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  1. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    Freestylin' like I'm Erick Estrada, my pen's hotter/
    Gotta... the top notcher




    should be getting laid but theres too many cock blockers -
    i hang with rhymesayers not talkers, block watchers
    I slang so many bars i stop robbers
    and i have more patience than hot doctors
    my spits gettin wiped off more chins than dog slobbers
    This MC will always go out like a pimp - cuz i keep company with knob gobblers
    call me Glad cuz lifes a cinch, Im like jane goodall and the mics a chimp
    when i walk i dont have the sleightest limp
    Readers Digest blimp
    wait what? lol
    ill beat the heavyest to the lightest wimp
    so phat im like the Stay puff' -
    and i grabbed the mic and started speakin this great stuff
    frequently stay tough cuz im like crazy glue
    my momma lowered her gaze but she never raised a foo'
    im more dope than this haze and i just blazed a few
    i smoke more bud than a jamaican rasta raised a jew, lace ya crew
    it must be life that im facin too
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  2. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    facin' too, rhymes I'm embraced into/
    wit monumental, signals, that be tazing through//
    lyrical jewels to bruise, a couple of fools, a couple of tools/
    poke through, just pummeling fools//
    These, humbling rules, be stumbling fools/
    who be, plottin' the news , where misogony rules//
    that just honesty fool, bombing just abolishing fools/
    then after that chill, and pull out a pack of KOOLS//
    back when I use to smoke, I use to toke to let the time pass/
    or after I get sick for studying for the test I had in class//
    my vocals here to thrash, leave you mentally gassed/
    as the instrumental pass, I'm passin' by like a war-clash//
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  3. merkage

    merkage New Member

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    ''as the instrumental pass, I'm passin' by like a war-clash''


    and bombs'll make yah scars gash,u tard fag
    aint no soft writtens on this hard pad
    merkage writes sick and my plot's tight
    faggot niggas sittin on 5 dicks,thinkin they top 5
    i pop nines,u catch so many shots.ull have a hang over
    and when i bang toasters,itll alter reign(all terain)like range rovers
    my gun will make fall ''head over heels' like its got a thang for yah
    i dont want anything to do with you strange flowers
    merk lerks from the shadows,im what u chumps cant see
    im known to bring rage into rhythem like krump dancing
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  4. 27SOSA

    27SOSA the finisher

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    im known to bring rage into rhythem like krump dancing,
    what in the fuck does dance bring,
    I'm an animal,
    known to pull out gatlings,
    wanna fuck around I rap rings,
    round you muthafuckin faggot fuckas thinkin they bring,
    the hardcore fuckin rapping
    they betta to sing,
    you betta to bring,
    a fuckin gunsling,
    unloaded no gat,
    cuz that what your rap bring,
    leaves no wondering that,
    you sittin here writing,
    under attack,
    from emcees that rip you,
    no wonder you wack,
    this ain't my style,
    this is crap,
    makes me wonder in fact,
    why i'm wasting time writing,
    and muttering crap,
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  5. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    muttering crap, man, I'm uttering facts... exact, pass the mic back/
    don't you hear them hi-hat's?, plus the bassline blowin' up the track like landmine//
    I define, lines, just to break-um, freestyles quick to say, quick to play them/
    out like fake Zen, wannabe Jim Kelly, Talkin' on a Celly, smoking black-n-milds//
    Got me attackin' childs, with a well developed style, sweeter than Country Time Lemonade/
    This is the sickest flave, so don't ever misbehave, against an audio slave/
    Spittin raps while others rave, with they hand's in the air/
    Bizkit's a bear, laughing at me, but it ain't fair, not even if you had a car/
    Could you travel out this far, to a far distance, yeah, for instance//
    This lyrical precision, beyond precise envision's, cut like inscions/
    rip your divison, of mic wannabe's, so what you wanting, G?//
    You ain't wantin' me, my technical, slash respecticle, condraceptic flow/
    Is sort of impeccable, chin checkin' flows, and takin' out all my foes//
    while sittin' on 4's, with the candy paint, show you what you ain't/
    Tank that to bank, and watch out for foes with the shank//
    and update your rank/
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  6. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    Fortified live, playin' "Spy Vs Spy",/
    wide eyed like a firework show on the Fourth of July//
    what do you imply when you say, "you got to win Scribblejam"?/
    And Thesaurus is the best rapper, your just another rappers challegin'//
    Makes me think about who I am as a human being/
    When I was a young child, before all the rapping dreams//
    None the 'ish, mattered, Nobody was more important than my parent's/
    Now I'm questionin' my self worth, to me now battling is apparent//
    A bunch of fake dudes, and too many fans/
    Cuz at the end of the day were all mc's under the hip hop fam//
    But I only got myself to blame, And I need to quit complainin'/
    I just want my fellow mc's to see the lyrical rhymes I'm sayin'//
    Went to Scratch Academy, and tried to take a class/
    But I deemed it a rip off, for $400 6-week class//
    But I want to do somethin' positive, week to week on the craft/
    And thought the best way to do it was in a educational path//

