6 line cypher
 

post six lines that could be about whatever you want....


what is talent when seen in the eyes of only others?
on the inside youre not so valent,it causes you to shutter
a lonely brother with no real direction to his life
hoping one day he could feel the protection of a mother and wife
but im guessing this is all just a thought,not so surprising
finding himself lost the cost is always there,constantly binding


such as random thoughts^^^

do you hear that?...the sound of the lyrical ghost/
ma lyrics are fire burnin kids like overcooked toast/
can you feel the shiver tingling down your spine/
like the touch of a glock or the cold clip of a nine/
ma rhymes blow up like max power in head phones/
and i send a crack through ya body like the break of bones/

6lines ta try and find, some shit that rhyme//
must be blind,like silent bob i still listen to da time//
on a tape that i rewind, heres some shit ta blow ya mind//
i'm a blk and asian man scared of hieghts and won't climb//
any moutian,like n-cino man i drink out da foutain//
i'm like faucets just now gettin water, i start spoutin//

6 bars to spit in this post,
holla at trill yo boy on the eastcoast,
i rip emcees up mentally it almost look spiritual,
rappin fo me is liek a ritual,
emcees like fgee just ridicule,
man i shouldnt even have ta spit-at-chu

cuz its a lyrikal gang bang of a game
that cant be tamed as i roll up on you and burn you like flames
youll get burnt up and down by my words of fury
bet you didnt think werds could be this scerry
but dont think its all heat i can be cold too
hot cold, it doesnt matter room temperture can beat you

i'll have every moment that passes captured/
what you think will not matter/
and if you still dont like when im rapping/
i'll put mistletoe on the small of my back so you haters can kiss my ass (muah)/
thats it/
ur fuckin dismissed.

chynadoll u can get mah fat dick in her mouth/
dis way nobody gotta hear u rap out loud
u and ya niggas from fubar attakin wit gats full of blanks/
while k.i.l.l. shootin laser guided missiles from tanks
ya niggas aint nuttin but pussies pullin gay pranks/
u and ur back all gonna get introduced to sharp shanks

nigga u aint shit, we already gon battle//
1 blast from ma gun will make ya fuckin head rattle//
u think u hard but u jus a bitch//
watch, soon as this shit ova,u'll b beggin to lick ma clit//
so u betta watch ya fuckin mouf, and wha u say//
cuz best believe these bullets will spray//

bitch when u start to write u need to listen to a beat/
u write like u dance wit 2 fuckin left feet
u best believe ima swiftly bring the heat to ya crew/
makin u feel like u a burnin holoucast jew
i already got one of ya niggas unda mah belt/
stop premeditating and ask him how dat shit felt

I'm holding chrone/
on top of that I hold's my own/
and dare any of you faget's try and take me on/
ya'll hot like fire I'm tha fire department/
put yo ass out quick leave you dearly departed/
and aint no way you can hide nigga yo ass has been spoted/

this goes out to you nigga's that talk to much shit
I live by tha motto where you standing that's where you laying

ok I got six lines to talk about whatever, I'll try to make it clever
so I'll start off by pickin a topic like my sweater, wait no the weather
ah fuck I can't think of anything, I'm kind of sick and right now i'm coughing
my heads clowdy so I didn't go to the course cause I didn't feel like golfing
but I'm always up for weed hauling or doing things with this girl that's very appauling
I have to go because somones calling

apper but i aint no fuckin amuture,
man i can easily lyricly damage-ya,
now what u gunna do just sit there and read my shit,
knowin that u aint legit,
just forget anything u thought up cuse i fuck u up like a movin target,
dont bother cuse yo shit aint gunna sell at the market.

all i hear from most these cats is six lines of tragedy
need to clear ya thinkin caps or keep spittin blasphemy
either way if you askin me, i honestly dont even care
but see im board and the fact be im not wearing any underwear
and were did that come from, id say outa thin air
sittin in my computer chair blinded by my own white glare



shit i dissed myself again....deamn!

i'm quick to shatter frames, these niggas are the sole reason this cypher's lame
ego's bigger than jesus huh? didn't know ya girl's forehead had a name
I'll defeat these guppies, eat your shells raw, you winning this cypher? Hell naw!
I'll bury these underground heads, in a mud bath like a health spa

fuck 6 lines im outie

(complex?)

