2011 cypher mass co-lab

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  1. DawkDestro

    DawkDestro Chrome Dome Reflective

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    nervous sweep,eyes scan with sweat release../
    bothered not in the least, squeeze trigger blast the heat../
    dome explodes, the shells now hollowed, all exposed../
    u run alone, sirens bells u bein followed? back to the road../
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  2. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Glock about 15hrs old ain't
    seen a muzzle flash yet
    and its hollow points fiend”n”
    ready to twist about your set
    fuck are the humans at?
    this glock needs a trigger squeeze
    young-G- 40 got that flesh eating disease
    Regrets!!
    It ain't got any- just point
    and squeeze
    or better yet transform me
    to that 45 barrel- pleeease
    I’m versatile switch it up
    nicca fuck a safety switch
    I need your finger tip bitch
    i was created so you wouldn’t hesitate
    fuck being sterile I’m all about lead infection…
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  3. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    accurate flows something like crack to the nose, I'm a bastard..i know...
    the type to kick you in the nuts, then one-arm tackle ya hoe...
    when I crap on rappers I plaster my foes...
    you the s*** cause I crack spackled you smearing my black a** on you...whoa...
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  4. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    ^haha you crazy for that 1
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  5. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    ^^^Lol it was the first thing that came to my mind

    Im the truth wut the f*ck-is-u-tough?...
    Look holmes I think deeper than the grave, u just dug-fa-yaself...
    Evidently-so, where do we stand, we’ll neva-know...
    When the cheddar-blows, will u grab on, or let-it-go...
    Im talking on the telephone, like what-what,..-who?...
    There’s no way I’ll sell~my~soul, Satan f*ck-u-too...
    You escaped wit ya garbage~flow, u lucked-up-fool...
    U outta my sight hardly~so, I grabbed ya four leaf clover...
    Then tossed it in the air, like ya luck’s-up-duke...
    Messin wit me will get u touched, like duck-duck-goose...
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  6. 905allday

    905allday New Member

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    good shit above^^ this is my first text post in yearrrrss son. lets go

    duck duck goose, i fuckin pluck a feather, no one does it better //
    ...
    ok, straight start up on some one liner, but everyone expects-nicer /
    got this un-named cat from the 905 ready to ride in this text-cypher//
    if u wanna private-match, ill leave ur eye-attached to the blade-of-my-knife/
    you workin hard on a mixtape for years, id do a better tape even if mine was made-in-a-night! //
    you better pray-for-your-life, pray that your not paying-the-price /
    for being so fuckin wack on the mic, and thats me saying-it-nice!! //
    yea so fuck what, these are kinda battle-bars /
    and your bitches stretch marks are so big they look like battle-scars//
    im fuckin supreme with the way i exhibit./
    now ill step aside, n let another homie ride, come n spit it//

    weak close lol
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  7. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Thanx duke, keep spittin dog...

