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The Cypher
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| 11thPlague |
Date: Monday, 07/Nov/11, 2:59 PM | Message # 1096 |
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It was the story of a bum man
no elements horrible his life stands
Thinking of a... Seeking for a... Just confused
and is sinking lower lower than his used to the lures
Intentions were pure but he always find time
To mess with the mind by snatching up dimes
Linking up his past with his rhymes...CREATIVE
Going straight to hell the devils favorite
Fuck my past murder is the game
lyrical weapons of the critically insane
critically acclaimed for the lyrics that he's saying
thinking of the man that created in his name
He walked through the park right before dark
talking to the rocks the devil named his mark
now picture and embattled monster mind is faster
flow assassin killing letters with wizardry with words and his stature
"They call him crazy, He's Different so he's crazy. He ain't crazy. These people are NOT crazy. They strong people...Maybe the Enviroment is a little sick..."
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Wednesday, 09/Nov/11, 11:02 PM | Message # 1097 |
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he en-captures letters, takes them to the better like the rapture
to the ever ever after,
rebuild your stature with some plaster? nah that ain't right
but i'll smash your mic into the after life
as i strike like a thief in the black of the night
with heavy raps i recite, an immaculate delight in the cyphers
only the righteous write this tightness like this likeness
my brightness when i spit shines through while you fools just spit shine shoes
whatever fuck the category i'm just rhyming from the next mans story
or the previous, being mischievous random shit, thats what you're reading is
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| eboyd |
Date: Thursday, 10/Nov/11, 1:00 AM | Message # 1098 |
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this thread would benefit from more verses from tha-dropper and Aru Navi
Pzz <_<
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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| eboyd |
Date: Thursday, 10/Nov/11, 1:38 AM | Message # 1099 |
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your deceiving is mischiev-e-ous. EmSeeD, he is the greediest/
too bad his penis is the size an amoeba gets/
in my arena it's my way that's the easiest/
because you'll get beat just reading this then your defeat is just/
imminent like domains. you'll get blown like propane/
you hairless pussies need rogaine. i'm causing you slow pain/
i eat emcees like lo mein, leaving hoes slain/
your rhymes are in drought like no rain. there's no doubt your flow's plain/
leave mics with a low sprain, can't say my flow's sane/
with a blown brain like Cobain. you'd better remain in the slow lane/
these no names in my path better step away 'fore my wrath--/
--gets the best of me. i'm iller than a colony with leprosy/
i can't even count the amount of mics i've left slit and--/
--how many emcees looked at my rhymes and straight bitten/
this rap was written for the hearing impaired in closed caption/
and the show has yet to start. turn on the the camera, pose... action!/
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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| EmSeeD |
Date: Thursday, 10/Nov/11, 4:05 AM | Message # 1100 |
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pose and action for the poser rapping bout my dick
that made your chick collapse you probly know its fat after you asked
the bitch the reason that she hurt her back
but whatever this ain't the battle the person above you thread
don't you know that shit was dead you must have been misled
this was just something i said, spontaneously, but no combustion,
i'm just bustin from the top of my head,
and then she started swallowing and made me forget,
that i just said i wouldn't rap about penises, i'm all about cleanliness
and making dweeby kids eat out skeezers aborted fetuses
that i killed with a pair of tweezers its, the easiest? oh no you said that was your shit
you can take 3 more emcee's to battle me and i'll make them for-feit
i'll unravel it with ease coz the wrapping is weak,
and i happen to think, its amazing when i'm spittin
coz i claim my shit was bitten but they still spit it before i did it
i can't believe jay electronica bit my blown brain like cobain shit
but it doesn't matter, nothings original so theirs weren't either,
but they'll be burnt like ether, for ya style has more flaws (floors) than burj khalifa
its the least good, say i'm a man with "no name", then i'd be clint eastwood
they can blow a dick like propane, like obama, its nothing but small change
i'll cause a wannabe pro...pain
its a cypher there's no gain, but you're an arse'n'all...with no aim
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| 11thPlague |
Date: Thursday, 10/Nov/11, 9:11 PM | Message # 1101 |
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cocky till the day that he died knowing nothing cause his minds inside
closed in brain rotted and died the ignorant guy under tactical rhymes
Hard to read but i know of his kind people love him but they just dont know why
A useless life blind deaf and stupid with good intent like allergy mucus
Your an allergen how could you do this Too good but a full miss
Your bucket list that you pissed in when you created the targeted fist
No wisdom in your voice or sincerest of words or even intention of choice
Killed your self like the singer in vain cause you live with your name
We know of your motives and operations of hoe shit
A cypher for ages Doesnt need ya so dont stage it
Not even when the camera turns on and action is stated
Its all an act so you acting and entertaining
but your being canceled before it starts in the making...
