Drop a rhyme wit me, (just run wit it) etc.

Discussion in 'Cypher' started by Finally, Mar 23, 2006.

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  1. Finally

    Finally RaP bAsTaRd

    Dec 20, 2005
    Ya punch lines suck so I'ma rupture ya guts after I puncture ya nuts/
    plus ya bitch wants ta discuss weekends a lust/
    I'm sorta seekin a puerta rican for the freakin, a slut/
    even if she speaks the shit I'ma leapin in her butt/
    why she walk like her legs sprained? cuz my dicks as big as her crutch/
    I got her pussy too, it didnt take much/
    She got my dick why the fuck would she want trust?
    (i dont know just run wit it I'm bored)
  2. jvski

    jvski New Member

    Mar 24, 2006

    I dont talk about sex to strangers - seems amature
    or about texts on close-circuit cameras, Soul manager!
    I dont search limewire for songs, thats a lie but...
    I still pay I-Tunes... (dot-dot) you'd understand if you Write-Tunes
    I see patterns on digital clocks.. Its just my head.
    But, i hope the feedback is good cos' Its committed to Thread
    My language is limiting. But theres still no Cutting-In...
    God save me from this Big Band Roc' La Famile Style Flooding-in
    Read again my first few bars, what do You-think?
    I said 'I' almost repeatedly and flow sounds stolen from Blueprint

  3. Most of these artists in the industry are utterly stupid
    I hold my ground underneath and represent massachusetts
    with the mic in my hand I'm never hesitant with fluid
    windows down bumping systems I cruise through a blizzard
    on my way to pump a round into harry potter the wizzard
    a little twist on a tale of misfortunes I'm about to picture
    and I spit scourtchin' words from hell fresh never stale
    that's the end of the motherfuckin' tale
  4. Finally

    Finally RaP bAsTaRd

    Dec 20, 2005
    I got em like suction on my nuts they suckin/
    I'ma bust in her mouth hold up.. I'm eruptin/
    Pumps for chumps dont make assumptions/
    I'ma dust-kicka wit nuts-bigga and u nuthin/
  5. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

    Apr 5, 2003
    nut's bigga and you nothin' what I spit's digustin'/
    Prolly cause concussion, a nig known for bustin'//
    Drinkin' some schmirnoff russian like mickael gorbachav/
    I'll toast and award your loss, this loser is like randy moss//
    Your a fag with lip gloss, I'm pissed off at all costs/
    get in the pit and mosh, and leave you mentally lost//
    mention the boss'll prolly get you physically tossed/
    My ability, to see you flee is worthy of costs//
  6. Vampiric Vizion

    Vampiric Vizion tHe MoSt eViL

    Jul 18, 2001
    I've got a big ass dick and you got a big ol ass
    Let me cum all ova ya face and let you drink my splash
    I'm hung like Jesus torturin weaklings through all seasons
    Beastin wit an indian headress on so this blunt im chiefin
    When its the weekend these bitches is leapin
    On my dick as I deepen the tweaken my cum seeps in
    Virginity Im stealin
    Ho's I'm feelin
    Sluts ain't shieldin
    I'm fuckin em at least 200 positions per second
    gettin wreckless as i suck there breastes
    Eatin that pussy just gives me indigestion
    it aint no question don't be a mole crawl out that hole
    Cause I got a dick that looks like a 50 foot flag pole nigga whut
  7. Da New Kid

    Da New Kid New

    Apr 7, 2003
    Ridiculous shit Im spittin' thru scripts
    my rhymin' thought process meticulous, bitch
    grind in the projects with niqqaz who'll eat
    The food off ya plate, SWI runnin'
    dudes out the state, pull my tool out and spray
    you fools in the face, take ya jewels and ya dame
    Im poppin' off shit I shouldn't
    wait till fear hits you like bullets
    runnin' up from behind, in the shadow
    simbolizin' the end of ya life with the barrel
    and I won't stop...
    until you reach the bright end of the tunnel, pal
    It was lightin' when I gunned you down...
  8. .:Pain:.

