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this is demon designed art, bleachin the lines dark/
im back, but dont get it twisted like peeps with their spines arched/
i reach and align stars, i seek to define smart/
cats leech to my rhymes, i'm in need of a pry bar/
my piece of the pie chart is the reason you grind hard/
any cat breachin my lines leaves with their mind scarred/
Never feelin remorse, kneelin in the field of war/
Wieldin a shield and sword, ready to deal the force/
And bare the weight of the Empire, my spine is sore/
My defiant horde climbs inside of the giant horse/
then the cubicle shrinks, feel like i'm trapped in the office/
These rappers have lost it, more beef than a package of sausage/
i dont feel bad for the loss of michael at all/
i'm spiteful and raw, i swipe for titles with claws/
aim right for the jaw down the sight of a rifle and pause/
pop a deciple then jog to the site and write "the bible is flawed"/
his vitals are gone, ruckus is blasphemic/
i'm a passivist, just imagine me on some assassin shit/
Leave a swell in yer stomach, Ruck is stellar amongst this/
Cellar dweller from dungeons, Helen Keller with punches/
Propellers and dunces, you'll never cut it, stupid/
No gun to shoot but beware the tongue is ruthless/
Pushin the heat, I'm a furnace with flows/
Thought u were bomb til u heard my verses explode/
The worst is disposed, thrown in the cypher section/
But they go hard, while your shit is a slight erection/
The Morning wood, on some wake n bake shit
Place is vacant so I wait n grace the pages/
Emptyin slugs, don't tempt me, I'm ten feet above/
Its ruckus, with a flow you hoes are envious of/
got you prayin to Christ, I stay preyin at night/
THis bitch is a joke, Tina Fey with the mic/
Still shakin yer dice but yer luck is absent/
Rucks attackin, make yer chin touch yer back end/
Yer the tamest of species, no lame can defeat me/
Claim yer diseased but you say it discretely/
If sadists are creepy, then Ruck is fuckin sick/
So hot, you couldn't touch his spits with an oven mit/
Drop a played cliche and make the rhymes sick as ever/
When my line's stitched together, yer mind is split n severed/

Cypher shit lol... enjoy. I'll drop some fresh shit soon.

nice flow
a few good punches
shit i might read through it again.

cats leech to my rhymes, i'm in need of a pry bar/
my piece of the pie chart is the reason you grind hard/
^^ hot

aim right for the jaw down the sight of a rifle and pause/
pop a deciple then jog to the site and write "the bible is flawed"/
lol thats sum ig-nant' shit right there

Finally Ruck Is BACK.. You Were Out In The Woods 2 Long Dude!!
Dope Cypher Though/ Next Time Remember 2 Invite Me

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I'm a passivist, just imagine me on some assassin shit/
Leave a swell in yer stomach, Ruck is stellar amongst this/
Cellar dweller from dungeons, Helen Keller with punches/
Propellers and dunces, you'll never cut it, stupid/


Dope Bar:

Got you prayin to Christ, I stay preyin at night/
THis bitch is a joke, Tina Fey with the mic/
Still shakin yer dice but yer luck is absent/
Rucks attackin, make yer chin touch yer back end/

Geesh That's Just Gotta Hurt!! Lmao

I dont know if im the only one that noticed this.
but not alot of fresh shit in here, Most of its from your Big ass cypher drop a couple months back, and some cypher shit you did

Not sayin its bad or anything, i was hopin for some brand new ruckus, Needles to say, their was some new stuff in their and i felt as if it was half assed. Maybe thats just me.

You set the bar pretty high for yourself so when you drop somethin that would be considered above average for a regular cat, It seems bellow "ruck" average. Nah meen? lol

But its nice seeing somethin new from you regardless

7.5/10

Ruckus wrote:this is demon designed art, bleachin the lines dark/
im back, but dont get it twisted like peeps with their spines arched/
i reach and align stars, i seek to define smart/
cats leech to my rhymes, i'm in need of a pry bar/
my piece of the pie chart is the reason you grind hard/
any cat breachin my lines leaves with their mind scarred/
Never feelin remorse, kneelin in the field of war/
Wieldin a shield and sword, ready to deal the force/
And bare the weight of the Empire, my spine is sore/
My defiant horde climbs inside of the giant horse/
then the cubicle shrinks, feel like i'm trapped in the office/
These rappers have lost it, more beef than a package of sausage/
i dont feel bad for the loss of michael at all/
i'm spiteful and raw, i swipe for titles with claws/
aim right for the jaw down the sight of a rifle and pause/
pop a deciple then jog to the site and write "the bible is flawed"/
his vitals are gone, ruckus is blasphemic/
i'm a passivist, just imagine me on some assassin shit/
Leave a swell in yer stomach, Ruck is stellar amongst this/
Cellar dweller from dungeons, Helen Keller with punches/
Propellers and dunces, you'll never cut it, stupid/
No gun to shoot but beware the tongue is ruthless/
Pushin the heat, I'm a furnace with flows/
Thought u were bomb til u heard my verses explode/
The worst is disposed, thrown in the cypher section/
But they go hard, while your shit is a slight erection/
The Morning wood, on some wake n bake shit
Place is vacant so I wait n grace the pages/
Emptyin slugs, don't tempt me, I'm ten feet above/
Its ruckus, with a flow you hoes are envious of/
got you prayin to Christ, I stay preyin at night/
THis bitch is a joke, Tina Fey with the mic/
Still shakin yer dice but yer luck is absent/
Rucks attackin, make yer chin touch yer back end/
Yer the tamest of species, no lame can defeat me/
Claim yer diseased but you say it discretely/
If sadists are creepy, then Ruck is fuckin sick/
So hot, you couldn't touch his spits with an oven mit/
Drop a played cliche and make the rhymes sick as ever/
When my line's stitched together, yer mind is split n severed/

Cypher shit lol... enjoy. I'll drop some fresh shit soon.

I felt a majority of this piece was dope
really kept on track and flowed very fluently
very dope writing! keep it up my dude!!!!!

Lol I made sure that it was clear that this is indeed shit posted in the Cyphers. You know, its sad because a lot of cats drop some sick rhymes in Cyphers only for them to go unnoticed by the rest of the site that doesn't participate. I'm just getting the juices going again because I've been really uninspired when it comes to writing lately. I just haven't had the time or energy needed to dump into something worthwhile. When I was overseas, I had nothing but time. Now, 6 hours of sleep is considered sleeping in lol. Don't worry though, RainMan, I'll churn some good shit out momentarily.

I agree. When you reuse lines, and everybody does it, touch them up a bit, add something around them, it makes them fresh again, at least to me.

And this whole drop did feel fresh to me, though I read some of the lines before.

Smooth flow, thoroughly enjoyable.

..the thing about feeling uninspired comes with the territory, In the words of Dori from Nemo... "just keep writin, writin, writin', just keep writin'"

"pop a deciple then jog to the site and write "the bible is flawed"/"
-- I remember when you dropped that line in the cyper... i remember snickering at it. LOL

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