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Post by notes on Mar 12, 2006 15:23:03 GMT -5
Rules Stated Above 6 bars only...freestyle or battle within the Cypherpit...this section doesn't allow shit talkin in threads...rhymes only...basically a spot for yall to fuck around in an just be creative...rules are simple an i hope yall enjoy the section...
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Post by notes on Mar 12, 2006 15:36:50 GMT -5
Let me kick back, spliffs lifted n sixpacks, diss cats while waitin to listen for their hitback... i'm on parent patrol, like i gotta keep a bag of diapers for cleanin up these shitstain... faggots in the cypher... you gon battle me? i'm pennin out ya suicidal Notes.. Cryin like....."it was was my pride!....plus i'm a poser n i choked!"....
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Post by Konkeror on Mar 12, 2006 16:25:04 GMT -5
Aight lemme try diz...
Im bout to buss scarce rhymez off da top of da dome/ Dat'll remove ur hairline from da top of ur dome/ And I wont recognize da damage like Bush and New Orleanz/ Da Truth callin, get ur "top blown off" now ur roof'z fallin/ Now ur troopz pausin So fuck all dat Garbage gunplay/ Cuz no one feelin ur threadz like a loser on project runway/ lol
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Post by notes on Mar 12, 2006 16:38:52 GMT -5
Takin over positions seein konk knocked off the top...damn.. squashed like cops tossin ya rock n stompin ya popcan... before you got in, it was past the time to cash out... i'm stackin up lines like i rhyme in a crackhouse.... you fold even before i turn the tables on ya lyrics.. my association to dopeshit's like razorblades n mirrors...lol ..
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Post by Konkeror on Mar 12, 2006 18:35:11 GMT -5
Wit note'z razorbladez Ima split barz, my shitz raw/ I get off by destroyin lil niggaz wit sick barz, get flipped off/ like angry traffic dwellaz, da plastic swellz ya/ I'll pack and sell ya wack ass attackz u tell us/ Cuz I hustle da white but it got blue linez and red marginz/ Datz death causin but itz da same reason datz my deathz pausin
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hazerd
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Post by hazerd on Mar 13, 2006 7:33:49 GMT -5
i rip shit ya bars couldn't hold a candle to mine explicit bizarre i pull ya fold when i handle tha nine beat u to tha finish quicker than racin retarded kids throw fakes when i spar wit him surprise hook dat bombardin him i'm gonna fold ya more naturally than a manilla down u like a saparilla u couldn't go ape if u was a gorilla
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Post by notes on Mar 13, 2006 23:29:02 GMT -5
listen to the rebel, beefin...off like he gonna go ape, watch the ghetto eat him up like he was cornflakes... his minds is sugar coated, same as ya cereal... or his rhymes on lines like old washed up materials... in the ring enticin spits, wit a king of cypher pits, strike like vipers spittin, venom endin ya life in spittin sessions
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siic
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Post by siic on Mar 14, 2006 21:29:53 GMT -5
wanna see a viper strike? good god damnit i like ta fight, all ya girls is gettin pipe tonight, freshest spits cause my mic is ripe, rainin' down, let ya wipers swipe, better yet im gettin' ya diapers wiped, while i'm rippin' it to shreds, yall kickin' it wit feds, flow so solid im spittin' it wit lead, i just hit the jack-pot, while yall hit a crack-rock the size of hockey puck n im bout to take a slap-shot... spit so good you know im carin' less, scarin vets n rattle fakes, my flow gets heard like rattle snakes....
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Post by vigorous on Mar 14, 2006 21:47:22 GMT -5
but i aint hearin ya shit nor ima i fearin ya spits ill put fear in dis bitch wit bars sharper than a spear n shit// on da top of my zone while you watchin from home// i flop not cuz im top notch of da top of da dome// in da cypher and shit gettin hyper wit spits// that pack heat so obsolete they snipin for hits//
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siic
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Post by siic on Mar 14, 2006 21:53:30 GMT -5
you ain't hearin' my raps? you gon be feelin' my slaps, the train is comin' and we nearin' the tracks..... fake rappers be pawnin' my shit, who spits stronger than siic? i come strong when i spit, i can't help i got bars as long as my dick... you lame homie, n im bout to take tha belt like james toney, dissin me like i can't be ballin'? check ya waste ya pants is fallin'...
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Post by vigorous on Mar 14, 2006 22:01:20 GMT -5
this dude gon scatter when i smoke him like bong matter// im ghost writin sellin more lines then tony montana// get ya shit peeled back witout ya steel hat// you comin at a real cat i know dont feel that// this fake bitch is softer in da middle than baked shit// i make hits why while you weak as hell like shake hits//
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siic
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Post by siic on Mar 14, 2006 22:08:56 GMT -5
fuck the shake hits, u jumped in tha snake-pit... i aint gonna take this, you rhyme like a girl, get some fake tits... shake em around u might get some great tips, im bout to go ape shit... you missin'a screw man, you wack tonight, how you the champ you hack the site? you know if we scrap wit raps ima snap and you gon get lyrically clapped... u gon come right out an faint, you make that belt yaself in microsoft paint?
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Post by vigorous on Mar 14, 2006 22:13:30 GMT -5
i got six bars for this wannabe spliff star// cuz my shits hard why you softer than tits are// what wit this wack cat wit his wack raps// what you a pack rat ill get you wrapped like a nap sack// you should get slapped back into ya mothers womb/// stepped in da tunnel of doom hit you hard have ya seein shit like you funneled a shroom//
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siic
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Post by siic on Mar 14, 2006 22:18:14 GMT -5
fuck it then get the shrooms, u know what? someone get the broom, we gotta stray in the house, im callin' you out u just stay in the house... i aint takin long im readin ya rhymes, stand up straight for this you'll be needin ya spine, im feedin you nothin but toxic gasses, you like todd pinkston droppin passes... u fumbled the game, leave you wit more stars than is under ya name, nothin but pine box under ya frame, son its a shame...
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Post by vigorous on Mar 14, 2006 22:26:15 GMT -5
no its a shame that im waistin my breath on this lame cat// where you get ya name at siic whats that cuz you an insane cat// you need to learn from a vet bitch earn ya respect// we can battle face to face ill put a burn on ya neck// keep ya rhymes for da newbs b4 ya wives on da news// get a stamp cuz da champ just sen this guy through da tubes//
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