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@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

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