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  1. Cadet_Karma

    Cadet_Karma I used to give a fuck....

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    Blood, sweat, and tears, they say im wise beyond my years
    I treat competitors like the youth, still wet behind the ears
    a vetern rookie? thats ironic, but still im prepared
    I stay on my feet, watching my back, on a stack of bibles I can swear
    you can say im arrogant, just a lil' cuz ya style is not to my liking
    me and failure dont mix like a felon and a gun license
    Im a fighter and, took a bite outta reality like Mike Tyson
    tie up my gloves, in the ring of life, and get the fighting
    I ran thru VA and DC with a vengeance but wasnt sniping
    betrayal is a bitch, you cross me and you walk the plank
    Im solider in street wars hiding out in tanks
    here to conquer ya rank and if you dont like that what you
    thank(think), ima run up on you str8 to the point........ blank!
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  2. I might have hit your girl turned out she was a skank
    watching Insomnia can't sleep visions of Hillary Swank
    my man packed a switch blade you could get shanked
    ground troops air strike support aiming behind a tank
    I maintain three sixty pitch tents if she has clean titty's
    it's hard living in this mean city infared gleams pretty
    feds scared to be gritty raw and uncut what the fuck
    I got subs in the trunk like kilo's try to see the sequal
    cursed with three six evil a mean bitch won't see you
    my shit is lethal weapon floor steppin' to your whore
    ask her to do my chores droped to zero then I score
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  3. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    ask her to do my chores droped to zero then I score

    my rhymes be nasty, theyre all an eye sore
    and my heights are extended just like a taller guys door
    buy more
    so i can make a profit and come off on top with-
    more shit, speakin of this topic - its all horseshit
    coppin rhymes like extortion
    he was married to the mob then divorced it - but he lost his portion
    I drop the scorchin on top of your chin
    my record? has always been down for more wins
    i say fuck money - just like a whore's ends
    like a 20 something im always callin fa more friends
    wasnt long before i was offered a lobotomy
    7 years of knowledge an i got my doctorate in astronomy
    so money, that i probably evolved with the economy
    a rhyme anomaly, so fine i rhyme phenomenally
    fuck freeing mumia i say free bob and billy
    i see these cheesy cats an rob em silly
    im a hit like the call ta kill me
    keep ya ears open fa more germs cuz it all be illy......
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  4. Cadet_Karma

    Cadet_Karma I used to give a fuck....

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    im a cold-hearted bitch so my aura's chilly
    streets made me cautious cuz its full of scam artists like Milli Vinilli
    im tellin you now so when you see me you already know whats the dilly(deal)
    I might paint you a picture never will I show you my palette
    not saying im Van Gogh or a queen but I reign with my talent
    cuz when the votes come in...I dont care if I win cuz.... ya name wasnt even on the ballot
    trust me! theres more than one way to skin a cat
    destroying niggaz...got more balls than these pussies who rap
    try to give my brain a tap,you couldnt find the route to my logic even if I gave you the map
    moving to smooth its unlikely to catch me posted up in a cementery
    quick to respond im not anxious its quite the contrary
    predicting others actions is not one of my primary worries
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  5. when I kick a verse it causes minds to snap with furry
    couldn't take the case to court they killed the whole jurry
    lost in translation call me bill murry what me worry
    I'm reading mad magazine with stacks of loaded magazines
    call it a full metal jacket I move with ill type tactics
    break that mic like plastic for emcee's shit get's real drastic
    I'm still laughin' walking around with my pants saggin'
    like kriss kross bringing that hip-hop down from a hill-top
    while you pill pop asprin straight out the child proof
    I freestyle truth when I kick it for a while inside the booth
    knock out your tooth when I get foot loose and fancy free
    death to the whack emcee's they shouldn't be allowed to breath
    through these lines my soul bleeds and bleeds and bleeds
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  6. ShellDroppaIB

    ShellDroppaIB New Member

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    predicting others actions is not one of my primary-worries//
    I wear-a-jersey, I be fresh and you very-dirty//

