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| EmSeeD |
Date: Saturday, 27/Dec/08, 2:57 PM | Message # 196 |
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big things in the horizon
is what i keep my eyes on
so many scores of chores,
and how to ignore my flaws,
i used to withdraw, because,
i didn't wanna fail, this is a new year,
a crews here, to stay though,
I've got big plans, in my hands,
with rhyming and designing,
and where i stand, seems like perfect timing,
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| tha-dropper |
Date: Tuesday, 30/Dec/08, 9:10 PM | Message # 197 |
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..tha dropper..
im Ten times eleven 'a fool
'an never settle'n for anything not better than you
i'll talk shit when i got it so i spot it 'an go
i sold middies.. but shit its kinda lot like tha dro
tha shit was light brown
'an smoked.. like 'a mother fucker
so i might sound.. retarded when i roast another
its like that..
..im mister jokes shittin on you if you wanna come against me
no fun when mother fuckers think of fighting when im dissing
thats bull shit...
..i swear ta' god these mother fuckers must want to get knocked out
cause they issues is so obvious 'an im just like.. why?
i hate you.. im playin.. but i do not like you
so take your.. ass there.. 'an we can just move on
then see why you choose wrong im leave'n you foolish
so clean your damn teath.. 'an wash your damn mouth
'an never talk to me again cause i just bounced out...Added (30/Dec/08, 9:10 Pm)
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..my multiple syllable schemed internet steeze
been in tha needs trim'n tha greens of envious fiends
dim'n tha beems listen ta' me im in it ta' feed
'an throw it up blow it up go nuts 'an intervien
so what..
no cariko is touched by married folks
or rushed to seringeti's national forest
let it burn.. 'an then just laugh at tha chorus
is you smack'n a gorgeous bitch you mastered tha whore'n
or you master to whores wit 'an actual course of swagger inforced..
..acrabaticle nonsense master craft'n tha pens
act'n slacker again depressed raptures with-in
attack emotions 'an crack crackers sprinkle'n crumbles
witness that wrinckle of time collapse an sink in tha jungles
try ta' wink 'an we rumble no believe'n in humbleness
weak is your uncle when we creep on you dumb fucks...
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| Kiba |
Date: Sunday, 04/Jan/09, 11:08 AM | Message # 198 |
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This is a lil rhyme i scibbled down the other week while trippin on acid lol (i always wanted to try ever since i started writting in this cypher)
might be a lil hard to understand but you should get it at the end.... Also i got a way more stranger one then this but il put it up laterz Kate and i both put up the headboards, sweep the cobwebs off the floor
greet the musky dusty groove sets the mood thoroughly, late night to morning early
could it be real these thing i see making me feel whirly?
spinning in my linen sheets, zero cynical amount counts for nothing when you sleep
gotta be sweet like cinnamon treats
analyse gibberish better off making the tree tickerlish, even if its carnivorous
taking random like negative time makes the undefined, until it takes a shape less conspicuous
hop in the clouds im well in doubt, see the pitter swim paddle bust my flood i will tandem
if it’s a goat i don’t wanna converse but if she’s a bird reverse il be upon her like a saddle
scan satellites are bright like fireflies in the night
entropy pushing the piston and it feels tight
energy clown making the rounds with sizound
there it biz to the stream let it rezound
living the dream catch the twinkle on the rebound
distinguished between heavenly english and the paganistic convolute
this is the subconscious culture
I looked at the moon so full and so bright
And then at the fireplace with its flickering light
And realised why this world will never be right 
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Sunday, 04/Jan/09, 11:20 AM | Message # 199 |
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Quote (Kiba) Kate and i both put up the headboards, sweep the cobwebs off the floor
greet the musky dusty groove sets the mood thoroughly, late night to morning early
could it be real these thing i see making me feel whirly?
spinning in my linen sheets, zero cynical amount counts for nothing when you sleep
gotta be sweet like cinnamon treats
analyse gibberish better off making the tree tickerlish, even if its carnivorous
taking random like negative time makes the undefined, until it takes a shape less conspicuous
hop in the clouds im well in doubt, see the pitter swim paddle bust my flood i will tandem
if it’s a goat i don’t wanna converse but if she’s a bird reverse il be upon her like a saddle
scan satellites are bright like fireflies in the night
entropy pushing the piston and it feels tight
energy clown making the rounds with sizound
there it biz to the stream let it rezound
living the dream catch the twinkle on the rebound
distinguished between heavenly english and the paganistic convolute
this is the subconscious culture Yeah....
