Make This Text Track Cypher Hot! Just Blaze!

Discussion in 'Cypher' started by Linxz, Sep 29, 2006.

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  1. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    Make the cypher hot...

    is what you ask, my rhymes just clash, a lot of cat's are trash/
    tossed in my dirty gymbag, sea-hag, we'z bad, treat cat's//
    how I'd like to be treated, you'll get defeated on wax/
    Pass the mic back, I strike cat's over shoulder's, stack wack cat's like baby boulders/
    sippin' on a folger's coffee, you had me at first then you gradually lost me//
    could'nt cross me, just a fair lossing, or is it just a loss, how many mc's get tossed?/
    In the lake bed, don't mistake it for anything unsacred, sort of faded, just tired/
    You'll get ya jaw wired, and turned like a tight handle, with a pair of pliers//
    Let's promote, yeah, pass out the fliers, to inspire with desire/
    I'll set you on fire, kid's get retired, victims get rehired, the pen's splitting wires//
    the dro'll take you higher, than you ever been before, man I keep it raw/
    heat'ning, hit ya jaw, hit the law, see the writing's on the wall//
    you'll be the first kid to get mauled, face it, you don't really want to brawl/
    want to wind up behind the beer stall, behind the counter//
    yeah, that's a suplex, what I'm spewing through-text'll/
    hit you with 2-tech's, brake-necks, cuz they lack bone, just made of latex//
    what's the latest? political version, for this lyrical excursion, and my secret porn perversion/
    wack kids I be servin' with a Sombrero' or outside of my beat banging Surburban//
    any I throw, I'm curvin', with more "Magic" than Earvin/
    test
  2. N. Cognito

    N. Cognito As Himself

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    This game isn’t a game anymoooooooore, nygga
    Its straight up waaaaaaaar, nyggaz
    Strap up, strap up, strap up!

    look..
    i'ma hold 'em like texas / throw em a left fist / show em a exit 4 i drag em cross da floor by da necklace /
    bars drop forming like tetris / too raw wit tha text shit / steppin toward my direction'll get ya neck torn out, expect it /
    choke em wit da mouse cord / smack em wit da keyboard / plug it back in and post a thread about it on the boards /
    u want more? flap ya trap / i'll kick tha teeth's plaque form a gap in ya yap, now hack / new game -- human hacky sack /
    strap up! -roast da faggot toast his radish to crisp-done / battles over they go thru post traumatical syndrome /
    strap up!- like velcro shoes / elbow fools / step on their toes / tie their hoes to the rail road grooves /
    strap up!- after runnin a train / its a gun in the range point blank / make bone joints shake from the thunderin BANG! /
    strap up! - once i bang, down go corpses / floppin like craw fish, blowin brains out proportion / this aint a game no more bitch!!
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  3. 27SOSA

    27SOSA the finisher

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    anyone wanna step to me,
    ya better to rest,
    cuz 27SOSA
    leaves you shot in the chest,
    when I hit the cypher,
    ya better respect,
    as I'm a muthafuckin madman,
    fight to the death,
    you hate me now?
    wait till my last fuckin breath,
    as I spit venom,
    slit throats
    and slicing at necks,
    I'm appocalypto,
    born in the flesh,
    the sickest mc,
    put pen to paper,
    and ever to text ...

    2007, the time is near

    sosa la cosa nostra
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  4. Bonnie Bathory

    Bonnie Bathory New Member

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    Swoop on in on this like big fish on little fish...
    and spit mid-level-literate diction to riddle kids...
    You'll never get rid of this, I create mental states...
    and you'd love to lip my shit but your gentle dental'd break...
    I can settle this, nobodys meaner, nobodys tighter...
    Nobody beats beatin up weiner like theres demons inside her...
    Nobodys peakin like I am but try to stop and peep the vision...
    No ones seen more heat from me than the streets I cristened...
    Who wants to meet their maker? Take a hit from me...
    My shit'll have you seein things that'll make you shit ur pants and scream...
    Welcome to my dreams, thats just the kinda chick I am...
    Paranoid, obscene and hidin knives close by my hands...
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  5. CaTchW0n

