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The culture’s evolved, now we bring advanced bars in,
But I still give props to Chuck D... Charles Darwin.
No Beagle, but my dogs in the yard barkin’,
Fucking up the landscape worse than palm farming.
Kids fling they shit like chimps and start laughing.
We fighting on frontlines while you’re in the park LARPing.
Yo, for real though...
My life story reads like the work of Charles Darwin’s;
Always seeking to improve my form through past hardships,
When every time I died inside it was harsh carnage,
But the parts that survived fucking thrived so the harm’s harnessed.
Next rhyme: smokescreen
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I'll show it's real intense this not a smokescreen,
Catch a body, buildings shake like protein,
I'm nearly 60 I just tell em I'm an old teen,
Theres a crowd behind his boo n he's a loser that's a home team,
Average seamstress, so mean,
Peter Piper picked a pipe cuz he's a dope fiend,
Tried to jack me with a blade when he had no green,
I just put a baby in his face, that's a pope dream
Next Rhyme: Folk Song
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My life’s a folk song I openly quote from...
A folk song which evokes long meditations on the past we arose from.
Uh, my life’s like a folk song...
Except, whenever I try ‘passing on through customs’ it goes wrong.
Shit.
Here I was gonna write a sad, poetic line about a lone swan...
Instead I severed its head and used its neck as a dope bong.
Whoah.
Goddamn, this smoke’s strong.
I got a spliff that’s as big as a goat’s schlong.
Passive smoke got the imaginary gnomes monged,
And it’s suspicious how whenever they leave, all the dro’s gone...
Little thieving bastards.
Next rhyme: tablespoon
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
I'm a lazy dude, I smoke an 8th of glue,
get a lady nude then fuck her like I been takin ludes by the table spoon,
bitch askin why I fail to move,
I told her I'm just playing cool n premature ejaculations rude so change ya tune or end up in a major mood,
cuz life's a rollercoaster n you won't have to face the queue when you get a fast-pass for a surgeons waiting room,
excuse my french but j'aime legumes,
I tried eating staple foods,
paper even a couple erasers too,
so believe it when I say I really sprayed the deuce
Next Rhyme: Ring piece
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I’ll flay your girl, like, beauty’s only skin deep.
Ain’t the type to wifey; slipped a finger in the ring piece.
You might? ewe mite. her pubes like a dipped sheep.
Plus she’s the one who left this kid fleeced.
Forget about roofies, I’d spike drinks with strychnine.
Bitch please, king me;
Kneel, kiss the ring piece.
I’ve got feudal rights to a night with your thicc niece.
Couldn’t even exorcise your rites if you bring priests.
Think homonym of ‘sovereign’... I’m ‘king’ of the ‘ring’... peace!
Next rhyme: adjudicate
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Ring piece that's where the poop escape,
Restore order when the hammer bang, I adjudicate,
Not a Glock, a real hammer, I think that tools are great,
Wrote this at 2am in a slightly stoopid state,
Listening to roots Manuva baked while time travelling in to a future place at 1 second per second amongst the human race,
I've got eggs to run with, but first a shoe to lace,
then it's action time mother fucker spoons away,
How does Soar spell alleviate? Alluviate,
Nobody's as entertaining as super Kaid,
The one who give an F be I, not Edgar Hoover's way,
Although I don't disagree with em who's to say that I could've put my mind to much better use today?
Next Rhyme: Impervious
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
Impervious..?
If you wanna find a rhyme for that, just ring Virbius.
You can call your dogs and I’ll bring Cerberus.
I ain’t an immortal, but still I’m impervious...
Because I revel in ephemeral impermanence.
(Uh, apologies to Soar for the big-wordiness).
(See... I might seem mean, but I’m still courteous).
Too many kiddies on road tryna Dick Turpin us...
Shotters got a massive stash but it’s cut with Flash. Ming Merciless.
My crew includes six Serbians, Brits living in Birmingham, even kings, clergymen.
So high my mind’s feeling ship’s turbulence... impervious, til I’m old and infirm or I’m in firmament.
Next rhyme: Spaghetti
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
Mmmmm... spaghetti... not!
