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  1. Maskil

    Maskil Last Gunslinger of End-World

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    Im like that hermit in da woods with a rifle as my company/
    a black Fuzzy Lumpkins blastin bitches off my property/
    im da jugganuat bitch and theres no force existing stopin me/
    cuz I spit lyrics deeper then pussy holes that I banged with glee/
    It's a pain to see, a misguided lame chain wearin the same thing they seen on da dang tv/
    thinkin their da shit when really their not what they claim to be/
    I dont want to come off as angry but damn yall can you blame me/
    they gettin lost in pandora cuz "you... are... like... a baby"/
    or call me crazy, cuz maybe this is how the world is/
    but here lately im thinkin this how the world ends.
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  2. ... Is Life

    ... Is Life New Member

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    i spit like rappers who spit like spitters
    bound to take out a wack dimwitter
    you're not topping me .. get off my property
    if this was basketball, i'll be blocking thee
    i wear shelltoes, throw elbows, and clothesline fake MC's
    on a good day find me at the shore line making beans
    in control and tune with the beat, so unique
    posterise no disguise on the grind on the scene
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  3. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    check it.

    I almost died, about 3 times let me define faith
    let me rewind this tape in my mind,
    alot of crime, broken dreams empty promises fine
    it's prophecy time i was born to revive
    living with the dead was designed, by a higher power
    this white fix a fiend like a tire God strike me dead if i'm a liar
    they called me sun up till sunday so bitch i'm divine
    but still i feel the fire, threw scanners and wires
    having dreams of burnin' flesh and a crumbled Empire
    Send "pookie" at me? i'll snap his neck to
    burn em' up with jet fuel even kill the connect to
    tryna sting me like a tattoo? so i speak in codes.
    plus i heard my nigga told, we brothers from a another mother
    we grew up on different roads. paid our dues to different tolls.
    besides you being a rat, we ain't to different bro,
    but for that i hope you die slow, shootcha while ya eyes closed-
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  4. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Me and my niggas pillage
    futuristic swaggin' on these bitches gun acrylic
    huh, i'm gonna kill it till my finger arthritic
    if you ain't wit it you against it step ya d up
    get defensive, this that sweet chin music 4 nickles
    blast at the same time turn schwarzenegger to tommy pickles
    smoke so much my nick name should be robinson i'm robbin' son
    i get higher and higher i saw micheal myers suckin' pacifier's
    i'm such a liar but i be flyer than dracula fuckin' elvira
    i got 3 priors and i think my case worker wearin' a wire
    paranoid playin' wit' fire swimmin' wit sharks startin' riots
    calling every chinese man chink gta 3 shootin' up triads
    drunk off the captain jack sparrow this young pharaoh a pirate


    i'm broed as fuck just having fun lol.... bout to get on some serious shit check me out freewrite cypher
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  5. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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  6. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    a, pirate, I side with those that are my homeboys,
    my home, noise loud, like they lost poise/
    and had nothing 2 cheer about
    I don't know whats real about, what goes in or out/
    I guess a different vision, I peep dudes on televisions/
    looking like they miss some incisions/
    of medicine that they need 2 take,my rhymes are not filled with hate/
    why,? because it's, not a really good risk 2 take/
    personally, I roll with things that are certain to me/
    with a certain degree, of rhymes in person or 3/
    things to chase, like a bachelors degree/
    or trying to mc, like you better than, him, her or me/
    that seems like a big risk to take
    between the real or the fake like it was a political kind've debate/
    on the reasons, why i don't have an I, i have an Obama phone/
    cus my pockets aren't grown because im just lucky to have a home/
    that i could rest my head at night, don't let the bed bugs bite/
    your whole skeem seems like you like you lack vision or sight/
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  7. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    so it's over for you cats, long kiss goodnight/
    it's in my pedigree, 2, be a better mc/
    grab the microphone and spit it till its empty//
    that's how we do it here,in los, los angeles/
    don't know if there's many of you who could prolly handle this//
    lyrical warrior, crown Victoria, im never in the back of/
    so you better back up//
    tryin to act tuff'll get you no where/
    claimin that u,hard inside your soo, scared//
    I can see it, in between your eyes/
    soon, as I,stepped up, you met your demise//
    I took the prize, headed through the back door/
    looked you in the face and said, im coming back for more//
    metaphors, galore, rhymes from here to the Eastern Shore/
    and fa sure, u know its gonna be pure//
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  8. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    u know its gonna be pure/
    rhymes spray in every direction/
    this is a 2014 connection/
    with, no, dissin, it's all, love now/
    and this is, widely known throughout the underground//
    where lightning strikes the ground, and thunder follows/
    I, put, the weed down, but now im sippin on bottles//
    and I don't know, if, that's, good or not/
    but,it makes me lose my shyness, so I can just rock//
    the stage, where it's a just a mic, and turntables/
    a mc and a dj, when combined they are able//
    to rock large arenas, with songs you prolly never heard before/
    that's cus you prolly forgot the cd that's at your hip hop store//
    nobody wants to pay anymore/
    my rhymes is deeper than your local ocean floor//
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  9. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    A pro so obscure, yet I'm known for war
    The new Trini James rockin' gold galore
    The hoes ya'll dump in raw got no allure
    Seed 'em then they tax you 'til you over-poor
    Fuck mink on a marble floor I got Taiwanese bamboo
    And what I keep on the nightstand wets you like Shamu
    Fam you, done fucked up tryna throw ya li'l shots
    So now I'm wildin' in ya crib like a bull in a china shop
    Fuck the words, it's the flow that got these girls' vaginas hot
    Everyday, stone cold threads are what I'm tryna rock
    So, how the fuck you gonna talk to me brave, when you're a corporate slave?
    Bust a 9 to 5 then you jet to go jerk off in ya cave
    Not me, I'm dying like I ain't tryna see the dentist
    They way I paint mental pictures call me Brian Michael Bendis
    Boy the rhymes in my head are fuckin' endless
    Every line like it's pregnant, no period, so no way to end a sentence.....!!!
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  10. Kron

