Cypher for Respect

Discussion in 'Cypher' started by yaga, May 20, 2006.

Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.
  1. Physt2Cuffs

    Physt2Cuffs gunshot inna de air

    Joined:
    Apr 21, 2000
    Messages:
    685
    Give me 50 feet
    Deplete your fleet
    Scramble your enamel
    Like I had beef with teeth

    You don't know my type
    So sleek a scuff can't slow my shine
    Or controll my mind
    Put my hand back like I throw back time

    Get it or you don't
    Either one, you're still on my hitlist
    Hitting you vicious
    And sicker than syphillis
    test
  2. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Joined:
    Feb 3, 2002
    Messages:
    55,612
    if i threw dice, id get lucky like a couple of nude dykes,
    i produce hype - a new type, call it infection,
    im so high that im doper than my own reflection!
    rock the mic with a blown inflection blowin speakers,
    while the rest are bummy like a hoody, jeans, and some old sneakers!
    check the records, whos got the shit that makes ya neck-hurt?
    them girls bankok like the redshirts -
    in thailand with snare kicks ta make ya legs-hurt!
    check the hall of fame fuckers cuz my name's repeated,
    when i log in suckers sign off cuz their games deleted!
    but whenever i post they read it and feel defeated,
    conceited, only my reflection makes me feel completed....
    test
  3. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Joined:
    Feb 3, 2002
    Messages:
    55,612
    the hands of god i severed - warning headed,
    i cried "why must i suffer?" before he pleaded,
    but i never took as much as greed-did-
    i just took enough to say i got what i needed!
    wait, what was that? i call it DC philosohpical-
    droppin enough ILL spit to kill a hospital but still be comical,
    im astronimical gastrointestinal phenomenal -
    fuck that im more sacred to hip hop than the brahma bull! -
    is to hinduism,
    im like god cuz im always in ya visions spittin wisdom!
    im condemned, on the life network spittin rhymes for friends,
    trading dimes for tens im moving deeper-under,
    yall can keep yer thunder cuz im of what the weaker wonder
    test
  4. Poetic Concept

    Poetic Concept New Member

    Joined:
    Mar 10, 2006
    Messages:
    382
    "yall can keep yer thunder cuz im of what the weaker wonder "

    Deeper than victoria secret covers, skin smackin like we greet each;
    with hi 5s, cats with 9 lives, get reduced to nil, cuz my goons shoot to kill
    if it takes 9 we send twelve to roof to spill,
    the route to the mil can be filled with stray bullets and clique gangs
    Cause niggas thrive on cents paid, so hey if u got sense dont come my way
    Niggas slain on a daily, Brenda been a hoe and shes goin on her 8th babiy
    Its crazy niggas been actin tough lately, we snuff niggas n drink baileys
    You bitches barely faze me, We aiming to kill none of our shells grazing
    test
  5. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Joined:
    Feb 3, 2002
    Messages:
    55,612

    shellz grazing, deaths my best friend and hell's amazing,
    smells great, spit these rhymes and ill always end up fading,
    entertaining, remaining on top of it -
    spitting this mostly off topic shit after a hot-spliff!
    out of providence the truth to life i will not-miss!
    watch me drop-this weight of a thousand horses,
    with more grace than a thousand porche's i manuever courses -
    and with a sly hand I remove your fortunes!
    im in the slickest guild,
    while other emcees in the game try ta snitch-ya-skills,
    its a bitter pill cuz they go small an i go bigger still,
    im so phat i dont fit the bill, im healthy aside that my shit be ILL!
    test
  6. Bar nigga

    Bar nigga 314 STL Ancient of daze..

    Joined:
    Jan 26, 2009
    Messages:
    2,463
    victims of circumstance....
    from birth to man......
    times is bad
    considerin burglar plans
    armed heists on money vans
    saint lou, crime nation
    murder land
    born in the worst of lands
    first is last witness the omen
    end times is approachin
    they poisoned the oceans
    got me
    lookin for hailstones and locusts
    mega tsunamis hittin the coasts and
    nuke blasts 3rd war 6th seal broken
    i know it from dreams God showed'em
    im
    overly focused seperate the..
    friends that know'em
    from the friends thats posin'..
    and good girls from ones that hoe'n
    cut the..
    heads off fakes turnt snake like
    pharoahs staff and moses..
    foolishness
    numerous times i
    tried to take a stand..
    but illusionists
    manipulate perceptions i have..
    dreams is like Inception i,
    should sue for copyright cash...
    black tallyban, middle finger to KKKlan
    blunt in my hand
    gun on my hip saggin my pants
    come and get me here i am
    smokin purple haze like cam
    baggin up grams
    hopin this product scrams
    ill-logical obstacles
    left me forced to re work plans
    fingerprints and retinal scans
    im mad the mark of the beasts at hand..
    test
  7. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Joined:
    Feb 3, 2002
    Messages:
    55,612