"They call him crazy, He's Different so he's crazy. He ain't crazy. These people are NOT crazy. They strong people...Maybe the Enviroment is a little sick..."
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| eboyd |
Date: Friday, 11/Nov/11, 0:50 AM | Message # 1102 |
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This I call the cypher of apathy:
Yo, I don't really care about rhyming my words/
So fuck it, I don't care nor do I have anything to say/
........Ah, fuck it....................
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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| Treach |
Date: Friday, 11/Nov/11, 1:08 PM | Message # 1103 |
OGs
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Quote (eboyd) Yo, I don't really care about rhyming my words/
So fuck it, I don't care nor do I have anything to say/
........Ah, fuck it....................
yo that was deep bro, you should collab with lil bAdded (11/Nov/11, 1:08 PM)
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yoyoyo when i spit, i spit that hot shit chyeah lets get hyper
cus being i am a hip-hop internet no lifer
its only right i dont truly grab the mic device..er..
i dont give a fuck about you or him and not even her
im guilty of a lot of things but in a sense everybody's innocent
cus everything is possible
and if everything is possible its possible that nothing is possible
and everthings impossible
do you get where im goin with this?
yeah me neither
"We took pride in intellect and skill
Now you gotta have some sex appeal to get a record deal"
- K-RINO
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Monday, 14/Nov/11, 0:48 AM | Message # 1104 |
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yeah me neither, i guess he's either a heavy reefer breather
or dumber than cross breed of christina aguila
mixed with justin bieber, i adjust a speaker
by punching in the suckers teeth when the speaker speaks,
who am i speaking about? i have no idea
but i flow right here coz i don't care
its the cypher of apathy and if you flow you best don't
get trapped in the rappids when paddling that will be tragedy
actually i've got Edan's album going through my tympanic cavity
i think I'm seeing rabbits on acid b
i just heard one of them laugh at me 
fucking up my mental capacity
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| Treach |
Date: Friday, 25/Nov/11, 4:06 PM | Message # 1105 |
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i cant believe your audacity
dont ya know im a lyrical predator here to beat yall of ya pedestal
a sexual intellectual with sublime rhymes to fly away with your mind
one time, hip-hop does not equal crime
and being unsigned does not make you wack
or the other way around thats just a fact
and if ya white your not always an eminem wannabe
unless you wanna be
but your never gonna be
you can always just make tracks for cannabis
smokers, jokers, cum soakers, bitches, snitches
grab your breeches, for belts and braces
get some credibility go catch some cases
get ready for the rap races
where im destined to hold all the first places
tie your shoelaces the first will make it to oasis
my music fills all empty spaces
my rhymes dickslap wack hacks in their faces
you cant keep with my pace your paceless
with a brush and toothpaste ill erase your face make you faceless
i chase mothers of baseheads around macys have them clutchin on their maces
check the rhyme placement
i do this for yall enjoyment and wack rappa torment not my employment
call me the rhyme enforcer, ridin round in a stolen red porsche
of course yeah
i'll cut ya up and make full course meal
club you like a baby veal or seal the point is im that real
emcee from the T-L
the best mc of my hemisphere
the emotion crippling you right now is fear
im a threat to the biggest bear doing shit in a higher gear
no thems,hims or hers can come near
they cant compare, my skill is much more than fair
all of you against half of me is still no fair
a mc this skilled from where im from is rare
with no care i rip mc's in a breeze with ease, please
dont tempt me ill smoke your soul like a hemp leaf
"We took pride in intellect and skill
Now you gotta have some sex appeal to get a record deal"
- K-RINO
Message edited by Treach - Friday, 25/Nov/11, 4:15 PM
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| EmSeeD |
Date: Saturday, 14/Jan/12, 5:06 AM | Message # 1106 |
