feedback cypher

[gdubs illest]

new time poster tell me what you think
all these people slackin, and now that im rappin, im ballin down to the feet so now they gettin madden,but they cant move me or budge me, im like the rim when u white they cant touch me,im to high, fine tuned with ill rhymes, locked in my room writin rhymes to kill time, uhu yea its what i do on the daily, remember fresh rhymes chuck the duece if they staley, got em in stail mate, these soft spitters is jailbate, so i throw em on ice while im cookin like tailgate,my flo is like extacy, cuz once they hear the rest of me, these girlies gonna be sexin me, im so street like sesame

[~Symbolikull~]

first of all... this is called Feed Back Cypher for a reason dumb ass!!!!! if you are gonna drop u MUST leave feed to get feed...

but...

im not gonna read this nor will most users

all these people slackin, and now that im rappin, im ballin down to the feet so now they gettin madden,but they cant move me or budge me, im like the rim when u white they cant touch me,im to high, fine tuned with ill rhymes, locked in my room writin rhymes to kill time, uhu yea its what i do on the daily, remember fresh rhymes chuck the duece if they staley, got em in stail mate, these soft spitters is jailbate, so i throw em on ice while im cookin like tailgate,my flo is like extacy, cuz once they hear the rest of me, these girlies gonna be sexin me, im so street like sesame

now i would read this

all these people slackin, and now that im rappin,
im ballin down to the feet so now they gettin madden,
but they cant move me or budge me,
im like the rim when u white they cant touch me,
im to high, fine tuned with ill rhymes,
locked in my room writin rhymes to kill time,
uhu yea its what i do on the daily,
remember fresh rhymes chuck the duece if they staley,
got em in stail mate, these soft spitters is jailbate,
so i throw em on ice while im cookin like tailgate,
my flo is like extacy, cuz once they hear the rest of me,
these girlies gonna be sexin me, im so street like sesame

thats the only feed you get from me

so add some damn structure and leave feed on any verse and i will leave feed on this

thanks

[QwarterZ]

^^^^taht was purdy dope the flow was on point
the vibe was dope and the punches were on point for the most part
nice visual in a weird way.....keep writing!


straight out the cat box, littering crack rock
get it crack rock, littering? straight out the cat box?
put it on a girl good, pipe down, pressing the caps lock
she gettin' mad hot, steamin', until the backs shot
chitty chitty bang bang, soccer mom's thick and right
don't matter if they lesbians call me Dick Van Dyke
sick man right? I don't get it my flow get silly, idiotic
I stay tryna get that spot wetter, feel me? aquatic...
I'm bored again....blaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh


just having fun this time

[complexity]

Lmao. The straight out of the cat box line was nice.

2006-07

Divine rap creator slash emcee whose got more spine than the backs
of gators, rhyme fascinator, time after time, mind activator
committing acts of danger, front and I'll smash your glass retainer
chump, you won't even last the remainder of this month
that's a no brainer, find yourself fucked like Kramer in a cell
plex is atheist,that's cuz he can't find anythin greater than himself

I am staring at the world through fake glass..
the human race as I know it is an erased past..
I combat constant thoughts of tragic scenes..
on the ground was newspapers and magazines..
one said something about nicole richie...
this fucked up culture has taken over my whole city..
a wide seen distraction, in a wide screen plasm..
I cant fathom, what I cant even imagine..
the sixties we were believing in peace..
now we glorify, the life you see in the streets..
it cheapens us, I am trying to reach perfection..
but darkness, deceit, greed, so I keep protection..
our parents tried to teach us, we defeat the lesson..
got a second amendment so we lease a weapon..
yet bullets dont seek progression..

I'm spreading the word, nobody is as dope as me
most emcees try to get ahead of the curve, where I'm suppose to be
react on impulses, compulsively, act emotionally
so they get smacked like the DVD, slapped back to easy street
where they smoke crack, and scope wack
emcees, while they are on the horse like broke back

Subliminal

most tracks aint dope, we smoke that to cope, light the green
and drop a nice sixteen with the tightest scheme

I'm the best with the flow, so, I'll also attack with the hits
wrapping my fist, switch to my left with a blow

Do you even follow?

emcees are forever hating, prejudice, because the flow is never ending
like December, I'm everest, pretending they don't remember
results pending, I'm back to sever ties, you're not-in my league

how-ever I caution emcees, who have even forgotten a piece
I'm dropping a beast, you thought I fell off, not in the least

Nah, you didn't

come on, I've been plotting, bin laden, just been hiding in my cave
back to cave in emcees brains quicker than eye raising, saving the game
I made him, he never became me, I'm aging, don't mean, I'm changing
as the times changing, rhymes dangerous, but I aint phaze-in

Wait.....

