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The Cypher
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| Kiba |
Date: Thursday, 12/Mar/09, 7:27 AM | Message # 346 |
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Injured your words design, inevitably unpredictable
bringing the certified, incredibly done lyrical
words set become rituals that make the heavens murmur
caved into stone solid like terra firma
artists of our energy have created a timeless thing
beyond diamond rings and all these spineless wimps
little mindless whinge, i piss on moronic fakes
spit until sonic shake and shift the tectonic plates
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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| tha-dropper |
Date: Thursday, 12/Mar/09, 9:18 PM | Message # 347 |
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...gotta be honest ta' fake cats
who take back little vision like 'a radio made track
play wit legos 'an fade back to 'an area way back
when tha mariners knew griffey when he hit 'em like way back
are you gettin my play back?
im not fittin ta' sway sacks
im jus' sittin ina' place where my wish'n is laid back
little kittins is stray cats in tha sun sippin lemonaid
cap guns.. never worry'n bout gettin paid
flurries were tha shit
snow days meant go play
in tha road way slippin when tha snow was froze mayne
haro bikes diamondback bunny hoppin over speed bumps
ghostride'n shit into tha gutter when we seen one
K.G. as 'a rookie eatin cookies 'an milk
penny 'an shaq... hit me back if you know what i feel
flow'n for real hella sealed got tha wheels embeded...
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Friday, 13/Mar/09, 6:08 AM | Message # 348 |
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I wrote this rhyme back in time with a pen dipped in blood
comsumed souls and had paralyzed minded humans slipping in mud
created floods a man builds an ark daytime soon becomes dark
and his heart is ripped out spat on my rhymes come together like voltron
the earthshakes the lakes the landscape breaks and crushes the human race
without a trace. the fires burning deep inside the mind thoughts fought back and forth
with one another your mind becomes ashes and turns to dust the flames bring pain
to the lames who claim fame for jacking a name its shame your soul
burns with hells fire now you fucking with devils messiah
a hurricane can be the meanest and scary it knocked the fetis of jesus out of mary
like adam and eve's incestery it was a mystery the story of cain and able was
miss writting il stab you with chopsticks in the kitchen for wishful thinnking
ima tsunami of demolition kriptah is the first division i blinded that mans vision
and had jesus wishing for a new religion his final decision was resurrection
it was the last selection my mind is a weapon ready to destory your mind
and wipe out the thoughts in your head extermanate your fate and leave
the weakminded dead for less its a bloody mess. il have u in a stress
state of mind and paralyze your spine nail your body to a cross have your
souls lost in out of space and have u in a tripped out world on life support
kidnap your thoughts.the last words are clear if you wanna fuck with RoccNine
you might aswell run into a wall covered with landmines!
i send a shine of light to blind your way of thinking il have ships sniking
to the dept of the sea and create history. the concept gets larger
i was the firs pilot to bomb pearl harbour. rip out skulls from heads
and left em dead eyes wide open had bodys choking had bodys smoking
in flames tied to wood burnt them down until nothing stood.
i aint evil its just way of thinking you only upset cause my mind
aint a vision trapt in a prison. Yeah:this might belong in the horrocore thread...
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| s0dr2 |
Date: Friday, 13/Mar/09, 1:23 PM | Message # 349 |
OGs
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Quote (Kriptah-Knite) I wrote this rhyme back in time with a pen dipped in blood
lol...emo kid!!
