LL Cypher
 

Why not?

It has everything else. -_-

Gotta give this rap shit all I got to give...
...My woman's pregnant...
I have nine months to live

I spit more color than Roy G. Biv...
Boy, give respect when it's due, Tha Q
Shits on dudes like pigeon on metamucil




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I've done some crazy shit...wonder why I'm alive
I'm so fucked in the head...
...I'm too sober to drive

Not known to provide...second chances
You might get one look, to my second glance, kid

I smoke too much weed...I need to be high
I adapted...evolved...
...and need it to survive

i flow relaxed...i play duck duck goose
with a pickaxe...5 year olds crying...another relapse -_-

so mother relax Ill uncover the facts
cause first of all
Im buried deep underground..
....covered in no dirt at all.

You the first to fall....I'm the last man standing
Boss of the boss...
my rhymes you and your mans can't manage

My tongue flickin acid, when spittin graphic i carve with it
Dark vivid, illest classics pulsin til my heart feel it

One of the illest to ever be ill, more elctrifying than a eel,
after a reel the mic in, come up with lines quicker then lightnin,
you throw filler i throw punches, so battelin me is the equvialent
to a one sided fight man

grab the mic man,
i done buffed, and roughed up this sluts trust
i must touch cuz this lust's bluff just crushed da love
and pain's game is anotha mans gain of gettin laid
sustained by da rain she left da ring stained
by da tears from the shame of the blame

This threads garbage, so i pick it up call me tha Rocket
Cuz i got more flames round me, like i had faggots in Orbit

Aiight....nostra d the cypher veteran
Surviving bedlam, in-line with legends in the mic profession
Never fight progression
...This typing sessions seriously gone to shit
I want lyrics that could fucking rip the tits off a bitch
Dropping spits, ill & dirty.. Pages smeared in the mud
Crank the speakers yo they transmitting period blood
I'll piss on you cunts...
I wanna see something thats real..
Get a grip.. take ya hand off ya dick
Punch-in some ill
Keys to words to bars
Enemies hurt em hard
Catch obscene verbal scars
Leave emcees, burnt & chard
Fuck it.............
Just flow off that shit & let the dust settle
Bro the pages in my rhyme book could paper cut metal

Buncha nerds on here...but I say no beef...
Only women these guys have had...
...Are men they met on Halo 3

Strictly the best, no contest, i infect
Make other kids sick, i'm quick wit my punches to ya chest
Ya saying ya untouchable L.E.? like your the best?
Seen ya get touched...
..on "when dad's malest"

Kid's talkin shit...that's the word I heard...
He's just an Apphiliate...
...So it's easy to 'side kick' him to the curb

Side Kick me? Wtf? @ this dude?
he's old news, 04's done--like net crews
Talking dance moves, i'm smooth
So i'll "double dutch" him like Austin Powers 2

His confidence is loosin grip...it's easy to prove...
This kids writing four lines...
...to every one of my two...
Kid's trash...what's with this silly hate...
I was gonna smoke a blunt...
...But I'll wait, and just smoke A-philly-late

Yo lets stop hating and gather the wealth
Because yall two like pedofiles.....
yall gettin a little head of yaself
Show no respect on the net
specialy when i spit on these vets
then type a few lines in the cypher
for you to decipher if you need to quit
or get nicer. either way my rhymes sharper then a blade
Piss me off they get heated so they can rip away
after your flesh decayed when i lyrical R.i.P. you this way


lol i forgot where i was going with it

Forgot were he's going? Yeah makes sense--dick
Cuz I also forgot to give ya another thing--respect, bitch
L.E.,ya rhymes getting loose like whores vagina's
Ya talk like people wanna see ya, so why do they hide ya?
The computer screen aint larger enough, i'll grab ya and rip
Every direction, i'm an infection...classified as M.akin You. Sick.

haha, i dont even know anymore....this is fun though

Kid must be bi...for dick watch this kid beg...
...He's not straight gay...
....Just a different kind of fag

Different type of fag? Come on kid...thats sad
I've seen doper rhymes, like coke infested notepads
I drop killer, straight sick...L.E. talking thug--but thinkin dick
The cypher just turned into a diss above
Yet i dont gotta diss L, he diss him self well enough

Im well enough when it come to da skills
I easily B.S. when it time to lyrical kill
When I bypass the S on da battlefield
yall should well enough know what I lyricaly will
Definetly when its time to get ill I dont peel caps
Only twist em when i feelin a rhythm
And thens beat beggin me for my verses
So i give. I dont let the beggers beg
I rip tracks in segements, it lyrical sessions
By da triple when i spit sound waves that cause a ripple
In most cats rhyming kettle. Tryna cook up dope ass songs
But we wonly get songs about dope and ass and clutchin the gats
But when its time to go da war dey wont get touch or touch slug
cuz when the gun spark,they dont loose heart, they just aint seen
Like Classic ninja's in the dark. I'll splitcha spleen

You can;t beat me no way
You're gay gay gay
I'm just uppin the thread
So up up and away

Up up and away
like superman back in the day
I dont do what Soulja boi say
But if given command i'll put you at ease
Sayin ya soldier is disrespect to my folk overseas
Funny how they calim they soldier wit no combat trainning
Asked to enlist they eyes start rainning
scared of demise and explosions ripples in the ocean
Scared of the commotion but claim they generals
With out the earning the promotions.
Ask why and you see in the eyes the scheming and decieving
And watch they reply its war that they dont beleive in

okayyyyyyyyy

Ima use this thread as my morgue; so stack the hearses
Chris styles full of big words but produces whack verses
to say it simple kid you should quit now b4 i get started
Cuz ur shit dont even rhyme..r u 4 real or just retarted!
Ill go with the second one..and thats just a safe bet
As I feed you some fruit punch now my fist n ya face met!

When I'm spittin' shit I don't bother dissing fools,
Cause they don't stop and listen to each other's lyrics and it's pretty pitiful...
Filthy swine, throw em jewels and they're lost in the sty,
... Back where you began with a bunch of dirty little minerals,
a waste of your time, dreams of communication are lost in the sky
with the rest of my mind, my life, my rhymes, and the beat that I'm spitting to.
Sounds like something wrong with it. Why?

So lost in the beat, I'm flowing backwards and sideways,
Doin' the verse my way, cats are criss-crossed by my speech.
I'm all over the place, so if you can't find the flow then you needa dig a little deeper,
shut your face and do a little peeping through your peepers,
seeping through ya speakers is my fucked up pace
and it's all wrong like catholic boys sleeping with their preachers,
no practice, but at least they speak what they try to teach.
Hang on, that's more useless than trying to bring peace to the middle east.

Happy Halloween!

Uppin.

I toke green, weedin is needed indeed...
Fuck speakin...
....I'm too weeded to breathe...

its war on the streets, my armys beside me
you talk to police, its hardly decisive
im known as the d, im know to hit guys quick
leave em bleedin needin check ups kinda like a nike tick
if guys think il die quick, watch how quick i fight yas
leave em needin real treatment,lines are just righteous
pens mightier than the sword. wanna know why kids
when i force biros right thru ya eyelids
my purpose is violence, worship the righteous
merkin the dike chicks, time is in crisis
kids arent great kids are fake kinda like the christ is
time of the timless, hypes what my mind is
a small gap between your life and the lifeless
defend to the end, ya life IS just pricless
nice on the mic tip, join us if you like it
& see my guys around like the shape of what a pipe is
verbal words theyl huryt you first, let them know ur nice quick
cos tight kids with nice spits,.......they shock like hybrids
call it a similie, i know that you like this