Old Skool Cypher -Rhyme like its 1986
 

Just Have fun with it...No beef just rhyme old skool RUN-D.M.C. shit.... Matter of fact brag about yourself

Well I'm the F to the L to the E to the X
My main thing is having sex
I'm cool like Ice on a hot summer day
Get down like kids when its time to play
I'm the MC with the most to bring
I can dance and rap but I don't sing
I don't wanna take to much of your time
I'm a step aside and let another cat rhyme

emcees I'm sunnin...
....me bottle of bacardi
sexy girlie in the lobby
chillin with bonnie
our kisses be sloppy
who can really stop me
the fakes dudes copy
my eyes be choppy
and i wear boxers not jockeys....

lol this should be posted in the wacness emergency centre

And U freepost because why? OUT my thread silly wabbit

I'm straight shootin', you straight loosin'.//
take 2 bitch, first shit ruined.//
leave mc's toothless, foilin' they 2 bit operations.//
operatin' in my hood, enemies here are the only lives took.//

I catch mad wreck when I swing my tech
I get respect cuz I kick ass like Shreck
Silly MC's try to test the Rican
Open their mouth but know not what they speaking

a child is born with no state of mind
blind
to the ways of man kind
god is smilin on you but he's frownin to cuz only god knows what you go through

yo, its treach to the p
Bouncin, like a sillicon tity
I run this city
I voted out youre commitee
I break youre style like glass
when i walk past, all the girls do is smile,
no wunder all my homeboyz in denial
i give em my number
invite em over for a slumber,party

aiyo i'm gunna bust like 19-eighty six,
i'm like a magician alwayin pullin off tricks,
its t to the r to the i-L-L, and i K to I-L-L,
and i rock the bells,
i'm like mr t strong,
and u r like the people who said disco was dead wrong,
my goovie chick giving me her thang in her thong,
come get jiggy with me as i rap this song,
but i dont sing i just create hp-hop,
we will neva stop

you'll grow in the ghetto livin second rate
and your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
the places you live and where you stay
looks like one great big alley way

the call me...
crazy enigma
the man in the speaka'
quick to grab tha mic and punch out ya lights
cuz i'm a... rap fanatic
Hiphop addict packin bud in da bone
writin rhymes in the attic

look at my kangol and my adidas,look at my handz aint they some dick beataz,i just dont know wheres my girl have u seen her,all my homeyz say that shez a skeeza,letz cruz block inside my ride,its a cadillac and the soundz amplified,all my raps is wack,guess who i wanna be,mc shan,how about run dmc

shell topped Adidos...thongs and leather speedos,
bought me some LL Cool J...and a fresh pair of Oz-Wee-Gos/
blonde bitch with puffy hair....straight from the movie Deep Throat,
saw it with a a guy named Pee-Wee, but I think his "d" choked/
got my big ol boom box and my moms clock around my neck,
rap about white cops and get accused of disrespect/
jerry curls not afros, it's the eighties, what? you didn't know?
that's why I have I have Russel Simmons openin all of my shows/

i'm just chillin in my adidias,
wishin i could get with 1 of em tv divas,
i say damn more then beavers,
now i am the hip hop king,
with my name on my ring,
i am the master of bling bling,
now i am the ruler, aint no one cooler,
my dick is the size of 2 rulers,
i have these tricks n chicks all the time,
i aint no pimp all i do is sip coolaid and rhyem

not too sure why everybody use adidas
in there rhyme cuz its already out of style like those pittas
ripping cats in the streets while i floss with my gto
hottest thing around town this dude be playing it lo
got some cool j in the stereo, aint no switch for the audio
so i turn up the volume to show was cooking to hotties, yo
turn me the script on all this fake cats in the mix
they wanna get down with me, the only emcee who has the tricks
its all been fix now my existence has been chosen by god
i will refuse to loose and go abuse all 16 mobs
been put down on earth for only one strange reason
to hit you up in all seasons and watch you trip and fall bleeding

adidas is the shit its 1986
bitches just learny how to suck dicks right

Bonafide to decide how my voice is amplified
You staring at me hard while I'm cruisin in my ride
All day everyday I stay chill
Till the clock hits 2 then its time to get ill
As I walk down the block all the girls on my jock
Wanna know what I eat and want to rip off my socks

yo i'm just kickin it relaxin in my jersey,
i am the rappin king and nun of u worthy,
to rule as cool as me on the throne,
that i own,
this hip hop changin everyone,
so listen son, i am not yet done,
with my verse,
u all in last place while i'm in first

hell yea its about time for a ryhme when free stlylin was life

today ima rhyme like DMC and Eazy-E
jump in we pumpin and thumpin the beats
rather you stab em up er jack em up
put it down ill bag it up
stand around and rhyme abit
listen-to-me then you can spit
flow like bone or kapone
with 5 peeps or alone
you know whats goin on
we profilin and freestylin
passin up the cypher now
you know what im about
dont have a doubt
youll do fine, im out

Yo check it out ya'll, freak freak ya'll
a check it out ya'll ,keep on/

Ayio they call me D-Diz I rock the mic all day (day)
If you can't hang don't come out to play/ (play)
cold rock a party with no delay (lay)
step into my circle and get squared away/ (way)
I step into the joint with the fresh kicks on
ladies tend to love me cuz I say fly poems/
suckas clear the area and best ta get goin'
no hope, you broke, I'm dope, when I start flowin/

Ha, Ha, Ha :)

i write to the beat of a different drum
like DMC, hollis queens is where im from
right now fuck a nas and a ja rule
cuz im here repin the mufuckin old skool
and for u who doubt me
ill put my foot up ur ass and ull wear it proudly
now im tottally blowin tweeds
slangbanged by my lyrikal poetry
look at you
done and through
put a hole right into you
rollin to and sackin up
rackem up and jack em up
back me up lets see a ryhme
bag it up its all you time

