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The Cypher
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| eboyd |
Date: Sunday, 18/Jan/09, 3:07 AM | Message # 226 |
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verse remanded: Emcees attest me because on the mic I get testy/
God blessed me with a gift to make moves like a chess piece/
Making rhymes unique restlessly/
If my heart skipped on a beat you couldn't cardiac arrest me/
I breathe lyrics that are deathly without reck/
Play me on your tape deck but protect your neck/
As I come out of the chamber I cause danger/
Emcees in my hangar face plagues and pestilence/
and bear witness my decadence/
Powerful almighty give you the news lightly/
After I bring plight to your people. A lyrical god like Aphrodite/
But not goddess. My mental prowess gives no allowance/
To mortal beings who I have fleeing. My skill's boundless/
Lyrical landlord leasing property you can't afford/
Your rent is due. I rhyme straight through you/
Burn a hole into your iris collapsing your brain with a virus/
Take you to the top of the Hill like Cypress/
Stand tall but pious to show you my godly likeness/
Then have you look into my eyes, the world spins faster/
Darkness falls and the sky gets blacker/
Even the Egyptians couldn't make this prediction/
Turn your reality into fiction and causing mad friction/
Christians will turn to Wiccans, Jews to Pagans/
Humble become flagrant, some wonder where the day went/
Time flies like elephants, gravity's irrelevant/
The impoverished and uneducated are rich and eloquent/
Settlements become sites of proverbs, it's absurd/
While you follow I remain my roost your skill's obtuse/
I let loose and am led to my cruc-/
-ifixion only to be arisen in three days time/
Walking on water, preventing slaughter and healing the blind/
I retract to the heavens, make sure the lesson's well learned/
But next time i drop rhymes tell them the Messiah's returned.
my new theme song
erikboyd60@hotmail.com
"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
-T.S. Eliot
battle record:
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| Kiba |
Date: Sunday, 18/Jan/09, 12:39 PM | Message # 227 |
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Deleted this one!!!!!!!!!!!! was too dope for the cypher im letting a friend use it for a cd 
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 
Message edited by Kiba - Tuesday, 20/Jan/09, 11:31 AM
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Monday, 19/Jan/09, 6:57 AM | Message # 228 |
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I'm having flashbacks to a place where iv never been
a place were blood runs down like a stream. Children
talk people stalk. theres another children layed out in chork.
this ain't no sad rap its a sad fact the daft was in tacted
a goverment plan of attack a knife in ya back twisted lies
got minds in a world of abstract there shot to nothing
just a body laying flat remember that when you
join a plan to interact a hatred man with a plan
to destory a land, maybe still kill 100 man
it goes on for years people in tears afraid of
the fear. (IL FINISH LATER!)
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| tha-dropper |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 5:00 PM | Message # 229 |
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..lives come crippled.. bitch
..welcome to tha five one triple
this..
aint for fuckin kids
minature imature minds find it hard to believe
yall act retarded to me
never wanted to put two cents in for 'a marvellous feet
yo dog im start'n ta' reach
tha place thats not gone defeat me
lifes my medicine--its sick
went in circles for years.. now i gargle it weekly
rollin marbles wit geeks im play'n
sorry i geeked--im sayin..
...fuck you... Added (21/Jan/09, 5:00 Pm)
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...tha dropper
..i come from 'a broke'n fuckin home
smoke'n weed
daddys trippin now im sittin all alone
look at me
in tha mirror now my mind be thinkin wrong
gave it up
but this mother fucker think i play around
say i didnt..
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..now im gettin kinda pissed..
but i roll it off my shoulder cause it aint worth all tha shit
full 'a shit
what tha mother fucker is
swear ta' god
that i bust this mother fuckers other hand if come'n wrong
its 'a plauge that im live'n in
no way im give'n in
'an i sway from insecurities that dent insurance
my therapy appointments only be on low occurance
my issues kinda different
cause in suburbian areas problems is addiction
so please dont get it twisted
jus' listen in muthafucka please...
Message edited by tha-dropper - Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 5:00 PM
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| eboyd |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 6:30 PM | Message # 230 |
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Quote (Kiba) Deleted this one!!!!!!!!!!!! was too dope for the cypher im letting a friend use it for a cd happy lol! i'm probably using my above one on record too, but why delete it? if anyone here uses it instead and banks off of it, that just shows me how dope it actually was. i'll still make my own version of it though.