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." - Mark Twain
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| eboyd |
Date: Friday, 13/Mar/09, 2:16 PM | Message # 350 |
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No, that's called MF DOOM paraphrasing <_<
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: Friday, 13/Mar/09, 5:49 PM | Message # 351 |
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Quote (eboyd) No, that's called MF DOOM paraphrasing 
........nothing in that whole rhyme was close to been MF Doom related
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| Kiba |
Date: Saturday, 14/Mar/09, 10:28 AM | Message # 352 |
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Emcees
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Bells of war roar loud in the ears of the last lost child
long smiles become fast frowns
i stand over casks as my past drowns
the blood shed for these glass crowns
im waist deep in another mans dirt today
watching his liquid life squirt away
we live in this cold burst of grey
how do you reconcile your morals in the quarrels of businessman
fenced in, in these portals of sin
the expense is grim, suspense the wind
too tense to swim, freedom knows no death toll
picking up the pieces of the whole
the collapsing of my soul
the cracking of my skull
all become parts of the heart that breaks away
your faith in the day for a space that cant stay
my surrounding keeps pounding the stains of passing plans into my brain
bleeding my veins for these freezing frames
and so my word of struggle is placed in this bubble
a tunnel amongst the rubble, muddled in the lenses reflection
a piece from another mans collection
a succession falling on fallen ears
solid tears on the face of the volunteers
in the midst of this fire im alone within
knowing that i wont be going home again
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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| eboyd |
Date: Saturday, 14/Mar/09, 12:11 PM | Message # 353 |
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Heads
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Quote (Kriptah-Knite) ........nothing in that whole rhyme was close to been MF Doom related i was just pulling your chain. paraphrasing means taking something someone else wrote and summarizing it in your own writing. check it: Quote (Kriptah-Knite) I wrote this rhyme back in time with a pen dipped in blood Quote (MF DOOM) Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
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: Saturday, 14/Mar/09, 12:20 PM | Message # 354 |
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my bad. im still suprised nobody got pissed and alls emotional
over my last verse it had some pretty degrating rhymes.
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Sunday, 15/Mar/09, 6:55 AM | Message # 355 |
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Quote (eboyd) Quote (Kriptah-Knite)
I wrote this rhyme back in time with a pen dipped in blood
Quote (MF DOOM)
Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
just realized it still aint close the MF Doom...
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| Kiba |
Date: Sunday, 15/Mar/09, 7:51 AM | Message # 356 |
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Emcees
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Quote (eboyd) I wrote this rhyme back in time with a pen dipped in blood Quote (eboyd) Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick I kinda see what you mean but they aint really similar,
besides i dont think Kriptah listens to that much Doom to copy his rhymes..
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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| tha-dropper |
Date: Sunday, 15/Mar/09, 11:04 AM | Message # 357 |
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...dropper bitch..
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....straight american made parents have failed no enharence
but i pray for tha day..
..that shit would change still im work'n
pill not jerk'n me no poppin ill advise'n me it hurts
still inside me feel'n murder suicidle all tha time
who 'am I??
..product of 'a prick
evil little bastard tryna raise 'a kid
never should'a haa' dis never gonna win
everybody pass shit never wanna hit..
..soft inside front'n hard mental ebonics got me scared
neosporin on my cuts self mutilation is 'a prolam
never wanna do it still i think about it honest
thinkin bout tha truth has got me coocoo supersonic
..boom my mind flips cinimaticly framed
then time skips to tha action 'an its have'n me drained
straight phsycopathic in this bitch
dog i flip.. snap me any day
have me on tha fence then think 'a remedies ta' gettin paid
sittin side ways, fuck that shit, im not hittin hay
peace....
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| Deadly-Sin |
Date: Sunday, 15/Mar/09, 11:07 AM | Message # 358 |
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Quote (Kiba) I kinda see what you mean but they aint really similar,
besides i dont think Kriptah listens to that much Doom to copy his rhymes..
true i dont listen to much MF Doom his ill but his voice n flow is way to boring
to listen to all the time his like that Channel.7 news reporter with the boring voice
who does the new updates:
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| Kiba |
Date: Sunday, 15/Mar/09, 11:21 AM | Message # 359 |
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Quote (Kriptah-Knite) true i dont listen to much MF Doom his ill but his voice n flow is way to boring
to listen to all the time his like that Channel.7 news reporter with the boring voice
who does the new updates lol i dont watch TV -_-"
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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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Sunday, 15/Mar/09, 11:25 AM | Message # 360 |
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No place to shift shape your fate fix your face we on the case like ready to spray with mace interrogate out the crates comes the greats whose an ingrates disintegrate blow smoke circles let it marinate serenade the beat complete sounds abound need a hearing aids in surround gimme a pound of 808s retrace the scratch csi to catch the beat now throw it back can't deny defeat footprints imprint on the tag killing it sweet now softly put the game in the bag get off me I move too fast try to hand me a receipt I grab dag on a spree for weeks hit the keys release fleece musical sheets sleeping with the enemies ahead of me’s Yosemite spitting readily getting deadly envy thinking where’s the killer’s going to end me my medley lay the track forecast the fact my earthquakes swallow up and snap and that’s that
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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