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

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

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  1. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    I guess i find out at the end of my existence


    the earths this big so I calculate its circumference diagram and chart continents
    map, coordinate its subordinates, cordially course my orbit through geograph
    mapquest portal hybrid images
    If you knew how quick this is, Tom Cruise wouldnt even knew what his mission is
    when I manuver moves I put lights out like you blew a fuse
    snatch chicks like aruba do complex the rubix cube
    you doing you? who is who? I give you the blues
    deeper than pools w/ the bonifide oracle
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  2. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    “deeper than pools w/ the bonafide oracle”
    I come with the future like the Oracle,
    but you can call me the architect, Who create this
    matrix of war on oil prices and writing bad checks,
    Call me a toy soldier with a bad hex,
    Mr. Sandman brings me a dream
    of 25 milla- meter rounds penetrating human brains
    I’m half man- half unit,
    controlled by a system that foul and putrid,
    I wear a fatigue fitted hat,
    with plates to the front to back
    with magazine and shell catchers
    with Infer red beams, this ain't no rappers Game
    I can see straight the those fiends
    Night vision and white pills to delaya Killers dreams
    I’m caught in a nightmare at, the beginning of insain
    Not even a Prophet could guide me out of this end game...​
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  3. R3DRUM

    R3DRUM Bloody Mary Jane

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    Not even a prophet could guide me out of this end game/
    I cant show no mercy when i send pain/
    I clog arteries and rip veins, im so insane/
    Like rappin, this drains out my temple, onto these keys/
    Just like blood, cause i refuse when cops want me to freeze/
    I cant fuckin decease, stop hauntin me please.these calibur slugs/
    But out comes the blood, but still aint losin no pressure/
    These words are food for aggression, also a proof ima blessin/
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  4. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    These words are food for aggression, also a proof ima blessin

    when im lost I let the words lead out direction
    and with skills in my possession I stay out indebtness
    My tv screens lay out flat like texas
    wit so many inches I blow out a bitch's tendons
    next day she sendin the kid text messages
    askin to come over hopin I pull out some extensions
    Im scientific supplyin the business
    So true to this game I think im sacreligious
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  5. Legacy Weapon

    Legacy Weapon New Member

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    So true to this game I think im sacreligious
    So addicted to it ..I dissed my own religion
    So sick with it ..my kidneys always itchin
    So quick and fluid ..I broke my jaw and needed stitches
    but i kept spittin while they fuckin tried to stitch it
    So i left those nurses with burning liquid on their lipstick
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  6. Jim ManyCricket

    Jim ManyCricket SikSika Nation

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    So i left those nurses with burning liquid on their lipstick

    my scripts are encoded and encrypted
    flows so buttery even i tend ta slip - but the mic remains tight when i grip it,
    devoted and indifferent - poet and magician
    known to continue a rhyme like its the next tradition
    fightin extradition,
    known ta sex ya women while you wait for ya "extra chicken"
    its like whiplash cuz thats how their necks are stricken
    my sheets? - got extra linen,
    my enemies? - their textiles thinin',
    they spendin all day on a verse while i wreck childs grinnin...
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  7. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    they spendin all day on a verse while i wreck childs grinnin...
    They Text-in sex to they girls, and left lost in wet linens
    You sin-in, I’m at home completing the 11th rule
    Thou shall not commit false judgments or play the fool
    So haters shut it,Keep ya eyes open,
    read to listen for a royal subject is spit-in,
    lyrics that melt like butter
    and Sprews spit like a Benchwarmer,
    I see how dope boies get that cheddar,
    they blind to a change 4 they forever gutter .
    As they shutter true hustlers true home flows
    Visualize me proof hail resistance like the roof,
    You don’t got structure to pave the way clown
    Just try to burn me down,
    you be pay-in me now,
    I’m insured with platinum shingle,
    6 goes Under Ground starting a new coalition,
    without the filth
    With out the guilt,
    just truth with out the masquerade of beggar's ,
    Creat a league of extraordinary writers,
    we custom made, never the one's to be called bitters
    Like I said nicca I GOT YA 6,
    With a Diamond chisel and extra Roc slips,
    A’ busted ski mask and a bag full of rhymes
    wrote on platinum slips....
    Got me ask-in lets Co-lab KID​
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