    Kron Member

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    Write whatever I like? wow... quite open...
    MY life's broken... but it keeps me up at night, hoping...
    For change... my emotional range's lively...
    No Blake... oh, wait... that was the bar? Practice some more...
    Back to the floor... I scratch up that Acura for
    no other reason than driving like a maniac... these kids
    old school, like Baby Phat... Kimora Simmons...
    My performance is in the realm of ignoring kids that speak like deplorable pigeons
    That shit all over the business...
    So, you can witness the mayhem and carnage of every page that I harness...
    The pain is waning regardless, I envision this...
    feign of a soft heart... they talk smart... but none of em' got smarts...
    So all of them lost marks... class is in a session
    the lunch box... of rapping aggression...
    is right back in the lesson...
    Yeah, the message of people stepping to my record, is lethal...
    The world inception beneath you...
    I see every second, it's see-through...
    It's almost like a consecutive preview... of a Mid western
    mid-sentence the Smith & Wesson hits your chest and depletes room...
    I'm a cross section of the Goliath...
    put together by Harvard graduates by par and averages...
    So, it's hard to imagine this.
    Got you martyrs an ass to kiss... sacrifice... before the deceased sees those flashing lights...
    I'm on another plain, see passing flights...
    Everywhere I go, but the minute it's over? I feel like a Guinness, with soda...
    As I sit on a sofa... killing my brain cells...
    pain dwells like a repository, but it rings bells...
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  11. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    Verse 2: yea, the underground has awakend/
    with rhymes that are cutting edge just like Jason//
    and innovatin, a new type of sound/
    That makes you want to get up and start getting down//
    Once I startedlookin around at all the fine females/
    It made, me want to get up and ask for the details//
    like whats ya name? and ya phone number/
    To see if the conversation, could go longer//
    or get stronger,me + the princess /
    its just something about you and the way you dress//
    that's captured my heart and my mind/
    now all I do everyday is think of the times//
    that we spent together prolly at the movies/
    or at a restaurant where I could prolly get a brew please//
    and just have a day,on the town/
    the way the beats knocks got me jumping around//
    like, I had my freaking pants on backwards/
    that would prolly send me to the chiropractor//
    no Im not an actor, just the x factor/
    thatll hit you harder than freaking linebacker//
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  12. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    Kits in the building/
    so ya better hide all men women + children//
    2 a different location cus what they're feelin/
    ain't really worthy of any adlibin/
    or any writtens//
    it's a forbiddance, cus right here is just a sensation//
    so get with it,because the invasion/
    ain't gonna stop it's just too amazin//
    feel the vibration/
    it's concentration//
    but don't get lost/
    the rhymes that I toss more catchy than Randy Moss//
    so step in the cypher spark up ya lighters/
    kinda getting hyper like Rowdy,Roddy Piper//
    or a Viper, that's how I be striking yall/
    it, only takes, 4 bars to enlighten yall//
    to the newness, inside of the rap forms/
    you've been misinformed/
    if, you've thinkin this is the norm//
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  13. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    thinkin this is the norm, like we planned this ahead of time/
    you can out flow me?, na,you, lost your mind//
    I'm not behind Im, ahead of the game/
    with a precise, flow you should follow the name//
    it's, kit bizkit, but you can call me k.i.t./
    got more flava than ya boy chef boy, r.d.//
    yea, and we, keepin this goin/
    I,got roots and the seeds, so we keeping this growin//
    till it's fully developed and the fruit are in the trees/
    I do this from l.a. to prolly overseas//
    my lyric steeze, be somewhat untouchable/
    combine it with a beat its somewhat combustible//
    meaning I got the fire, in my eyes/
    you looking back at me lookin all surprised//
    like 'I did not know that he could even do that'/
    'he was all quiet like he was just a cool cat'//
    'that didnt rhyme', but I'm a rappin Einstein/
    you versus me is like you walkin' a thin line//
    of defeat, I'm tougher than cleats/
    the rhymes that I drop will entertain you for weeks//

