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freestyle cypher
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Pass da mic ta me First, watch me light it like the Olympic Torch
Muh'fucker, you aint nothin but a monkey sittin on a Porch Emcees wait on hand n foot for my family like ''Lurch'' I dont respect nothin, so i'ma go Buck.shots at a Church Watch when i spray cause you may catch a Stray I'll claim it was an Accident but who gon believe me ay? A sick nigga with Murder on the Brain My ''lines so dope'' they call my rhymes Cocaine! |
ill kill you spill you trun you in to crack rock and smoke it toke it away youll be luckey to see the next day youll pay for that shit as i suck your moms rinkley tit slit acrost the thought whith a blade get your girl laid like never before cose shes a whore
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Man I really hate to player hate an for that there ain't no cure//
But fake ass MCs like that retard above me keep comin back for more// They ain't got no style, no grammer, no punctuation it makes me sick// An yet these cats still run around acting as if they rhymes are slick// But this hood's run by dogs like me an my BadBoi Family we gangster// Not like these immitatin fools who watch 8 mile an spit like lyrical pranksters// This Wankster, straight out the Iowa state, like the mess his face in// After I introduce his face to my fist, an my bat to this kid's shins// This goes for all yall who take pride in demeaning us and our race// Fakers jus get laid out an get stuck in the back of the bench, with Mase// |
i hate people whoe think they can make it//
like riddlemethat, opiece of shit// until u were 6, u sucked ur momas tit// ull never make it with u rmom by ur side// u know she lied// ur a bastered, she never married your dad// really its sad// but it is funny to see worms crawl// ur nuttin but a squall// if u think ur a ganster u got another thing comeing// the sharks will hunt u down humming |
This cypher's freestyle so I'm rappin bout ma money//
This fag take digs at me yet he copies my style he's funny// He ain't worth goin at, his shits broken into a hundred pieces, it ain't nice// This bitches neices gots all sorta diseases so I put them out for half price// For his information, I gots family unlike this stupid little bum// I'd rip the shit out of his mum but he probably ain't even got one// Concieved in a test tube, an given birth by a man like out his ass// I'd love to stay an chat, but I gotta go man this shits lyin in the past// |
Look yall niggas dont know dat Im da ~best in freestyle~
I make whole crews start losin they breath like ~Destiny's Child~ Dat was sick Remember its a 6 line minimum ~F-D~ |
If you attempt to rob me blindly,ill simply take your liability
bouncing your concerns in a minute see... everything happens for a reason..like the position of each season continue to attack me..I kill your lyrics so they stop breathin intense quality is leaving,most dazed and confused Spitting so hard,You simply gazed and were bruised whos says we a crew? Tc the muther fucking family So much hate brought forward keeps me standing see.... I wasnt bout to do it like this. I might just re write this.. Unless i like this..light diss..so rightous and contagious 100% acuracy every hit...every word displays this.. every page jus converts rasict's ..into out numbered species The haters are an abundent..we should strickly decrease these.. so whats the diffrence between me and you? fuck that...you didnt think I would bite did you I forbid you wak talkers to get tacked flawless. Cause one look in her eye.I can get your girl to act gorgous but wait! Pause...... its time to let you re-cooperate So let me put your life on hold....to come back on a newer date.... quick key.. ~F-D~ |
When brains collide you way out of the game .you a little disease but you have you yet to stain Any one dropping against you is giving attention in what one don't deserve Playa please your shit was about as tight as relaxed nerves Its a six line minimum ~F-D~ |
don't fuck with fam I'ma rip the mic up
don't fight or I'll rip you and this post will take out your stuff my stuff will fuck you up, and it's nice shit I bust so I'll clear things up kid, don't fuss my lyrical cuss will leave your head crushed I'll beat you with a stick and you can feel the rush bitch, don't fuss, I'll stick a dildo in your puss I'ma make you rust under the dust |
