LLL week 6 cypher(New Rules)

If you win the cypher, you will get an accomplishment, each week the cypher winner will be announced in the magazine....an accomp.lishment is worth doing this...so participate

Ur a faggot skin deep till death
Until the maggots eat ur flesh

talking shit to Gow back fired, u were slam by a boss
Got sonned by god so bad ppl are gonna hammer nails thru ur hands on a cross

The only son here is u, so goodbye with ur dumb rhymes
Dumb guy u get bitches w. stretch marks longer than ur punchlines

U been gettin beat up & can't pay emergency bills fuckers on sum fake shit
Every time a fight comes up budget, cuz his face can't afford to lose another confrontation

yall already proved ur the most retarded pair alive
AK's constantly hittin Moor bud...
and yet GoW's the one so stoned he forgot its still week 5

I stay smashing dimes, while ur hittin faggots
So if a Nine inch nails.. its me fucking ur girl w/ my god given package

u thrived since text died, keep postin n winnin cause all talent's gone
its just quantity over kwality... only cats left for u to beat suck worse than @ge nghiskhan

I walk silent for a reason, when the season turns to violence.
I'm wild'n like a heathen, Smilin' through savage beatins, psycho but not even.

Trade the game changer now notice the fuckin' pretense.
Take note of the flow sequence then suck a chode you lame beatniks.

"Hold up, achievements for winning a cypher? Shit where's at LEAST my W3? Better yet, I was signed in for Week 4, What's going on?"

Shit even SPIT saw I ripped with quick wit left these dimwits aww'd
Let it just sit..god. Nothin' but nimrods and loud talkers.

The only time they get "raw" is after weeks of no showers.
Don't need another second the keystyle holds enough power
Top of the dogs these sniveling brats done, somebody send flowers.

I`ll have traydmark shitting bricks the size of eggs,
No shots at your legs, just off with your head,
U running around headless, and u dont got a clue,
No religion, but the red dot have em acting like a hen do..

Im the Donshotta, dropping lesser-men with terracotta's, fucking harry potters, cant survive without being coddled, smacking heads with novels, got you now resembling doll heads that bobble,like Jenga blocks you'll topple,when i pull out this piece its awful, fill you up with holes like swiss cheese or waffles, sorry for the food reference im just about to go eat, i ll battle anyone, swimming in a frozen lake the only way i get cold feet.

@Donshotta

Nice of you to remember me, if ya don't let me jog your memory
I'm ya enemy, you player 2 or 3 don't get MadCat just cause I'm who you intend to be.

Spittin' vengeance see, metaphors and similies tons of whores wanna be seen with me
You're on some simian shit but I'm not about that monkey business, jeeze.

(or I could slow it down a bit)

I called for someone to send flowers
Shotta gets props but it still took him damn near TEN HOURS!

These kids cower in front of a King known to devour.
Wack emcees handin' me queens all for the purpose of de-flour

Get it? Never mind you seem sour.
I'm off but still deemed King of RB's tower.

lol

hooooo... cot damn. sorry, but you suck dick, son
after that, even the free markets biggest supporters wanna see trayd restrictions
i'd wreck you. ur bars show u wouldnt last in a fight, nerd
you're tryna drop Madcatz bars, n yet u got zero control in this cypher
but tray n don, ur needed even tho ur just gettin stomped
see, herbs like u guys are the reason AK still gets cypher accomps

Nine, you're about as hot as 2 dudes fuckin' each other
in the butt with no rubber, You "raw dog" just in the wrong way my brother.

I'll put the brakes on whatever ya clutchin'
At ya face harder than bustin' on ya bitches clit you know I ain't frontin.

Fuck 'em damn right I said Fuck 'em

I told you I was out like 4 hours ago,
gotta come back bust raps just to shower these hoes

They fallacies show with every word that they wrote
I'm out of it though it's too late to be dope

I'm great with a flow, I'll wait by the ropes
Make 'em come at me 1-2 punch then break up they nose.

I'm steady slippin' into sleep still I ain't gonna choke
Before you reply to this, get a virus, so your shit gets froze.

These haters think they can hang in my circle, but they aint faring well, like losing your equilibrium in a Ferris wheel, these Ferris Buellers just faking ill, lyrics cold as steel, all yall are biters and im the Holyfield, when i spit you get that Holy feel, i was raised by a hitman ,so i was born to kill.. and let the cypher continue...

I got ur chick in bed from a wild night n sippin Bacardi
Bitches would never LickShot even if they were drunk at a Jamaican party

I only,
Please the best
Bitches wanna,
Squeeze the vest
It's the rap M-Tech
Smith-West,
Of this dip set
Tricks to the left
Ricks too Slick
Off em', when they mess
Caress this flow
Stretch this hoe
Till it's Legend next
Become the King of Text
Yeah
That's how da Underdog story go

I've become Poe
Edgar Allan is what I know
Baltimore is the home
The city lyrics in my dome
The city streets, where I grown
The county freaks, I've known
I roamed the chrome
Till' it rusted to bone
Eroded by wisdom's tone
Brothers like
"Where's his from?"
We ain't dumb
Instead of books
Niggas rather duck & run-
Churns-in bread for some,
For a livin',
But this livin',
Turns instead to fun,
The cycle is givin'
Thus we grippin'
Shots from hippin'
Shots like pippin'
Women lock lippin'
Asses tippin'
Raps are rippin'
Rock is sling
David's Goliath choir sing
Regardless,
We all still don't know damn a thing-

But
False hope
Minds are groped
Toked & stoked
The leaders pope
Pimp our heads
Pump these leads
Sell them creds
Then the feds
Crash down
In the hood
We frown,
"What's good?"
It was set up
The family fed up
Society won't let up
They urge for us to get up

