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ayo im killin this shit everyday i wake.........
so fukk tha haterz they alwayz gon hate.... but i spit these lines off tha top off tha head.... wanna hate on me,youd be better off dead..... cause i dont give a fukk,ill skull fukk ya wit a gun.... i ate too much acid,now this shitz just gettin fun... becuz i pop hitz so quik,tha shitz sikk... my eyes dialate,yall can tell im fukked.... cause im walkin round here,wit my glock untucked.... too many little tabz,disruptin my nerves.... and too think ,is this wut my brain deserves.... but nope i keep doin it,i just dont care...... shit im seein thingz,that r not really there..... so i took out my switch blade,and made an escape..... but wut wuz i runnin from.?man im way to baked..... mabe if i lay down,i can spit like a reptile.... i was right about one thing,my puke was projectile... and that a frestyle bout how fukked up drugz r...... cause they mess wit yer mind,like when i drop barz.... |
cause they mess wit yer mind,like when i drop barz....
Man the only tyme u drop bars, is when it's soap in prison showers.. Caspers a fag, & about to die, thats why u gettin given flowers.. Oh sorry this aint a diss thread, I must've misread.. But yeh my rhymes are lyke halo's, way over kids heads.. The Subliminal Souljah, I blaze more than rasta's, wit dreads.. Would take amphetamines, but I snort that Yayo, in-stead.. Thats when I kick my legs, n kids get rip 2 shreds.. Flow come equipped wit lead, 2 clip the feds.. Its the quick n the dead, that's why I got bricks n bread.. Four chicks in bed, & they all Bi-sexual chick-en heads.. I think its tyme for a brains storm, suck n blow don't change form.. Hey u over there, play wit my balls n put ur tongue on my a-hole.. Chea! I'm nasty nigga, would fuck my mother if her ass was bigger tried baby sister sodomy, but her ass too little.. I'll blast a wigga, lyrically, nobody can surpass me nigga.. Lyke I said, it's the quick n the dead, & me, I'm fast wit trigger's.. eh, w/e keep it goin.. |
Damn!!!..( id idnt know this was a diss cypher)
Folks hissin at me like a pit full of snakes..// I got their head in my palms..SMASHING EM..like a fist full of grapes..// Its tha risk FOOLS would take..tryin ta get a break..off of my namesake..// My fames great..// you know..sumthan like when I changes fates...an expose tha wink link before tha chain breaks..// Im insain...WAIT!!!..cuz I am the rap version of the bible..// Cuz I can bless a sinner an give you guidance for survival!!!! Hah!!! Free textin is a mutha...SERIOUS!! |
Chickity check, Im soon to run rapverse/ send off cprog and strobe in a black herse/ My verse is so dope I break buds on it/ In the booth every cuts strong hits/ If you hate but think my shits tight/ Thats not hating thats dick ride/ My visions clouded but the futures in sight/ Your crews like a farm that only grows herbs/ I thought vanilla ice was bad before I read this hoes verse/ The rap game seems to be in a shit status/ With bitch fakers/ Who think there top shit/ With there vehicles and rocked wrist/ But the truth is they hired that shit for there film clip/
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If you could ever imagine sixty three days in confindment
just picture 22 bars up and down in alignment I made hip hop my assignment...my way of expression cause if there was a way to break ties between this life and my last .....I wouldnt..... cause the day I meet myself..is the day many questions are interperated but at times its as if all good in me has been persperated Im hurt and fate is something that I look forward to that introduction why is love ripped from my life as if cupids done an induction destruction in an influction...earth equals corrpution every step seems to be getting easier to take....cause the care is leaving But goals i need to start acheivung...life isnt about just sitting here breathing if the world was to spin the other way...would evolution reverse ...would it take back all negative.....decress earths curse... realese the aromas of an 18 year old female virgin would it back the devil so he see we right..release the light...bring his conversion maybe nothing would happen...maybe it would.. maybe we should give up hoping...fuck a knock on wood. no such thing as good luck....when lucks been hung from a rope hope? nope? I can cope..for now.....untill the next time i turn around.. witnessing the devils actions infront of my face... no trace for a human race..endliss disgrace I stay going forward like im converting reverse's my lifes more twisted then this key'd verse is!! ~Superiour cypher~ ~F-D~ |
Checkity check i pimp and rhyme intense too
Im the type to kill with a clock so times against you I deliver fatal blows to your nose three times Nock out your naval fast like speed lines Im just another rapper that talks bout murder But doesn't do it, still take psycosis a step further Lately Ive been making people hate me iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaa..... evil lady Sorry mo fuckas my bad that was a typo Cant be stuffed correcting plus itd reck my nice flow Im a general so If i cant be bothered to distroy you I send the signal to my soldiers and deploy crew So dont think its cause I am trying to avoid you Fuck fi-del I the one that types the superior cypher So much bars writ in this shit that im the wearier writter Check im mudering text while you avoid battles like conservative vets Think you got dope punches but there hurting us less woot woot |
