Wow....talk about forced shit

lamp is talkin shit....about lines to this guy
when his punchs so forced..they made it a new level in jedi
you aint nice,........so let me state it first
this a back n forth cypher between ya'll.....seening whos worst
so ya'll wastin your breath wit those rhymes
cause the past couple of post....i aint see one dope line
to me you a fruad...i aint got respect for dude
how you goin be a vet.......that stay arguing wit noobs

thats it

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Why the hell to I even bother to post here.
When all I do is simply father the most queers.
Seriously, that line had no punch and it's a higher wack by years.
Should just leave y'all in a DoneJin...along with his Rap Career.
Only punch was a Jedi/force play, trust, it's better when I pen dude.
See for yourself, when I Mace...just to prove you'll Never See a WinDue.

Your shits mad played, none ya punchs will hit dude
Wit sucha weak ma$e line....he'd come an smack the shit outta you

your wack

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lol, wtf? Why do I keep dealin' with wack kids.
When I'll lay 'em out,
and only way they'll Spring, back to their feet...is layin' still on the Mattress.

Rofl i find it so hilarious that you actually think your good...

But trey eh nevermind... and yeah its a cypher... aint supposed to try or sit there and think of dope punches... point is to just let it flow and not be like oh is this dope if so ima go post it in the cypher

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Shut upppp man,aint noone care or think ya nice
he's the first mothafucker to drop a whole explaination in the cyph
its a rap site...stop wit ya instructions..are you stupid in the head
when most ppl see cyph....they already kno wat to do in the thread

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Estyles wack... and ill soul clapp your ass like santa clause
Merk you so bad... your soul clap will turn into fuckin applause.
Bitch im not known for my text, ill stick to poetry
But kid you write the most... n still dont win the cypher b

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And I find it so hilarious that you actually think you can even comment on my skill level. I never said nothing about your skill in prose, you got mad cuz I threw a punch or two at you in good fun and went about it like a bitch acting like you're actually superior to me. You think I'm trying? We're just going back and forth here, don't get butthurt because you think I'm merking you or something, just keep spitting.

Yeah, you can say he dropped a whole explantion yo.
But when I leave Marks on both of ya Sides...that's as far as ' Quotations ' go.
Not sure if you're coming at him or coming at me, but you belong in the bay.
Gone in decay.
Cuz I wrote the most and WILL win the cypher...so you're wrong either way.

All that you feature gay, spitting that to US, to feed ya flames/
I extinguish that plus, you get no props from neither state/
Gunshots'll have ya torso spinning faster than compact discs/
Mad your hormones got ya attitude to pass beyond a bitch/
That's the common shit you bring, so you gotta be flushed out/
Before you speak, stop him more frequently than bus routes/
No reason for living, see him invent flows poor as jews would hide/
Ya confused beyond ya limits like drunks consume more for suicide/

I'll smoke this lil character, he'll prolly make a hot joint.
I went to Lost and Found and still couldn't find his point.
A bit late with ya concepts, about 6 years and 12 days Tardy.
So now I'm 'bout to pop X like dumb teens at Rave Partys.
Uck-say my ick-day you lame fuck, have you touch blades.
and then i'll have my Knife Twist your Stomach like Buffets.
Scale thru ya house, Find your bitch raise hell in your Spouse.
Like Face Planting while Grinding she had Rell in her mouth.
I'll go Beyond this herb and get that bitch ngga a lil higher.
9 Post...1 Intro...and 8 whack ass verses in the LBL cypher.
Yea fuck boy I dissed you...was it a mistake to? Nope!
Kempo just made this thread to give nggas like you a place to post.
Bitch boy you don't want me, and really you don't want beef.
Cause if I even mention Buck you'll be ashamed of your Front Teeth.

Nggayousuck

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Your type of flow, I never dread like jamaicans got they roots torn/
Cause infanticide to this newborn
Don't need fantastic fours, to leave ya invisible as sue storm/
So wack as shit, need to practice quick, or knuckles'll crack his chin/
Broken jaws on this average kid
Shows I wrapped his life up worse than BET commercials as of this/
Four hundred sixty posts, being one & 0, just means you nothing/
Think you achieving somethin
Your flows like hiding the fact you toothless, so leave the front in/
How can I take your scripts seriously, you can't even spell nigga/
Easily I understand the mix up,
He mimics his rell-atives, & all of his brothers manly as a sister/

Rofl Beyond chll homie... damn at that shit though you almost wrote a whole page... but nah lamp wasnt directed at you... are you in Estyel? nope... it was directed to the person above him when he dropped thos... hence a cypher... diss the person abvoe you mostly fool..