    tryin' to keep it going..
    [funny]
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  7. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    And thought the best way to do it was in a educational path


    i hesitate and then laugh, cuz after rhymin i realize my lines-are-ass
    some say just dont rhyme-so-fast, i just tell em in my head that
    im doing a million calculations for possible rhymes-with-math!
    im a cold calculated mathmetician straight killin addition
    fullfilling a mission when crunchin numbers-
    cuz im an above average mc with chilling ambition sinkin #2's like plumbers
    or fat chicks, on the mic spittin off the wall shit cuz i bounced off a mattress
    wack scripts, i be the baddest of the bad, my flame's out like used matches
    and now im a murderer killin scripts like Hitler's SS-
    fuck the unsigned hype in the SOURCE kid im the next best
    layin it down like Tetris
    playin the clown like i want you to laugh at me
    but tragically i pulled out my A-K and sprayed ya automatically
    portrayed a mean gaze for days
    between haze and rays its amazing how ive made this maze
    stayed the pace like a heartbeat,
    most mc's in the game sound bitch like bartspeak
    but my rhymes steady amaze weirdos like i had an exhibit during artweek
    fuck you art geek, i impart heat, dont need your black glasses and large teeth
    ill battle a soldier bareknuckles, cold stare, feet bare, and rare chuckles
    rip out his heart with his own fist and still have the guts to stare down his uncles
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  8. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    my best Canibus Impression.. : ) lol....


    to stare down his uncles, my lyrical, atmospherical,/
    produces endless amounts of lyrical miracles, to hopefully enhance inside of the physical//
    I here they've located the lochness monster/
    I wonder if it was in an MC form, from a cat who spit like Blanca?//
    Soakin' in the sauna, tokin' the Ganja/
    This Pirahna bite sharks and python's//
    Lyrical-mic Don', Call me Tony "Spit-Sick" Prano/
    change the channel, scientifical, like being a mammal//
    a Freakin' Vandal, quick with "And 1" Handles/
    Leavin' you scrambled, and shook so bad/
    Cuz the "Shake-n-Bake", was probably faster than 'The Flash'//
    Yea Right. The flows air-tight, I take flight/
    Light up the Skyline like an Aircrafts Brakelights//
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  9. N. Cognito

    N. Cognito As Himself

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    go home or put up a great fight/ these fakes like to take bites/
    off tha shish cobob but aint ready for Nito T-bone steak sliced/
    by the pound, i flow too tough for irrigation i break pipes/
    like mo'nique ridin a anorexic dude's dick, that aint right/
    sick as a entreprenuer when he vomits calua/
    i'm bout as sick as that smell that comes from the sewer/
    plug ya nostrils/ butterfinger scrubs cannot hold/
    my rhythm, you daydreamin in a hot tub with hot hoes/
    if you think other wise/ you scream up a cry/for help
    this a lyrical gunfight, quit use-ing butterknives/
    i spit thru teeth fucka nine, if u weak suckas try/
    you'll leave broke-spirited i'll have u sniff-ing up a line/
    another helpless victim of N. Cognito/
    cause people to drop dead like injectin small needles/in the arm
    fetal position is what they'll curl up in/
    20 bar cypher, rush in and hurl up ten/lines
    add another 8 to diminish a fool/
    ...and then i'll use the final two for the finishing move...
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  10. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    For the finishing move, how I'm injurin' fools/
    like, "Get over here", when Sega Genesis ruled//
    I remember, back when I first saw Mortal Kombat at the arcarde/
    You knew it was a hit from the rage in the voices the fighters made//
    Before the final stage you had to Fight Goro/
    A rare type of creature, that fought with four-arms as a feature//
    these sickening heat-seekers, prolly melt-ya speakers/
    Send fools running for the fire-hydrant by the parking meter//
    Prettier than Meagan Goode on "My Cousin' Skeeter"/
    I'm Old-school like beepers, and Ancient Rome and Julious Ceasar//
    My tongue-lash'll slash, like if the Stock-Market crashed/
    have Stock Brokers trading so fast, you could call it a gym-class//
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  11. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    have Stock Brokers trading so fast, you could call it a gym-class


