Your Cyphers!

[complexity]

You ever do a cypher with someone, but didn't no where to put it, how about here, lets make this thread giant! If you click the spoil bbcode, third icon on the bottom, and highlight the text, it will keep it more organized, just an idea.


hard flows: i just stole the stage, but hold ya gage...
let me turn over this folders page..
decode the grade, and flow the rage...
rest this stress on ya shoulder blades..
i'm harder to get then a soldiers wage...
like kids in africa i cant get over aids...
bear more darkness in colder caves...
think i'm "sharp" i'll show ya my older blades..
these rappers are pathetic & over age...
only getting "energy from ya sun" like solar waves...
time for a new phase, new craze, new waves, new plays..
comin in two days...i'll make the bet and you raise...

hard flows: rap talk, will be doing the cat walk, good battles aint talking pat scott, i'm that hot, with a fat plot, they'll disappear like plat rot, and i'll get the last shot, scott I hope ur a fast spot, cuz I bring bars down faster then a vast squat, now i'll blast off

scott can rap: I'm the best, I'll put haters to rest, This isn't a test, But take notes on what's left,Opponets Just guess, Ya flowin's a mess,Ya showin' up in a dress, So crazy you get fucked wit' tech's,Cause i'm fuckin wit' ya text, No comparrison to me ur now at rest?

hard flows: i'm not just a textcee, you'll be next-see, to meet my discrepancies...i might be whiter then a wet tee, but i dare ya to step ta me, ill fuck with ya text (techs) like a dyslexic with checks, leave ya with a disconnected neck, all cuz you rejected complex, now ya love life is infected like X.

hard flows: reppin-the-main-state you "need-ill" so i'm prepping-ya-vain-wait, i've got a weapon-to-kill-lame-fakes each section-i-drill will lead to the same-plates, left-in-a-chill, like game-breaks! scott you "just pixel" like fucking frame-rates!!but try to "play me" and you'll see what a-claim-makes!!punchlines will leave ya with insane-aches!!your whole entire fucking brain-shakes!!you were 'taught not to bite' like trained-snakes!!but always failed like fucking plane-breaks!!//i invested in ya, i have an arcane-taste!!but when you spit each bar-shamed-mase!!you were always behind like being in a car-chase!!bitch nobody wants to see you anymore like scar-face!!

<!--This was mainly just me, but it was only sent to him, so anythin like this-->

[complexity]

Ians Ease: if u coming at me u betta get it right/but i dont smack u wit a glove...to begin a fight/imma smack u wit a dub while i get my knife//u wanna kno why these rappa's hate me/cuz when i drop,they cant eat like the people in hatii//its crazy//because yo bullets dont phase me/like what a butterfly does a dasie//i could smack u in the face or/take the platform//or get ya wig pushed back....like a 'bad storm'//u'll get shreaded to pieces/bury ya body on the beaches/next thing u'll see is the leaches//


lans Dead: leave what ya wrote-plastered, cut ya throat-faster//want me to write for ya, i even ghost-casper!!//i'm the dope-master, don't let the rope-lash-ya//ian 'hits the rock' like a boat-disaster//smoking pot, and choke-on-ashes//stroking-cock, i'm joking-bastard//but ur croaking-after, from provoking-rappers//'i talk down to ian' like I spoke from rafters!!//hope the laughter, dies down to a quite whisper//how can this be, ur a guy yet riots sister//ur whole face looking like a dry blister//i'm the rhyme twister, don't reply mister//i flip enough to surprise flipper///listen up, i'm giving away a-word like a prize shipper/i'm an eye-clipper//bitch ur growing up to be a guy-stripper//on a cam showing-off-for-girls//but to do that you need to start throwing-off-your-curls//

lans Dead: I search n destroy, bitch you need 'a-rest' like going to church with a boy//

<!--I just took out the pretty bad bars i wrote, and the only bar he wrote, and put this up-->

[complexity]

i don't dare to escape from the same gates that are baring my fate...blaring a tape, preparing to rape, i ain't wearing a cape, nor caring to wait, i'll take a tearing or scrape get on the radio and start airing the date, as a mean to serenate, staring-straight, at an affair n hate, i'm going to take the estate, that aint up for debate, there wont be a rebate, just like sea gate, maybe a sedate, she better get away at least three states, what a disgrace, bitch better get out this place, or her arms will be displaced, actually she defaced, so i'll leave her without the face

[complexity]

well that was fucking terrible ^^

this is a resurrected piece, its not really me, but just imagining someone in the position, it was one of my best pieces i wrote ever i think, and was really metaphorical, but i lost it, fuck
so i fucked it up and made this

sharks swam these streets...with heat//
thats how you live deep..dont read this//
ur just trying to get sleep...when a cop//
comes up in a jeep..checking his watch//
telling you to beat it...grabbing his crotch//
he's to conceited...hand me a glock//
its time that I buy...my family a clock//
sick of selling rock..to guys who fly high//
but on this block..its hard to get by//
thats why i'm strapped...where i'm at//
but lets get back...on the track//
what my life lacks..stuck in a tight lax//
so i write raps..or i might collapse//
perhaps I'm trying..to enclose the gaps//
so i lie crying..during those long naps//

[16 Micz]

lol like i said tom, same scheme but anyway pretty good cyphers ill probably add one..