    My weapon aint ya day-to-day-glock//
    It will put a hole in ya chest the same size as flava-flav's-clock//
    That means when I spray-the-hate-stops//
    The fiends gettin hype from the base, i call it gatorade-rocks//
    Coalition on a mission, I'm a soldier-wit-a-K//
    Zig Zags and big bags so I'm rollin-up-the-hay//
    You see me and you shattered I'm gone fold-you-and-you-lay//
    You couldnt beat me in a battle if I told-you-what-to-say//
    Battle me, You fuck yourself, shit I told-you-you-was-gay//
    I be smokin on the kill so its potent-when-I-blaze//
    I break ya collabone and let ya shoulder-meet-ya-face//
    I spit flame so hot, ice from the polars-is-erased//
    And I know how to handle-these-bitch-hoes//
    I fill them up with more lead than mechanical-pencils//
    Finger squeeze the trigga, click tha hamma,-the-clip-blows//
    Yall dudes is sweet as fuck, niggas candy-like-mentos//
    I smoke on the killer, bamma-i-get-dough//
    I fill a cigarillo up with cannibus-endo//
    If I'm runnin out then I'm demandin-I-get-mo(more)//
    You still aint aint above me if you was standin-on-tip-toes//
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  7. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    You still aint aint above me if you was standin-on-tip-toes

    i stand in tattered and ripped clothes,
    battered and split nose,
    bloody lips, haggard but still rugged with my ruddyness
    busted knuckles,
    disintegrate iron shackles with rusty chuckles
    torched visages to match the images scorched on my brain
    my lifes justice is equal an comes in proportion to pain
    distortion of fame, leaves em caught in the headlights
    when it comes ta my rhymes-
    im comin off the top like im droppin some headlice
    my raps? are always read NICE
    Blastin em coldhearted,
    knew the outcome before the roll started
    Charbroiled the beat like my raps are sold darkened
    and in bulk
    Im tight on the mic like i held it with tha hand of hulk
    the candle broke,
    dripped wax like the juice from an open cantalope-
    I gets no love like that tony danza bloke-
    see clearly through my phony camera scope-
    and hope nobody sees me strokin my smokin bag of dope
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  8. Steve Schade

    Steve Schade Bears>you

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    and hope nobody sees me strokin my smokin bag of dope....

    My words infect men and their aint a hope of an antidote
    Effects similar to that of acid n coke, a humorous anecdote
    It's been at least a year since I've even written a rap
    Riddin a rhythm and snapped, spittin some smack
    And still hit hard like a few 15s that sit in the back
    I'm ill, fuck what anyone says who spit before me
    Careful who you diss, I've got Tupac ghostwritin for me
    I'm an egocentric son of a bitch with bad habits
    I fuck foreign tongued women because Lenny Kravitz-
    Said fuck an American woman, and fuck you faggots
    I dictate shit like strong armed fascists
    And smash more than a fraction of the rebel factions
    So while you sit there comfortably and contemplate
    Im'a fuck you all raw, an Iraqi style Saddam rape
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  9. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    Im'a fuck you all raw, an Iraqi style Saddam rape

    i heard at the last supper- Jesus never had a plate
    thats enough knowledge ta get ya heart ta palpitate
    i salivate sour grapes even when the hours late
    my powers great, towers above hate at foul gates
    consonants at the mercy of my vowels steaks
    ill make ya foundations of dowel break
    an bring the bitter cold like a long winter,
    even ya moms bitter, like when 3s company lost john ritter
    bong hitter, beer guzzler, sex god dirk diggler
    Ill have you cats on star Trek as cap'n kirks fiddler
    I bet im top choice and all the rest just bette middler
    and when shes gone ill go ta hell just ta have sex wit her
    but thats me im always down for luvin-
    wierdo, the type ta hit up a circus clown for nubbin
    sounds of shoving, scuffles and some brow bustin
    never hurt a gal ta gamble who aint down fer nuttin
    my rhymes come foul in dozens,
    im eveybodies father and have a thousand cousins
    i embody pain, and when i enter theres sounds of buzzards
    flow sweet like pounds of custards,
    im always playin ketchup, but will never go down fer mustard......
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  10. Cadet_Karma

    Cadet_Karma I used to give a fuck....