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Wednesday, 07/Jan/09, 8:59 PM | Message # 200 |
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The worlds a place where the strong will survive
yeah the man who fought for there pride and died
the media's advise was lies devides in lines to enslave
mankind with heatwaves to the mind there stuck in time
sad faces on children shine. soldier bust in and now
watch the little boy go sleep with blood running from his head
to his feet this is reality when it comes to war it aint
sweet. the tv and radio supply a message to brainwash
your soul and turn ur body cold. causes its to late escape
you lost faith all you know is hate. go into battle
you better be superman cause you will never come
back a better man naw the same infact to remain
on gods stage where we play to lay dead in this
bloody rampage i turn the last page your in a cage
your mind dies your bodys in a rage
you lost your sefl respect thats what you
get when you fuck with a reality check
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Monday, 12/Jan/09, 12:05 PM | Message # 201 |
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Aint no time to play around
im from the shadiest town
where suckers get knocked to the ground
these clowns words are gaged-n-bound
when i come around,get ready to run
to come to face me and collaps like lungs
ya get hung from ya neck. check the time
for the rhyme its the last time you'll shine
im getting more fucked up then a handicap
on moonshine with a hint of lime you learn
to read inbetween the lines i aint packing
nines i planting landmines to blow up
this bitch skyhigh. its the problem starter
the evil master the mother fucking disaster
so look at what the cay dragged in where do i
begin ever since my fucking birth its been nothing
but sin im here to win not loose il bruse your
dudes who step and make the wrong move
its the Jap half black shadow cat my mind is
mentle wordplay is gentle my plan is simple
its to bust you like a pimple. you wack
fucks cant even spit a perfect rhyme
im ten times over your lines getting a stack of dimes
iv told you bro you cant over come the flow
we throw blows i hit and break ya nose
lay low il rip the skin from your torso
im getting rare info i never slap a hoe
rhymes come n go speed like turbo
at the race show pull out the pistol
and now watch his face blow
the crowds eyes glow im leaving
blood all over white snow so follow
the shadow in a room of doom
its a full moon the animal
inside me comes out to play
i see shades of grey over come
the city getting so fucked up on piss
even an ugly chick looks pritty
im gritty when it comes to this
cypher i strike like a viper
im spitting venom like a cobra
this aint no verse about bling
its about to be worse then
the beat on rodney king
its time to finish what iv started
on you retarded wack bastards
im leaving more blood then a
fat bitch on her rags to many fags
in mags wined up in body bags think i got carried away?
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| eboyd |
Date: Monday, 12/Jan/09, 2:25 PM | Message # 202 |
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Hell no you didn't get carried away! THAT SHIT WAS FUCKING DOPE!!!!!!!
my new theme song
erikboyd60@hotmail.com
"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
-T.S. Eliot
battle record:
7-0-0
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Monday, 12/Jan/09, 11:29 PM | Message # 203 |
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Quote (eboyd) Hell no you didn't get carried away! THAT SHIT WAS FUCKING DOPE!!!!!!!
I randomly write all that aswell
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| eboyd |
Date: Tuesday, 13/Jan/09, 3:39 AM | Message # 204 |
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dope shit! you need to record it on a beat somehow.
my new theme song
erikboyd60@hotmail.com
"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
-T.S. Eliot
battle record:
7-0-0
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Tuesday, 13/Jan/09, 10:52 AM | Message # 205 |
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Quote (Kriptah-Knite) Aint no time to play around
im from the shadiest town
where suckers get knocked to the ground
these clowns words are gaged-n-bound
when i come around,get ready to run
to come to face me and collaps like lungs
ya get hung from ya neck. check the time
for the rhyme its the last time you'll shine
im getting more fucked up then a handicap
on moonshine with a hint of lime you learn
to read inbetween the lines i aint packing
nines i planting landmines to blow up
this bitch skyhigh. its the problem starter
the evil master the mother fucking disaster
so look at what the cat dragged in where do i
begin ever since my fucking birth its been nothing
but sin im here to win not loose il bruse your
dudes who step and make the wrong move
its the Jap half black shadow cat my mind is
mentle wordplay is gentle my plan is simple
its to bust you like a pimple. you wack
fucks cant even spit a perfect rhyme
im ten times over your lines getting a stack of dimes
iv told you bro you cant over come the flow
we throw blows i hit and break ya nose
lay low il rip the skin from your torso
im getting rare info i never slap a hoe
rhymes come n go speed like turbo
at the race show pull out the pistol
and now watch his face blow
the crowds eyes glow im leaving
blood all over white snow so follow
the shadow in a room of doom
its a full moon the animal
inside me comes out to play
i see shades of grey over come
the city getting so fucked up on piss
even an ugly chick looks pritty
im gritty when it comes to this
cypher i strike like a viper
im spitting venom like a cobra
this aint no verse about bling
its about to be worse then
the beat on rodney king
its time to finish what iv started
on you retarded wack bastards
im leaving more blood then a
fat bitch on her rags to many fags
in mags wined up in body bags
PT2 Well its the lyrical creation the rhyme assassination
i turn a nation in to devastation, when im on the mic
its like iv created a non-hated generation
i use my mind for rhymes fuck a pencil il strap
a bomb to your temple. my flows you clone
wait until your alone il remove flesh from the bone
my eyes are cristal clear, even after my 10th
beer im rocking suckers in fear, iv got skills
that you other cats lack. the chips of stacked
you could fuck a whore on stage and still couldnt
get a clap. i lap around your lines you cant even
analyze this wicked rhyme that shines in your eyes
leaving you dry and takes away your air supply
your going to die when you try to denie your spine
gets paralzyed. i chop down fake cunts like tree trunks
turn there bones to bed bunks feel the funk
or get capized like a ship sunk.
