and I didn't even have to run a HUNDRED YARDS TO SCORE... lol
    sent her upstairs to tuck you in to bed, then come back down to the car for more...
    break the b****...that's just the cost of war, left her naked sprawled out across ya porch... lol
    I come with crazed bars galore and blaze scalding FORCE to flame char ya door...
    talking all that "Tough Toney" s***, until I punch you in ya face like Couture!!!
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  3. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    hey pg13, why are you censoring your raps?

    shit
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  4. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    ^^^Pardon me sir lol....when you read the rhymes you know what it is....so what difference do it make nigga?, listen to the tape nigga lol....

    I heard ya verses, they were worse than worthless...you nerds are nervous...
    when I'm spittin I rack/IRAQ ya nerves, like my words were Kurdish...
    GET RIDDLED WIT CAPS and then served in cursive, more pain...
    than a mobile probe administered anally, by perverted nurses...
    jump in this cypher you just putting ya ass to risk/Asterisk...lol
    razor blade slash ya bitch and soon as I saw first blood.....damnit the match was lit...
    then I laid waste to ya wife and started raping the dike...
    gave her the knife and made her masturbate with it twice...
    left that pussy serrated and sliced, the cunt couldn't handle gettin that clit rocked...
    it got beat worse than fuckin faggots, when I catch fairies flauntin in flannel flip flops...
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  5. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    left that pussy serrated and sliced, the cunt couldn't handle gettin that clit rocked...
    it got beat worse than fuckin faggots, when I catch fairies flauntin in flannel flip flops

    that animal script's hot and it burns like acid,
    but these kids dont need that lsd to go cartoon classic
    definition of fearies?
    they harpoon asses under dark maroon sashes
    i dont care what they say cuz its all propaganda from facists
    so hot itll turn ya gamma to ashes, leave ya gramma wit gashes
    no drama just round for round matches -
    of raps quick spit wit magic nuttin tragic just cats automatic
    so dont get too heated i was just askin by habit
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  6. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    no offense taken I just had to establish that I'm a faggot bashing fanatic...
    beat em to death til they bleed from the flesh, then throw them rats in a casket...
    I stay gutter with the rhymes, foldin these lames, can you SHOULDER the blame?...
    when I pull the shoulder BLADE from ya BACK, and stab ya mother in the SPINE!!!
    I was born in Camden where people get killed then respawn at random... lol
    spittin these morbid anthems through sordid tantrums...
    of rape, war and gore in tandems involving bloody stories of holding whores for ransom...
    then coming back to kill her husband and their d*mn son in their million dollar mansion in the Hamptons...
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  7. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    hamptons? sick! i was held in cabins
    chained to a wall and stabbed in the abdomen at random
    but i never died cuz me and death forever ride
    its not demonic posession but you can call us a tandem!
    left em with severed heads, floorboards forever red
    even the clever lay severed in pieces on the bed spread
    I ride hard and ride deadly heavy, be ready
    cuz me and my pointman death bring an unmeasured dread
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  8. mr.redeyez