[complexity]

i'm also a joker, an apostle, a choker//
awesome, when it comes to loathers//
i toss em, whose doper? bossing//
find ur fossils, in a remote, coffin//
if thats not possible, the hospital//
is open often, put up the caution//
tape, its hard to be walking straight//
ur second rate, but i'm squashing fakes//
my bait, is underground, but wait//
before a thunder cloud, of hate//
i can't escape, its summer now//
time to break, these new gunners down//
i just found my crown, and its not to late//
to renown, the king, its great, to be back//
start embracing my rap, n facing the fact//
so if i was black, would it open the gates//
nope, its my fate, so its already settled//
like when god meets the devil, so to relate//
to my level, aint talking the bass n the treble//
you need to be in the state, of a rebel//
i don't care if ur a rock or a pebble//
ill excel like a peddal, its inevitable//
im nice dude, so say hello, like ice cube//
i make the right moves, n my knifes huge//
i'll cut ur wife nude, something like food//
i'm in a precise mood, to leave ur life screwed//
crude n ready to feud, with a few//
some say i'm smoother then ur crew//
at least i'm ruder then all you//

[complexity]

i'm still at it, to kill rap shit, with ill tactics, critics i will blast it//
fill caskets, its skill so practice, fo real, if you feel mathematics//
add all the fagots, that are average, and cut em to fragments//
imagine this, all beef to ashes, drop em like high school classes//
most these rappers are lyrically stagnant, so be rapid with magic//
i dont want the crown, here have it, come after me as a savage//
its classic, ass kicks, that make rap fantastic, fuck the other habits//
take ur last hit, then grab a pad lad, and make it drastic//
im not being sarcastic, stab a man in a cab, in traffic//
take the wheel, do what-ever it takes to crash it//
I hate to speel, but you want a tip, so listen you son of a bitch//
get a gun with a clip, put it thru ur lips, then "click"//
oops bitch, you slipped, you thought i'd give you this shit?//

[complexity]

An Intelligent Lyricist, developing experiments//
on kids with half his experience, been feared-since//
pyramids were built in rome, when a Princess was having Incest//
on the silk at home, and her brother got buried in the silt//
my punches on scott-land, until he was kilt//
my history is full of guilt, though i'm chill//
like a six pack, i stand up to m-fers like a stilt//
n still rip rap, u could say i'm ill with the skill//
flip tracks, with agility, its not the delivery//
its the ability, to grip bats, n kill a g//
i know some other sick cats, a trilogy//
if you add killah, he's like a killah bee//
quick micz, with the versatility//
then ekoms, i'm his fertility//
some others are sure to be//
one day at least a third of me//
i'm the devil without the jersey//
ha! attack ya face like herpes//
u know how you reverse beef//
pull the fucking first piece//
even the worst thief can steal//
and get a deal from the police//
so i'm saying you can murder at least//
if ur white, you got some belief//
to some degree, u could increase//
ur chances, by offering some money//
they like advances, often its funny//
the victory dance is coming soon//
outlined like finances, n its doom//
for all ur taxes, cuz my enhances//
are like Chinas expansions//

[complexity]

I'm the Philosophist that took out some Evil like the Acocalypse//
grabbed needles, glocks-n-clips, i'll admit when i lost//
i was pissed, an opportunity missed, lets take it back//
before the box exist, talking shit, with J often kicked//
it on palace, until one day I made a shocking analysis//
in school was learning calculus, so i found the volume of talent//
balanced with an optimystic room of statistics whome//
wanted to spit it, a few insconsiderate, which were the first to quit//
I was experimenting with wordplay at the moment//
the box was made an I killed my first three opponents//
almost like sonar, I could hear defeat coming from miles away//
came up thru the surface was all killah looking my way//
he just played, but took away the title I'd saved//
at this time it was the mic I actually craved//
everyday I spit bars and they were layed//
hard like tar but came out sub par//
so back to Illest Lyrics by far//
where i spit my sickest bars//
a lot of shit isn't great//
but its not to late : ]//

[complexity]

