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