I'm famous, I'm just paraphrasing, I'm way to amazing
to be praising UNCREATIVE name playing, raving about battles, I'm gazing
I'd blaze em, all this emulation, on the mic, holding like gretsky
hoping the best see, new generation?, save the slogan for pepsi

Got it? That's smoother than Jay, don't even go there.

bless me, i'm making history, every time i spit a verse
first you got to be ill with rhymes than you can be sick with words

It's true

I'm off the rictor, something like an earthquake predictor
the metaphor ripper, hit before the ticker cuz i'm spitting quicker
sicker, give me any topic to RIP-on, or any beat to spit on
I'll black out like you're watching your favorite sitcom
Mentally flip, I'm like psychopath trapped in a memory chip
so when I come back, my true identity hits
like a freight train, my personality splits, I weight train
to great fame, and now emcees rip me off, with a straight face?
this forum needs a bomb shelter, cuz you'll need a safe place
what I did in this rap is incredible, it's magical
I'll bet nobody realizes I just SMASHED the FLOW

[360]

complexity.. you chose the right name cuz only half your rhymes make sense ta me
but you're a *perfect* example of how *conceited* gay men can be

i mean, way ta suck your own dick. take 10 bucks and buy a ho, prick
she'll do it better and you won't have ta worry 'bout a spinal cord rip

[Shady_08]

nice metaphor but it could have been more than just one bar ...

check mine...


I take the white knight of that black horse
Fight back like Dwight Howard on black whores
I score a slight of hand like Copperfield in Disneyland
On the MGM Grand fuck up Alice from Wonderland
On the other hand, i have a freehand to jerk off
So i do it on Mikhail Gorbaciov, and it pays off
Hands off i admit i had a blast off, I'll do it again
Take my pen and write white rhymes over ESPN
CNN sucks without Sean Penn fighting Clark Kent
I experiment frequent rhymes on different times
I'm entertaining like a mute mime that rhymes

[complexity]

complexity - Mon Jul 26, 2010 4:27 pm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_yTZcXK2X0

complexity - Mon Jul 26, 2010 4:26 pm

i'm a strong liar, threw my moms dryer into a bomb fire/
I'm a bit shotty with a wicked soul/
broke her radio and dropped her nice kitchen stove into an ice fishing hole/
you thought that would astonish her, I put an axe through her monitor/
broke her speedometer and now she gets tickets from every officer/
she's pissed because her kids a smerchen that lives and works in a hospital as a horrific surgeon/
should have known when he ripped her curtains that he was a sadistic person/
you think this shits rehearsed then you must be just as crazy/
she use to complain that her son was lazy, until the time he stuck his mothers baby into another lady/
how fucked is he, only god knows, he drunk every bottle with cross bones/
he never used the toilet, he shits his tacos into pot holes/
his mom disappeared like waldo when he got mono from breathing in the fumes from a hot stove/
once he got a strong hold with a tong on his dogs nose, bent it, then sewed his nostrils/
approached his mouth and broke his tonsils with an explosive lawn hose/
you could say he gave his moms hell, dropped a bomb shell/
no literally dropped a bomb shell on her lawn/
was told to fetch a bucket at her water well/
he picked her up dropped her in and told her to do the job herself/
shits not so grand, he works at a taco stand and dresses like macho man/
that's not the way he planned it, a hispanic that thinks he's Osama, and can't stand it/
one day he vanished into a gigantic sand pit/
granted, living life for him was too scary, he was a bitch like the toothfairy and as fat as drew carey/

[Ambiguous Realm]

i like that macho man line,
the rhymescheme was nice, flow went on n off but overall good
story was weird but stayed on topic,
i'm just gonna feed off since i got shit better to do



his balls that only grew barely, looked like two hairy blueberries,
out of the sandbox this hispanic man pops from under some shamrocks,
the bits of shade left him covered with tan spots, his life..rougher than handjobs,
his bad luck that can't stop is about to change for the better,
the grass grew, the sun hid, and it rained all together,
it took the stains off the sweater that he had made out of feathers,
soaked but now clean he was ready to go, he found a cent and went from pennies to rolls, eventually he had plenty of doe,
his mother returned, with a baby smarter than him,
so sharp its mind would carve into skin,
a bottom that could part with the wind,
uppercuts followed with a fart to the chin,
mother hugged n smiled from the heart with a grin,
and now the routine had just started again,
Randy was savage, he dropped elbows but besides that he was average,
his insanity managed to leave his own fantasy damaged,
back to the tacos, he now eats in prison,
n keeps findin Waldo so he sinks his teeth right in him,

[MC Believe]

Not sure who i gve feedback too so i will on the next person who spits
Here i go a lil key/freestyle


Drop Hot Topics,Like Wet Panties of Gothics/
Power in Pockets,Like my pants are full of Light sockets/
I Remember,Living on the streets in December/
Drug Embers,A demon in my soul slowly Enters/
Threw-Up,Time in reverse to fill My Brew Cup/
A new Pup,Blew Up,Whose Time had come I Grew Up/

* Just a lil something ill come back n write more

[complexity]

It was ok.

Just keyed this up.