    lolssss
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  14. K.I.T.

    K.I.T. Member

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    the rhymes that I drop will entertain you for weeks/
    lyrical speech, taste like a Georgia peach//
    but, we out here in Cali, close to death valley/
    flows own yall niggas, like peter O'Malley//
    playin Sega Rally, hit like Darryl Talley/
    Tall like John Salley, Smashin in a Caddy//
    Or Cheverolet, just in case you forget/
    that I'm hard as you get, in here, I represent//
    rhymes is of variety, in this society/
    searchin for sobriety, but why, u, wanna lie, to me?//
    and act like u aint high off of x,y,z/
    that just something you don't see, when we on t.v.//
    but, aww, fuck it, rap was made for reality/
    what was going on in the streets was a trajedy//
    so all the blastphemy and the things I can't relate to/
    doesn't really concern me, so I don't make a take 2//
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  15. Kron

    Kron Member

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    Nah, just a break through ... punches escape to
    the face, duke... completely compromising the structure...
    No facial recognition from that when it happens
    Feel the muscles relaxing and your facing giving way on reaction...
    Wouldn't be a pretty site, like ugly dot com...
    Drop bombs... lock arms with Goro, the top don...
    Started From The Bottom now we're here...
    Shower tiers with the power, fear how I'm coming from out of there...
    "Out of where?" That dark place my heart hates...
    Mark places on the map, attack and conquer the rest...
    So you dropping against... a beast such as myself... not exactly
    the best plan of offense... causing fans of ya stress from branding an X
    on an amateurs chest... Now look at your self...
    All you rookies need help... Sounding like Snookie, the elf...
    Book it... just leave... fuck attempting it...
    Or resenting if my my pencil quips have an elemental lift....
    Cause there's no debating it does...
    Blazing that amazing recreational drug, floating to the station above
    your placement, because you're ancient, your plug's been placed in
    the waste bin. The snub... must've been more than you could muster, friend...
    My knuckles skin your cheek? Ha.. you're lucky to be alive...
    blaow... expose you, your friend, and your hide out...
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  16. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    The girl I lied 'bout, is now living in my house
    2 bad ass kids pouring ketchup all on MY COUCH!
    My ex had to fly South, took the Benz and bounced
    Now my bank account reads in the minus-ten amounts
    New girl can't cook and never cleans my flo'
    Nag and nag everyday but suck my dick like a pro
    Lost her job, stays home to watch her shows
    While I'm busting overtime like a regular Joe
    Come home, no food in the fridge
    Lord forgive me...but I feel like SHOOTING THESE KIDS!!!
    One shit in the sink, the other pissed on the floor
    I tried to catch some ESPN but they done broke the remote
    Lord what am I doing? I had a good girl for real
    Used to love to cook, treat me good, make love and to clean
    Like it was all a dream...This side-piece? I'm gon' end it
    "Nigga you ain't bring home no Church's? Oh and BTW, I'm pregnant"