The LBL is xtortions comeback to text yall come see
But using that wack style an //'s,
....................Makes it look like you still stuck in 03
Kid your wack... a no-show is the only way you'd win
cause we know X is only hot, when people dijesting him

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Im grimey as fuck. I smack NIGGAS 4 NO REASON/
Ya flow is weak. Im in a DIVISION WIT RAW DEMONS/
I spit the kinda "heat" dat the MAVERICKS CANT FUCK WIT/
Im somethin like a god cause the AVERAGE MAN SUCK DICK/
You claim you got the juice, but i BUBBLE LIKE A SODA CAN/
Im GUTTA AND I'LL FOLD YA MANS. U aint FUCKIN WIT A SOLDIER PLANS/
I RUN WIT NIGGAS HOLDIN GRAMS. We GOT THE STREETS FEINDIN/
1800 on my new chain and OCK, MY PIECE FREEZIN/
If you feelin lucky, den TRY TO ROB and get a WIRED JAW/
My LINES IS RAW. Somebody should give yall niggas some TYLENOL/
You GHETTO? PLEASE. Dog, I be wit HELLA G'S wit FELONIES/
You'll NEVA BE a hustler. I "lose pounds" like HEAVY D/
Ask the people dat copp from me. NIGGAS LUV THA WEED SON/
I grind while you at home watchin In LIVING COLOR RE-RUNS/
By the time the show done, im FINSHED WIT 4 BLUNTS/
You dont want beef, you sweeter den CINNAMON TOAST CRUNCH/
Nuttin CHANGED. HEAR ME OUT/
Im like "Chicken Noodle Soup" wit my gun. I'll head to ya block, den let it RAIN AND CLEAR IT OUT/
Bitch im a GUTTA SOLDIER WIT TALL STACKS/
And IDK why you think you spittin "heat". SUMMERS OVER SO "FALL BACK"/(LOL)
IMMA COBRA WIT RAW RAPS, I got vemon that'll RATTLE SNAKES/
My BATTLE'S GREAT, cause every verse I drop is like a BAG OF BASE/
I FRACTURE YALL COWARDS cause ya RAPS IS ALL SOUR/
You couldnt fuck wit me if you had some DRAGONBALL POWERS/
I got dub chunks of butta THE SIZE OF YA BITCH NIPPLES/
You shoutin out my name's like DECIDIN TA GET CRIPPLED/
You dummies bout to make me pull my KNIFE AND SLICE THROATS/
The lines dat you spit is older den the PRICE IS RIGHT HOST/
And I dont care if you hatin. You can BITE ME. IM THE SHIT OCK/
I'll pop slugs at ya feet and turn ya NIKE'S INTO FLIP FLOPS/
Im tired of you Ne-Yo Faggits THINKIN YOU SO SICK/
I'll make you sick alright. I'll have you DRINKIN YA OWN PISS/
Im GRIPPIN A CHROME CLIP, and when THEY GON SHOOT/
Den you'll be in a "tighter spot" than a PAY PHONE BOOTH/
Aint nobody das in the hustle GAME TOPPIN MY PIFF BAGS/
Beatin me is like seein GAME ROCKIN A CRIP FLAG/
If rap was Jail time, You KNOW IM LIFTIN DEM WEIGHTS/
Keep thinkin dat You Debo and imma THROW A BRICK IN YA FACE/
Every bar dat I be spittin is CRACK HEATED PERFECTION/
Me and rap go together like FAT PEOPLE AND SECONDS/
If its beef, den im BLASTIN YALL JOKERS/
You like dem dudes dat be gettin shitted on in dem BASKETBALL POSTERS/
My Real niggas BANG AND BRAWL. Rob you for ya CHAIN AND ALL/
Slugs'll turn ya throwback jersey into a TRAININ BRA/
I'm tired of dudes dat POST LAME RHYMES/
You really dont belong here like white bitches in the SOUL TRAIN LINE/
I overlap niggas like a king. You could eat my ROYAL DUST/
Im hotter than the shower you take after the TOILET FLUSH/