Where the fucks everyone at...
i wanted ta step in the cypha so i could dicipha if im an acute,
on point,
verbal snipa.
Killing souls, bags of coal is what youll get for christmas.
Drillin holes, grab the controls, your life is no longer in existance.
Your repents better been good youll get destroyed,
Virtually all versitile weapons have been deployed.
I just heard a command from my minds over head,
all signals are shutting down its now time for bed.
NIght people are here.
Last edited by mindone; November 7th, 2004 at 12:45 AM
Yall aint ever heard of anomalies like my verbal philosophy
sittin amongst these cold cats, i'm the only thermal commodity
the verdict aint audibly expressed...still, yall probably detest
but if u make mockeries n jest, i'll put ya odyssey ta' rest
i'm possibly the best, my lyrical weapons leave armories impressed
into hip hop---my heart n soul is what i commonly invest
like a robbery of flesh, i'ma skin u cats wit my sharp replies
i'ma part the skies--omen--like when ravens start ta' cry
let ya carcass fry...Revel gon send u to hell in handbasket
a felon till man ask that i'm placed in a cell or a damn casket
fuck the limit i ran past it...scramblin wit cancerous tactics
cant understand it? then u git left behind like cannibus bag bits...
Ok I'm handle this
you ain't gon get half, the fire that yo man'll get
Cats that wanna spit
All they do is just ramble shit
But when the hammer spit
Then you splitin like a candle stick//KES
^I don't know??^
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
what you kno about a longnose smith & wesson.....
hollow tips in the barrel leave ya chest a mess and....
ar 15 silencer and beam kill a whole squad no matter the size of the team......
12 guage shotti tear a piece of ya body......
have you kicking like you joining karate......
the sawdoff put to your grill......
closed casket now how ya family feel......
i got guns like pekachoo that peek and shoot atchu.....
a lil duce duce for when im in public.....
pop off my hand can't get enough of it.....
no matter the gun big or small.....
i keep something in pocket to knock ya fitted off.....
and im not just rapping i live this shit......
im married to my guns cause they make niggas bitch.....
and if i get a attempt they make niggas snitch.....
thats why i don't leave till i empty the clip.......
no matter if i miss you still get hit....
four five with extended clip......
I'M in dis place i'm new tryin to get my posts/as soon as i get dem nigga imma forreal battle all da bitches and bros/i'm ready to rap,it's what i came fo/i can say what i want and make everyone hit da flo/already battled few,and i'm ready for da real/holla at me niggas,forreal dis bitch is ill/smokin weed all night/now my head isnt on right/ready for anything/that just might come my way/ready for every coward that got something to say
cats bring nothing my way, they get their claws cut
get their paws fucked, broken until they roar, what?
mister magic on the mic i write fluorescent thoughts
they glow in the dark, sparking, this incandescent brought
fuck limitations, my proclamations leave you in stretchers
after the morgue you get served up to hannibal lecter
its true that i wreck ya, turn you to specters
educate a listener with a thousand letchures
i'm in the blackness with a torch on the search for truth
carrion crows watch my progress, perched on roof
circling and waiting for the moment i fall
but thats mission impossible and no-ones on it at all
some say i'm cocky, others say that i'm just self-aware
my ego can take knocks but i self repair, prepare
for invasion: metaphorical, literal and such
and be damn certain i remain spitting in the rush
p.s. why can't non-mods start cyphers? its ridiculous man. does someone seriously believe that mods have ALL the good ideas or what? change the rule and i garantee the posting will increase in this forum.
SS League Record 31-8
SS HW Champ
14 x OM HoF
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
i cant understand why most emcees are empty/ decieved like when the snake came to tempt eve/ they should get beat everytime they pen meet the text sheet/ i fire up God and give em some blessed heat/ the games all about rappers who can wreck beats/ but its filled wit heads who just say, " can i have my check, please"
dont disrepect me, i flow off the last guy
take the concept and flip it and watch it pass by
a basic mastery of multis can increase your game
unlock your mind power and release the fame
this is effortless, take a guess how long ive been writing
i got fiends fighting for my cast offs, i've seen biting
superfluious nonsense, erractic conceptions
pitiful delivery and spastic conventions
SS League Record 31-8
SS HW Champ
14 x OM HoF
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
Im 'POST'N-THIS-SCRIPT' ;
'WIT-HOPES-OF-CHOK'N-A-BITCH'
step up kidd-n- get'cha chest 'BLOWN-2-ABYSS'
move 'SLOWLY-N-SWIFT'
YOU only 'provok'n' a fist fight i'm 'HOLD'N-A-FIFTH'
'GET-IT-RIGHT' I'm takin 'OVER-THIS-SHIT'
Use the mic chord-n-get'cha 'NECK' 'BROKE-INTO-CHIPS'
Cats is MADD @ my freestyles, now they 'HOP'N-4-WRITS' =(WRITTENS)
I put it plain-n-simple take 'NOTES-OF-THE-KIDD'
CUT-N-PASTE make sure ya get 'ALL-OF-THIS-HERE'
'matta fact' brag about-it-'TOAST-IT-N-CHEER'........
KALIKOZE911.....
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=153168
FEEDBACK PLZ....
Ima lyrical phenome playing literal ping pong with spiritual song-songs
Should a vet dare to test it?- competition best dream on
When it all seems gone, my metas form like H bomb blasts
Nuking inferior opposition with better vernacular contrasts
I settle these conflicts with ease like a genocidal disease
Freeze before I seize and grip n rip you, have your soul released
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
Aint nobody close to me n thaz how it's supposed ta' be
i'm the ghost, emotionally cripplin, ripplin like the ocean breeze
like 244 degrees, i'm way too hot for the average human
makin whole cities collapse ta' ruins when these raps is fumin
the master's movin, n yall cant even hope ta' catch up
any cat who act up gits smacked wit my fist clasped shut
i jab guts.....me? at the bottom? those are only misprints
i'm at the top, far from u phony infants, i'm remotely distant
Most of you cats'll be iight when you dead
I'm the bounty hunter, is there a price on yo head/
I'll drop a nigga just like I fumbled you
1 or 2 punchlines is damn sure to crumble you/
I'll burn a few, I mean people and a blunt or two
The way I'll put these feet on you, you'll think I just punted you//KES
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
I hush the speakin of geeks, no doubt i crush the weak
proud, keepin outta reach of fags wit they blushes meek
i've touched the peak, i'm just a leap away from the pinnacle
i work wonders n miracles, my wordplay n puns are biblical
the one wit lyrical affinity - me - livin wit veteran immunity
dreaded like an uzi be, numba one? ya betta assume it's me
shit aint what it used ta' be, but i have risen above the gap
spittin a hundred caps of lyrical shots, symbolism of love for rap...
i got love for that, i got a mic fused to my very soul
but i feel like i've been handed john kerry's role
the empty stem in the cherry bowl, empty and drained
left shouting at the bullshit tempting the brains
of gullible fucks, and aint no-one pulling them up
tv sluts i cut with a razorblade, what?
its my greatest ambition to be the planet's hero
but for now just tune into channel zero
SS League Record 31-8
SS HW Champ
14 x OM HoF
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 50 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
im all about gettin dinero/ im sicker then the taxi driver that was played by de niro/ but my name aint robert/ i drop hot words and chop verbs multisyllable/ yall must be graph paper cuz the way im fuckin rippin you/ its neatly done/ ive nearly won the heart of the nation so you better fear me son
Posting Rules