i crush an emcee 2ice at the same time i'm syncronus,
hittin u with bars leavin ya unconcious simultaneous,
my shit mo complex then geostationary,
rhyems revolutionary yo rap career imaginary,
yo fame fo 15 mins so u famous temporary,
trill doper then any emcee on this page end of story

my delivery be mathematikal no time fo chivalry
break neak ability ill serial kill shit...give me the mic bitch...ill finish
u all quick//
makin ur jaw split leave u faggots unconscience makin u nausious
its constant confusion when im spittin u losin//...so now u choosin ta give up doc fo the show shut down an u hear my glock pop

who needs 6 lines I jus drop gems like dimes
this is my time..to shine..hit ur knees like ur prayin to muh shrine

My shit to listeners is like a cigi to a first time smoker direct head-rush,
Emcees talk too much about guns why don’t you just live with a bullet inside n get a lead-rush,
If you that hard then don’t take it out n let the lead-rust,
My lyrics leave you questioning yo-self like problems that are mathematical,
I am anything besides practical,
fuck with me n I’m a crack-yo-skull.

"anythin less would be uncivilized" thats what they call my mental lines its like commitin lyric crimes//
link ties to different times unleash these mad verbal strays
i miss its deadly.. u could u a high-top fade//
leavin tha maid ta discover u blood in pools looks kinda cool
the way i bittle battle.. blood bubbles like tittle-tattle//
poppin lines like cowboys herd cattle
only one shot it takes ta rattle lets end this silly battle//
fo i have ta spattle off another ryhme ta combat ur dreary style
fuck it last line clear no time to quiver extrordinary ability i deliver//

fuck i'm tired of readin posts from this bitch ass crew mathamatikal propheciez,
nun a yaw wanna face lyrical hypotheses,
cuse i'm a break off yo knees,
and deliver blows to yo head leading to skull fractures,
shatter yo spine and it cant be fixed not even by a cairo-practer(dont know how to spell),
emcees just sit back and watch how i lyrically actack-ya

both of ya are garbage, and i my strike won't be my maximum/
Sounding like lil bow wow with that kiddie battling/
Ya'll actors, and ain't big enough to put up a fight/
Why give it to u, if I can show you the light/
Mathmatikal Propheciez, tell me what 2 dummies equal/
Probably the sum of a another Charlie's Angels sequel

yo this cat the opposite of dope,
havin rhymes better then me u can only hope,
oh u wanna go complex with yo lyrical contents,
i have u livin on yo last breath,
u best betta bag me fo yo forgiveness while u still got time left,
u cant even understand my lyrical concept

Pathetic, Generic, This is all I'm hearing.
What happened to Talent its clearly Dissapearing.
Thank God For Men-dez coming in to Mend-this
Once you step into my vibe the Feeling Good is endless
Give it one more shot Son Feel It in you Heart, Start.
Try to play the Part, Sharp. Stand Alone - Apart.

Men-dez, u need the stop with those commercial rhymes/
I gave u the time, but that's not even worth six lines/
None of u niggaz don't want heat from the kid/
Get ya hit and lit the same time, that i'm bout to spit/
My irrelevant spark, cause a bullet wound in ur heart/
It sinks in but the last line will rip you apart/

pussy, no one can touch the kid!!!

Yo Showtime, its true Your Irrelevance is Certain.
But I'm the show stopper about to drop your Curtain!
The only thing commercial I got Is a Left Hook!
Ohh Damn..You see That! Thats your Jaw I just Took!
So take it easy, Compromise. Its not your fault your Disguised-
A No Talent Suicidal, your rhymes belong on American Idol!

i fuck up both of u emcees,
as of right now this instant both of uz my enemies,
u both wack ass rappers with simple vocabulary,
my lines revolutionary make yo face look like its been thru a blender,
i am that rappin hip hop splender,
i am the champion ur just a contenter

these rhymes are infamous, nigga get a hold of ur bible/
I ain't suicidle nigga, but I can turn genocidle/
Kill u cause ur garbage, then take away ur shitty title/
Kiss my feet, both of u niggaz, cause i'm ur fuckin idol/
Ya'll ain't nothin, powderpuff pussies, rappin like whussies/
In plus ur frontin, with enough power for u to push me/