if u threaten 2 take my life don't except me 2 take that lightly
cuz the only way that will happen here is ova my "Dead Body" i got tha shottie & not afraid 2 catch a body on it so watch ur moves round me cuz i'll quickly blow it IT A SIX LINE MINIMUM |
Niggas stare at me with a face like Thunder
Its no Wonder, cause i'm the fuckin 8th Wonder... of the World, n ya mad cause i Clocked ya Girl Got her doin a little Twirl n Touchin her Toes Bitch niggas hang on my cock like...''Which ones the Ho?!'' Transvestite better act right, or be Exposed a Chick with a Dick an she told me it was a Fo-Fo Faggot was happy ta see me, With a Dick in her Pocket My rhymes live'r than stickin ya fingers in a Socket Dont Knock-It, Cause i'll put you Under Now you little bitches know why I get mean mugged like Thunder....... |
fuck cops and fuck rocks, fuck suckers who bust shots
is ya life "deer" to you?, cuz this is where the buck stops naw i dont wanna kill no one wit a gun thats no fun i wanna cleave and leave em lyin in the bright bold sun now whos shits sick you bitches i smoke corpses and leave a trail of demons bleedin when i rip inta yo' forces theres no mo' spliffs? fuck it ima go git fo' fifths |
My Flows So Electric they Spark Plugs
I'm like a Doo-Rag cause of the way i ''Mark Thugz'' Niggas known ta hold a Grudge, Cuase i just wont Budge So when i say ''You Got Heat?'' He just ''Packed Fudge'' I come thru with the Sickness like Intensive Care I rhyme off the dome when it takes you 6 months ta Prepare Niggas stare at me like i Own there Eyes Niggas ''Knockin on Wood'' for all there Lies <<<(Pinochio, lol, think about it) I'm the Big Prize, theres a mil on my Head Fuck with me........ .....I'ma be like the Godather an stick Mr.Ed in ya Bed |
A.M.H 2 those dat don't know is Amerika'z Most Hated
my life is real while othaz r like cartoons all animated like trying 2 paint a perfect picture but it'z all tainted just sum shit off da top while i was here on da rv site each word i write should b considered as a small microbyte diz shit here is eazy, like servin' fiends on da block evanite |
I know bitches like u always hating and 'bawlin'
Your dead to me, your on the floor and falling You wanna hate on me, calling me bleach You can hate white, but my rhymes you'll never breach. 6 line minimum ~F-D~ |
Dawg,Im da best nigga,da King of ~freestyles~
when I spit em at ya body,it'll have u flyin back ~3 miles~ Off da top of my head comes ~6 linez quick~ and aint gotta worry bout wackness cause I ~spit rhymes sick~ just 1 verse and you be thinkin da ~kid rap pro~ leave niggas wqit x's and o's like I was playin lyrical ~tic-tac toe~ |
Bill Cosby, rhymin on RV, new site, new lines
Cant see me comin up like you cant read signs My rhymes, daze you 10 times, then a punch A knockout, MC's are gettin eaten for lunch Crunchin personals, destroy your whole ego HiT-StIcK wants battles, wont battle me though This a free flow, and theres no effort needed Ya'll fuckers couldnt be dope if ya'll repeat it Never concieded a beef, I'll hold a grudge Make you log out without even sayin much Cant touch me, cant push me, cant do shit I'll diss you in Open Mic.... ...And cripple ya crew too in it |
Yall niggas should have kept me out the forum
Readin ya post and they suck so i have to destroy em Shootin em down with the heater cause it stay in my grasp Aint stoping till ya lyrics up in ya lap and then I laugh Lets battle this is merely a preview bro 6line minimum ~F-D~ |
man this is the most that i/
ever seen people battle with a tupac reply/ this shit is repetitive like a studderin c.d. on repeat/ jockin pac more than niggas waitin for Makaveli release/ get somethin new if you don't like it then peep my signature/ these line yall drop i seen better from blind ametuers/ haven't ya ever completed a english class/ all i here is about ya carrying guns and whoopin ass/ if you want to shoot then it better be an iraqi/ cuz when it come to battlin no one can outpack me/ so slap thee in the name tupac/ and stop gettin these verse off the back of a shoe box!/ huh BEST KEPT SECRET!!!!!!!!!! |
Come and try to step to me vicious..I'm letting you bitches..