    .:Pain:. Futurely J. Keeper

    Dec 4, 2005
    Some clowns choose the street life to be right,
    These tykes soon find truth shines b-right,
    Each life is unique, each rhyme that we speak,
    Is a siren to grief, if it's that time of the week,
    We rhyme from our feet, freak lines till we meet,
    Our end, down then we elevate our souls,
    Out of that hole, bring back joy for the fellaz waitin' at home,
    We break down the facts of life, through tracks,
    We take down the actors like bad newscasts...
  9. Gsus

    Gsus aka Wordz bka G. Legit

    Jun 25, 2003

    My spits classic, kinda like I was tryin to bring be-bop back dude...
    see my flows so animated, you'll jump back the way they leap out at u/
    I spit sick from threads to yahoo chatrooms...dont make me brag...
    See u would think I was Dame the way I get sistas like Stacy Dash/ (Im quotin that)
    Yall should take notes like this is class...u heard right, I said it...
    cuz if battlin was an arcade game...yall nigga would really need extra credits/
    Winnings my fetish...so Im grindin like the Clipse when it comes to rhymin...
    So u know Im servin this beef like waiters when customers dine in/
    Im not a doc, I dont practice, whats the point in tryin...
    so think about it, and you'll get it...
    cuz the thought of my spits makin ya'll sick...like u found out ya girl had AIDs after u hit it/
  10. .44mag

    .44mag New Member

    Apr 6, 2006
    i'll wipe mcz off tha stage lika nuclear catalyst/
    send ma enemyz 20,000 leaguez unda tha sea like tha nautilus/
    me n ma soljaz livin life we don care whut you wanna call us/
    we tha legendary but ova all we tha unextrordinary/
    we bein viewed all ova tha world like live wit regis n kelly/
    we midwest worriorz but not like chingy or nelly/
    tha rhymez we spit r realer dan whut ya see on tha telly/
  11. Toucan_Sam1

    Toucan_Sam1 aka 2can Shakur

    Aug 17, 2003
    turn the lights out, this place is my house/
    /i might as well erase my face like whiteout
    cuz y'all cant see me like mase's eyebrows//
    i'm the illest rapper to hold the cordoninants//patrol the subordinates//
    look for hookers to punch in the mouth for a roll of quarters//
    this cypher's dead but i bring it back to life with my hyper meds//
    i fell off a flight of steps and landed on a bed of spiderwebs//
  12. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Feb 3, 2002
    spiderwebs, man am i live or dead?
    mc wit a boonie flo - but it doesnt make me a rider, Jebb
    met an old prophet who said-
    hip hop's a dog be prepared fa her ta ride ya leg
    I put wack cats on layaway like a hide-a-bed
    paranoid, made a shelter to survive the dread
    never ate too much sorta like hes kinda fed
    a ladies man, a pro at tastin tha ass-
    wore a cape and mask wit colors like vagina red
    tell him the bad news, I did what i was told cuz simon said
    hold on to that for me till i get out the hooskow
    ill need some coverage when im loose like goose down
    i produce sound, physically reduce clowns
    crush domes like melons - complete with that juice sound
  13. Toucan_Sam1

    Toucan_Sam1 aka 2can Shakur

    Aug 17, 2003
    juice sound, hit you with my true rounds//
    niggaz act gangsta but i ax em like "watchu gone do now"//
    bout to take a poo now//
    Straight spitting Zoo sound//
    I'm true now, y'all just fool 'round//
    Shit, I can prolly get you murdered by two clowns//
    It doesn't matter, y'all manufactured//
    Like 50 cent, you a wanksta//
    Smack ya then grab ya bitch ass proper//
    While she sucks my crotch after//
    cuz y'all w1ggers just a buncha actors//
    I'm a canibal, eating u faggots like animal crackers//
  14. Nile Nykon

