4 BAR CYPHER

[DeaDSouLjaH]

man...ceeride.. u are really really postin.. a lot.. LOL!!!
Keep up da good work.....

['Illicit']

thank you Souljah, i do my best.  

~peaCe~

[ToNe1904]

They call me Luni, but this aint Yuckmouth/
Step up to me, get knocked tha fuck out/
Hoez tryna do me, but they clucked out witout doubt/
Bickin Back Bein Bool G, kali stay loc'd, flamed, n chucked out/

[AlerG]

^huh^
check yoself, peace.

[Tecknine]

P-R-I-M-O originally tecknine , Leavin' chills down ya spine\
Cardiovascular systems are beating 187 million times tryin to spit my rhymes\
Leave you hemmeraging,my lyrical medicine,You couldn't BUS a rhyme is you were SAM KINNESON\
Why - does- AlerG -put -slashes -from -beginining -to -end-in-his-sentences\

['Illicit']

im down for the underground, see me rappin in garages/
wanna battle me so bad, call me 24/7, i'll face ya in pyjamas/
lyrical adavantages cause ya mental damages/
creating brutal sentences containing crucial substances/

~peaCe~

-ya wonder why I be like this? go ask my momma she'll tell ya-

[ToNe1904]

^huh^
check yoself, peace.

wha u talkin bout playa!?

[ToNe1904]

Call mah linez a "crucial substance", like an I.V. tah yah vein/
Keepin yall almost conscious, yah life barely sustained/
MC'z gave little resistance, but they rhymez came in vain/
They fightin wit watergunz, i brought a lyrical hurricane/

[DarkM@GICI@N]

I'm from the city where they push rocks heavy/
cop pheddie and roll through blocks
wit knock in they box chevy/
stop tryin to prepare ya-self cuz you not ready/

[Doggystylin]

slide on thru smoothly as if i was covered in lubrication/
im here to affect you and all of this WCC nation/
be patient, i spread my heat, my heat spreads/
my rhymes only make sense to real heads/

[ToNe1904]

Push rockz on tha blockz got wha u need in stock/
Gittin hot frum tha cops, gotta close up shop/
U was caught tryna plot, git tah see tha glock/
Hearda pop, body dropped, cus yo ass got shot/

['Illicit']

these inextricable rhymes of mine are hard to get/
4 lines are jus too much to make ya brain split/
complex situations narrated through what i spit/
sounds relieving at first but congealing ya spirit/

~peaCe~

[ToNe1904]

Tha spirit of mah rhymez, buried deep underground/
U hear it time after time, fury seepz frum its sounds/
Sendin chillz up yah spine, severly freezin u clownz/
Dont awake sleepin linez, or lyrically be beatin down/

['Illicit']

anotha 4 bar cypher , addressed to all you haterz/
diss my clique or hate on me , we will leave ya fractured/
punish your actions so hard even felt by your ancestors/
u may think we playin but Melanin aint no amatuers/

~peaCe~

[ToNe1904]

bout tah pop sum shit off, fukit.....

Melanin aint no amatuers? but rappin like rookiez wit no clout/
Whetha itz KINGz or by mahself, im takin these flunkie crewz out/
What i bring havin em tremblin, shakin, like a junkie no doubt/
Keepin it gangsta like Quik, im "Way To Fonky", n u out fah tha count/