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Quote (Treach) i cant believe your audacity
dont ya know im a lyrical predator here to beat yall of ya pedestal
a sexual intellectual with sublime rhymes to fly away with your mind
one time, hip-hop does not equal crime
and being unsigned does not make you wack
or the other way around thats just a fact
and if ya white your not always an eminem wannabe
unless you wanna be
but your never gonna be
you can always just make tracks for cannabis
smokers, jokers, cum soakers, bitches, snitches
grab your breeches, for belts and braces
get some credibility go catch some cases
get ready for the rap races
where im destined to hold all the first places
tie your shoelaces the first will make it to oasis
my music fills all empty spaces
my rhymes dickslap wack hacks in their faces
you cant keep with my pace your paceless
with a brush and toothpaste ill erase your face make you faceless
i chase mothers of baseheads around macys have them clutchin on their maces
check the rhyme placement
i do this for yall enjoyment and wack rappa torment not my employment
call me the rhyme enforcer, ridin round in a stolen red porsche
of course yeah
i'll cut ya up and make full course meal
club you like a baby veal or seal the point is im that real
emcee from the T-L
the best mc of my hemisphere
the emotion crippling you right now is fear
im a threat to the biggest bear doing shit in a higher gear
no thems,hims or hers can come near
they cant compare, my skill is much more than fair
all of you against half of me is still no fair
a mc this skilled from where im from is rare
with no care i rip mc's in a breeze with ease, please
dont tempt me ill smoke your soul like a hemp leaf
like a hemp leaf and then breathe
or blow the smoke down your throat till you choke
damn treach those rhymes you wrote was dope
than anything toked by cheech and chong
you should try rapping or writing songs
hip hop is somewhere where we belong
seems like you got a gift
rap it up tight like its a spliff
then present it from the tip off ya lips
till the joint turns over and burns into a crisp
and the latter rappers scatter the ashes
the left over matter scatters but the matter isn't what really matters
http://chirbit.com/emseed
http://youtube.com/siwooot
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| Treach |
Date: Saturday, 14/Jan/12, 7:23 PM | Message # 1107 |
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Quote (EmSeeD) like a hemp leaf and then breathe
or blow the smoke down your throat till you choke
damn treach those rhymes you wrote was dope
than anything toked by cheech and chong
you should try rapping or writing songs
hip hop is somewhere where we belong
seems like you got a gift
rap it up tight like its a spliff
then present it from the tip off ya lips
till the joint turns over and burns into a crisp
and the latter rappers scatter the ashes
the left over matter scatters but the matter isn't what really matters
its the grey matter that flatters and has the potential to shatter
any im or material object it has the credentials to battle
so keep taking the piss and ill splatter you bladder
the only rhymes im good for are battle
so do yaselves a favor quit actin like fools
before you find yaselves in shark full of poolsAdded (14/Jan/12, 7:23 PM)
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btw emseed, i love you too
"We took pride in intellect and skill
Now you gotta have some sex appeal to get a record deal"
- K-RINO
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| 11thPlague |
Date: Sunday, 15/Jan/12, 0:44 AM | Message # 1108 |
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Screaming out to god cause of everything i saw /
steaming from the heart and cursing at the law / Im coming out the dark the rise is always harder than the fall /
Third season is the the call SO fuck all of yall /
Wow! wondering where we, why, and who. Why we see out windows that whined as widows /
No sense to hear those listen to me though so you dont "no nintendo" /
I talk the truth and truthfully realistically define the truth to me /
I can only be real to me animated to the tea live through what i have seen /
and come out normally from beneath the hole /
and fill the world with water fresher than anything that you have seen /
or tasted no time is wasted To always stay tainted /
An asterisk always beside my name like my cancer risk /
I create a list so when I die you read it out and cater out to this /