Know in chef terms your just prepping the dishes.. Instead of some triggas, your pulling off lyrics, generic and bad.. Slow melodic and sad, its probly a fad.. But your copping the tag.. Of the single man who drop like a fag.. Your styles sloppy and mad.. Just a tad off course and bullshit.. Worse than rappers that claim pussy.. But really they pull dick.. You aint cool bitch.. None of ya rhymes impressive.. Their testing...My patients like invasive relations.. Your brains basically vacant.. If I'm not mistaken your faking, I'll drop you fast and leave you facing the basment.. You emcees were never hip hop.. How you writing ya tracks.. See my dick drops, you cunts couldnt decypher the facts.. If you all had, brains the size of beyonces back.. If I was writing a book on how to rap.. You could help me chap.. You fill a chapter.. As an example of a rapper thats wack.. As a matter of fact.. I'm keeping track of this brat.. Fuck it.. Wink at ya girl as I'm tapping my hat.. Man.. You understand that I flow so sick.. Get it through ya brains, you dont fucking know me bitch.. Commence to blowing dick.. On my first keystyle in a while.. I'm compiling a file.. Based on my life and a pile.. Of other events.. ..Like laughing at vets.. And rappers thinking its all in the fasion sence.. The game.. The fame.. The groupies and brain.. Abusing the same.. Amount of emotion and pain.. I'm hoping your playing.. Whatever now I'll finish this rhyme.. Fucka next line.............................................. ................ I'm bored.. Typed up line to line.. Didnt really stop.. |
Ayo Im fivefoot six/ I fuck chicks with dicks
Mess with me and you'll be eating liquid chips Write the bestest/ when I text this Take net rap to new measures originality is so scarce that everything seems to be generic rap |
I got 45 Crome wit a black peice handle/chillin on da porch in ma coutry boy sandles/Blunt between ma grill/waitin for girl so i can drill/Pop a E pill/ head spinnin like wheel/Get me pen N paper/so i can make ma mil/Yea shawty Ya boy young/But im quick to bust a gun/Faster the speedin bullet/Burnin like da sun/I dont sip wine/Its just waistin up my time/Waistin up my grine/Just give me Remy and im fine/Get a nigga 9/So i can make his bling shine/glistinin from light wit these shells take flight/ cough up 10's and errthing gon be alright/If u really dyin/Walk threw da door were it is bright/Cover u in a body beg/Before i say goodnight
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I got 'Glock-n-Rocks' while you virgins stick ya Cocks-In-Socks
Buck.shot-Got-Lots, of money, Power n Respect Ass get outta line I'm Taxin them Cheques Street Interllect, an Hood Behaviour Supermans Dead, so who gon Save-Ya? I'm ya Cryptonite, I'ma be like a Crip-Tonight Blast holes in you Ho'z, with My Arsinal of Weaponary I'ma Learns Y'all... ...Cause ya Elementary, an i'm already pass 'Secondary' So welcome ta Hard Knocks, where we Stomp to the GROUND Your stacks come in Quarters an Down here we got it in Pounds Buss a Hundred Rounds, like Blat Blat Blat Quit Frontin'...we all know Anorexia aint PHAT |
Evo comin uppin in this piece, off the top of my dome
Punk kiddies think they grown, but they livin wit they mama @ home Stay cool, & succeed into what you can do lil homies Don't be a Jay-Z, cuz that niggas a biter & a phony My sweet lil freestyle so time to say goodbye bitches You know some kids be tellin on others, and we call them niggas... .................................................. .......snitches Key'd... |
My shits chrome off the Dome, hand me my Thrown
Leave me alone, cause i'm like a dog with no Bone Hungry, eager, an ready too Bitewith a whole clique of Pitbulls ready ta Fight! all night, we spray, spit an Street Sweep my flows take seconds an it takes you weeks! i dont even need a Beat, i just go Acapella Fuck Roc'n, you little niggas stay Tappin-Fellas |
dis shit aint fun
i be on da street wit a gun tryin to run but my homiez have taken they last hit cause now dey buried in da casket six feet into da ground i been around i only hope my niggas will hear my sound |
cyphers are used to make your brain gain sizes
lighters are used to blaze and maintain fires yall nice, cmon yall lyin like the dame who blamed bryant youve seen my name before, its raw, im the same tyrant grew up fucked up but i never let it ruin me relax in a cypher and let you few fools humor me swinging shit like a pendulum while yall startin and not finishin till i slay you in a battle then you screamin like sam kinison if youre not sure bout that last line, look it up, you gotta pc soon you cant see me, im movin the fuck on up like george and weezy |
Im hot enough ta straight up neglect and ~disrespect ya boss~
and when u battlin Young, dawg , ~just expect a lost~ Goin up against me,get ready ta ~take a fall~ cause on a mic,you'll get tossed around like I just made a ~paper ball~ Just admit it,da kid got some ~tight rhymes~ dats 1 of da reasons why ya cant see me like Wesley Snipes at ~night time~ Im gettin paid not because of no fractions or ~exponents~ Ima shine for da ~next moment~so gimme da mic,Im ~next on it~ |
Lmfao... My Free Will Murder Emcees...