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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| LLyRiC |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 7:10 PM | Message # 231 |
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Some people consider me a mockery,
thatz not possible cuhz i am possibly a lyrical prophecy,
when i spit so sick flow sthere is no stoppin me,
lyrically, i am inconspicuous, so u wont be spottin me,
flowz so sick, delivery so quick, makez u feel in danger,
more disturbing than gettin tortured in aushwitz gas chamber,
my rhyme schemes seem more addictive than crack,
it feeds you fiends and keeps you guys cumin back,
for more and more,
i swim in a sea full of creativity, unpredictable abilities,
sum times in a state of tranquility, peaceful, filled wit magnanimity,
other timez im like are u shittin me,
cynical,murder wannabe emcees so lyrically,
they could feel it phyisically,
see my mind iz my nine, and my rhymez are my bulletz,
my emotionz iz the trigger, and everytime i pull it,
i fire semi-automatic wordz that uve never heard,
that sound so ubsurd,
but thatz only to u ignorant turdz whose vocab iz slurd
L.L.y.R.i.C. L.et L.oose Y.our R.eal I.nner C.reativity spreading the word through my music
that real true hip hop that i love
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| eboyd |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 7:20 PM | Message # 232 |
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tight verse! that last line needs work though. sounds a bit strange. i know the idea is that they are "so absurd" as you said in the line above, but idk, it is just weird. the rest is dope though!
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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| LLyRiC |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 7:23 PM | Message # 233 |
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thankz yea i know i noticed that too Added (21/Jan/09, 7:23 Pm)
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wherez the hip hop i use to adore,
wherez the message in the music, i dont see it nemore,
wherez the messagez that use to hit me in the heart, in the core,
but that waz before they dropped most of the hip hop mentors,
now everything became commercialized,
talkin bout how moneyz the prize,
and how there so hardcore,
naw u jus fuked and took advantage of hip hop like a dirty whore,
left her sore, till she couldnt stand nemore,
dont give a fuk if u got crazy ass metaphorz,
there predictable newayz, jus how u make the money pour,
yet u dont talk bout nething meaningful, like the war,
and how itz good for bussiness,
yet makez the poor even more poor,
i tried so hard to ignore,
how they jus helped the elites kick intellect out the door,
now kidz get made fun of for entering a fukn bookstore!!,
dumbin down society,
so when they take control of us there wont be an uproar,
but sure, keep talking bout wat u wore,
n how much u got it for, at the fukn clothing store,
while the poor jus get ur sloppy secondz off the floor,
made us weak in the kneez by giving us a disease,
and say there still lookin for a cure,
it waz fukn man made, of course they have a cure,
open ur eyez, n fukn explore,
why would they tell us the solution if therez no money in the cure,
but lotz of money in the bullshit medication, thatz forshure,
dont talk bout letz bring back the peace,
cuhz therez no peace to restore,
jus get ready to fight a one sided war like never before
L.L.y.R.i.C. L.et L.oose Y.our R.eal I.nner C.reativity spreading the word through my music
that real true hip hop that i love
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| eboyd |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 7:24 PM | Message # 234 |
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np
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: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 7:33 PM | Message # 235 |
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I'm having flashbacks to a place where iv never been
a place were blood runs down like a stream. Children
talk people stalk. theres another children layed out in chork.
this ain't no sad rap its a sad fact the daft was in tacted
a goverment plan of attack a knife in ya back twisted lies
got minds in a world of abstract there shot to nothing
just a body laying flat remember that when you
join a plan to interact a hatred man with a plan
to destory a land, maybe still kill 100 man
it goes on for years people in tears afraid of
the fear. that surrounds towns men women n familys
fled some shot dead yeah the true meaning of painting
the town red. the battle leave's scars that remain a total
nightmare a beast of fear unleashed when your not awhere
your shaking in tears the last days are near so much stress
no rest but none the less. this is a message to the young folk
thinking there gonna go somewhere like the media folk
but there hearts are broke thinking lifes a joke
until they choke on what life provokes sending you in
to a stroke the message is wrote now wait until the day
peace is awoke
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| LLyRiC |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 7:55 PM | Message # 236 |
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behold,a lil boy who was jus 8 yearz old,
bright child, but sadly his future was already foretold,
started dancin wit the devil young, n quickly lost his soul,
but it waznt bought, trust me it waznt even sold,
it was jus a cycle he waz in,created by hiz family,
from hez uncle named Sammy and aunt Sally,
who were sick of being bothered, so they created a gang,
that grew and spread through the country like a deadly plague,
the boy was seeing all this like he waz front row,starin at the stage,
but the full change occured when hiz brother handed him his first 12 guage,
told him itz kill or be killed, unleashin the beast from the cage,
the boy started gangbangin and drug slangin at such a young age,
alwayz waz trued up, blued up, and stayed tru to the left side,
alwayz waved hiz flag around, didnt have anything to hide,
called himself c-rip, shit i wonder why,
alwayz waz with hiz homiez ready to ride,
he felt invincible, like he could never die,
till that one night where he got into that rival fight,