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    im always playin ketchup, but will never go down for mustard


    ima bitter bitch, been there, love and lust hurts
    with every rhyme im like mothernature going thru a million births
    contact with a million jerks, creepin on the lurk
    thats why when you see me its a maniacal smirk
    evil pouring from me, my demon cycle
    my faceless reflection and a taste for blood so I might just bite you
    on treetops with scopes and rifles, patient, waiting for optical bitefuls
    im only splittin red seas cuz ya domes' in the beam
    heiress to this throne soon to be queen
    kings, spades, and a deuce
    I Delcare War now you wanna call a truce
    no weapons of mass destruction all I see is a spoof
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  11. symptoms

    symptoms New Member

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    heads get dented lids/
    when they enter this premises/
    and im in it kid/
    symptoms is/
    a loss of breath and im given kids/
    vivid images/
    of there on breath when my text is writtin in/
    scrolls my pens scolds/
    so the stories burn when there again told
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  12. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    It's not a sudden change...

    What yall call rap is the saps,
    structures of a false game,
    you can’t adapt and thats a damn shame
    I play the field like Eric Davis,
    I’m golden gloved like Box ”n” greatest
    youz can’t handle that you need
    to look up the favorites
    There you’ll find six,
    middle finger to you pricks,

    You!
    Grab a lick!
    You can’t
    cause
    you a snitch,
    you the blocks bytch
    You need to step back a bit
    So you can catch the full blow of six fist
    Step back so you can catch those hot bars
    that RM’s Sixfeetground spits
    Like bench warmers
    You’ll drop it.
    You can’t top it.
    nightmare never ending when you battle this
    prophet,
    I prophesied you hate
    Silence!
    I won’t hear you, I’m to busy pray “N”
    to hear your retaliations
    Man I rebuke the fake​
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  13. emceeZ

    emceeZ New Member

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    "rebuke the fake"

    Cameras lighten up as I enter the race..
    Kids mumble words like I had a lessen to shape...
    type like bill who’d get sex in office..
    honest, sharp objects—gets dropped out kids like them in college...
    you novice; stepping here but this a ‘vet game’ for course dreams..
    where overdosed cats and dogs get treated with only morphine ...
    forced peeps to torn pictures of their ugly pasts..
    or people checking your mouth like they judging gaps...
    now lean back, and leave laughs to those cats who read fast..
    Mind red like ya brain got t-bagged or an extreme slap...
    Collabos are often used as combos so think this as the last swung..
    Passion gets drawn out my fingers into a grasped gun...
    Who’d think he’d come back for his last written..
    To write something this good to only match bitches…
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  14. 6ftground

    6ftground BLACKACE/GRIMREADER

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    To write something this good to only match bitches…
    Maybe not the best match bytches
    but Did I forget to mention
    I’m interventions Conscience
    Won’t catch me war “n” so
    don’t you call me Mr. Bush
    He’s deception in the form of a flaming bush,

    Rapmusic needs a douche,
    cleansing of what’s good and what’s bad
    who gave contenders the Golden pen and silk pad to write in
    to say you need help with your writing

    I’m sick of many men telling other champs ya style is off
    You off like a special kid, plus you style is razed
    You soft like a stripers booty, with manly legs
    just like her you bound to have Cooties
    You don’t flow you flow like jail booty
    We here to flow for fun not get a record deal,
    If that’s your deal join American Idol, for real...​
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  15. Sir Bustalot