I'll Strait Beat You Catz... Wit Heat And Bats... Gats Aint Even Needed Like Seen The Stats... Got Multies To Spit... Flamin' Mc's Like Pultry Or Chicks... In The Oven... I'm Leave You Old Wit Ya Shyt... Got No Time To Leave Peeps Wylin'... I'm Jus Fuckin' Freestylin'... Blah... I'm Better In Person... Keyin' Free Styles Sucks... |
Y'all feel the words i express like touchin on Brail
my flows straight cold.. an i seen better verses than yours at a vanilla ice garage Sale! i live ta tell my Tail, while your stories are nothin but Fictious... feel like i'm in a lyrical orgy, i'm sick with the dick, an y'all some Bitches! hand on my Grip, you cant fuck with Buck.. i got flows, an you ho's blow on the mic like suckin a lollipop.. only time i ever see da-feet is rockin some Flip-Flops! |
I'll Kill-Mics... I'm Real-Tight... Have Filled-Aight..?
Cuz I'm Puttin' More "Clips" In You Than Films Might..!! I'm Causin' Mayham... Dayum... I'm The Shyt Famz... And I'll "Shoot" You Cat's Like A Video Cam..!! I Got Punches For Days... Fuck All Y'all Gay's... My Hunch Iz That Your Az "Strait" As Waves..!! |
You see me on block wit ma dog tags hangin/Crome Desert Eagle Smokin/Cuz da hammer just finished bangin/Black Rag on my face with some lingerments of red stains/Head missin from da victims body/So it must be da dudes brains/Phycotic mind of teen is wat is being seen/Im cool for a minute/But lil things can trigger me to be mean/My body dosent turn green like the hulk/Eyes turn red and starts bussin peices out they body/Gettin bigger by the bulk/His niggas in da facinity/So da power from smoke is gunsmoke blindin my enimies/Cant see shit/So they got fearful tendecies/Just sit da fuck back/before i start bussin/While a nigga tipsy off dis 5th of hennesy
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I Write Short Free... No Long Ones Like This Dude Be...
Wanna Fuck Wit GlocK..? I'll Pop Off At The Mouf Like An Uzi... Fuckin' Killin' All Rappers... Smokin' Like The Day After Dope... Havin' My Punches Hit Ya Eye Lens Nicer Than Lens Crafters... You Aint Never Up Over Me... I'm The Best Emcee To Ever Spit Shyt... My Flow Iz Gift... My Presense(Presents) Iz Like What Get On Chrismiss... |
fi-del, congrads on ya mod............shipness...lol
Let it be known Daz starves authority, masses adore me, that’s why ya weak charge-bored-me, So i spar-tha-minority, but only cuz lames like you ARE tha large-majority, Itsa sharp-art-you-see, embark prophecies as I flip clips 2 start-tha-dark-odyssey, Wanna remark philosophically, Ill role ya mind out Like smart topography, Ya must crave-monogamy, cuz ya pussies aint hard like paved-pornography, You always cave-properly, So im burying this board like Grave-monopoly, ya decayed autopsy will only be delayed possibly by ya bosses relayed posse fee, if im paid you’ll live “honestly, but if not I always lay my losses out to see(sea), My words scar sequentially so herbs are potentially, massacred exponentially, Im Absurb mentally, n my nerve is essentially you can’t mask a herb intellectually, . . -dv/daz/jr -superiour cypher- ~F-D~ |
Nigga Puttin' In Too Much Work...