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    I was born in baby vietnam, duckin missle's
    earn'n stripe's on tha street,check tha credential's
    sneak'n in tha club armed, tuckin pistol's
    seekin wisdom,but ma' elder's to fuckin simple
    i grew up fast smokin weed skippin class,while u was suckin nipples
    pumpin nickles tryna stack tha pumpernickel
    they laughed,friends shot me in tha heart they back stabbed
    thinkin i would cripple,aint' that evil?
    Tha flow cerebral, can u relate to it?
    I' create ma' own path,meaning i don't do it how they do it
    i got ma' own swag.
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  9. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Swagga on swole, I'm on a different level, might as well have the mic beamed up...
    you know it's gotta be Gen, in that mahogany Benz or that light green truck...
    hop out, knuckle up and f*** the fight scene up...
    and make these kids crowd around me like the ice cream truck...
    now watch this "CYPH" heat up, BY ANY MEANS I gots ta get ya...
    like Hagan when he popped that pistol at MALCOLM, ya'll just got caught in the MIDDLE...
    the illest in the 856, all these haters can taste my grits...
    don't even play it if it ain't my s***...
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  10. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    2011 and I started this shit,
    everybody hates six,
    but look where I’m at now
    3 stories by the mountains
    and the green Lex reflect you true feeling
    so be jealous of diarrhea style flow
    that stank like magic shave
    bust caps on you like Dave,
    I’m rich beeeotch,...haha
    cause I got a lil paper that stretch that 1 way
    so don’t phuck with my gang
    or you’ll be in a shallow grave,
    missing your brain, this is a game
    and I control ya – so call me a str8 gamer
    that discharge spits in the faces of fake bitches
    I can take your change up pitches
    right out the ballpark nigga
    i’ll have ya girl calling me MVP
    Most Valuable Player
    that ballpark frank lay-her
    that’s why she call me big daddy
    yes sir,
    see I make her watery off my all beef patty
    Yeeah- she be face down in my bed yelling I’m fed
    gasping for air like she drowning off head
    she be startling to you
    but to me she just another chicken head
    I ran through….
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  11. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    He said, she said, well I say this…
    yea weak head sayin no, while I make fists…
    the right swing from the east, you fly west like…
    you kanye prick, and leak blood on ya Chauncey set!!!
    thinking id get decked, I just conned yo bet…
    and turned ya best MC, into a sideshow……..yes…
    and ain’t none of ya’ll better, cause they ain’t make…
    my clone yet, im too ahead of ya time zone check!!!
    causin microphone wreck, my delivery’s fierce…
    my mental vision is weird, you wanna see how I think?...
    ill draw a line around my head, with the pencil I bear…
    and hand you a knife, make the incision right here…
    pull the skull off, you’ll see the picture quite clear…
    look inside and you’ll see 6 kids, with five chairs…
    one gets his throat cut, cause he aint listen to the beat…
    that nigga had to sleep, cause he aint get himself a seat…
    now vividly you see, y im sittin in the lead…
    wit lyrics such as these, i think I’d have to feed…
    you 10 other drugs, before I could get you up to SPEED!!!
    a true rapper, im a rare given luxury…
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  12. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Rare meat you can eat and catch a disease
    E-coli--hold up,
    niccaz like this nicca right here
    This nicca right here
    THIS NICCA RIGHT here haha
    More Salmonella -chicken ass nicca
    Come on dogg, I’m the thrilla you stella
    better yet- Rupaul mixed up ass- bitch ass nicca
    probably that same bitch ass nicca Bar-nigga
    killed in his thread- busta -your whole flow is dead
    now you trying to reincarnate your name off this figure
    you pick the wrong thread -you walking on a thin line
    better back behind the yellow line or get chalked outlined nigga
    what it do? I see right through you, buck shot holes are brutal
    yeah this nicca weird like that rash on his moms ass
    news flash bum ass nigga -you a scum bag so let us toast
    to the roast in this hot ass kitchen my plate’s stay sizzling
    face it or get faced off just know at all cost I’m boss you ricky
    fearing your past catch up with you quickly
    dis me naa nigga I’m sixft to the muthaphucken G
    now stick to the script you shyster phuck ya life after—
    sincerely Grimreader…
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  13. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Mr. Redeyez..what up dawg!!

    Yeah I remember when I left the haters on DAAAG!!
    I felt like whose bad,
    and then I started moon walking slanging moon dust
    to fair dust ass fiend talking bad-
    about this astronaut, I was a enterprise renter duffin the cops,
    warehouse worker - my hustling didn’t stop
    paid day came every Friday- check cashing was my forte
    I was seven eleven with the green,
    and you didn’t even need a medical license
    to purchase that product that got you higher than king kong
    my building is a empire my style be epic-I was born to inspire
    call me a dreamer in a old school beamer bumping that king kong...
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  14. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Lololol oh shit, hold up.....

    You're dim witted, I'll blind this fuck until his eyes slam shut...
    poppin shit like you can see Gen, ha that's what I call a BLIND MAN"S BLUFF!!!
    I guess you took it to heart, when told ya verses were weak and you couldn't rap...
    the KEYS ON YOUR BOARD ARE FLAT, that's why you couldn't B SHARP!!!
    I already done shut down ya cypher cause every bar I put down is tighter...
    you embarrassed yaself with that doo doo ass verse, made ya fans put down their lighters... lol
    clown I'm nicer, that whack shit that you write is criminal-like, you might get a fine...
    I jacked ya thread like I did to ya wife like cause this bitch is rightfully mine's...
    this nigga right here lol...another one of these crabs on the site that follows BAR...
    takes a deep breath when he says "swallow hard", raping ya throat...
    the type of shit that the MODS here would take as a joke, and drop the charge... lol
    stop it dog, I'll smoove drop ya squad, Tupac ya car, and we supposed to scared of you?...not at all...
    killed in a thread?, hmmm no bodies to confirm that, so I guess I'll kill you instead...
    I heard ya tracks and I damn near laughed myself into hysteria....DOC GIVE ME MY MEDS!!! haha
    I peeped ya tracks and it's the type of shit you hear and you fastforward...
    you thought you would NEVER FAIL in LIFE?, c'mon fam I wouldn't even pay you the dollar you asked for it!!! lol 1*
    cause I don't give a fuck if ya career on the mic dangles...
    I wouldn't COSIGN/COSINE ya style, even if you approached me from the RIGHT ANGLE...
    so I'ma change ya name to DEATH, before I pound you with lead and turn the ground to ya bed...
    so when you DIE, we won't waste a breath PRONOUNCING YOU DEAD...
    ~Sincerely The Life or Death Poet