got shanked 8 timez, felt faint and swore he saw the light,
but lil c-rip was brought back to life,
after that night, he jus had a new insight,
started to bury his wrongs, and do whats right,
wanted to get out of the gang, but his brother said no,
not until u handle that kid, and i dont mean in a fight,
so c-rip got a mac-10 ready, and suddenly ran up on the kid,
blood spilled in the streets, payback for wat that bitch did,
but jus a few weeks later,when he was walkin down the street,
heard a car screech,bam bam!! dam got hit,
to shocked to scream even speak,
fell to the ground, tried to look around,
didnt see anyone tryin to help him get to hiz feet,
waznt until 10 minutez later when homeboy rolled by, much to hiz surprise,
saw lil c-rip layin there with no life in hiz eyez,
callin for help but it waz far to late, why even try,
momma was nearby,came 3 minutez later,
saw her son then started to scream and cry,
looked to the heavens in the sky, yelled oh god why,
tryed to change hiz life for the better, but why waz he denied,
from your mercy, this god shit must all be a lie,
mother had become hysterical, but it waz worse when his brother cam by,
mother started beatin brother, sayin itz ur fault hez gone,
brother looked at the body, knowing that wat hiz mother said waznt wrong,
and this is where i have to end this song,
c-rip was only 15, hez life cut short, didnt live long,
even though he tried to change, his past came along,
and decided hiz future, in an instant he waz gone,
the past alwayz catchez up to you, no matter witch way,
it can get to you in a year, a month, probably even a day,
so becarefull of your mistakes, cuhz even if you try to change,
your skeletons can cum back to life and your life can be totally deranged
L.L.y.R.i.C. L.et L.oose Y.our R.eal I.nner C.reativity spreading the word through my music
that real true hip hop that i love
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 7:59 PM | Message # 237 |
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Quote (LLyRiC) behold,a lil boy who was jus 8 yearz old,
bright child, but sadly his future was already foretold,
started dancin wit the devil young, n quickly lost his soul,
but it waznt bought, trust me it waznt even sold,
it was jus a cycle he waz in,created by hiz family,
from hez uncle named Sammy and aunt Sally,
who were sick of being bothered, so they created a gang,
that grew and spread through the country like a deadly plague,
the boy was seeing all this like he waz front row,starin at the stage,
but the full change occured when hiz brother handed him his first 12 guage,
told him itz kill or be killed, unleashin the beast from the cage,
the boy started gangbangin and drug slangin at such a young age,
alwayz waz trued up, blued up, and stayed tru to the left side,
alwayz waved hiz flag around, didnt have anything to hide,
called himself c-rip, shit i wonder why,
alwayz waz with hiz homiez ready to ride,
he felt invincible, like he could never die,
till that one night where he got into that rival fight,
got shanked 8 timez, felt faint and swore he saw the light,
but lil c-rip was brought back to life,
after that night, he jus had a new insight,
started to bury his wrongs, and do whats right,
wanted to get out of the gang, but his brother said no,
not until u handle that kid, and i dont mean in a fight,
so c-rip got a mac-10 ready, and suddenly ran up on the kid,
blood spilled in the streets, payback for wat that bitch did,
but jus a few weeks later,when he was walkin down the street,
heard a car screech,bam bam!! dam got hit,
to shocked to scream even speak,
fell to the ground, tried to look around,
didnt see anyone tryin to help him get to hiz feet,
waznt until 10 minutez later when homeboy rolled by, much to hiz surprise,
saw lil c-rip layin there with no life in hiz eyez,
callin for help but it waz far to late, why even try,
momma was nearby,came 3 minutez later,
saw her son then started to scream and cry,
looked to the heavens in the sky, yelled oh god why,
tryed to change hiz life for the better, but why waz he denied,
from your mercy, this god shit must all be a lie,
mother had become hysterical, but it waz worse when his brother cam by,
mother started beatin brother, sayin itz ur fault hez gone,
brother looked at the body, knowing that wat hiz mother said waznt wrong,
and this is where i have to end this song,
c-rip was only 15, hez life cut short, didnt live long,
even though he tried to change, his past came along,
and decided hiz future, in an instant he waz gone,
the past alwayz catchez up to you, no matter witch way,
it can get to you in a year, a month, probably even a day,
so becarefull of your mistakes, cuhz even if you try to change,
your skeletons can cum back to life and your life can be totally deranged
DOPEMATICAL!!! i dont know who u are but i like ur wordplay
and style u got going on there.
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| LLyRiC |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 8:01 PM | Message # 238 |
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Quote (Kriptah-Knite) DOPEMATICAL!!! i dont know who u are but i like ur wordplay
and style u got going on there. ahaha thankz man
L.L.y.R.i.C. L.et L.oose Y.our R.eal I.nner C.reativity spreading the word through my music
that real true hip hop that i love
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| eboyd |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 8:05 PM | Message # 239 |
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LLyRiC, you listen to Immortal Technique, don't you? the rhyme structure reminded me of You Never Know.
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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| LLyRiC |
Date: Wednesday, 21/Jan/09, 8:07 PM | Message # 240 |
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Quote (eboyd) LLyRiC, you listen to Immortal Technique, don't you? the rhyme structure reminded me of You Never Know. ahahaha yup yup hez one of my favoritez
for real i thought it would remind sumone of dancin wit the devil
but thatz a tru story though happened to my homiez brother in belize
L.L.y.R.i.C. L.et L.oose Y.our R.eal I.nner C.reativity spreading the word through my music
that real true hip hop that i love
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