    i move within mass, and im so phat im on slim fast
    i know all and the secrets of nimh's trash
    ill leave ya chin smashed,
    ill kick a rhyme that will beat the best thai fighter
    and i'll still make the work week like a 5 nighter
    dont need no highlighter to make it obvious
    but when i call the hotline it better be anonymous
    I animate words in the subconscious
    mental synapses jump and theres more with responses
    advancments of a novice? naw more like enhancement of promise
    im so fly i dance wit da comets,
    leave so many holes in emcees they need gromets
    and im so sick i breathe vomit
    slicing up sentences like a ronin, roamin across pads of paper
    bad behavior, flowing with rhymes like currents in the ocean
    the pads my savior, takin so many lives they have ta sign a waver
    thats quite the notion, everytime i rhyme my line's a favour
    im X'in more emcees than a dealer does ravers
    im realer than flavours, so underground to find me you need cavers
    or maybe just a radar-
    dont worry, im underground its not like i can go far
    im so stupid i bowled par, lol
    but still strong-armin emcess leavin em thrown far
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  12. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    "but still strong-armin emcees leavin em thrown far"

    stay on ya guard, cuz at night the bed bugs bite/
    it's on, on sight, in the "cyphers" where I like freewrite//
    Get it right, like it's supposed to be/ Now who posed to be?/
    A fuggin' imitation, with hella limitations//
    This sick intimidation'll prolly rip up ya nation/
    with improvasation, along with sick ass demonstration//
    Where I'm posed to be? out far or locally/
    Quit provokin' me, fugg what you hope'ning//
    Gonna happen, the king meet's the captain/
    Constantly attackin', while I'm freestyle-rappin'/
    Adaptin' to all the new sceneries, smokin' on the greenery/
    got me kind of silly-G, like confetti and silly string//
    This kid'll bling, and shine briter than those diamond things/
    On those those rhyming things, I'm 4-life, like those wedding rings//
    Type obscene, rip up more than half of your team/
    until you wake out of your dream, with saliva drewling on you mean//
    know what I mean, don't make me get upset and scream/
    and eat up on ya team, just like it's was a jelly bean//
    most kid's is philonious, not like Thelonious Monk/
    My knickel bag of funk, old school like Art Monk//
    Man I get it Crunk
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  13. N. Cognito

    N. Cognito As Himself

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    "My knickel bag of funk, old school like Art Monk//
    Man I get it Crunk"

    in my hand i grip a blunt / cant stand, im liquor drunk / quick to jump wit punch - lines, a backhanded fist ta punch /
    a dude upside tha fourhead, i have entered in tha midst / of battle, gotta come rude and inconsiderate /
    you'll get tha picture quick when i flip the middle bitch, "fuck u!" / my new slogan / come wit ibuprofen /
    for excortiating pain / escort these david blaine pranksters elsewhere, or they'll get smoked like newports, cremating brains /
    a gory place ta hang is anywhere i'm involved / im spittin acidic saliva, leaving minds dissolved /
    so when i grab a mic, for you it's time to crawl / inside a fox hole, or get broke like china dolls /
    or better yet, tuck ya tail and hide behind ya broad / i define whats raw, rippin shit up without tha tiger claws /
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  14. Bonnie Bathory

    Bonnie Bathory New Member

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    i define whats raw, rippin shit up without tha tiger claws

