Cypher

[@Ss@sSiN]

Ya the topic of this cypher is war...
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You Catch me on the battlefield playing the trenchess//
I bring heat, and my style is relentless//
Duck for you catch hits, i spray clips//
Dodin dem bullets like the matrix//
Mortar, arruptions upon your foxhole//
You family get your dog tags, burried wit ya pops yo//
Fatigues, helmets, and rifles//
ME and my comrades are closer then JESUS and his disciples//

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ya just play off that, but use the war scheme its kinda phat, and its easy to be creative wit it. Peace

[Reef]

makes me sick, all these make belive rhyme composer's/
making war out to be make belief - dreamers cant comprehend all the pain and grief/
suffered by the familys, friends and the general who sent his men for the slaughter/
that man just fell, he had two sons and a pregnent daughter/
granchild is gonna grow up knowin his grandad was a hero/
the problem is, his daddy fell down right next to his farther-in-law/
and the mum cryed herself into labour when she got the call from the country/
'your husband and dad died protecting this country/
that dont mean nothin to a woman who's rejecting medication to ease the pain/
the pain inside is perminant and will never go away/
until the day that she's re-united, and she knows she will/
cause she spoke to god, and she said she's invited/

[Pimpdogg]

climbing out my foxhole I'm the last soldier//
launching a lyrical shell the size of a boulder//
rolling down the hill crushing muthafuckas' bones//
they ain't dodging this shit like Indiana Jones//
i'm like Rambo in this bitch a one man front line//
i'm fixing bayonettes to sever your bloodline//
like a playboy bunny my rhymes are well stocked//
and when my shells stop landing you'll end up shell shocked//

[maximus]

end up shell shocked...

I spit fire and send up hells hot, and ash emcees and i tend tah smell rot/
I start to decend and dwell thoughts, without change then i ascend at twelve knots/
Because my minds all tied up in confusion, i ask why u lied coz tha crews u son/
My minds jumbled up it makes my spits porridge, twisted thoughts in a sick bondage/
but still all i scryptz knowledge....

[@Ss@sSiN]

dam, hot flows except greefa's wasnt on topic

[ToNe1904]

Infiltratin-tha-enemy, Mah nizzlez-drankin-tha-hennessey, got pistolz-aimed-as-tha-remedy/
Yur 'diseased' and mah bulletz are tha cure, 5 'shotz' to yah bloodstream till yah life iz jussa blur/
Itz all out war, n im takin-ova-yur-region, "drawin out tha poison" frum tha streetz like bakin-soda-on-lesionz/
Took out mah homeboy, Yur side attacked-first, now you hidin in hood trenchez cuz ToNe blastz-back-worst/
Had mah camouflage on, all black, head-tah-toe, strapped wit plenty amo, tha 9th brigade set-tah-go/
Seen yah posted in tha cut, not knowin what was up/
Strait ambush style, not goin strait up tha gut/
9 beamz on yah chest, "Keep yah fukin eyez SHUT!!!"/
I pull off tha skimask, tell u look-in-mah-eyez, thought u gotta away wit disrespect but got took-by-surprise/
Now yur ToNe'z POW, Prisoner-Of-War, not even Steven King could envision-whats-in-store/
But fuk dat, CLACK CLACK!! I blast yah whole camp, till yah division-iz-no-more..../

~Turf Warz~

[Reef]

dam, hot flows except greefa's wasnt on topic

Yeah it was.. War isnt all this fake BS that everyone runs they mouth about goin round killin people, poppin caps n shit.. Its real people.. it kills people from real familys, these people died for your freedom.. and you mock them by bein fake a rappin about how your invincible...

And in the current climate (11/11 just gone) i think its pretty insensitive to be rappin about some fake war that you think you can fight and talk about bloodshed.... I jus wanna say i dropped a rhyme about war and its consquences beacuse of the current climate with war and rememberance.. and dont take offence about any of this.. but i feel really strongly about war..