    this makes my head expand
    damn the high command
    i dont want anyone to say
    that-he-ran
    i want them to say that he struck a blow
    firsthand
    not a new-brand, citizens thats pitchin-in
    a victim takin a lickin'
    no im talkin bout the one
    thats givin the kickin untill-we-win!
    cant get no satisfaction
    cuz bad acid flashbacks
    arent my only distraction
    tell it how it is
    and make a sick-joke
    its just allergic reactions to your cyber-disco!
    fuck the ministers-of-pollution
    blowin hot air
    now were sick from the sinister-collusion
    "mommy can i leave the table?"
    "not untill you finish-your-transfusion!"
    optical allusion
    will have us forgive the intrusions
    for the confusion we're new in to who-wins
    its not fair!
    test
  8. JASON ANTHONY

    JASON ANTHONY White Devil

    Joined:
    Mar 10, 2010
    Messages:
    18,487
    I got a hot fair, She’s got hair,
    Think I’ll take her down to my boy’s house, there’s pot there,
    We can smoke some, chill and poke fun,
    I hate the way my verse is going… it’s so dumb,
    Let’s start over, stab a bitch with a sharp poker,
    Chain her up and bar code her, before I start to choke her,
    Broke her, fuck, now I need a new bitch,
    Fuck it… I need another one like I need 2 dicks,
    I run this mufucka, cats wish they could hang,
    Wish they could be in on it when they bitch is gettin the train,
    Cypher swag, you’ve never heard nicer, fag,
    Catch me at the mall with my bitch, kids, and a diaper bag.
    test
  9. Bar nigga

    Bar nigga 314 STL Ancient of daze..

    Joined:
    Jan 26, 2009
    Messages:
    2,463
    if
    this was the league i'd be MVP
    over 10ooos bars spit easily, free
    a demon is he, pardon my genes
    um, arguably..smarter is he..
    darker is he..spartan physique
    the game, well often it be
    full of haters or snakes that sneak
    u believe..true is me, either
    musically or kickin that shit u feel
    like, nigga..this between u and me
    usually i'm abusin the scene
    polo'd stl fitted's
    cargo LRG's
    the envy is me so how anti friendly is me
    ar15s inf beam, thats simply for beef..
    i kennedy thieves get, shot while u ridin
    prophet of Isaac, twistin up lime shit
    its all about timin, never trust
    a big booty wit a face thats smiley'n
    so i keep a decent booty hoe
    act kinda moody tho
    insecure, of
    yours truly tho
    red the moolie-o
    ok face but the bitch she stylin'
    intricate rhymin, got hoes payin fa fine dinin'...
    like, "daddy its on me..baby i got you"
    i'm like bet bitch, n' sit back reclinin'
    nevermindin stress
    mindframe still on the jects it grew me tho..
    so that mean u cant move me so
    these clever-ly designed
    lines'll suffice, im forever nice...
    livin a gangsta paradise no coolio...
    test
  10. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Joined:
    Feb 3, 2002
    Messages:
    55,612
    livin a gangsta paradise no coo-li-o
    I break down heavy metals like ronnie james di-o!
    audio levels beyond our soundcape - ears searing,
    fears clearing the mere shearing that the weird bring,
    makes ya hear things from bangs to near rings when fearing,
    im the top tier king, PHD in rhyme bio-engineering,
    like painters tape to rules im never fully adhering,
    domineering, super troop commander -
    food to puke is like me and truth is to the answer!
    move like a panther, kill the beast like luke did to ran-cor,
    im more main than Bangor, tongue to thigh-cancer -
    I got more money notes than the vatican fi-nancer,
    my sly anger leaves competition deceased,
    haunting their nightmares with repeat visions of beasts,
    im the reverend droppin ism's in sheets -
    dominating everyone from victims to creeps!
    killin paper with pens leaving written's in heaps,
    im killin animal beats ta cuts with snippits and bleeps...
    test
  11. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Joined:
    Feb 3, 2002
    Messages:
    55,612
    snippets and bleeps
    doesnt take a pill to slip into sleep
    im like a rabid game cat with how i rip into beefs,
    ice cold never forgivin the thief's
    always smoked out like pipes given to chiefs!
    ridden with grief and another chance
    mess this one get ate by the gutter rats
    studder stance,
    cold clock an emcee with a butter glance
    never outlasted
    no matter the role or how you classed it - im classic
    saw the finish line and ran passed it
    big shots like this plan's massive mad dashes,
    more hooligan than fan clashes
    get ate like a jam sandwhich an choke on the damn ashes
    alls not red through rose colored glasses
    test
  12. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Joined:
    Feb 3, 2002
    Messages:
    55,612
    alls not red through rose colored glasses