    Which guy heres jaws slip tighter raw spits ill fight em all
    and have this cypher mauled on site like termites on a wall
    These mice or men again im lost, they all seem so soft
    Fuck it either way because they all being offed...
    I'll be seein all your moms, and yall should worry bout her
    cuz once I found her,
    I'm gonna pound her like Im groundin curry powder...
    Curvy and dirty minded, I'm fine and my raps are the finest...
    Sure, I'll sign ya hats kids but just leave rap to your highness...
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  15. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    ya highness, is what I've advised kids/
    So recognize it, before I devide swift//
    With tactics, sick like asthmatics/
    watch the scene get tragic, when I collapse ish//
    The term "fallin' off" I don't take "soft"/
    when I get in the pit and mosh, with more flavor than "Chicken Broth"//
    This kid be off, a few screws, headlines I make a few news/
    drinkin' more brews, than the "Alcoholiks" crew//
    Say I beg your pardon to dudes, get rid of the residue/
    Words? I spit a clever-few, sweeter than pair of tennis-shoes//
    How I finish fools, without even droppin' the jewels/
    A couple of clues: I don't think, just a little when I'm bustin' at fools//
    Not bustin' them tools, I'm mean I'm spittin' at fools/
    So hard, you can say that I be drinchin' them, too..//
    So yeah, what it do?, when I come through with the Kung-Fu/
    When I spit this mumbo-jumbo you'll think your where on a episode of "Columbo"//
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  16. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    Sure, I'll sign ya hats kids but just leave rap to your highness...

    chop ya wristwatch, and call ya timeless sprawl the prizes
    brawl with the poltergist bitch leave ya with alzheimers
    poor rhymers hope they'll get their call in Rap
    Hope its a telemarketer selling him all the crap
    when it comes to all of that im all of that
    and when it comes to concious rap cousin
    I'd rather get a concussion, Im sick of the fussin
    sick of the dumbshit, i'll be stepping on their toes
    give em fuckin bunions, Im not taking no bull- dog
    like george thompson
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  17. N. Cognito

    N. Cognito As Himself

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    Im not taking no bull- dog like george thompson

    nowdays rappers fore-frontin and bullshit is more constant /
    tellin lies behind tha mic when asked to form somethin /
    a scrub wit no hoes turns to a playa whose whore humpin /
    some broad, bumpin n grindin/ ive come to findings that they're all columbus
    wit broke compasses / dont know which direction to take /
    like a boy drunk an headed stragiht for the intersection wit brake
    fluid leakin empty / to me it simply shows they aint thinkin wit me /
    spittin lies / like tha DUIer who said he aint drink da whisky /
    c'mon now, real is how you gotta keep it wit me / i'll treat these whitney
    houston textcees like bobby and beat em sickly /ta let out those inner demons quickly...
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  18. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    i'll treat these whitney
    houston textcees like bobby and beat em sickly /ta let out those inner demons quickly...

    I seen it on the big screen, niqqahs having trouble wit 16's
    like michael jackson leaning at a boy's birthday party
    make sure I fly they wig, like im in the cockpit departing
    I outspit your drought, me my track record speaks w/ clout
    Like Michael Johnson at a trackmeet in a quarter mile
    Niggahs is shit, beefing with a cow
    with more meat to spare than you can feed in ya mowf
    put seeds in ya bitch mowf, semen go down
    so fast with speed see if my kids she can drown
    show you how to make ya bitch frown turn upside down
    cuz when I come up, she will go down
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  19. N. Cognito

    N. Cognito As Himself

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    cuz when I come up, she will go down

    in her face i'll bust a nut, i'll see ya hoe frown /
    speeze out my foam, give her hair streaks n go to town /
    how could she be tha type for marrying / takin off wedding rings /
    to take da cock merrily / blaze da pot rarely /
    considering hurting yo feelings / after birthin yo children /
    you'll see a brith mark-- "Cognito was here" / drip sperm when skull drillin
    like construction workers / im tha fuckin pervert / bustin
    turn up "slob on my knob" and adjust it for her /
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  20. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    Kick mc's to the curb, my venomous words,/
    leave mc's stripped and served, they just get on my nerves//
    they just get on my nerves, spit these swift, hitting verbs/
    Girls alway's say, "That, that guy's just a Perv"//
    Yea, word. I'm like lightning in a bottle/
    this is full throttle, you could call me a role model//
    Send tips out hollow, trippin' off 40oz bottles/
    Yeah, man, ya know me, silent like Shinobi//
    Pat ya pocket's fa what ya holding, have you consoling/
    while I'm enrolling, and constant stacking dough-an//
    Ya'll ain't rolling, how I'm controllin'/
    Bring the 4-4 in, either that or strollin'//
    That's how I be rolling, on a daily basis/
    Gymnasium style, running around 4 bases//
    Give you 4-facelifts, this style is kind of basic/
    But you know, I lace it, duct-tape, and just brace-ish//
    this persuasive, imaginatin', curageous/
    Is Nutrageous, like a Candy Bar, your just tasteless//
    with no kind of class, I got the upper hand/
    Nothin' but trouble, man. makin' sure that you just understand//
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