    Nile Nykon New Member

    Aug 10, 2005
    it gets drastic, cut you up wit pieces of plastic
    elastic wit languange designed to lead you to madness
    i slash fabric, these weak cats get they asskicked
    dislocate they limbs, and take they bitch like magic
    fuck how mad you get, you frontin actin like a dope addict
    i use my razor tongue when i spit, you can get hit wit it
    sliced wit it, little bitch, make you leave my kingdom
    you get punkd all the time, and then some
    i hit you wit a stun gun, take your bitch and cum in her cunt
    i took her for fun, used her for a few hours then got lunch
    i gotta hunch, that your the weakest motherfucker in the bunch
    thats why everytime crew sees youy your eyes get punched
    you get lunged, into the flames of hell i open before you
    you get no last words before i tear thru you
    you shouldnt have fucked around, now you screwed dude
    you shoulda just stay silent like every other fag in your crew

    just sound shit i wrote out stream of conscience
  15. Nile Nykon

    Nile Nykon New Member

    Aug 10, 2005
    i like this shit man, im really feelin the scheme
  16. Kastle

    Kastle New Member

    Apr 18, 2006
    Oh It's been awhile but Ima take a stab at it...

    listen I'm the truth when it comes to spittin writtens...
    I been doin this cypher shit since ya bitches droopy pussy was still a kitten...
    I'm never missin, when I toss out a death blow...
    leave you punch drunk like u clubbin wit Tash & J-Ro...
    Say ho, U think u tough then do somethin...
    But dont man up if the rest of ya crew bluffin...
    Cuz I break bread wit killers, smoke blunts and stunt...
    U a punk, so seal ya lips tyte as a virgens c***...
    Tyte as a vise I got ya life in my grasp...
    wit a grip on the clasp I cock back to smash...
    any mu'f***a wit a question to ask...
    or an opinion to stress, yes this is the test...
    you gonna walk on water, or drown wit the rest?....

    hmmmm.... a lil rusty I'd say but what tha hell
  17. 6ftground


    Jun 22, 2003
    I don’t wear a bullet proof vest
    Just double breast or two pieces,
    I stay well dress like Steve Harvey ..

    Won’t catch me with millers best
    on my breath, Just the best in my glass
    along side a fine piece of ass
    no truth or dare or influential friends on my list,
    They get dismissed, immature ain’t in my click,

    I’m about change and growing up
    you can stay peter pan if you want,
    I love the style and grace of being grown up,
    Put to rest the hate in ya chest,
    for whole holes the size of rhinos
    stop ya breath

    I’m no killa
    but I concealed a smith and wess
    with papers for the serve and protect flex,
    I’m the best no other contest could rep
    My point is the raced started and
    I'm always ahead of the rest...​
  18. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

    Sep 18, 2001
    My point is the raced started and I'm always ahead of the rest

    Listen, concept the content but dont take outta context
    u all vexed cuz my wrist look like Las Vegas
    I dont tip, you chose minimum wages
    when the pen hits the pages you turn fugitive in cages
    the style sacred like judo, that'll put you in a memorial
    getting real numbers not roman numerials
    connects out in rubidoux, a rep as a putho
    that causes hysteria like a bomb threats at ground zero
  19. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

    Feb 3, 2002
    that causes hysteria like a bomb threat at ground zero

    ya brown weirdo im 100x hotter - habanero,
    mad deniro, its sad when they act a hero
    Take these birds and make em scarecrows,
    you cant compare those, its solid evidence
    still havin cats high off my mental reminants,
    worship several sacriments- always packin mints,
    they couldnt figure my style if they had some hints
    rareflows, is bigfoot real? well my dads convinced!
    well past the fringe, i rhyme on a massive binge,
    and I still manage to master pens-
    on acid well passed the bends, and now the rapture ends
  20. 6ftground


    Jun 22, 2003
    Nice Won!

    "that causes hysteria like a bomb threats at ground zero"

    Worldly ways got me confused, like Ground Zero and
    judgment day is like a rubix -cube- unsolved to zeros
    Life's cubed and made to be destroyed like human existence
    Only GOD can Judge me in my existence ...
    why we see life as a monthly discharge
    come late to change
    like stripers periods in this existence
    Losing our souls in this evil existence
    this is something serious
    I pray for mans best wishes,
    GOD forgive us, .....
    Do we really hold life with out regard of new visions
    Do we live life in vanity rep "n" material existence...
    I guess i find out at the end of my existence​
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