Superior Cyphers

[Richard Parker]

Mods, if you see an excellent cypher, (one persons post), please post it here by edting my post. i feel that this will increase the quality of cyphers in this forum. thank you. -feeble

Soup-eerie or cyphers:

Originally posted by Speek.E.Z.
Caught Up In The Game Got Me Questioning..
My Beginning And When We Meet Our Ending..
What Happens With This Life When It Is Over..
Do We Get A 2nd Chance Or Is It Game Over..
Will I Meet God And Learn About The Meaning Of Life..
Find Out The Reason That We Live Through Strife..
Will I Meet All That I Lost In One Big Meeting...
Did I Live My Life Wrong, Will Satan Give Me A Greeting..
Will Anyone Come To My Funeral Will My Friends Cry..
Or Is It All A Lie, Do We End Up Help Less When We Die..
I Will Just Have To Wait To Find Out My Ending Fate..
Then I Can Finally Answer This Internal Debate..

Topic: True Hiphop

Originally posted by Straight Ace
A word of a man, female for that matter..
Broken..regardless makes a heart shatter..
Trust that a action will progress as said..
Did not, reason kids cry when lyin in bed..
A heart sour, incapable to forgive..soon..
Parents pride shoved aside - 'no room'..
For sympathy, ego's grow they dont know..
A happy xmas, for hurt ones aint bout snow..
Pure heart, love inside melts away like...^..
Guilty ones, ignorant as they visions pike..

topic^ broken promises

TOPIC: Stormy Wheater

tha clouds roll in...deep n heaviest...thoughtful but grey...
a trikle of tha unknown presence from a being so... far away...
do u believe that mother nature is true to her actions?
or is it fact to u that she does it cause she needs satisfaction...
that she got us on our toes...that she's got us on a "need to know"...
basics... I can't take it... can i make it... as tha thunder rolls?
while my heart is racin?
so she puts her demons in tha hearts of abusive parents...
children hidden under beds...in closets... elusive merits...
that a victim wears proudly to stand against tha odds...
stood tall... won't fall... it's all against tha whole lot...
of tha failin exposed to misery... reborn to stalk again...
tha chalk begins to ouline raindrops of tha forgotten kin...
stop wit tha sins... tha 10 C's and tha otha 7... ***
and refresh urself instead of stayin away from...
tha tears of heaven...

*EDIT*:
Don't set your self up next time, you know what I'm reffering to

~Bounce~

*** << 10 commandments and tha 7 sins of tha 7-point star >>

Weapon was Hatered:

im accused of crimes protected by due process
commercial emcees and my opinions of how it progressed
it ruined the good name of hip-hop and sick beats
shit when we bumped, nobody would know it in the streets
but now it seems like hip-hop is all detrimental
bling bling, ice, cars, and platinum in the dental,
my hate for what is fake reenacting instrumentals,
echoing it in the tracks and sampling like it’s a rental.
this fake emcee hip-hop world needs to reiterate,
what hip-hop is now, its new progression brings me to tears
springing from DMC, Beastie Boys, it needs a new slate
Originated from the true hip-hop started by pioneers.

Fuck mainstream.
Fuck commercial.
Fuck the fake.
And fuck you if you doubt me.
_________________________________

J-Dilla the Killa.


*EDIT*:
Nice way to vent hatered for what the industry's
done to rape an art form...
~Bounce~

.. Cold Snow, the same Old Prose every Christmas ..
My girl has a hundread seperate things on her wish list
.. Since her mom left .. its been tough & and im hurtin' ..
.. She's out flirtin with guys; while im left stuffing the turkey ..
.. But as luck would have it - thats where the plot thickened ..
.. i was watching TV, when i noticed my lottery ticket ..
.. matched the balls on the screen; my numbers had come up ..
.. so this year; my girl can have EVERYTHING she wants ..
.. I offered her ANYTHING in the world; but she didnt want that
.. " I dont want presents daddy, all i wants my mom back .."

Alliteration Cypher:

Creation's continuously caressed,
through thoughts tideous toil
expression is eternally emitted...
sprouting from subconscious soil
emotion engulps every entity,
inspiring internal ingenuity
minds meticulously moniter muses...
brazenly bestowing the brain's beauty
depictions are drawn discretely,
portraying the psyche's portrait
renderings reveal reality's recesses...
for frontal freedom i am fortunate

^Nice contribution, very good use of alliteration...
-Bounce


Topical Cypher
Topic: Who is Bounce?(as left by hyper active)

Bounce? Who the fuck is Bounce? I'll answer this...
He's the mod up in here, you hyperactyve, bitch!
He's the top dog, head honcho, big man in charge...
Always looming over Cypher, he literally lives large.
I call him friend, compadre, as well as my brother...
We both took the hard way, and became fathers.
So I relate to this dude, we been working for years...
In industry, him being, me dealing with engineers.
And we both bring heat, Latinos are known for it...
Him with debates and topicals, me in the way I spit.
The man's also a patriot, willing to bleed for belief...
And pay for our freedom, even at the price of grief.
So don't question again, herb, who the fucks who...
Cuz Bounce is recognized here and...
....................That's more than I can say for you!

Again B2K has demonstrated another solid drop. You rock man!