    CaTchW0n New Member

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    Paranoid, obscene and hidin knives close by my hands

    I was on the wrong track had to make other plans
    got my swag back, got the dough in them rubberbands
    Gotta take care of mother mane, she raised boy to a man
    my brother on another plane, other than
    screaming a pistol you could be feening for nickles,
    setup screens like the pick do, I ain't running into officials
    they even try lock Vick for the PitBulls? Thats why Im carrying a clip full
    My chick wanna get married, Im stressed if I can carry the rituals
    she's walking around carrying my fam jewels
    Im bout to get fixed, clipped, snipped too
    Fuck around if U want, yall little dogs like a shitzsoo
    reach for my waist you'll see what Im hip to
    without a notice like when the fuckin rent due
    I got the wits to put out a hit too
    catch You at your venue and call out the order
    thats what I call on the menu
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  6. M-O-A Thug

    M-O-A Thug New Member

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    this kid's get discontinued when I come through, hit you with the 1, 2/
    Just like the slow step, my intellect, causes the whole scene to wreck//
    Correct. Yep, just like a test. I got a 'A' on it, some times it's seems haunted/
    Like I'm walking a Gauntlet//
    Against those that taunted, claimin' they really want it/
    But in actuality, they don't, beat me? you won't//
    back to reality, you belong in the laughing factory/
    Soundin' wack to me, all you actor's be//
    On some other interplanetary, not really legendary/
    Sippin' a bloody mary, mixed with gin and vodkda//
    I'm off the Rocker chillin' up at Foot Locker/
    Send you to the Foot Doctor for your madula Omblamgata//
    Pinata's get broken, L's I use to stay token/
    Quit, but I'm still more than a Joke and//
    What you hopin'? Going for broke and?/
    I got you open like All night diner's in Oakland//
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  7. smead

    smead New Member

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    hittin the denny's diner after smokin that bud getcha chokin
    smead and hiphop west coastin vizor vision is the dopest
    we rollin never slowin 50 revolutions and goin like cokest
    blowin holes in ya nose like smoke bellows assimilate bellows
    ordinary fellows talented wit lyrical shit
    hiphop's named for sellin spit like gifts
    and smead bringin up the rear much to quick
    twistaish stylish audio simplistic rap shit
    see us 2 malo muchachos killin like this
    the rap world's gone swirl hittin porcalin like piss

    quick go get nastyish spit
    west coast slang gang, bang this
    1 2 punch king reign wit my slang
    giftshop n smeadnaught
    bring the pain to ya game

    yo that hook is sick spittin on the track
    like malnurished kids that's fat as jack
    breath whack see plaque drop a tick tack
    im conciously decievin lyrically cuttin slack
    like 1-800-jenny im starvin ya fat
    too much speed mixed wit coke smokin weed
    death to me give smead a heart attack
    finished up layin my socialist mack
    next bitch in line cum spit on this track
    bet you a hundred to 1 they can't hack

    quick go get nastyish spit! (spit)
    west coast slang gang, bang to this! (shheeeiiittt)
    1 2 punch king rein wit my slang! (mmaayynnee)
    giftshop n smeadnaught
    bring the pain to ya game!

    and that's the truth bitch!
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  8. barnizzle

    barnizzle HIP HOP

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    This game isn’t a game anymoooooooore, nygga
    Its straight up waaaaaaaar, nyggaz
    Strap up, strap up, strap up!



    straight up war wit the gauge up saw'd
    this is real life raw, caps peeled right like it's real life saw
    who ill a like? who real to strike conjur lightin freewrites whenever i type...
    give u half of my skills, cuz i know guys that's clever would bite...
    real recognize real...and they notice i cleverly write..
    berrata tucked, under the leather not the avy but in the truck that's navy
    colored from hustles and stock...tumbles my options double
    got lots of muscle and fuck wit burners and lots of duffles
    This game isn’t a game anymoooooooore, nygga
    words of advice, dont make a hor ya wife and adore figures
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  9. P.Features

