keystyle cypher...(bring it hot)

[da_notorious_mack]

my power is...equal to ya level of cowardise...
yall go from top to the bottom faster than the towers did..
i devour scripts..when i spit mans go wild...
put ya brains on ya door step jill dando style....
mans dont smile...when i open shop on they turf...
cock it an burst...haters hear my topics an curse....
bring mo heat than rockets from earth...
cats proppin the verse...put ya face in the mud..
have ya coughin up dirt..dawg you facin a god...
aint battle..but in beef i flip modes like the rosta busta on
an aint no duckin from..these lyrical cluster bombs...

[SKiLLaZTiC]

Cluster Bombs reload rush and dust ya momz
Catch ya lil sista blast up her dress at tha prom
No sympathy u niggaz simply can't unda stand man
hand me money i'll Put under a family im outstandingly
standin tall....like shaq im bigger than all
Pop u while u playin basket ball
Like Fresh but we aint play chess mate
ya heart rate relate to tha movement of a steak on a plate
ya fresh meat for fuckin wit me
Ya finished for eternity not that many are capable of hurting me
Only man iz G O D He who gave earth me
Drunk tha Glass of Respect and Power but im STILL THIRST TY
U HEARD ME?
ID Rather Die Later than live early
Im like Drivin Drunk and High when itz Rainin my mindz Swirling




CSN!!!
Holla

[LP]

..Lp Breakin jaws an leave entire Brains n Gauze wit Plated Claws, Kuz Im Insane an Raw tactics fade the Tame an Paused men Containin Flaws....
 ...Breakin Laws the way i Shine The Vastest, when i blind wit Rhyme an Tactics, Combined An Massive, Lp, got ya girls lyin back on a Reclinin Matress's...
 ...Cuz I Grind An Smash Kids, Pass Your Fate, Lacerate when my Raps Relate, With my Mental Graphic State, Jolt ya spine an cause ya Back 2 Break...

[Reef]

..into fiffteen jagged fragments
psychos wit knifes performing sporaadic actions
sit back wit a chainsaw and watch the victim's reactions
to watchin his boy bein taken apart in multiple fracrions
im rippin his heart from ribcage
sippin his blood watchin the rage
from the next man ready to wage war
im the level boss, you need cheats to beat stage four
Reef more 'Solid' than 'Mr Payne'
a 'Snake' spittin to 'Max',
my rhymes done changed the game
shit they even changed my name
took the G and the A, found some catchy shit to say
called me reef cause i make each say a dyin day
gravesites wit morbid corpses
aliens in the corner porkin horses
and hijackin flyin saucers

[AlerG]

and while the saucers are being hi-jacked, you listening to these live-cats/
who divide-raps for the better and refuse to die-wack/
flying in the sky-trapped, floating around with space-ships/
and still my flawless record goes unexplained like the grave-diggs/
my blade-rips through flesh-and-bone, writtens are left-in-stone/
you constantly bite styles, but your only willing to confess-alone/
did he get the message-no, didn't bother to read between-the-lines/
you could grip a nickel and four pennies all you want, but still haven't sqeezed-a-nine/

peace.

[.:DayGoStyLz:.]

Shit I could squeeze-tha-nine, AlerG's-are-crimez/
But fukit ill still come thru and sneeze-a-rhyme/
Like Im 'Lock' I freeze-tha-"Time", fast forward, but im "Blockbuster"...so "Please-rewind"/
Start over, spit again...gimme sumthin real-to-hear/
My wordz...stray bulletz, aimed fah yah head but peeled-yah-ear/
I feel-tha-fear when steppin through dreams on Elm-Street/
Open yah eyes to survive, not lettin yall screams overwhelm-me...