1 2 3 who is the best me,
i am the king look at my ring,
like a scorpion i will sting,
so u punk mc's bow down,
because when i come around,
i want some respect from u,
now what should i do,
i'm just kickin it in my addidas,
or go with something a little diffrernt kickin it in my filas.

hey yo im looking fresh all day/
and when the ladys walk my way/
they say he is the flyest guy and he makes all the pay//
a line in my hair, and gold in my teeth/
i pop and lock all day, cause this is a funky beat/
::scratching:: ::heavy destored bass:: this is the remix

Swift like the cut of my DJ's fingaz
Gold around my neck and the smell of Bacardi lingers
I'm a hardcore rapper not an R&B singer
Don't fuck wit chics whiter than Kim Bassinger
The Puerto Rican Speakin better here me out
I cold rock a party and I turn it out
I got the clout and thats no doubt
Also got finesse and tattoos on my chest

My name is Phoenix and I'm the best all the D.J.s want to feel my breasts...LOL (Just Playin')

My mic's nice and all o' ya'll suffer//Testin' me ya destiny word to ya mother//I stay fly in Adidas and Diadoras//Lay off the gold chain or I got somethin' for ya//Fresh and dressed to impress somethin' to look at//My D.J. scratchin' the records but where the hook at?//Everybody Illin' 'cause I'm so def//Sucker M.C.s plead no contest//

its J-A-E the G-O-D yall cats aint wanna fuck wit me
nonstop hip-hop rock you fly cats and fly chicks
girls just wanna suck my dick but fuck a trick
i say a hip hip hop on the mic be where i drop
skills that by my bills cuz im so ill like cancer
yall get it twisted like a belly dancer, romancer
Jae spittin old school, so get wit it fool..........

Everybody know that I'm stupid dope//
Got to wear a neck brace just to hold my rope//
It's about to get live and I'm in effect//
And I Represent the Chi don't disrespect//
Other emcees just don't compare//
Hearing Madd Chit Chatter but ain't nobody there//

my names royalty and im here to stay
and im rockin this place like every day
crusin in my car cops roll past
because its after dark and im smokin grass
pickin boogers my friend just farted
stayin on these streets till im re-tarded.....


... pretty good seeing as i was 1 in 1986... i guess... Fuck it

now, i wanna ask ya how, you like the feel of the bass in ya face in the crowd
roux makes it thick
stirred up with a stick
like oil i'm slick
in the one nine eight to the six
and if ya know you know well
livin on these streets is like livin in hell
but it's allright if i got the beat so dj make em all move they feet

now i am the boss i do run the city,
over all u other cats i show my pity,
i am the big don so jsut releax my man,
u look at my jewles and be liek DAMN,
and i look at yo maam,
and i'm about to make her mine,
i am the big king boss with the 1986 rhymes

yo this is pest iam in the place to be,
all you punk suckaz try to be like me,
I wear my timbalands wit the trees,
all the girls say come home with me please,
they get on they knees and kiss my feet,
put a crown on my head cuz they call me THE KING!!!!!!

Uppin this cypher

my moms is a maid and ma dad is a trucka//
while i'm on da corner pimpin these dick suckas//
mostly i sit at home lookin at the tube//
while my brothas playin around and actin real rude//
gettin ready for the clubs in my new british knights//
wit my crew with me like a bunch of giga bytes//

haha its corny, but it sounds like its from 86..........

Well ah… put your hands in the air if you feel me,
Illusionist here, and I’m the sickest emcee.
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
I’m da slyest apple to fall off of the tree.
Born in 1986 and grew up in Philly.
Im pimpin dem hoes from La to tennesee.
Im not even outa High school n' im makin mad money
But im graduatin this year with a free stylin degree... degree....degree

haha (thats not how i really flow) but that was dope

throwin down in my adidas threads/
its 1986 and i got an afro on my head/
standin on the corner just breakin/
get on the ground, its you wallet im takin/

(lmao... i cant even remember the 80's)

1986, what??? no multis???? NOOOOO

when i step up in the party rappers aint saying nothing/
its they like just forgot what they discussin'/
with my track suit on and my shoes without laces/
i roc mic's and recite through my emcee paces/
**slick rick style**but i aint mad at you/
i got an ill tight crew/
we came to play, now the wack emcees will go away/
i hate you soooooooooooooo/
how much you already knowwwwwwwwwwwwww/
you took the mic away from meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee/
**cries**


lmao, great idea for a thread man.

I flow with skill-my ryhmes are ill-those who test it's those I kill/
I stay fresh,big trunk necklace-eat you cornflake cats up like breakfast/
Like heat I'm hot,like stars I spangle-royal blue pumas with the matchin kangol/
I love music,and I'll neva stop rockin-been doin this since break dancin and pop-lockin/

My name is YoungGadget and I'm new on the scene
My raps is fresh and my lyrics is mean.
I'm come to say something that yall dont know
GHETTO ANIMOSITY get that dough.

just clap ya hands, now c'mon just clap ya hands
say hey..."hey", say hoe..."hoe"
say Lunk..."Lunk", say Head..."Head"

to all yall who dont know who i am
i'm the LunkHead and i'm the man with the master plan
suckas can't stand when i rock the mic
so they gonna fall cause i'm rockin it tonight...

just clap ya hands everybody, just clap ya hands everybody
now scream...."aaaaaahhhhhhhh"

i rock the house from day til night
and its pretty obvious that all my rhymes are tight
no one can rock like me, not ya mama,not ya sister, or ya daddy
i'm the untouchable MC, yall can't even slap me


say hey hey...."hey hey"
say hoe hoe...."hoe hoe"

lol, how's that?