Men-dez, u garbage just stop

this just a shit talk "cypher", i get mo fire from my "lighter"//
do'n all this school gurl bicker'n call'n urself a writer//

oh forgot the otha "lines"//
look at the pic i'ma pothead it easily slips my "mind"//
just look and u will "find", theres more of ur "kind"//
can't battle,write,sound like dick but say they rap all the "time"//

you fuckin stupid whore
cant even remember wut u posted for
run outa lines so u skip n come back 4 more
your a bore, n ur rhymes R all pore
i'll smack yo ass back through u door
cuz u wont belong, i do, dats why i soar

Damn filthycalibur, ur rhymes are just so weak/
I could beat u to a pulp and make u grovel beneath my feet/
I bringin heat, nigga u got a knife and steppin to me/
ur filthy calibur, fell apart, blanks fell to your feet/
I'd kill ya narrow ass, but u ain't worth the feathers in my pillow/
And if u try me i guess the effect will be zero/

u remind me of that movie wit eddie murphy........it's "showtime"//1
ain't a real good cop great at act'n,but lack da "punchline"//2
i hate ta see a dude like u when its crunch "time"//3
its a do it in 6,but i see u need a couple mo "lines"//4
uhhhhh lets put this together, u+just =can't "rhyme"//5
subsitute (don't) for (can't) because (u just don't rhyme)//6

(what the hell was with u doin "this")

yo filthy calibur jsut watch how i damage ya,
roughly handle ya and start ta make u beg fo forgiveness,
another wack emcee spittin on RB how can i forgive this,
look at ya crw mathematical propheciez,
on the mic u get broken easyli like chinese crocerkies,
yaw dont wanna face no lryical hypotheses.

i cant be beat, im too sweet, my rhymes r 2 street,
they pack 2 much heat, im professional, impeccable, so special ull,
go to the confessional, tell the preist bout the guy whose rhymes
made miricles, tha evidence is imperical, my lyrics are spiritual, but
really not clear until, u listin to the words i speak, you gotta feel the meanin cuz this shit aint weak

(lol so weak street heat lol)
yo my rhymes hot liek an eternal burning jet flame lighter ignited,
yo shit like candle wax hot for only 2 senconds needs to be enlightened,
u a gangsta the only toast u pack is the type outta a toaster,
girls wouldnt look at-cha if u posed naked like a de angelo poster,
now who u supposed-ta..be,
my 6 bar delivery make weak emcees history

a lil "mystery" of how this kid "be" when hes tiped "see"//
real gutta keep guns next ta where ya kid "sleep"//
i get knee "deep" special in situations of "beef"//
let em all know i got money but still i stick ta the "streets"//
its crazy "baby" really when i palm da "tre80"//
"lately" cats been act'n real "shady" da reason now i gotta leave this babymomma wit a daddyless "baby"//

some one need ta tell this cat how ta spell, (tre80 380.... tipedsee tipsy)
and who cant tell that this the wackest cat on this thread,
i'm a take a vacum cleaner and clean out yo auricualrs so u can hear what i said,
u couldnt burn me even if i was in a fryin-pan u cant even beat me in a battle so stop tryin man,
yo rhymes need major elivatin and that stage i'm almost past-it,
u be like them special olympic contestants even if win u still a spastic,

dog please stop "it"..........u can't top "it"//1
even if u went ta the twin twoers before they fell, and stood on top of "it"//2
i'm on some otha "shit" the reason u could wear army pants join the shit and still wouldn't be no "limit"...get "it"//3
hope rap ain't ya meal "ticket", cuz food u won't "get"//4
dis a 6line cypher and u still wanna "dis"?,ya mouth run like "piss" from a nigga thats been "drink'n"//5
i would challenge u ta battle but u no show'n again is kinda what i'm "see'n"//6




suck that up bitch!

spittin' like you somethin' worthwhile, keep dreamin'
darin' yo mind to rhyme with style, keep sleepin'
postin' iniatiated but where's da conclusion, keep readin'
replyin' with my six bars of explosion, ship sinkin'
runnin' this show with excellence, keep watchin'
leavin' y'all in the dusty blisetrin' desert, start hoppin'

snatch'n crowns hold'n gats say'n nicca get down//
on da ground spit a round no body but blood is found//
how u like me now? mr fuck u up mr get wild//
mr slit ur throat now u choke dead afta while//
i'm in denile cuz this shit try'n to hit my file//
got teeth like crocediles so my bite is worst//