    i can breathe easy
    im so fly ill always be above those smothered masses
    thrown more punches than brother cassius
    im a rhyme pugalist
    the art of the buddha fist, never coulda missed
    touch me get bitten like kissin a barracuda's lips
    rhymes dedicated to the medicated
    never hesitated, rose above the simple hatred
    celebrated by the educated till i was sainted
    pictures ive painted
    came to life like pain an strife for the jaded
    never faded but do partake enough to say im shaded
    twisted like hair's braided
    armour plated
    too much devastation for your level savin'
    wanna see a champ?
    check my xbox live profile's medal ratin'
    apart of the galactic federation
    a jedi, also known for contemplatin while my cheddars bakin
    test
  13. Gamblers

    Gamblers New Member

    Joined:
    Aug 23, 2010
    Messages:
    2
    This aint a normal cypher, its a cypher for respect/
    So when im typin up these bars, im doin it with no regrets/
    Im not sayin im top tier, or tryna be the best/
    I havent made a track, or even met a vet/
    im here to fuck around like i would with a brunette/
    Your probly masturbate while watching chat-roullete/
    Im not tryna pose a threat, or make anyone upset/
    but the only time you free is when your chillen in tibet/
    that did not make the slightest bit of sence/
    I must confess, i probably failed the test/
    I used the same end rhymes over and over again/
    feelin tired as shit, need to go to bed/
    i am done for now..... gimme my respect!!!!!!!!:hammer::funny:
    test
  14. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

    Joined:
    Mar 11, 2007
    Messages:
    917
    If i could rewind time
    i would take tha gun out my cuz hand
    give him a blunt, kick a rhyme -n- chill
    damn, but i can't
    so i'm hopeless, i get drunk till i faint
    i feel tha pressure
    everybody pain on my shoulders
    i gotta get paid, i'm say'n imma soulja
    an if i die, on my hunt for riches
    don't cry, jus retaliate on them stupid bytchez
    i told my mom's, imma be a boss
    she laughed an said ''boy u lost''
    who can i run to, when i' need to confide
    is there any real niggaz left on my side?(no)
    lonely, is how us ghetto niggaz die
    just because we live in sin, we evil?
    Thats partially true, what about tha kkk killin kids before they legal
    years of oppression an poverty, drive ya crazy
    make ya wanna shoot somebody an make em lazy (vegatable)

    quick free jus some true words
    (my mind)
    test
  15. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Joined:
    Feb 3, 2002
    Messages:
    55,612
    make em lazy

    plucked like forsaken naked daisy's
    cant contemplate maybe, my nights are hazy
    whos got it? whos got the product?
    i need ta burn and get blowed up like sawdust
    expelled from the league for raw-conduct
    end of august, i have them leaves turnin
    smoke so potent i even leave the thieves burnin
    satellite images of the seas churning
    moments of silence which you dont sneeze during
    shit i flip more kicks than jackie chan playing for the NY nicks
    leavin enemies belittled like Too $horts bitch
    and im the key to the lotto like "whos your picks?"
    test
  16. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

    Joined:
    Mar 11, 2007
    Messages:
    917
    i see u

    Only time i cry, iz when i die
    tearz of joy, neva ask y.
    Will i fry? I'm hell bound
    hard to kill, fareal i break tha seal
    on my bottle, take a puff then i swallow...no homo
    this vodka -n- bacardi got me plottin a 2-11
    send me to hell, send u to heaven
    i can't repent, i'm feel'n helpless
    i'm kinda selfish, but i still show love
    i use to be shell, now i don't give a fuck
    if i die, don't cry jus act tha same
    as if i was alive, ignore my pain
    year'z of mental, an physical strain
    on my heart got me think'n an livin insane
    will i rise? Or will i perish?
    Ffffffffff....21 gun salute fo ev'ry thing i cherish.
    test
  17. Poetic Concept

    Poetic Concept New Member

    Joined:
    Mar 10, 2006
    Messages:
    382
    21 gun salute for ev'ry thing I cherish,
    21 guns'll shoot leave'n ur house barren
    paris n london trips, mazzaradi,
    got me feelin paparratzi flicks
    unlockin, cockin, watchin the popcorn lift,
    pine slip, added wit acid and codine
    take off the coating, if i was an oc I od'd,
    openly dominating,
    swervin like im ocillation, ocular occupations,
    awkward sensation manipulation
    broke like a collage painting,
    tighter than niki minaj waist is,
    test
Thread Status:
Not open for further replies.

Share This Page

Users Viewing Thread (Users: 0, Guests: 0)