But what's this shit?
Where does it go?
When all you've ever known-
Baltimore is the home
The city lyrics in your dome
The city streets, where you've grown
The county freaks, you've known
You roamed the chrome
Till' it rusted to bone
Eroded by wisdom's tone
Brothers like
"Where's his from?"
You ain't dumb
Instead of books
You'd rather duck & run
Churns-in bread for some,
For a livin',
But this livin',
Turns instead to fun,
The cycle is givin'
Thus we grippin'
Shots from hippin'
Shots like pippin'
Women lock lippin'
Asses tippin'
Raps are rippin'
Rock is sling
David's Goliath choir sing
Regardless,
We still don't know damn a thing

What's the underdog to a King?
Kiss the dirts
Or the kiss the ring
Faith & Wisdom hurts
This, we bring

The picture clearly candid
Brothas banded,
Sistas no longer branded
The hood no longer stranded
Change demanded
These chains handed
By the commanded
Dissolve, soon as the seas expanded
Melody hits the trees,
Peace in breeze has finally landed

Seeds been planted
Access to happiness is finally granted

Underdog to the planet
Dropped the truth,
And I didn't even plan it

who's lickin shots? I'll make sure they taste good
who's wants to try the business? it doesn't pay good
let me battle, they should. my style stays hood
sittin in top stop, all the while they stood

Spitting soliloquies in a cypher? this means your a real girl,
don't text raps professor, that you can't spit to your homies in the real world,

Talking about,"Seeds been planted, Access to happiness is finally granted"
i ll take a pic, pissing on a bitch of whose seed you had implanted,
just to say i was candid, but this ain't no prank show, and u cant win by showing your whole hand, Gambit, after i get tired of beating u up, i ll tell your honey to make me a sandwich, im a cold blooded savage, fuck a weapon, my steel back hand is what i would brandish, tell your chick i am allergic to radish,and she dead if she put that in my sandwich.

I might miss ya once, but I hope you have a tissue
cause Don, perry on but you'll just wine when I hit you
I don't try when I rip you, I spit lines with an issue
this ain't a funny cypher but I'd die if they picked you

@BUSINESS

if you wanna diss, you better come at me fully hearted
because you can be out of business, before the business get started
Dont hold back, you better go 100 percent retarded,
How did Justin Beiber get in this cypher without being carded?

since when does Scarface look like Bieber? nigga get ya eyes checked
get ya lines swept, keep switchin genders bitch I'm killin you in 9 secs

talking about switching genders? when your the repeat offender,
a bitch posing as scarface, but your really a bitch thats tender
i gave you your first start, Business, so that means im your lender

bitch your puny, why spit when I'm horkin loogies
you call yourself a shotta but couldn't afford the movie

A buttnaked man is what this fag is dying to see
Any ass this dude will Phil but I hate this homosexual like that dude from Duck Dynasty

what's this about hoe? look at your little self go
fuckin shmo, everyone knows no one gives a shit about Joe

what's this about hoe? look at your little self go
fuckin shmo, everyone knows no one gives a shit about Joe

seen u struggling in FL, something u couldn't fathom
biz is off to a rocky start, and im the one throwing those at em

heard when we migrated over that this nigga cried
sad to see Boston bombing, since his punches were the reason RIA died

donshotta known for his greatness, that's something we all doubt
he's in pursuit of the crown... ever since I knocked one out his mouth

I got a hot boy on my tail in hot pursuit
A don or shooter? A veg or a herb?
I'll classify him as a fruit
To say I don't spit murderous, inspirational words is a lie
I've spit cold verses on cold corners, the brothers my alibi
Puffin' lye while examining life
Strive for the best,
Don't miss a step, in strife
This King's movin' pawns
Like I was keying a game of chess
I debate with God you deserve a body
So I contest my theory with your chest
Remove the contents & context
You're no wordsmith,
You're wordless & worthless
You'll wish you never messed
You missed the mark of text's 'curve' test
Haven't seen a vagina with a pen since Curssive
uhh wut...

Knowp is wack, and his day job must be a shoe shiner,
A fucking cheap coke head, cuz he only uses 1 liners,
Professor Frost better stop, i got a grip on this shit, like i was cleaning up after my dog, you aint no King moving pawns, just a turd in my lawn, who needs to move on,pissing me off like an old lady with 20 coupons, you wack and unintelligible, when its time turn up (turnip), you'll become the vegetable

Spit in fuckin' sequels people just don't get it.

Told 'em

I gotta come back to bust raps and shower these hoes.
Sharp wit like thumb tacks these dumb fags can't catch the prowess that shows.

I'm badder than most comin' at me turn to Silva don't gotta try to shatter ya bones.
Ya vanity's known scramblin' flows dissectin' the weak emcees till my damage has grown.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by KnowP

heard when we migrated over that this nigga cried
sad to see Boston bombing, since his punches were the reason RIA died

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I know ur tryna win this cyph, but dated concepts won't help
shit, that reference was a bigger blast from the past than the bombing itself

I walk slow cause I'm faded, on you my talent is wasted
I've used up all of my patience, On rappers who are too basic.

So fuck em all let's just face it, amongst em I am the greatest
They not dope don't contemplate it, I'll kill it when near sedated.

Hold up.

who the HELL is the mark cat, who cares he'll be dead soon
either one hit will take you out this world trayd, or fly a plane through yo living room

nigga you a teen troll, u ain't bout these mean jokes
everyone knows you're either dull sharp, or stuck somewhere between those

with those concepts youre not winning this cyph's edition
you ain't had a sharp line in your life... n somehow flipping my name continues that tradition