Contention Dispensing bringing Attention to Hench-Men
an Extension to Lynching, Sentencing you like Benching
on the Courts, Not To Mention, Inching towards Clinchin
N Pinching More Than Clinton, theres nothing to Report
Colbert, I Hold-Skirt, with more stains then Old-Shirts
Since When, is going Bizerk, showing my work
kinda flowing burnt as a jerk...
U cant Get Hurt, cuz when ur an asshole
thats just one of the perks, I'm looking for
a clerk with a cass-roll, I eat like I'm from a castle
Getting Fish Aint a hassel, thats why before
I smash flow, i tell a bitch get on the floor
I'm going to rip at ur ass like cattle wh0re
shit fucking you is less of a challenge then a battle tour

Quick one

[precise]

jsut a quick little cypher with a kid on msn called freeflo, dudes only 12 and just gettin into rap

PrecisE:
this kid spits to persistantly rip-emcees/ militously stripped-n-beat// kicks-to-knees leavin em "on there last leg" like a gifted "quadraplegic", dog-i-mean-it// to believe it ya gotta-see-it//

FreeFlo:
iLl leave ya parlayzed after these Lines/ ripping through ya eyez, keppin in mind These rhymes are deadly piercin ya Brain leaving a twitch, yo rhymes are old there muss be a Glitch/ voulcabery i got in both handz destroying ya rhymes and PunchLines/ eating away Tha fear inside iLL leave ya stunned and suprised rhyming straight, urs in notz Lik a boe tie

PrecisE:
destroying my rhymes?// fuckin.. im tearin down youre rhymescheme like demolitions- glitchin- and misplacin there fuckin ammunition// cat you spittin?yea but lackin rythm// im steady pissin on opposition, rippin kids-n' shittin all over there goals n' missions//
puttin cats into submissions// talkin bout both-hands, cept ill destroy ya hole-clan with what this one hands grippin// im blitzin, goin nuts spinnin off into cripplin visions of collisions// no one stands a chance to the shit ive writtin// slicin mindstates "all around" like circumcisions//

FreeFlo:
ur Tha one in submisson leavin ya wishing/ tap out juss for now coz im bringing Tha heat so u better watch and stay strapped coz ima get a pointy object and stick in Ya back 4 a fact im a rocket ship 2 flyin missles hitton towrdz you rhymes in spaziem cant contorL thinkign of wordz they be flyin High then birdz and nasa 2

PrecisE:
... i bring the heat like a commet// grasp the knife handle and palm it// you got pointy objects.. i got razerblades n bombs-kid// to escape me ya gotta change yer name n drop it// facin the top pick, youre cought quick// rappin-circles around this kid, aint hard to seem fast when ya passin-turtles//

[precise]

NOTE: this isnt me, this is someone called FREEFLO who doesnt seem to be able to figure out how to sign up, so, the 12 year old dude from the last cypher i posted in here

FREEFLO:
i dun care dark or white complection ill leave u lookiin lik a alien from a nother dimension
i just dont get it your Tha 1 i envy i dun no how tha fuck u become a emcce
ima rookie on 1 single site buh a lyrical mastermind in a freestyle fight
Ill end ya night with a single verse tha onli place ur gon rap is in a Hurse
ill rearange a chane in this rap ill leave ya body flat after That gat

[complexity]

Did he forget he was registed under freeflo now?

[complexity]

Nice cyphers precise

lyrically i got the whole game in a stand-still ||
i'd use more punches but my hands-kill ||
if i wont murder ya, my fans-will ||
with two gatz strapped like an anvil ||
trapped on a sand-hill, throw ur ass in a land-fill ||
I've snapped like i took every banned-pill ||
come off the handle, n break into a mans-skull ||
like a vandal, trample everyone who cant-flow ||
making examples, cuz its hard to believe me ||
artificially created in a lab with a pen and a pad ||
a species unknown, ur invited to take a stab ||
make a tab, but when your gunz-thrown ||
like a jab, n the mic is grabbed, the fun-zone ||
will start for me, cuz ill kill ur inside partially ||

[HardcoreHal]

wuddup

Illest Lyrics, you got me laughin ma cash pots like fish I fillet (fill it)
rip up the script n grill it get done quick as instant dinners
cool as the fridge i chill with killers and im prone to win
skinnin up blunts fatter than ya nana's rollin' pin
I'll snatch ya from ya house, Kidnapper the ransom getter
think your ill well Hal's lyrics sicker than salmonella
fuckin like rabbits yea i stuff em same as chickens
then the women wakin up as just another rape victim
ya hardust punch ticklin im smokin drinkin sniffin
n i'll put ya off ya food with that flow they says sicknin
im on pole, main position, stop stare take a picture
n i could give ya death by chocolate cause your sweeter than my sister

Haha id normally drop a 16 that'll do for now

RN

H