    1* Black-Ace | NFL(Never Fail Life) | CD Baby
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  15. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    The flow’s proven, got foes movin, at different paces…
    Spit amazing, n*ggas shakin like earthquake embittered Haitians…
    That’s the problem with different races, they couldn’t change their mindstate…
    If I chopped their heads off, and switched their faces…
    Can we rock?, it depends if you’re violent when you write…
    I’m the type, to hop out my Benz, and knock you off ya bike…
    When I POST up, nobody can STOP me on the mic…
    POTS steaming with food, “I hope this pasta’s what you like”…
    Cause I’ma feed it to you, first hand while it’s scalding hot…
    And you have you rolling on the ground with ya hands on ya mouth…
    Like I told a joke, that was so funny, you couldn’t STAND to SIT DOWN…
    Taunting you as I’m dancing around….“Can you answer me now?”…
    Cause I like fighting, I’m Mike Tyson…
    Biting ya ear off til you can’t hear dog...
    Still finish the fight, and put you on ya *ss, like a bottle of Smirnoff…
    And point this laser on your skin til it peels off, and watch ya tears fall…
    As you burn til ya face muscles appear raw…
    Wit no fear of the law, I stand here with a blood smeared saw…
    to sever the heads of rappers dropping 4th tier bars...
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  16. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    "Last edited by Gen The God; 01-16-2011 at 04:31 PM."

    now im goin right in just a quick hit on your spous (again)
    yea i fucked her in the mouth….till my vanilla came out!!!( got em laughin)
    you missed with all them punches that was weak simple shit
    in other words plain and simple u punch like a bitch
    even your grandmother a deep throat taker just like you snitch
    nothings ever personal I'm fact you rehearsal...go edit that...
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  17. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    wat up 6ft..i been chillin bruh watz good
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  18. DethStryque

    DethStryque DethStryque theInvincible

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    Before I dice yo trife flow,lemme correct you: It's TAEBO not TYBO.
    Psycho rhyme flow swipe yo bride yo bridle spike yo light flow
    Rifle rivals eyeholes so when I R.A.P. you're R.I.P n THAT AIN'T NO TYPO
    My right'll GO TO YOUR DOME like MIDOL n it's good night all
    And if you like brawls I got a nice cross ya jaw like a WRECKING BALL THROUGH DRYWALL
    My punchfest gitcha guts wrecked for rhymin SUBJECT with SUBJECT
    Gitcha mug blessed with slugs,Teks til ya disses fail like Crips given a Blood test!
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  19. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Lololol stop

    You thought you was nice so you create a thread, but got raped instead...ya hype men can only shake they heads cause I clowned this nerd... :funny:
    ahem....take BAR's dick from ya mouth and pronounce ya words...
    hittin my braud?, na you're a KITTEN...a fraud, if I sliced him he would start LICKIN THE SCARS...
    kick this PUSSY in his clitoris hard and make you scream like the bitch that ya are... :funny:
    with precision I picked ya apart cause ya shit's so open...
    copy and paste ya verse?...****ease none of that shit's worth quoting!!!
    how can I divide this ZERO...I'd get no QUOTIENT, so I let these MULTIPLE bars swarm ya...
    "those weak punches he spit won't hurt him", the round ends and you stumble back to the wrong corner... lol
    ya moms warned ya lol, stop with the talk, this constant assault is leaving ya face bloodied...
    like tortured women in rape studies, Margarito...you was better off conceding the bout in the 8th buddy!!!
    or get pounded like clay putty, you already got martyred so sit down...
    c'mon Gen, why would you continue to sit here and argue with this clown?...
    now........
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  20. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    I come from a quiet town, where people get pummeled with…
    Silenced rounds for making the slightest sounds…
    If you ride around you’ll see these violent clowns here from outta town…
    Starin with blank faces, like they’re pissed and just forgot to frown…
    Im just a reporter in a matter of speakin…
    I could tell you the world was flat, you’d just have to believe him…
    But I’m that accurate beacon of light relieving ya plight…
    A beast on mic, they say you don’t know your worth til you fall…
    And trust me I’ma drop from an unbelievable height…
    Like an eagle in flight that got spotted and illegally sniped…
    But til then I’ma eagerly strike, removing pawns…
    Like Bobby Fischer, gotta get ya, out the picture papa…
    The science of something divine, when your soul is possessed …
    To flow with vocals compressed, in highly combustible lines…
    That drill and f*** with ya mind, like I cut a hole in ya head….
    Pulled my meat from my pants and stuck it inside…
    a mothaf***er despised....by at least 50% of these...
    people clutchin the mic thinkin they f***in tight...
    until I turn him out worse than his perverted spouse...
    and he refuses to come back on like a busted light...
    as darkness falls on the stage and I continue to spit these bars in a rage...
    my inititals carved on ya face.....I'll leave you marked for death...
    I'll grip the shovel, like Norman Bates, this kid's a devil...
    a tad bit disheveled, I bit da shevel, leaving twisted metal!!!...
    f*** retarded, I spit it special my ish'll deck you...
    submit and hex you when I contort you like a twisted pretzel...
    so say Hello...he...he...he-llo to the bad guy....
    one look in the mirror reminds me that I'm evil...
    got ya girl in the cut buzzin, a ho is a ho...
    and a slut is a slut so bustin a nut's nuthin...
    swollen knob, as she chokes and slobs, servin me neck...
    while you're workin hard, at that worthless job, earning yo check...
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