    Let me spit off the top...,

    I been R-A-P-I-N the game, breakin-the-frames, of miscellaneous-lames...
    my verse puts a strain-on-ya-brain, so u can relate-to-my-pain...
    serenades rainin~of~flames while-i-kill...
    anybody claimin the mountain top, my attacks turn ya spot into a "Silent-Hill"...
    go head, step to the champ, and get knocked-out-cold...
    land punches 'square' in ya chest, the way i "box-out-souls"...
    block~out~foes, recognize that i deaden-guys, wit reddened-eyes...
    i roll up wit the semi-5's, and leave u darker than Wesley-Snipes...
    my audience?........, i got em mesmerized-wit-the-flow...
    rooks tryna rise-to-the-pros, without realizing-the-ropes...
    cause every rhyme-that-i-wrote, is like mixing cyanide-wit-ya-coke...
    supplying~highs in every line-cause-I'm-dope...
    my grown man pride-has-awoke, u small timers-are-jokes...
    you niggas are protein/pro-teen, like the inside-of-the-yoke...
    bash ya pride~til~its~hurt, that's how i trash-that-man...
    face~me~and~get~rejected, like a bad-transplant...
    i lay~frees~and~get~respected, wont nobody clap-that-man...
    cause only way u spraying the metal, is if u grab-that-Pam...
    duckin~cops if u buckin~shots, u betta scratch-that-plan...
    they gotta cousin~locked, once they playback-that-cam...
    get rushed in the dungeon~block, if u don't react-back-fam...
    them fags'll grab for ya meat, like u a half-cracked-clam...
    its all designed-to-see-u-lose, the enlightenment-that-u-use...
    is too bright for young minds, ya'll too blind-to-see-the-truth...
    its all timing~in~ya~moves, but i regress-from-my-point...
    the blessings-I-hoist, are building up the stress-in-my-joints...
    do nuthin less-than-rejoice, from words-pressed-from-my-voice...
    understand only the best-i-anoint, through the text-of-my-choice...
    fakes spittin ambidextrous-noise, I'm set-to-destroy...
    any threat-that's-deployed, trap, weapon-or-ploy...
    i reign supreme any other rap veteran-is-void.........
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  8. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    Tight is the noose around haters neck
    Lynch mob style but you can call me Brotha Lynch
    fuck these niccaz talking shyte
    they truly a bitch bleedin off my dick
    I’m feedin off those that hate on my spit
    So fuck the fake and a snitch
    and I’m exceedin you in every way bitch-
    I was raised off spice 1 and N.W.A hitz
    and the street kept me cold with it
    but as age came my game changed quick
    evolutionary is eye, and I keeping hater de-evolving
    no more talking it’s str8 game and I’m not balking
    so bitch niggaz can stay hesitating, debating
    my playbook keeps haters on the draw back...
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  9. 905allday

    905allday New Member

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    yo G, that was real good...

    ima drop some different shit now, more like me jus expressin myself /
    i been through a lotta shit in the past 6 months, n im worried its effected my health //
    yo str8 up, i aint sick, but stress kills.. high blood pressure be proof of it /
    and i get even more pissed, cuz the reason im stressin is all over some stupid shit! //
    ayo so now im done with playin games now, i bun n make no waves now /
    and when ur silent making fuckin sounds, its like me standing while i lay down //
    but yo
    those lines were written quick-time, now ima put some work-in /
    some of u rappers walka thin-line, like walkin a tight rope, your feet hurtin //
    yo my style is str8 ILL, n i sware im gettin illa by the hourr /
    i dont lie, and i stay highh. im passin by the c n towerr //
    so that shit was weak, this verse is kinda not my best /
    but i rap for fun, not worrying about whos impressed. suck my dick haters //

    905
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  10. 905allday

    905allday New Member

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    yo wait im back..back to get another drop-on /
    my dicks like a train, stoppin at the station where bitches can hop on//
    that makes me sound like a slut , yo wut the fuck money /
    that mighta been a wack bar, but jus reading it sounds funny //
    this rap shit needs some humor in it, needs some flavour, like a sandwich with tuna in it /
    but u gotta kill shit and be murderous too, like ur head when its got a fuckin tumor in it! //
    cant be cured by no surgery, no knifes in the head /
    once jimmys gone ill have his picture sittin right by the bedd //
    but now im dun homie, twist da sheets./
    got nothin left to say, so, peaceee //
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  11. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Thanx, good bars duke

    I'ma deep intellectual, not-if-u-dumb...
    ever go against the kid, the flow is not-to-be-punked...
    u feelin like a grasshopper-then-jump...
    end up pullin my foot outta-yo-rump, thinkin "How-I-get-chumped?"...
    I'm too-nice, killin rappers~wit~an~ease, true-life...
    is too-trife, when i spit and leave em *****ly~deceased...
    u-right, i'm givin 2~mics, to all-of-u-haters...
    coulda thought-i-was-Jada, trade glitter~for~success...
    while these industry~execs, are givin all-of-u-facials...
    only time i'm on my knees, is when i talk-to-my-maker...
    most cut throats talk-wit-a-razor, I should snuff~u...
    tough~dude, and embed metal shards-in-ya-taste-buds...
    u pull 2 gats outta~yo~waist, how~do~u~blaze?...
    31 til one bullet's~left, and ya'll-think-u-gangstas?...
    ya blood racing when i pull~the~skets, and aim for ya hearts...
    you no longer have "31", "guarding-ya-Pacers"!!!
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  12. 905allday

