Let's start a cypha shall we........

[simplicate]

Aiight hopefully y'all know the rules......Don't matter the amount of bars, just match the end bars of the last persons rhyme.

Yo, before I begin I wanna say my music is as fake as the catholic religion//
I’m just sayin’ I would prefer a bottle of gin anytime over writin with a pen//
Here’s what I am: I’m the devils evil twin, and I’m a prime example of original sin//
What could be greater? I’m The originator and creator of the hate translator//
So tell your family later, I’ll serve any MC for money like a waiter//
Damn I really hate her, Everything I spit comes off hot like it was from the equator//
To make things worse I’m a traitor to my own society, I’ll be honest I’m low on variety//
I dare you shit talkers to step to me, to even take a shot at me, you think I’m playin? Go ahead diss me//
I guarantee you’ll be blown to debris chopped in a million pieces and sent to Tennessee//
Just for looking at what real skill is, like MC hammer “Y’all can’t touch this"//
I couldn’t give a squirt of piss if my rhymes were monotonous//
You still couldn’t handle this, I’d simply roll you in zigzags and smoke you like Cannabis//
Y’all smell like dead fish, Damn I’ve been freestylin jibberish//
I’ve switched my style so many times I couldn’t tell you if this verse was even my rhyme//
Sublime is nowhere near my prime, I’m the biggest tragedy to happen since Columbine//
So if y’all wanna hear me again just press rewind cuz I ain’t wastin no more of my time//

Peace

[simplicate]

Code red, Instead of respondin lively I'm gonna resond like I was dead//
My inferred spits lead this thread, I’m WCC grown, I guess I’m a "purebread"/
Where to start, before I impart on attacking your heart I must say my work is a “work of art”//
Whippin MC’S asses like martial arts is my job along with shattering their image apart//
Who am I shittin my metaphors don’t make sense, my only defense is essence//
Before I condense and commence I put every viewer in a psychological suspense…//

[-Silence-]

Before I condense and commence I put every viewer in a psychological suspense…//

My word's are too tense, for you to put up a defence
You're a pussy speaking wit lip's, dripping wit sweat from your clit
I'll beat you to death wit this clip and leave what ever's left of you split
Fuck it, this is it, Welcome to the death of this bitch
I'll leave your breath wit a stitch when, I indent your chest wit a wrench
I'll beat you to Hell and back wit a stick like, I was destined to trip
I'll rip you into section's when I spit, by misdirectin your hit's
You're interested in sick well, I'm disconectin your head

[Scribe]

The blade falls, I'm walking decapitated
Body from mind, mind from body feeling saturated
Should be dead but taken over by a necromancer
Added to his army of tortured characters
Feeling the power of the undead in my veins
Got the ability to extinguish my pain
With an act of rebellion, strike an axe thru my tormentors skull
The life force of my undead existance culled
I now reached mortalities end
Reached my death with an act of revenge

[AlerG]

acts-of-revenge, has got you standin on the back-of-ya-timbs/
smackin-ya-mens, quit bitchen when i'm crackin-ya-limbs/
spitten canibalistic, eatin emcee's for a better-line/
keepin bars like north pole, so call it sweater-time/
eat this pure uncut gram-of-opium/
watch your throat-get-numb, an 8-ball with the coke-im-em/

[simplicate]

Yet again here I am, back to be condemned to hell like Eminem//
Wack MC’S I’m simply whorin ‘em, I’m way iller than any of them//
One graham of my sweat will kill you quicker than 100 cigarettes//
So just consider this as a threat over the NET that I’m sure I’ll regret//
If you care to bet I’m only sayin’ this shit to make you upset//
Me and myself are makin a duet, so frame my picture make me a statuette//
Put my picture on the press gazette, y’all don’t stand a chance against a vet//

[-Silence-]

Put my picture on the press gazette, y’all don’t stand a chance against a vet//


Strap on your vest before, I dive deep into your chest
Grab your heart, rip it apart and leave your mom wit the mess
Week emcee's I eat and digest, sink my teeth into the meat of Trisep's
I piss a flow that's more spine shattering then you speaking direct

[Reef]

...this shits startin to make me twitch
im nervous like a smack addict i need service
i need to be served and i know it sounds obserd
but i jus wanna be given what i deserve
im disturbed lookin for an ass kickin
i want my throat cut, i wanna be curbed
jus to get this biological clock ticking
i wanna die pussy licking or ass fuckin
use your imagination give into the temptation
and bow down to the one who gave you the creation

[simplicate]

My relation and sensation to drugs is a deadly combination//
Explanation? Killin fake MC’S in my occupation and obligation//
MCing is my motivation, lately I’ve been in close relation to past generations//
Maybe that’s why I’ve spendin all my time shootin clubs up with squirt guns//
Suggestion run, Any MC fixin to go against me is done even before I begun//
Go against me? I spit so much underage shit R. Kelly would even envy//

[Scribe]

or you can BURN in the BASEMENT...

But instead it was a dungeon I was sent
Surrounded by a darkness that would not vent
My body opened up to its night senses
Like a vampire once the sun sets
Something supernatural about this place
Looking around can't see no-ones face
A feeling of imminent death
Can not tolerate the stress
So I kill all arould me like a possessed beast
Don't want to end up a cannibalistic feast

[doggmastah]

i'll do it simple... i'm too damn busy... but i'm in (lol)

this "possessed beast" cant do nuttin' against my xplodin' fist//
i twist ya rhymez the same way i twist ya rist//
shit i'm mad cuz this shit goin soft as havin' a girl in bed//
muthafuckas spittin' softcore shiat like Michael J, pretendin' to be "Bad"//
i've just had enuffpeople actin' like they have sumthin' they neva had//
so muthafuckaz shut down ya computers an go to bed cuz rhyme skillz are sumthin' yall neva eva had//


(no beef, jus spittin'!)

[Lewi_Pepp]

Im the kid with the ill kicks…..I don’t ride on dicks//
catch ya touchin mine an you’ll be dead ‘on this line’//
I come with more ‘tricks’ than a ‘magic homie’//
plus my lyrics so dope I got me feelin all ‘holey’//
While that watch on your wrist keeps on tickin you better watch out cus im clickin in my slugs yellin “chicken!!"
Imma make you the 'Kentuky' kind..wid bread crumbs an nicely fried//
Not one time in this verse have i 'lied'//

[simplicate]

Incredible minds could collide but never could coincide west coast pride//
There ain't a chance in hell I'd ever subside or ever be denied//
Besides I still can’t decide if I’m gonna sell out and go worldwide//
Or keep it real and conceal every MC and run 'em over like an automobile//
You think I’m being unreal? I don’t give a shit if my rhymes appeal or are ideal//
Shit, penitentiary steel can’t even stop me from tellin the world how I feel//

[BL7]

Don't say shit, just keep your fuckin' lips sealed/
spittin' weak ass shit, but yo punk ass is thinkin it's ill/
keep doubtin-tha-real and ya might get killed for that/
niggaz out-to-get-killed thinkin' they gon steal my raps/
could give a fuck if u was one of tha illest users/
u'd still feel tha pain of my lyrics when they peelin' through ya/
rippin' is my job, influenced by tha best on tha west/
wit a gun I aim fo' tha head, I see that vest on ya chest/

[simplicate]

And with my jest I suggest you move west before you become stressed//
Just reading my shit will make you feel blessed and possessed//
I’m obsessed with the way my flow has progressed, weak MC’S I digest//
You tellin me you’re not impressed? Ha your life will be taken at my request//
In this time of unrest feeling depressed is not easily addressed//
I’m a rebel like a pest, Your timing is off like an unwanted guest//

Peace