Jordan in his peak, the more I speak the less interesting I'm perceived/
follow the inadequate tendencies of my opponents, see the tender knees/
read the moves, seize the moment freeze, believe I know it, please/
if I shall go and leave, I'll come back, don't think I'll play over-seas/
full disclosure, I'm closer mentally to a soldier, put that in parentheses/
a victim of symbolism, I can capture their attention without the similes/
with such ease, my team is legendary, we've lost but almost never fairly/
the league is not ready barely, we running this from September to February/
can't forget December and January, we'll give it to you in November, Temporarily/
my temper is scary, I'll come at you tastefully, break emcees interchangeably/
if that's not true explain to me, how the game is prearranged, its plain to see/
keep my hand on my cheek the same way we sleep, always thinking, aint that deep/
why I am always sinking, shots, I can drop a master piece, probably in a weekened/
obviously not reaching, there's got to be a reason that I'm confidently speaking/
chomping at the bits' apostrophe, I know its mis-leading when I talk so fast/
exhausted but I will not collapse, louis and clerk and I got that rocky past/
I just want to take that shot at last, the last shot classic signing autographs/
nothing but a flawless rap, this notebook is worth more than the one at officemax/

[werd]

Complixity got me elevated

all that iz strong ........

[Juice317]

Im comin in swingin, leavin em runnin n screamin, Im gunnin and beamin duckin weavin, can you fuckin believe it, I got you suckin to breathe-in, all duct taped and bleedin, when you got that much weight, im schemin, Ski mask strapped up, breeze past, black truck, hit that alley way ready act up, you act tough? Til you see us creepin up the back, cuz- We on a mission, your stash im demandin, you shoulda listened, theres 10 crack commandments, Tellin these hos how much dough you hold, Stuntin and frontin, and they told me bro, we comin and jumpin, and stackin ya crews heads like a totem pole

-- Fri Aug 27, 2010 11:34 pm --

@ Werd- "All that iz strong comez frum within
all that iz week comes on a weakend" I like this word play, I didnt see the rule on the first post before i started thought it was just feedback so i didnt feed my bad yall

[IntrinsicCadence]

Alright Juice, I'm gonna be honest with you, while your rhyme and internal rhyming is nice, I ain't feelin' what your saying at all. Hip-hop, to me, is about much more than the rhythm and beat, but the vision that seeps out and soaks the culture. So, I don't fault ya, since crack and violence pervades and assaults cyphers all over, but it just ain't what suits me, so I'mma leave it for the vultures.
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Rockin' the mic, with the rhythm unlockin' the tides,
rappin' a rhyme, tappin' the time, it happens that I-
am happy to find- that I will rise- whenever the beat strikes.
Never to be blind, I endeavor to reach high, it's better to be fly- than to rely- on the devil in each line.
I'm ready to realize the real rise that peels back the sky,
and the beat will be the backdrop that completes the task of the rhyme.
Hip-hop's in my soul, if you ask why I flow, I would answer it's so- deep down I can't help but let the words flood free- spreading across the beat- from a message embedded in me-
Whether I be- plantin' the seeds- havin' a seista- or harvestin' beats- I will be me. Raisin' with each rhythm a vision that's given a key.
Unlockin' the doors to open up deeds, and talkin' for more than pocketin' green. I'm not stoppin' to beef, nor knockin' in teeth, but instead I explore cuz the beats talkin' to me.
I seek for paths to reach the peaks and that's why I'll always surpass my past creations rapped. I'm not sayin' I'm the dopest of all these cats, but I'm focused on this jazz that is burstin' in these words fast.
I ain't never gonna crash, cuz the goals I hold will bring these raps to a realm beyond the cash. I ain't livin' lavish, nor do I wish to ravage any ass, I'd rather live with love and bask in the light it inhabits.
Cuz the savage and rabid rhymes have sabotaged the culture, starvin' it and damagin' it's fabric. Damnit! I ain't havin' it, I'd rather fan the flame and burn away the canvas, start again and search the grandest heights to help the culture learn to not just fantasize or cannibalize it's fam. Damn again! I am just one drop among the sea of hip-hop, but the plan of them that flip shit cannot keep being the face of this biz, when it's not what hip-hop really is.

[Juice317]

@ Intrinsic, yeah its a bad habit for me to go with the negative side of hip hop. I just was in a hurry to drop somethin and it was quite weak now that im readin it over. But your flow is nice, im diggin the multi's in there for sure

[Quix]

i liked yah rhyme scheme, shit seem to flow nice...and you stayed on point with dcent content!


check it


I flurish wid skill, murderous drops, topped wid a Purpose tah Kill
theres no glamour in killing ... but it'll be curtains, fah Real
got people itching and scratching at me like fiegns searching for pills
NOW these haters got me anxious ... way too nervous chill
emotions got me toking piff wid dah hustlers n common folk and shit
got so much smoke in mah lungs ... feels like some Broken ribs
now i'm focused with potent spits ... fuck it