    905allday New Member

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    yo. im done-with-the-slack, now im beatin-em-all /
    im at the, front-of-the-pack, and im leading-them-all! //
    got the best bars written, even tho they seem basic /
    when this emcee starts spittin, it feels like the earths-shaking //
    ground movin, earthquake.. i never sound stupid, learn from my mistakes /
    im in a round room, how much more i got to take.. or got to give, y u got to hate //
    yo listen, my shits different.. and i mean that in a real good way /
    i bet if yall came to the 905 to party you'd have a real good stay //
    i aint about broken-bones and dream-chasing, im more about broken-homes and weed-lacing /
    more about bumpin my cd-system, n driving my car fast like we be speed-racing!//
    so my style is unique, no one can do it quite like me /
    the 905 does it nicely, beat our city? thats not likely //
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  13. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    I run with that…blood of a slave, heart of a king…
    The bars that I bring, chalking these novices in the ring…

    I run with that…blood of a slave, heart of a king…
    Resurrecting the poets through ill lyrics…

    These kids fear it…
    Spiritual rituals, smoke and ashes, words from my tongue…
    Make the poet sit up, in his open casket…
    Seeing clearly through broken glasses, brainstorm with my skull…
    Soaked in acid to destroy basic thoughts…
    And I instantly….”wrote a classic”, emboldened rappers…
    See my success then wanna stroll and snatch it, I flow and slash kids…
    til they show white meat like broken crab sticks…
    Their flips are played, like they practiced the broken tactics, of old gymnastics…
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  14. Bar nigga

    Bar nigga 314 STL Ancient of daze..

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    old gymnastics i resolve issues wit foes wit those,
    old men tactics, knuckle'em up or clapp'em..
    toppled the thread witness bar the apostle of dread
    saint louis summers i pledged streets color uh red..
    what u make of, what u read from free thoughts in my head/
    "you sick?", well...cough up that bread/
    my rap-sheets put you under that spread
    i was a wonder wit bread had numbers to lean on
    kush bubba to steam on..but these clowns
    rappin on the pages i be on, they peon's..
    street cred soft as a neon, walkin wit skinny jeans on..
    rappin frontin in theme songs gettin they mean on..
    useless as dr.dre features, without the beat on..
    in cyphers you'd get schemed on beat on gun butted and pee'd on
    millions were trampled under cold cloven hooves gettin my beast on..
    on fake niggaz claimin they know the hood, i get my ear to the streets on...
    twisted concepts, this is a Don's text, lyrical calm before the storm set..
    issue critical bomb threats to the typical suspects
    next nigga to test, that pitiful fucks next
    sparrin' wit Bar's considered a slugfest,
    u'd be a martered departed givin islam death..
    i'ma keep goin i'ma embalm death
    i caressed palmed tec's got becalmed checks i kept nothin but pistols
    prolonged texts never postin up miscues,
    cold as a igloo i'm chillin like wim shoes..
    never been a modest dude if i spotted u
    im pistol whippin the shit outta u i promise u
    doctorsll think attacks was demonic abuse..
    his eyes and bowels removed i see a coward in u..
    moral of my raps is im sicker than u..
    bubonic flu..u can't fuck wit me, platonic screw..
    i breathe plutonic fumes into lungs pneumonically bruised from,
    kush chronic abuse..one


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  15. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    My Nigga!!