Topical Cypher:
Topic: Midget porn

Turned on the box full of the devil's embellishing
Then my eyes witnessed something embarrasing
El nino chiquito esta con tico
Tico quiere una bolsa de cheetos
Tiene hambre tico, entonces tico le chupo el pico a el nino chiquito,
Y el nino chiquito le regalo los cheetos
se volvieron chiquitos
y tico ayo el pico muy rico
Their souls became full of cupid's scorn
Because even cupid hates stupid porn

Thanks for the laugh Sharp...
Bounce

My Last 24 Hours...

if I had 24 hours to live, the story is torn,
into minutes and seconds trapped on this message bored...
nobody can tell how dope, rich, wack, bitch or pour he is,
18 pieces of legends, stuck to the bottom of where glory is...
this whore exists to enter-act with emcees,
text gods, audio squads, battle writtens n' bitter poetry...
faced the net ego, same paced at 9 in the morning,
still arguing with children, his crew calls it a whoring...
but kids' 12 and the ego is ancient based on text status,
no album, no fame, no glory, nothing to show vet rapper..
and thus he switches around his 15th hour...
to devour these herbs, kids who wish to earn power...
not just yet... as he will digress and lay back,
that same track he saw others go down, he called them wack...
as he approaches the final second, the vinyls weathered,
can't scratch his emotions... emerging oare nes who are better...
many known and found... friends, loves, all around,
all for not knowing 1440 is close to deaths sound...
Nique and Born, Real, Merge, teenth and more,
Bribe, Sludge, Jace, find what you're seeking for...
Toke's one of the greatest, Feeble's there,
P's really good here... $pitacular will go seek n' whore...
W. Rite ya dead wrong with wordplay... shits sick and disgustin,
well let me stop hatin... as far as battles ya sick n disgustin...
Smoke n' Sav................................. my favorite to watch,
joke n' stab.................................... Av's greatest to spot...
and I hope this makes sense... most likely Op'll feel,
for all you hatin mufuckas Tax the most real...
Brandon can suck two dicks... I seen the change son,
from Alldig, to Kalvin, to Progress... end of the reign cus...
Chrit keep pushin, Quo, Mind n' Merk keep in touch,
Avalon had 24 hours to live... and now his 24's up...






fuck this.

i didn't add this in, but that was just ill. -feeble

[Born To Kill]

This is a little bit of an update...

Self Prop Cypher

by Telekinetic

I’m the sickest with this, bitch I’m clever as shit
Just imagine ill fetishes… and I’m sicker than it
Everything I print to paper is a serial mind raper
Leave you like waterfalls an just catch the vapor
When I pull a lyrical caper I’m breakin the laws
Of physics and others, leave you mothers in awe
When I smother and saw you all to many pieces
I get obese with talent the way my skill increases
So lock ya door and hide ya nieces… I bring war
Cause this talent ceases more cats than pet stores

[Born To Kill]

Topical Cypher

Child Pornography

by GhettoFabolous

Man some good news yo y'all aint gon believe this
My baby girl is carryin around a 4 month featus
Gotta be an act of jesus, cuz lord know we been tryin
Good news got me so high it feels like im flying
Shits excitin, cant wait for my seed to be concieved
Happiness overuling sense, how was i to know i been decieved
Lookin forward to a youth, runnin around actin like a fool
My views of my seed got me overridin the thoughts of truth
Doin everything n workin hard, but still protectin my girl
If i lost her it'd be like an earthquake, wreckin my world
5 months later, she calls me up tellin me da waters broke
Bouncin from work, hollerin at my boss that i gotta go
Rushin home, pickin up my girl n racin to hospital fast
Speedin, not givin a fuck im doin 100 as i pass da officers ass
Got to da hospital, askin if they possible have a doctor
Ready for delievery cuz now she goin into labour
Takin da docs out to help my girl outta my Sabre
Goin to da ward, minutes seemin like hours
Nearly breakin down, all thats keepin me is will power
Hearin a babys cry, caught a tear to my surprise
Rushin back into da room and never thought twice
When i saw they eyes, few eyebrows raisin
For da baby was black, both me n my girl caucasion
Then i saw my black cuzzn, mind racin and buzzin
No way is it his yo, i fuckin trust him
My closest, no way would he do this, it'd be foolish
We been tyte for years, solo and as a crew shit
My cuzz look at my girl, for a second they eyes meet
No way did my girl give birth from another guys meat
But its tru, i been deiceved my girl done conceived this kid
" U wanna hold him? "
Hell NO!
.............................................How can i recieve his kid?

[Born To Kill]

Haiku Cypher

Topic: Starlight

By Mantra

A dreams distant glow
So bright but so far away
Fading into dawn

[Born To Kill]

Topical Cypher...

My dad (a slam poet), by Grey Punch

He layed waste to the stage, and he wrote page after page,
his second home was the studio, but Chicago was always his cage.
He found love and then lost it, but life can still go on,
So he flowed on and showed on, refusin' to live a life as a pawn.
He vowed to raise his son right, and teach him instead of train,
but his belt would be always there, even when he didn't remain.
He tried to maintain the pain that had engulfed his brain,
but the outlet he always had just faded away.
He was my hero, but he lost faith in his own word,
so he rode the white pony to kill the 'mocking' birds.
And in '99 the messanger who smited crime with his work,
had met his fate to the L train, while fucked up on bright dirt.