[GrewSum]

i'm a lone soldier left after Tone came to ~blast my army~//
i hid under like 3 body's so i dont think the ~bastard saw me~//
he dropped half a bottle of henny so i drank the ~last to calm me~//
then set off to find this dude and snap his crew like ~plastic barbies~//
so off i head to the Cloud 9 base, Tie-Bo's asleep inside his bunk
i smile as blood squirts out his face replacing the missing chunk//
one down, now theres one left to go, i know tone wont be as dumb//
but thats when i looked around at the bunks and noticed not 2 beds but one//
now its way to obvious how imma take him out, now this shit is clever//
steal i-bo's pink beanie and wait for Tone because these FAGGOTS SLEEP TOGETHER//
so i sat and waited and in he came nude, no weapon so i think "he's done" and blast//
but as i jumped up Tone made a grunt and a gun fell out his ass//
"NOW THATS SOME FUCKED UP SHIT" and those would be the last words i ever said again//
cuz as that gun hit the floor the impact dumped four bullets up in my head, THE END//

[King Tech Quadafi]

This is guerilla warfare, so beware of my tactics/
Equipped with semi-automatics, with enough heat to melt plastic/
My troops take positions on the hilltops and pause/
Yeah you got the firepower, but Im willin to die for my cause/
Advance 2 by 2, enemy sighted, and we scorchin/
Plus my commando team choking ya escape route for reinforcements/
Explosives belt around my chest, AK's on my shoulders/
Pistol in my holster, for any soldier that wanna come closer/
We all lost family, this struggle is the remedy for insanity/
Military strategy aimed to rip apart ya anatomy/

[Primo]

Crouched down beneath this Macadam concrete wall,yo i'm petrefied\
it would be best~if~I ,rest~inside, God bless~my~life through these war times\
But ima retaliate,Act as god for a moment and act out his trauma~tallied~fate\
Granade out the holster,Rip out the aluminum pin ,and now~he~waits\
Tosses the granade,towards my direction all i can do is pray\

['Illicit']

thought i was tough joining the team at 18//
chalk leader holding my rifle, black boots and green fatigues//
sent to a warzone, fightin a battle we cant win//
nuclear warfare, atomic energy dismantlin my skin//
saw a bullet tear through an enemies flesh, needed a rest//
motionless cuz for the first time I had to witness the reality of death//
im outta breath but still runnin, tryin to save my life but became a victim of destruction//
lost my legs, arms, sight, hearing hopin for heart disfunction//
what the fuck there is to do? might as well close my eyes and pray to die//
or do sumthin to kill my pride, wars aint necessary to handle disputes, cuz thats a lie//


i mighta got off topic.  fuck it lol

[@Ss@sSiN]

Abrupt stops leading my platoon//
Fuck guarilla warefare,we stright like baboons//
Mountains of corpses,mothers wit soliders in wombs//
I fire lead shots, send oppostion to there tombs//
The final resting, count your blessin//
Writin' notes to my girl back home//
Wish i could hear her voice but i have no phone//
Nickle plated chrome, traded my Canteen for liquor//
Hoping i die from alcohol poisioning to end my life quicker//

[@Ss@sSiN]

lets get some posts on this ish

[__kaLipZo__]

just turned 18, joined the army to wipe my past clean/
finally get into battle and all my feelings begin to rattle/
grip my rifle harder and harder and this war cant get any  farther/ half of my teams gone, dead, never coming back, thats ok, i own everything they lack/ its all up to me now, to see whos gonna own this show/ i know i can get up and pull through, guess not, its all up to you

[T.i.v.a]

give me an AK, sniper rifle, and some grenades/
on tha streets its nines, knives, and razor blades/
give me camoflauge, boots and a back pack/
on tha streets we jus dress in all black, baggy jeans, and fitted cap, screamin where tha enemies at/
dont matter if we in tha trenches or tha streets/
its always gonna be beef, aint neva gonna be peace, war aint neva gonna sleep!!!!!