[OLD ACCOUNT PLZ DELETE INDY]

Suffering from insomnia, coz this skill formulates over night.
Die in my sleep on the plane, knocked out during the flight.
As i travel abroad, to face my fans on tour i phase out.
Thinking that i might fuck up, and my career get played out.
Gotta keep on fighting the war, if its one that you've lost.
Rub away your fear, like decay on your teeth with dental floss.
I pray to my mental mosk, in my head i found a place to worship.
I think my shits tight, and on audio i aint even heard it.
Off the tongue i create ripples, leave you drowing in lyrics.
Estein found it hard to keep up with me, let alone with physics.
Congratulations to the many a few who gotta labelling contract.
I pledge my talent on the line when i spit, and i just got some back.
Earnt my wager, to settle my debts with my family.
We aint close, not like we have to be.
But dayum what happened g.
Everything was alright once a apon a time, so long before rapping.
Emcees surrender after seeing me reherse, or panty crapping.
Reign be everlasting, fight these cannibals from my throne.
They eat away at they're own respect, put down the phone.
Wait aminute i fucked up and didnt add the word mic.
Your all women, i'll say that to, and confuse these dykes.
Whats my level of skill like, how were not mentally-aquainted.
Half these emcees aint got bitches, they always sexually-frustrated....

[Reef]

the bitch sexuall frustrated, she need to be carstrated/
sedated in the bed stabbed wit insturments created to cause death/
so whats next? can i get any iller in the cyper?/
you tryin to decipher the emcee from the ghostwrtier/
when in reality, you aint findin no biter/
i got an album on the way/
shit on my chest i need to say/
a cople of mind games i need to play/
you cant keep me at bay/
im like fuckin AIDS, i'll never go away/
stay spittin, shitten and lickin rhymes till my dyin day/
quickenin with every time, every rhyme i spray/
drop a quater or a dime, put ya mind in gear/
fear fear cause fear is the only thing i see clear/

[OLD ACCOUNT PLZ DELETE INDY]

My homie dropped harder shit than tyson//
Street fighter like byson// Pollitically correct like cryton// (1)
Im wet, the rest dry son// All the biters try some//
My lyrics cause side effects like od'in on tabs//
I'll elevate your status like a lift// Empty clips n mags//
Permanent heat, i dont take shifts// Made myself heard//
You flew on my scene, to sooner fly off it like a bird//
Teeth yellow like lemon curd// This shits absurd//
Not even blazin squad got shit on me//
Shit garage emcee's, aint "crossin" with me//
You use my work, like im floss to ya teeth//
My rehersal finished and won it, you stay in your seat//
For your benefit only, something you get rarely//
ET and me got aquainted, but his intel over mine?... barely//


(1) - Cryton is an intelligent robot on an english programme called "Red Dwarf" - look it up for more information.

*Keep this poppin'*

[.:DayGoStyLz:.]

jus a lil info yall...a cypher is supposed to be where, u start...where the last person left off. Not just spit any ol thing. Summa yall already know, so dont trip...this aint to u...lol Peace

[Legacy]

I'm ripping again...scared, coz I'll rip ya heart too
I'll bring out the best in you then we'll both take turns laughing at you
Honestly, this geek'll tear when I leave you with an open dome,
I'll just murder ya mum then stab u to death with ur broken home.
& since you tryna act funny...bruise this clown, leave ya lips torn,
w/rings around ya eyes big enuff for elephants to do their tricks on.....(laughs at the boards wack Mc's)

[Trizz]

Fall back youngins trizz stepped in the buildin/ my lyrics cause havoc and make niggas look up in the ceilin /cause
they have that shook feelin/i aint a net head but my block got a server of niggas who drug dealin/Some niggas say they got street refrences/but they only seen the block on they IM prefrences/I aint on some complex Lyrics spittin all types of verbs/But i be up in the cut smokin all types of Herb/And on the streets i done battled all types of herbs/Niggas who spit chemistry all types of nerds/niggas is sweet like fruit cake on christmas time/but i tell em fall back kiddies stick to christmas rhymes/My flows gift wrap/so if you disrespect CMB Niggas get clapped/Im from the evil east/and ya niggas is pussy and my words is infection so call me yeast/

[Kill]

kids, didn't u read what Daygo said?

Im from the evil east/
and ya niggas is pussy and my words is infection so call me yeast/

I'ma make you fall-with-ease, tear you up till you crawl-on-knees
Kill givin y'all-defeat, got a big mouth on the board when you ain't the smallest-G's
so fuck guns, this cynical-devil will hit you with lyrical-metal till you collapse on a physical-level
A criminal-rebel, y'all ain't "hard" or "deep" you ain't even "got the balls" for "singin-in-treble"

like this. Start off where the last person finished and then cum up with your own shit

[.:DayGoStyLz:.]

^^^thank YOU Kill!!!!  

[Kill]

np