Eye'll Fuckin' Sqeeze Them Till They Squirt... Then Tell Ya To Cancel Your Eye Doctor's Appointment... Ya Need Ointment... Cuz Not Seein' Iz Givin' You Disappointment... I Flip Complex Scriptures... To Romp And Rip Ya... Tip Ya... Over Like Pourin' Out A Koolaid Picture... |
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T SHOOT EM' :shoot: IN THEY SLEEP SO THEY DIE CALM/ NEVER WRONG CUZ THE GUNZ IN MY RIGHT PALM / SCARED TO DEATH CATS BETTER LEAVE THEY LIGHTS ON/TURN EM OUT THEY FALL TO THEY WORST FEAR/ EACH YEAR AS I GET OLDER NOTHING BUT AGE CHANGE AND MY HEART GETS COLDER/THE FLOW IS TERMINALLY ILL SO U KNOW IT'S NO CURE/ LIKE FRESH UNCUT RAW U KNOW IT'S SO PURE/
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check it, this the keystyling rap/ That i be violent at/ Unlike Mjs rape cases there aint no retrialing that/ Im suprised your wrist hasnt been sliced yet/ Im a talented noob and your a dike vet/ I'll hit you with my fore hand/ real quick like braod band/ Im the amater that can defeat ya crap/ Fuck where you peeps are at/ In my own eyes I run this rap thing/ You say your making moves but nuthings hapning/ Most rappers be spitting writtin and recycled lines/ Come at me with that shit and I'll stop your vital signs/ Shit this just some qiuck self gloryfication/ I leave you feeling mortification/ Im the type to attack twice then wait for ya bones to break/ Im soon ta dethrone the fakes/ And leave with there heads spining like roller skates/ This is pure garbage but tops your thought up shit/ Im defenately not someone you could fuck with/ cause your skills more loose than Paris hiltons muff is/ Battle me in real life you'd lose fa real/ Im the oponent with huger skill/ And just to get off the topic of bragging/ Im not gangsta and my pants are not sagging/ I'm one of the few rappers that arrose to spit/ that wheres clothes that fit/ Im like a dikes cunt dudes cant get clse to this/
lmao thats enough garbage for one night |
If you a gangsta, nigga let it be known/
If you a wanksta, nigga let it be known/ If you a thug, nigga let it be known/ If you got somethin to say, Nigga let it be known/ But i cant stand no weak nigga, Tryna act grown If you want war wit me, The shawty let it be known/ Dont stay up in da house talkin shit up in ya home/ Take that drama to the streets/ Let dem boys know u got heat/ Alotta people talkin behind a real niggas back/ Dont want it be known cuz they know they gonna get smack/ To many scary ass mutha fuckas thinkin they real/ Do you think cuz u wear colored Rags u ready to kill/ Nigga like dat be guareentee to get pealed/ I cant tell fonnies like that Dont know wat it is/ Dont know about da gang biz/ Homie some is about colors but it just about that/ Its also how dem niggas wear they dem damn hats/ You da type of nigga to stay wearin blue in a crip hood/ Red as a blood should/ The wear black anywear else cuz u dont know waz really good/ And homie i aint rappin im just tryna make a point to this shit/ Cuz if u dont let it be known nigga u just another bitch Gotta work on that one but ay i thinks its hot. LET IT BE KNOWN NIGGA |
I come down da street wit a ~group of hoes~
and they willin ta show me dem tities in public like Janet at da ~Superbowl~ In dis shit called beef,Im da ~only client~ Ill spit shit dat'll bang ya mom up,then I leave and blame it on ~Kobe Bryant~ Got my crazy goons dats willin ta ~clap them thangs~ straight out da nest,niggas just learnin ta ~flap they wings~ And its nothin but fiya when my ~guys spit things~ cause our rhymes is tighter than Monique in a ~size fifteen~ |
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