    P.Features Vice Pres. Features

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    This game isn’t a game anymoooooooore, nygga
    Its straight up waaaaaaaar, nyggaz
    Strap up, strap up, strap up

    things aint, the same no more, a game no more
    Bitches don't even come in womens frames no more
    like they used to, its usual
    for a man not to think with a mans mindframe no more
    I play my lane so far, to the left to the left
    an do the passing lane when my comp goes but so far
    I'm on par these dudes is sub
    an I'm tellin you I aint going no where that's word to J-Hud
    I'm workin to see more than nine to five on my pay stub
    play thug I don't, snub noses stay snug in my coat,
    spray slugs from waist to mugs don't play tough thinkin I won't
    yall took the good times away so hell no I don't do it for play
    I do it for pay, do it cuz they paved over my way with the highway
    been told when to go so now everything goes where an when I say
    and I say till i see brighter days I will make darkness fall
    till theres only one ray of light to shine my way, it's not a game!!!!

    This game isn’t a game anymoooooooore, nygga
    Its straight up waaaaaaaar, nyggaz
    Strap up, strap up, strap up
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  10. YoMamazMan

    YoMamazMan Over 1.000 served...

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    I make spots hot like I'm bein chased by flocks of cops.
    Like the barrel of the glock when I pop at the cops.
    Or the middle of summer when the A.C suddenly stops.
    Like hell's kitchen if ya can't stand the heat,
    GET the cuf out!
    I'm hotta than the sun pal.
    On any given Sun I'll alwayz be on time like a sundial.
    C'mon now,gimme my props jus admit it when a nigga iz hot.
    Yep son's an arsen
    I'm hotta than the surface of Mars is.
    Gimme a beat I'll murk it regardless.
    I'm thirsty 4 it .I'm drinkin fire retardant.
    I am the livest.I can't be explained by science.
    No lieing when it rains I dry it.
    So I'm tryn 2b nice and Just fall back .
    But If I ain't a HOTBOY than wut do U call dat?
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  11. P.Features

    P.Features Vice Pres. Features

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    now where did i see this before ^^^
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  12. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Put Dat Mutha Fukkin Square In My Mouth And Imma Puff It
    Rhyme's Raw As Hell I Sware Dog Cant Nobody Touch It
    Hotta Den Hell Out The Lava Wit A Dutchie
    Rollin Up Dat Musty Dat Mean My Weed Funky
    Afta All Of It's Gone My Mode Iz Da Munchies
    Ride Up On Da Curb Wit Slurred Word's And A ••••••
    Dick Hard As Hell Off A Pill And Im Clutchin
    All Of Her As Like Im Grippin On Sum Money
    Call My Gunz Band Boy's Cuz They Jus Keep Drummin
    I Got Bannanas In My Guns And A Apple In My Neck
    But I Aint A Funny Fruit And I Aint Neva Been A Bytch
    Jus A Made Man Type Nigga Grindin Foe Da Chip's
    If Youre Pockets Is Da Dip Well In Youre Pockets Imma Dip
    Imma Retard A Damn Fool Untame Plus Im Buzzin Off Da Rum
    I Promise Im On Fire You Should See When Im Huggin Onthe Sun
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  13. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Put Dat Mutha Fukkin Square In My Mouth And Imma Puff It
    Rhyme's Raw As Hell I Sware Dog Cant Nobody Touch It
    Hotta Den Hell Out The Lava Wit A Dutchie
    Rollin Up Dat Musty Dat Mean My Weed Funky
    Afta All Of It's Gone My Mode Iz Da Munchies
    Ride Up On Da Curb Wit Slurred Word's And A Mon-key
    Dick Hard As Hell Off A Pill And Im Clutchin
    All Of Her As Like Im Grippin On Sum Money
    Call My Gunz Band Boy's Cuz They Jus Keep Drummin
    I Got Bannanas In My Guns And A Apple In My Neck
    But I Aint A Funny Fruit And I Aint Neva Been A Bytch
    Jus A Made Man Type Nigga Grindin Foe Da Chip's
    If Youre Pockets Is Da Dip Well In Youre Pockets Imma Dip
    Imma Retard A Damn Fool Untame Plus Im Buzzin Off Da Rum
    I Promise Im On Fire You Should See When Im Huggin Onthe Sun
    test
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