West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Hittman on March 22, 2002, 09:52:13 AM
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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.
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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
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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/
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"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...)
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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/
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(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/
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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 ~
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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//
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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/
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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 ~
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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! ;)
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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/
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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/
;D
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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
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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..
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My spits are sharp so they shank-yah, so getta clue-fag/
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getta a clue fag
I rock the white and blue do-rag
c-walkin on hata's
Tone..its all love playa
I never assumed it was beef
so I didnt take personnel
I spit hard verses though
and smoke what the earths surface grow
sticky icky herbs fa shoe
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i kick tah tha curb these hos and disturb mah foes/
U sport tha blue rag when yah c-walk/
But i diss tha flued-crabz when i B-talk/
Gangsta Gangsta and game recognize game/
North to tha South and itz all tha same/
Whetha u blued or flamed, connected kali muhafuckaz erase yah name/
We bick back by da beaside, while u ciccin cacc on tha ceaside/
Killa Kali whea tha G's re-side, and itz all gravy frum tha west to tha eastside......pleaze believe....righhhhhh!/
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please believe? ill leave ya with blood-on-ya-sleeve/
bitch on her knees, get the dick till ya vagina bleeds/
niggaz get soften, get ya head split often/
leave ya eyes closed and your corpse in a coffin/
accept or believe this, im devious, high on acid/
mischevious, shotgun blasted, leavin MC's flabargasted/
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leavin MC's flabargasted/
FLABARGASTED..
IF YOU'RE NEAR-SIGHTED I'LL BREAK YOUR GLASSES/
BRING A SLEDGEHAMMER TO YOUR FUNERAL,
SMASH YOUR CASKET/
THE MEASUREMENTS I TAKE ARE DRASTIC/
I'LL PULL YOU OUT YOUR CAR AND BEAT YO ASS IN TRAFFIC/
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In traffic??
u take offense to my rhymes cuz theyr too graphic/
parental advisory cuz its explicit content/
Yo rhymes as old as the 1700s where they where tha bonnet/
Those lyrics stutter jus like tha x-ecutioners scartching/
Those rhymes arent even matching/
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those rhymes aren't even matching
but ma Mac'z fataly blasting
attachin a clip ta rip tha lipz off u niggaz constantly laughing
like u tried ta take tha Dub 4 a joke
u betta hope ma scope iz outta focus or i'll reload
and place sum lead in ya throat
CSN!!!
Holla
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lead in my throat
youll be dead in ya coat
find ya body in the harbour, and ya head on the boat
amputating MCs, detach head from limb
leaving body bags where the fishes swim
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Open up my body bag
Gotta get out this sack
Almost buried alive
How did I survive?
Someone faked my death
He wanted to take my last breath
He draws his nine
Looks like now's my time
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Now's my time to rip, every rhyme I spit/
leaves casualties, try to reply to diss,
and ya might get split/
wide open, no hard feelings no pain/
bitch niggaz, I'm god to 'em,
got 'em thinkin' losing against me is okay/
make ya hardest netcee fall flat on his face/
faggots evacuate 'cuz a real nigga stepped in the place/
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stepped in the place
to erase tha whole bitch nigga race
let tha bulletz penetrate
through their waiste or their face
trace tha call back and i'll react
attack and put chu niggaz on ya back
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Put up yah handz this a jack, ToNes quik tah attack/
I make "ho" rhymers hit tha "track", while i lay suckaz on they back/
Where im frum u dead itz a fact, SD whea i be-at/
Any haters wanna react? search fah mah strap i be-back/
Lyrikally or physikally u muthafuckas aint feelin-me/
U dirty "glass dick" suckin cluckas bout tah see a killin-spree/
I beat u clowns down in yah own hood, thas how real-it-be/
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i stay blazin cats like cyhers where there's 10 l's being passed//
revolve around the session let em all absorb my rath//
mind clotting wickedness, my lyrics will jam channels//
block the train a thinkin, bring damage under the panel//
i dismantle, the cortex of existance//
brain shatterin rhymes , offering no resistance//