I love the girl i love I can only pray to god that he brings her closer to my heart /
So listen to music for what it is and what it is its an art /
My soul is gone but theres no time for mourning Its My music that will keep yall coming and going...Added (15/Jan/12, 0:43 AM)
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Magic's what I create beautiful as Orlando scenes /
As the flow thats about to blast from me /
Blasphemy as sacred as things may seem /
To rewrite history of her heart you see /
Happy she sits and grins to the face of kins /
Listening to the soul that creates winds of sins /
And labels pain that she suffered enables /
her not to love again its the stable /
of fairy tale stories and fables /
Once Upon of Time but Not too long ago /
He professed his love of her soul and she never replicated it /
interpreted it as fear grab his heart and sedated it /
Nothing works from his brain or his tactics /
But she will continue to Deeply Encourage Loves Intellectual Aspects /
Its past tense... But ill sit here and wait until im no longer your hearts has been... /
In fact then ill pass away a heartless nothing /
Empty forever to regret that i never got the chance to make you happy... Added (15/Jan/12, 0:44 AM)
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So what are we doing? Is the question that you ask me /
But tell me who you fooling and who the fuck you think you blasting /
See i feel you kinda testy and because you try to test me /
your answering kinda hasty the haze just doesn't faze me /
What you see is what you get, A ten /
but your trying to find that eleven and that will only get you slapped again /
I know you have a past and a son you can not end up last /
So your careful about who you love it seems like a daunting task /
I dont know where we'll end up But when I met you I kissed the dirt cause I did /
In thanks to heavens gate for this sin of love, lust and everything in between /
So what are we doing? I dont know cause it has yet to be seen...
"They call him crazy, He's Different so he's crazy. He ain't crazy. These people are NOT crazy. They strong people...Maybe the Enviroment is a little sick..."
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| ritesofpasage |
Date: Saturday, 21/Jan/12, 5:14 PM | Message # 1109 |
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With the pad and the pen yes I'm making it blend
Exhale thoughts to mail thoughts as I'm taking them in
And bail thoughts though I jail thoughts that be making me sin
I tried making amends but kept losing the friends that stayed on the binge,
Off the fringe of making a fence to hold defense I lament over time spent
Bent straightened arrow into the future I'm sent for lent I gave up rent
And paid dues in full and swore to myself I'd never again play the fool
Now play by play I do see the options out the sides if I'm running another reverse
It's never messing with my mind. Sighs.
Check out my melody faithfulness is the fidelity of my soundtrack to that of the heavenlies.....
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| Treach |
Date: Sunday, 22/Jan/12, 5:07 PM | Message # 1110 |
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man rites, half the time i dont know what you sayin
but it all sounds serious so i dont think your playin
anyway,
im back on the scene to hit you with rhymes so amazin
the booth is blazin, roof is raising and the crowd is going crazy
without the aid of weed ill have your vision hazy and your ass so lazy
you wouldnt get out of ya bunk if the whole prison out was breakin
out was making yesterday with your sister and your mother
yeah im that notorious other that was so much better than your father
and the real father of your brother, oh you think im going too far?
too bad im going farther
or further, stop pissing me off im all set and ready for murder
got my gloves, mask and the unregistered burner
i know where you go every sunday so ill probly snuff you during the sermon
scream allah hu akbar and start firing at you while wearing a turban
the relentless tempest causing you senseless stress during the hempfest
but ill drop the mic here and now let it be picked up by the next best
"We took pride in intellect and skill
Now you gotta have some sex appeal to get a record deal"
- K-RINO
Message edited by Treach - Sunday, 22/Jan/12, 5:08 PM
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