:\\Connected Cypher

[Hittman]

This Is WCC's Official Cypher Here. 4-6 Bars Of Heat, Rhyme Of The Other Persons Last Line (Ofcourse). No Bullshit Talking, It Will Get Deleted.

[Scribe]

People walking around like billboards
Copying each other like a bee hoard
No Individuality
Just conformaty
Merging together to a single mind set
Government objective completed with no sweat

[ToNe1904]

No sweat, dont fret, otha countries layin threats/
Why? American people cover they eyes, cant stand surprise/
I thought we were tha righteous, othas tryna tah spite-us/
When it really turnz out theyre survivin DEspite-us/
Racist government, tryin to deface these "faceless" sufferin-men/
Preachin "In God We Trust", in a poor attempt of coverin-sin/

[doggmastah]

"in God we trust" and bust cuz niggaz yell in Hell  in the attempt  of coverin-sin /
but never been dope , they cant, cuz  to forget paine they've  become drunker than Yeltsin/
now faggots spittin' words like gangsta ,they're fuckin' wacksta, they betta run real fasta/
i may not be in tha  napsta cuz i do it fo' real gangsta supported by every big masta/


Peace!
(lol@me it was a lill' bit wack...)

[ITW [the irish boy]]

every big master cant contain tha disaster
when i explode
trying to cover tha wound with a plaster
preaching street prophesies like im a castor
rasta-pharian niggas pulling bavarian triggas
international relations, call em world trade killaz/

[PoeticJustice]

(trade killaz)
I roll like a Made-Killer, ya got jealous and bitch out caus i Came-Iller/
The Fame-Spiller, ask me to spit 'heat' so ima Flame-Spitter/
Call me the keystyle 'cable' caus i 'Conneted-This-Connection'/
Wanna get rid of my agression? i'll Disect-Ya-Oppresion/
Some try to Accuse-Me-Of-Stuff, now im Amused-By-U-Fucks/
Defused-U-With-Bucks, ya bunch of 'gooses', ima Confuse-U-With-'Ducks'/
Im back to Sit-On-My-Throne, and Rip-The-Microphone/
Split-Up-Ya-Home, come at ya armed with a mic and Spit-Off-The-Dome/

[NoT]

I shatter bones, my rhymes get spat over telephones ~
Cross country, cuz cat ain't heard shit like mine before ~
Rock mics! From Van-City to T-dot I cause fights ~
Between record label cat's lookin' for N-o-Time's rights ~

[Reef]

step back and watch gareefa's rhymes fuckin ignite//
my sick thoughts blacker than the darkest nights//
knockin off wannabes at my own expense//
every crime i commit is instantly turned to a capital offence//
i jus take this shit, got no fuckin defence//
the heat an pressure every day is immense//
an then u wounder why i explode in yo' face//
fuck u, this damage is classed collateral//
go so deep i am the only member of the multilateral species//

[techniec]

species, get ya face covered in feces/
spit 10 bullets, and you'll catch the Top 6 like Teecee/
macks and minis/
unauthorized verbal barrage/
drop science like infini/
yellow tape seal off ya garage/
open ya mind to my lyrics, absorb the funk/
lyrics that go down sweeter, than honey dipped blunts/
pump the pump,
one-shot-at-a-time/
im hot-with-my-rhyme/
you Fallin like Alicia Keys, when Im-poppin-the-nine/

[NoT]

I'm vicious, I'll tear out all your ligaments with my teeth ~
It'd take half of you to take NoT (OH, AT LEAST!) ~
I'm getting my tracks off my teeth, then just spitting "bars" ~
Yeah, I rock the braces, one "punch" and all biters be seeing stars ~

[ToNe1904]

NoT sportin braces so when KINGS eat u up we leave scars/
Verbal "high-speed chaces" n yall gettin outrun like CHP cars/*
You MCs im harrassin, defeat me? its a miracle-yah-askin/
Cus in battle youll get sniped out by ToNe AKA tha "Lyrikal-Assassin"/

*all yall frum kali will know wha CHP is. Fuck da CHP, they cant see me!  

[DarkM@GICI@N]

Cus in battle youll get sniped out by ToNe AKA tha "Lyrikal-Assassin"/

LYRIKAL ASSASSIN
SHOOT NIGGAS RIGHT THROUGH THEIR GLASSES/
IN GUNS WE TRUST/
ASHES TO ASHES DUST TO DUST/

[ToNe1904]

Left in ashes frum battle clashes, i cuss and bust/
ToNe ride thru and smashes, as i kick up dust/
Cause Oakland quakes, tha bay collapse itz a must/
Played out rhymers wit stale spits, yah raps'll rust/

[DarkM@GICI@N]

RAPS'LL RUST?
I'LL PULL OUT MY STRAP AND BUST
FASTEN MY NUTS
TO YOUR MOMS LIPS AND BUST
MAJOR NUTS
ALL UP IN HER THROAT
THE HOES CHOKIN
ANKLE WEIGHTS AND LAKES
FOR THOSE WHO SPOKE DOWN ON EAST OAKLAND

[ToNe1904]

RAPS'LL RUST?
I'LL PULL OUT MY STRAP AND BUST
FASTEN MY NUTS
TO YOUR MOMS LIPS AND BUST
MAJOR NUTS
ALL UP IN HER THROAT
THE HOES CHOKIN
ANKLE WEIGHTS AND LAKES
FOR THOSE WHO SPOKE DOWN ON EAST OAKLAND

East-Oakland suckin 619 dick, so tha East-Chokin/
Fulla fake G's-Locin' and ToNe leave tha fleas-broken/
Much more then a lyrical drive-by/
Yall gettin faded like u arrived-high/
No chance for u to survive-my, spits to yah face, i make yah eyes-cry/
Im comin more gangsta then kuruptz blue-rag/
My spits are sharp so they shank-yah, so getta clue-fag/

no beef spawn, so dont trip playa..