Your Cyphers!

[complexity]

I take rap to new extremities, what forces you to lay raps with no kinetic energy ||
blazing-me? don't even happen occasionally, i'm always rapping amazing frees ||
think ur sick? virals got the disease, and when we squeeze the seas freeze ||
so please, stop being conceited, cuz being 0 and 0 is the only time you'll be undefeated ||
my missions completed, i lyrically destroyed a fraud, whats the odds ||
if you divide wack emcees, by genius, thats why I get applauds ||
The Gods, me and my Squad, ur real hardcore working on the computer as day job ||

[precise]

he cliams to be "on-poles" i dont deny-it-tho// ridin RN's dicks in order to find-a-flow// its quite-a-show... rapin-women?// and stuffin chickens... jesus ive never seen somethin as gay as this lame-kids-writtens// he didnt do all 16 cause he had to go play-with-kittens.. ill slay-his-writtens// fact is... any newb on illest-lyrics could kill-this-queer-bitch//

[HardcoreHal]

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Keep those comments to yourself or you'll be runnin for help
I turn the heat up n you sweet MC's will crumble and melt
come at me on the cypher screen you must be smokin cocaine
n by the way mate, i dont need to find a flow mine'll blow you away
H rock~the~mic~loud n I got~the~right~sound
give ya what~ya~like~clown big Hal'll shut~ya~site~down
time to leave~precisE~bowwed you must be really~quite~proud
create the beef like a slaughterhouse n treat~ya~like~cows
what you say about kittens? theres no skill its just a game and i'm lucky
I guess ya right though cause on this site i'm only playin with pussys
grab a bat attack haters. slap gays n stack paper
your not prepared for 8 bars Hardcore the star of Rap Nation

H

[complexity]

haha, nice little verse, i'll respond when I get home later.

[HardcoreHal]

sound m8, look 4ward to it. how the fuck do i get off this pink text ? am jus settin maself up for a fall there lol.

H

[precise]

lmfao

i hit this kid with "hot-lines" cause were "smokin-cocaine" PFFF//
this kids hopeless-ok, anyone with street cents would know lightin blow-is-sooo-waste//
thinkin youll make Illest choke-kid?-no-way//
lace our spits with a corrosive-dose-AIM and decompose-his-whole-face//
this ho-spits-no-game, so like hannibal lectar ill devour and croak-his-slow-brain//
anyone else notice his prewrites open-ok, then turn to fillers as he chokes-out-opaque//
faggit i keep every one of mine lines clear as i open-yo-veins//
but ill hand it to him, he disrespects RN better then we could wen he shows-his-broke-name//
why am i even wastin minits on him, cause this lyrical joke-is-so-lame//

[precise]

haha, this cyphers entertainin

[HardcoreHal]

not bad, but ....

If they keep~it~up I'll have to leave~these~fucks, scarred forever
how many cyphers i gotta write before they start to get it
think there hard but pathetic forget it bars'll never
be overpowerin so hit the showers n get hard together
I'll take on you n every tool in ya crew, all together
it's ma buisness to belittle you, my jobs a pleasure
far to clever to ever suggest that your even marginally better
is bout as likely as the multi-platinum return of salt n pepper
I've come to get ya, now this boards seen some colourful drops
timings precise rhyme with complexity so pull on ma cock
sayin' that smokin weeds a waste well I got money to burn
with red eyes as i'm writin just findin this shit funny, you'll learn .....

H

[precise]

ummm... blow= cocaine... not weed
lighting cocaine = a waste... better hi when snorted... jesus, you rhyme well for an ignorant 10 year old, lol

[HardcoreHal]

lol, thanks but am not ignorant just fucked up most the time, fort u wer avin a dig at ma profile.

H

[HardcoreHal]

I may be saine, or meybee magic like david blane
only reason I log onto this site is to play the games (retro sections fuckin quality btw)
and check~the~news leave beats wrecked n Im smashin all the flows
droppin texts like I got 5 lasses on the go
complexity said he'd respond to me somewhere near the twenty ninth
but he bin 2 busy on RN where the realest MC's write
its just another 4 bars for your reading~pleasure
respond and you'll find out if people bleed~in~heaven

H

[Subsist]

Bitch who exactly taught you how to spell//
People bleed in heaven too bad im going to hell//
Thats it youve just crossed the line//
checkin the news im about to make headlines//
You wanna play games ill play with you mind//
Ill eat up all your sanity and * leave an H behind*.

[HardcoreHal]

Might as well give up rap now sell ya mic n spend the profit
could'nt drop a hot 16 if ya life depended on it
if hate comes my way, then I slice the sender of it
and I dont mean lyrically, watch your back, you hearin me
i'm the type to rep the site that spits sicker than heppatitus
while ya Illest Lyrics shit is a 66 hour virus
might be sick for 3 days, outta 3 6 5
I never leave a cold post every spits deep fried
like my brain most nights, I'm excessivly seshin
n it can save ya from those demons like a heavenly blessing
please, take the weed n go find a nice place to breathe
cus the only sin you've ever commited was facin me .

H

[complexity]

I dont' write fables, under my night table is a knife able ||
to strike fatal,if i dont take ur life I'll swipe ya mic cable ||
u can't splice it, truth is you never dropped precisive ||
listening to ur audio is kinda like getting hit with a night-stick ||
i write tight shit, that goes beyond my whiteness ||
compare me to the sun, I'm still the brightest ||
just run, don't stay around to fight this, you'll be lifeless ||
think ur the hypest? I'm on Crack Weed Coke And Speed N Smack ||
my Track Be Dope, now a days these dogs are Breeding Wack ||
bleeding wack, breathin wack, i need in fact, a gat attached to a strap ||
to get past the maniacs, who have took over rap ||

[complexity]

trust
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A Gat Shoots Ya Quick, So Groups A Kids Split
Forming A Crucifix, Caught Up In Stupid Shit
New Hits Dont Prove What Music Is
The News Is Spinned, So Its Confusing Them
Until Parents Feel Like Their Boozing Again
Truth In The End Their Losing A Friend
Whose In His Room, Abusing A Pen
Privacy Is The Only Thing Soothin Ta Men
But When You Come In Like A Summons
Ignoring Everything Coming From Him
Your Doing More Than Confronting
Now Dads Got The Gun N Moms Huntin
Tell Me That Aint That Something?
So The Hummin Is Becoming Numbin
And Now Ur Son Leaves Like Nothin
To Go Smoke Weed, N Starts Puffin
He Don't Give A Fuck, N his Hearts Rustin
Takes Some Speed, Then Narcs Cuff Him
When He Did A Pick-Up Over Customs
Serves Six Months, For Bluffin
Comes Back Out N Gets A Concussion
So Now Hes Tucking And Busting
The Repercussions Of Not Trusting