I can't do eggs in strings at grotesque italian spots ,
Real red ,
I rather not do a misdeed to my stomach ,
Put cow in my mouth ,
Then a displeasing taste thats upcomin ,
This is a comical choice virb ,
the funny thing is that I'm not dumbin ,
Real walk ,
Spaghetti reminds me of vomit ,
and thats real talk
Next word: Earth
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No proper competition when you’re the best on planet Earth,
So when people say I’m gifted, know this shit’s a tragic curse.
So OP there’s prolly a patch deserved so my stats are nerfed.
Facts, I snapped from birth. My first actual words were satanic verse,
A distraction as I snatched a purse from the panicked nurse.
I quite like plastic’s worth until the damage served causes ganja dearth,
Like, fine, frack the turf for trapped reserves just let me huff the gasses first.
Damn, If I listed all faults with the planet Earth in one line that shit would span its girth.
Next rhyme: philosophical
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That last faults/span it's girth - cold as a mf
My advice - watch for the old guy givin kids a popsicle,
You can catch me in a crack den gettin super philosophical,
dressed in a 3 piece suit with a monocle,
drinking a 47 cheval blanc "this shit is horrible",
Tryna explain how a possibility's impossible,
If it's logical that it defies logic, is it illogical?
Contemplating if the word 'denominal' is denominal,
And how the fuck a focused prodigy isn't prodigal
Next rhyme: Chiropractor
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its true that vile rappers are offensive line backers
cause spinal fractures that make chiropractors say "back lives matter"
my final answer is viral laughter....
at grown child actors.....
who become the image their character's styled after.....
next word:
unlimited
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My power’s unlimited.
...Fuck physicists.
I only trust lyricists.
...I break in church and switch religious iconography for Pun images.
Opponents lying dying crying ‘just finish it’.
...Shut the fuck up, I’ll be done in a bit.
I put hits out on folk, like a young Dylan did,
...If instead of peace and love he was on some thugzilla shit.
Or unlimited dumb British shit.
Nah I ain’t shoot the dude, uh, my gun fidgeted.
I’m with your mums in the whip. I ain’t fuck with the bitch. we just puff zoots and we bump RZA discs.
A medical waste bin’s a fun dinner kit.
I talk to myself but I don’t think the cunt’s listenin’.
I shun discipline and I love Ritalin and the only drug I ain’t done’s ‘vitamin’.
Whatever the fuck that is. I’m not sure.
Next rhyme: Wasteland
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
At 100
I was fed ill stuff ,
and I grew up in a waste land ,
T-1000 morphs eradicated the face of man , (T one thousand off of terminator 2)
I grew up thinkin the world was cute ,
Watchin bullies eatin they elementary school fruits ,
But its a waste land ,
cuz of the guerilla's in beef ,
This jungle habitat "smokin" ,
had them swingin wit "tree's" , (smoking weed)
Who sits on the throne of this waste land? ,
You could paint a picture of that on how they rape man
Next word: Horrendous
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Too horrendous...
The greatest flames turned fuming embers, no one in the room remembers.
I guess the present’s just a buffer for reducing errors as the future’s rendered.
Too horrendous...
Zeus and Hera grew dementia.
God ain’t speak to me since he removed the dentures.
Too horrendous...
Truly senseless... hope the ruse amuses censors.
Preachers, politicians, you can choose your rumour vendors.
You can choose to view consensus as ‘approval soothes the friendless’,
Know that nothing’s truly endless yet pursuit of truth’s relentless.
Too horrendous...
Doomed pretenders, skewed agendas, word is born with bruised placentas.
I guess we’ll get we fucked up when the news at seven’s “we may not make eight due to human presence”.
Next rhyme: pessimistic
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I think that electric is sick,
Hold the positive, I'll give you the negative, I'm pessimistic,
Shouts virb, dropped that last verse about finesse n rinsed it,
Just desserts for making scones n classing them as biscuits - Mary Berry's pissed pissed,
I got put on trial cuz I called a fed a pin dick,
When he caught me bonnet squattin as I let a shit rip,
I beat him in court based on metaphysics,
And a witness statement saying he was less than six inche,
Some of these mother fuckers need to get a critic,
Thought they wrote the chronicles of Narnia but it read as Riddick,
Put em underground for sarcasm, better ditch it,
I don't take sarc-off-a-guy that's hella cryptic
Next Rhyme: Quantum Tunnel