    Sir Bustalot I am Jesus

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    If that’s your deal join American Idol, for real...
    real is as real does like a deal thats a steal cuz'-
    i never had to do it to get a meal-
    always cooked up my own shit and caught a buzz,

    like a polygamist in my fam theres lotsa luv-
    nobody figured this-
    and contrary to popular beleif im not above,
    im below, im so far down you cant see me
    i say fuck peace,
    hold heat and im the first cat to pop a dove

    ill drop the gloves cuz i like to bare knuckles
    im fairly dope-
    and when i enter the cipher to sounds of scared chuckles-
    im compared to ghosts,
    cuz i come off the top in clumps like im havin hair troubles​
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  16. M-theory

    M-theory Saint Esprit

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    cuz i come off the top in clumps like im havin hair troubles
    hair troubles, and my eyes is losin focus, i swear i'm seein doubles
    got this mean mug i'll take one for the team fam, even if i bleed bubbles
    i'mma need y'all to scrape me up, and pick up all my scattered pieces
    an el matador in this rap game, hold the red flag, some say i flatter demons
    always been the bullseye, never had a free moment
    if i could i would sleep on it 'cause sometimes i feel weak from it
    but i keep comin' back with the sickness like i'm m.j. with a weak stomach
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  17. ADOLF

    ADOLF BIG DEATH

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    Choose Ur Weapon

    BIG DEATH
    IM THE REINCARNATION OF HILTER
    UR HEART WILL STOP RACING WHEN I HIT YA
    GET THE PICTURE
    IM A KILLA
    FROM A CRAZY ASS CITY NAMED POMONA
    B4 YOU SET UP SHOP WE DUMPIN ON YA
    YOU FROM CORONA
    GO SEE THE CORONER
    WHUT EVER GAVE YOU THE NOTION
    THAT CALI WAS FUN BY THE OCEAN
    WE OFF THE POTION
    AND WE POSTIN
    IN SPOT THAT YOU CANT EVEN ROLL THRU
    YOU COME THRU AND WE DONT EVEN KNOW YOU
    WE'LL SHOW YOU
    WHUT 44s DO
    WE'RE MADMEN WORKING OFF AGRESSION
    YOU FAKE AND YOU NEED TO LEARN A LESSON
    GET TO STEPPIN
    OR CHOOSE UR WEAPON
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  18. Rukus mc *DX*

    Rukus mc *DX* The boy from OZ

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    cause i have played more gangsters than robert de-nero....
    im the round the table hero....
    rhyming straight cold like subzero i leave your whole crew frozen on stage..
    caught up in a rage ruk spit tha track that makes your head bounce and seem that pac still wack...
    im the illest hip-hopper..no one be better than this kid...
    with sick rhymes and generic accents that make your barin hemmeridge ( hemridge fuck i cant spell).....
    i said lyrics that no nigga will spit....what ever im sick of this...
    you freeze when u spit like a snomans mouth.
    .come up stepup i drive a truck through your ohuse and park on your couch lol.........peace
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  19. -Alk-

    -Alk- AlkatraZ

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    Don't fuck with me and my people when we come sportin' ball bats
    AlkatraZ, with more character than Mortal Kombat
    So here I sit when they tell me, "bomb that and try to get ill"
    You get killed over this shit with the quickness like ripped wills
    So sit still and listen for a minute while I kill a mic
    And if I'm feelin' right, I'm flippin' it, long as I'm still alive
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  20. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    catchw0n on his downsouth flow to Bun B, get throwed instrumental

    And if I'm feelin' right, I'm flippin' it, long as I'm still alive

    As long as Im alive Imma stay that real niqqa
    rockin polos and hilfiger neva squeel niqqah
    rather peel a niqqa
    killah for that benz and chinchillah
    cuz im a heavy hitter
    mobster style spagetti fettigeni dinners
    tv screens cost fetti scrilla
    im like a gorilla or I say ape cuz I stay in bapes
    so you can say im great speculate that im moving papes
    across state inside heavy weight
    lightweights cant get in the ring with heavyweights
    im might catch case, but I wont stress and wait
    its success to make, cant relate? its the hate
    do it like this you cant send ya ace so I can swing the K
    wont drop a penny get out my face
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