fuck the bullshit about the fish in the sea
its the devilish M.c with a lyrical fetish you see
im the untold mystery leaving you a chapper
in history. this is the take over so be ready
bring ya whole crew but before you new
theres a dagger in ya flesh tissuse
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| tha-dropper |
Date: Tuesday, 13/Jan/09, 8:49 PM | Message # 206 |
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..never claimed no rap shit
check this mother fucker what i bang for practice
i get slang reactions like 'a main attraction
cause my range is massive
'an if you aint tryna see it hop out tha way 'a that shit...
..rearanged tha axis how i sway wit accent
i can play a bastard to retain 'a swagger
but tha hatered staggers peeps ta' say tha least
i dont tame tha streets
i used ta' do it i did it
yea i was 'hard' dog.. but i aint used in'a minute
i went right threw it 'an shit it but still i knew ide forget it
so now im cruisin infinate my own way..
..wit tha moves i invented....Added (13/Jan/09, 8:49 Pm)
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..wanna hear 'dat gangsta thug shit
prankstas wanna bust
then retaliate tha shit jus' for tha sake 'a gettin krunk
but then realize where i from
fiend drug addicts turnin bum
then think thug
'an dramaticly be changin what is what
grown men mother fuckers still got problems that they cover up
thats when gangsta shit be come'n up...
..ask ya'self how many times ya seen one of 'em smile
aint no joke
been a while sense they life is shitty piles
talkin haters always hate but why you hate'n on tha haters
great debater mother fuckers yall aint take'n nothin greater
sit 'an sceem on'a plot
lost every dream that ya got
whatever drug enters your body now you thinkin alot
anybody wanna peace 'a tha crop
mother fuckers be forgettin alot
fuck it...
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Wednesday, 14/Jan/09, 0:23 AM | Message # 207 |
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Quote (eboyd) dope shit! you need to record it on a beat somehow
Yeah i didnt really think it was all that good after i re-read it
the 2nd verse is a little bit better in my opinon
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| 11thPlague |
Date: Wednesday, 14/Jan/09, 1:15 PM | Message # 208 |
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Cant be a cipher without the plague
after ten and ten more after im dead
a poet for the dead smoked up on the meds
pale to the face but glass colored red
I have risen from hell when jesus has fell
from the sky ashamed cause he failed
Its all up to me. Im no longer person A.D.
The demon in me bates for all that he sees
the code the creed that bleeds from within
the rivers the caves the miles of rage
Cant turn the page till the problem is laced
Awaits the day that he will be free
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Thursday, 15/Jan/09, 6:32 AM | Message # 209 |
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Well its the rap turbulence that puts you in the
back of an ambulance when you try to dance
with the dude with the lyrical lance. you took
the only chance to make a move but made the
mistake of been to fake got wiped out
now your there stunned to the world your a fool
my rhymes race around your thoughts
like a whirlpool. now watch me run up
broad daylight on this bitch and beat his
ass with a nightstick. im the craziest dude
when it comes to this cipher il remove your DNA
so a police dog wont find ya. you cant master
this you only clone it. get off my dick you've already
blown it
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| 11thPlague |
Date: Thursday, 15/Jan/09, 11:56 PM | Message # 210 |
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The beginning of crazy come to NW H-town
Mind racy; A dynamite in you; Eight hounds
Surrounding you coming off of the grey hound
Time ticking tick tock thirty seconds on clocks
Blast from the past no time to be messin around
No time for lessons no doubt write message or shout
To the clouds that bring doubt SO WHAT YOU ABOUT!
They said i got it back no time to relax
Just time for the facts cause the bitch in you
Just came out in mass and you just came last
By this time the hounds are scaring you down
On a pit full on fire labeled a liar not to admire
The slow words of your writer
Ten seconds on clocks the end is near
Say your last words to the poet thats here
Freeze the cam laugh at you soaking in fear
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