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ViSioNs You Come Off Wack Everytime, You Lack Persistance ~
Everyday My Rhymes Enchance, Rapidly My Spits Advance ~
My Mother Had An "Abortion" But I Was "Still Born" ~
Your Fucking Skin Gets Torn, Your Whole Family Mourn ~
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my fam dont mourn, they make plans for retaliation/
marijuana smoke got me on a new level of elevation/
so Here ye Here ye come one come all/
Techniec is spraying bullets in the bathroom stall/
Catch ya while youre shittin/
Without ya piece or ammunition/
I rubbed the lamp, put a gat in the genies mouth and told em i'ma keep wishin/
lol
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ima beat u blue and brown
wtF all u can do is FROWN?/
i dont expect u to retaliate
coz my rymes they cause you to nauseate
BANG!there u gota black eye
BOOM! u fall down and all u see is tha sky
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BOOM!u fall down and all u see is the sky..//
damn jigga, u kno it hurts,y u gotta lie..//
my first 6 blows were to ur face..//
da last 5 left ur nose displaced..//
Knocked yo left eye outta da socket..//
my blows quicker den a rocket..//
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my blows quicker den a rocket..//
you know u cant beat me so just fuck~it/
I just wanted a Lil Free~Style /
Cant u see my Rhymes are G~Style/
Im just Flavored More/
We all no this is Roccys Floor/
Know u lost, just get out the Door/
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My mind is lost with a realisation
Of lack of mental stimulation
Grey cells not communicating
Slowly disintergrating
Needing input or I'mma reach for a hatchett
Can't cope with life in a restraining jacket
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See My Rhymes? No Way You Could Match-My-Shit ~
You Couldnt Crack-It, Feel The Vibe Of My Hardcore-Lyrics ~
Unleasing The Dragon, A Fiery Roar-Of-Spirits ~
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Outta ya mouth & into the air as bad breath
The last one "LEFT"
even when I'm wrong I'm "RIGHT", Try & test
and get revoked like the first mc's who got ex'ed from the clique
since the certification of the board yall have been pube's to us...All on our Dicks......
rub us the right way and we might cum back and spitt
this rap shitt is madd eazy,
But this battle bullshitt is madd cheesy
Respect us..
_CsN_ muthaphucca...lol
Hatesrats 2oo2
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anotha ignorant bent out of shape muthaphucka
Skillastic Sick bastad flamable combuster
that meanz ma lyricz r to hot ur not familiar with
thiz CSN shit we spit sick shit that leave'z u sick illiterate
u can read r linez they burn ya fuckin eye lidz
i'll do sum unhuman shit like tie up and torch ya kidz
CSN!!!
Holla
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Ya eye lids are all shut together after the warm spitt out of my future onto your leather...lol
it's all pleasue never done shitt just for fun..
since on the run the last gun blazin' out the holdster's...
I'll Kill for my homies...Die for my homies..
done it before ;) I'll take the rap for the homies..
cause it's all love
even when the end comes crawlin'..
I'll be a muthaphuccan dead man walkin'
it's all destiny and i'll except the real
even when I'm shorter that short and the truth is shaquile
it's still Hates
it's still the certified dignified bomb
when the end comes i'll be at the door waiting & calm...
Take me bitch....
Hatesrats 2oo2
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I thought about it....
That bitch named life don't want none
cause I fucc'ed her mom...Death
In the ass and pulled it out and bust in her asaphagus..
With the snufalufagus...lol'
that's old school elephant trunk
And my bitch life watched the whole thing
Until I made a fucked existance and menage'd in between..
Whoa!!!
it's all lust
until love step'ed in and fucc'ed it all up..
now I'm sprung on livin' but came up with the solution
and time table to appreciate every day given
so I'm checkin' the clock.
and will continue to fucc the grain until my pain & heart stop.
Peace
Hatesrats 2oo2
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stop turn back tha clock watch az i make u pop lock
drop and have tha copz put ya body in that pine box
no ur not hot ya heater iz on 90
9 hunet on mine waitin 4 any nigga to try me
i might b slim but ma triggaz tha same size
disguise ma body size behind tha sound of ma nine
CABOOM I'm a pro at thiz niggaz can't match thiz
i'll probably git drastic leavin ya DNA on tha matris
or Bed spread head open eye ballz red
said wut he said but tha outtcome left him dead
led inside ya body leavez u like a number 2 pencil
official mental contious az white kidz in trench coatz
CSN!!!
Holla
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Got it stashed in my waistline
any blind spot getting seen with this pot shot...
one glock + 8 glock = tech nine...
it's been along time but we're almost back in the grind _CsN_
it's still requires a ear muff when the rapid fire starts going
semi-automatic with verbals that has your reator's exploding..
it can't be contained
continue to play the blame game...after the power of fame changed It still remain's the real Thang...
who got the whole board on some surf spitt..
the liquid clique with that shitt yall shorKhop's drown with..
it's 2 deep
stay the fucc outta our water
still lurkin' in the depths but beware the shallow holla..
We can still hear ya....lol
_CsN_
Hatesrats 2oo2
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Sorry for the Spam… but CSN all over the place.
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I can hear the echos of times past
Of an evolution that occured too fast
Genetic enginerring creating new breeds
Who need human flesh to feed
Gone from predetors to prey in one generation
This is the beginning of our obliteration.