    Damn....smh.....
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  17. Kron

    Kron Member

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    Word, this is a segment... call it what you will...
    fallen is the guild, what is appalling is the skill...
    That they're drawing, f'real... I swallow the entire bottle of gin... stay toxic...
    They say gossip, try reaching the throne by stay off it...
    Speaking of throne, I sink deep into the people, alone
    with me is the known degree of the free flow MC... so they leave...
    they exponents to fate... like hoes, they don't know to relate...
    So they debate, eating them up inside that component of hate...
    I rap what I please so ask them if the power is worth it...
    I exercise my rights, devouring verses now, and in person
    The style has been cursed with ever-growing glory they can beckon...
    Hibernating on talent, the pallet's out, I can sleep in.
    You sour cows are like vegans... no meat in your diet...
    How you retarded rappers speaking on guidance, even when silent?
    I mean, my dream team is violent... impressionable youth can question the truth...
    But I invested in booth time to shoot rhymes, this roots mine, younging.
    You find something? Idiocy?
    Considering we ain't in the same weight class, it's a pity to me
    To rip you and see the insides work, with which rhymed verse...
    This fine hearse? will fit you in... almost like you pictured it.
    The shit's ridiculous. I just vent out.
    Now this pens out. the Big Hen...
    1 to a zero, ergo? the big 10... I'm big Ben...
    Adult party, I ain't letting you kids in...
    The scripts been revolting since I chipped grins with giant punches
    The lion crunches down, and punches clowns who be fronting with that half a dozen sound, ha...
    Down to the middle resounding your scribble
    the moment you write? I know that it's hype... and you know it, you're just holding it tight...
    I'm ice cold, but the mic is another story, brother... gory.
    I shoot for the stars.. in this music while just using these bars...
    like acoustics, the movement is ares... try fighting...
    It isn't wise guy, look how time flies... no lines lie...
    My minds high in the air... rap your boy, annoyed you see winners here...
    Devil kids ain't reaching my level, stripping you sinners bare...
    So bare witness to the pair, inches from reaching the heights...
    Top level... you can see what you like in the genius, right?
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  18. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    Speak precise with a device to communicate thoughts
    That way the uncivilized listeners ain't lost
    I bring forth, rain, hail and snow to a corpse
    Then light ya funeral pyre with no torch
    But a word...observe, the high temperature
    No other could match this tough literature
    Crossing ya boi is a costly expenditure
    So keep it moving when ya see me coming, I'm tellin' ya
    I'm the type, turn seas back to rivers, trees back to seeds
    Upset the curriculum within college faculties
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  19. Kron

    Kron Member

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    They acknowledge the skill in these... intricate patterns
    and think to themselves why the simplest difference is challenging...?
    Well, more than likely because despite being buzzed... I'm a drunkard who beats the schematics
    So they try to read through the status... and couldn't agree it was average...
    My scheme's been lavish, a dream boat of themes float...
    Go right for an MC's throat and squeeze till I've seized hope...
    Too small; how can you see through that wee scope?
    Keynotes... I breeze and give life where the trees won't...
    Destined to build the impression of will...
    So they newcomers can question the intellectual feel...
    It's like... a theater for the mind for what's left on the reel...
    Where the audience doesn't stay till the rest of the film...
    I've learned to adapt... romancing with linguistics, the words I attract...
    confirm what they lack... I quantum leap over the vertical gap..
    Yeah... so fuck the technique if it ain't practiced...
    Or they're trying to flip it over the same axis...
    Ha... never mind what they've attempted, it's done...
    They've resented it. Come, to be much more resentful of them...
    That... ideal that sets them apart from the rest of the art...
    Finish what they were destined to start... makes em' even less of a mark...
    now... leg up, pulling the bark down... expose the tree stump...
    The wall ain't safe anymore; I'm hoping Humpty jumps...
    You ever heard that life wasn't a fairytale, right?
    But it's cool... I take aerial flight, when I carry this mic...
    Turn the immediate area to a burial site...
    For these imbeciles, while they stare at their stripes...that's the arrogance...
    The... "We, as Americans" speech, reaching for terrorists...
    A generation of youth being raised, don't know where the parents is...
    Laura Kipnis wrote an article on marriages... so there it is...
    the cynicism... disparaging a capitalist embarrassment...
    ha... capital freedom from the capital meeting...
    it's like a "per capita" beating of the actual meaning... f'real...
    asleep at the wheel... see if you can speak to the shield...
    while your feet is on the acceleration pedal. All you do is go...
    So you should know what happens from there...
    Self perception of failure, looking back in a mirror
    Seeing the deprecating monuments capture an era...
    of slobs, lacking a fairer accurate bearer
    of tactics to clear up Syria's actions of terror... so...
    We have to come scarier... that's our America...
    a massive hysteria... that caskets in there are a...
    Great depiction of hate tradition, placed in fiction...
    Drones, await a mission... bringing us right
    back to the Watergate and Nixon... to the bait and fishing
    for the snakes who have mistake the system...
    But they got their late, this shit ain't up to lake condition right now..
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  20. lazerscope

    lazerscope Member

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    ^^^Whew, that's barz!
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