    proof is in my props bitch
    and if you don’t get it,
    then nigga you just don’t got it,
    hoe niggaz just stop it
    my flow harsh to the reader,
    because he’s a bitch made hater
    I dazzle bitch made rappers
    to a frazzle now they ready to battle
    so I got to baptize these demons,
    and rip the flesh from these bitches
    Hold up…
    might as well show them hell,
    I got em’ feeling like they on silent hill
    I’m a sick HELTA’ SKELTA’ thrilla nigga for real
    what I’ve seen- changed me over the years
    but the hyde in me is real, and it’s got me pill popin those M&M’s
    my occupation trains me to kill at will it’s a justified deal
    Unreal ---naaaa nicca, test me and it will be a justified kill
    I’ve been the realest here for some years,
    and my flow evolved and adapted to this bullshit,
    but as I flipped it, it never flopped like these actors on reel
    ya’ll hoes- claiming you on top-stop- you’re not a factor for real
    but I’m your issue-and it’s time to reason with the master’s spill
    because even I see the fear in your eyes as your read scriptures that kill…
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  16. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    The 856 is rippin this rap music, leavin you flabbergasted...
    from acrobatics while ya a** is static, you lack movement...
    my savage tactics be the illest, so If you whack...
    I'ma reveal it, (People!!!) give me a hand clap if you can feel this...
    put me on a track and it's bound to get raped stupid...
    I make hate music, and hope and that half of you people relate to it...
    ......I squandered A so Plan B is in effect...
    "to raise hell and dominate", cause I'm a demon in the flesh...
    my conscience is burning, its got to concern em...
    knowing one shot to the sternum, could stop the heartbeat within their chest...
    you're not sick and yes I mean to disrespect...
    you must suck a lot of d*ck, cause I can smell the semen in ya breathe!!!
    I'm sick of these ring-tone rappers and fake artists...
    they're not nice, not even average, they're straight garbage...
    cause most of these faggot smooth talkers, that got their Grammies...
    would offer to drop their panties, because they're softer than cotton candy...
    ("YO WHY YOU GOTTA HATE!!!"
    "THE ISSUE OF SKILL IS NOT A TOPIC OF DEBATE!!!"
    "AS LONG AS YOU GET THEIR GLUTEUS MAXIMUS TO SHAKE"
    "DOG YOU HAVE TO INTEGRATE"), say that again and I'ma smack you in ya face!!!!
    I average a massacre a day, taking their mozzarella....
    no way they could ROC-THIS-FELLA, they would have to get JAY!!!
    to blast me away, back into space, where I'll make a promise...
    to return to the Earth, in 70 years like Haley's Comet...
    bringing death and destruction, to every gay on the globe...
    I'll start by sticking an anal probe, in the future president's husband...
    some say it's a crime, I say that it's fair so end of discussion...
    It'll be a cold day in hell, when you censor my judgment...
    cause I say what's on my mind, never pretending for nothing...
    never-pretentious or stunting, you bear the essence of bluffing...
    but I'm crazy sublime, always prepared to test your assumptions...
    because I stay on my grind, like a smutty pair of lesbians f***ing...
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  17. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    It’s a cold world……..

    I’m iceman with wolverine powers, and Austin Powers is my daddy
    and when my income tax come in I’m buying a 2009 caddy
    I stay old school budget balling, you stay sounding quite shoddy
    but I’m not here to hate nobody, because I like to party to
    La Di Da Di –I had to get Slick Rick with it, I’m so Doug E. Fresh 2
    I keep you girl slick as she keeps my hot wick wet, got you singing deuces
    becuase you got played quick trix- I stay Too $hort with it Bitch….
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  18. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    (Ah yes)…….Goin out to the mothaf*ckin US…
    Flu-ed with the mus-ek, because it’s what I do best…
    These n*ggas ain’t prepared for the new-ness, I write like I’m too stressed…
    Cause I’m stern…um/sternum, something like a bruised chest…
    major moves expressed, watch me zoom through this verse…
    surf through the truly bizerk, types of music I lurk…
    I’m type Cooler than Herc, don’t be mad if I have ya…
    Boo in the hearse as I make it move in reverse…
    Cause I been dead to the world for the last few years and worked…
    Can’t recall my last tear that was smeared on the curb…
    Cause it was clear that rhyme skill was clearly superb…
    I’m off the wall, like a f*ckin mirror that tilted and broke…
    I’ll turn ya girl into my mistress, while you’re sitting at work…
    And have her sides splitting, without kickin a joke…
    Laugh as you come through the door, and shake ya hand like “good look”…
    And if ya chicken's leg is broke, tell her to hop up on her good foot… lolol
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  19. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    AHAHHA!!! that last line
    "Laugh as you come through the door, and shake ya hand like “good look”…
    And if ya chicken's leg is broke, tell her to hop up on her good foot… lolol"
    ..hell naa..str8
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  20. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Lololololololol XD
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