things just ponder in my head,
nothing to special not to deep but something must be said, i got things popin around like bread popin out the toaster like bread, matta fact make it wonder bread, its bout 10 o'clock, on this sunday not a church, just thinkin bout wuts really hot, should i say something bout u takin this piss like that r kelly tape, or just explain how i'm new to this site but really to commite lyrical crimes like rape, duno but i'm sure wut ever it is, it was meant to be my fate |
1st freestyle of the day I know these catz is anxious./
Some thinking I just another weak rapper, the doubts I thank ya./ Shells will spank ya, leave you slumped in ya 2 seater./ I father 2 sons, I talking bout my 2 heaters./ And I keep 2 divas, Both got 2 Visa's./ 2 American Express Cards, All I buy is new sneakers./ Not the type to base my raps on what I'm holdin under the Black tee./ Just Know I come stapped in the back like High Top D.C./ (Air Force One's) Yeah Ya life ain't easy, but how would you desrcibe mine./ Got the oven on blast to warm the house, moms bout to lose her mind./ Even though my pops was locked up, he home now./ We don't hug, no daps, shit I grown now./ But I'm here to prove them all wrong, Shells Strong./ GunnersVille is my hood, where the good die young./ Just what I was feelin at the time....Scream at me |
CLICKITY CLANK CLICKITY CLANK THE MONEY GOES IN TO MY PIGGY BANK
CLICKITY CLANK CLICKITY CLANK THE MONEY GOES IN TO MY PIGGY BANK I GET AT YOU MAN I CAP YOU AND YA FRIENDS I GET AT YOU MUTHAFUCKA COME AGAIN ok let me stop bullshittin' with this rap shit i lay ya muthafuckin guts on ya lap bitch young rambo in the streetz- on the mic they call me MANSON the sand man -i'll take ya fuckin fingers off ya hand man Yup! Yup! Im jus that type of fellow yet mellow on the block u can catch me ballin like carmelo and i stay wit a bad ass bitch in stillettos 5'5 brown eyes long hair -i neva settle i'll take ya bitch 2,gotta problem? we can settle what u kno about this gangsta shit i'll put some holes in ya ass or else i'll shank ya shit be careful if ever u fuckin wit a hood ass jankie bitch wake up the next day the bitch jus jacked ya shit... alright girl good job now bring it to me! |
Ayo da mics shredded inta unrecognisable bits
da mics part of my life so im relying on this I grasp it, clutch it n hold it tightly When I bust it shit dont go too lightly Theres no beat...im just on da accapaella I dont need to hold heat...I just smack a fella Full faced till his nose bleed n eyes break If ya cant be down for me..then u aint my mate Enter me in a battle n im desting to earn respect Wit hot punchlines that'll blaze ya hair n burn ya neck... |
Goin against me,you ~takin a risk~
and if u try ta stunt durin da fight against me,you'll be ~takin some clips~ and so u wont lie ta others,we'll be ~takin ya lips~ and takin ya life if u think for 1 second dat we're ~fakin our spits~ makin a fist at u mothafuckas who ~act hard~ believe me,we'll ~clap yall~right in ya front or ~backyard~like ~dat dawg~ Look komie,we aint ~playin da games~ we just get da glocks out without talkin or ~sayin da names~ and bring ya girl,you'll just ~lay wit ya dames~ so I advice yall ta think twice if u wanna ~stay in ya frames~ Be cool or they'll be ~somthin crackin~ and we da type of Gs dat'll pop ya then walk away like ~nothin happened~ |
Im sick of these bitches that think there hell tight
There like " Im so gankstuh I dun haf ta spell right" Man the shits more played out than the simpsons Today kadozar made a thread saying he raps for income Yea, right couldn't sell the shit fa free The punks just a fake bitch ta me I been rapping for almost a couple of years I spit lines that trouble the queers & double ya fears But sometimes spit like that just to rhyme So many thoughts when I rap Ive got a clustered mind ppppppppppffffffffttt wack |
my flow is tight unlike tha kid above me, he loose
a fat kid sittin by his computer bendin ova to tie his shoe i'll murk u, dont like what i said? set up a battle kid or u'll jus be owned by a newb named stylez, BITCH but dont take it personal, no hard feelinz from this nigga im jus spittin of tha dome in dis cypher my nigga write up sum new shit, maybe u'll be as good as me but until then, stop speakin, u a walkin blasphimy |
....... ......... ............ Please bitch you can’t seize this, fall short all-round like a C is, B Fleet this,. Come compete with….TC… the undefeated-ness, A thesis of bereavement, leave ya in grievance of achievements… Ill leave it…….lets get serious…..our wits remain superior-ous.. Fearing us..? Your inferior-ous…..we sustain like imperial-usts.. Slant lines and phat rhymes. Shatter those chatter-box minds… Who knocks like mine..? Talk of dieing cuz I walked the line..!? I stopped all time.. Jogged in rewind…and now I stalk my mind…! No sign of nine lives.. Mine try to speak by. but seem destined to rise Mime the terror-lies…that terrorize few….while sterilizing feuds .. My point is...kids… you’ll never be able to patronize this CREW..! |
when im illdisposed of flows my mind empted every last bite of every script that i rit ta the deom aka the devilish shit to optical light the earth on fire my ryhmes never weaken nigas they grow hire on going showing my hottness as no limit im unlimited with this gift im a crimanl in dispenes of pragmatic shit to rid the worlds minds dame that shit was as hard a my dick when your girl started to ride
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