Its So Much Talent, Let's Cyper

Rap is art definately.....somethin like a theater...
But it's a ***** that's a prude and talks **** when you're near her...
Can't live with her.....I can't live with her...
Still I spit smoke like I'm livin on a bad liver...
Rap is an indian giver who prefers to be called native..
And is politically correct when you want back what you gave it...
95 percent of rappers want to diss the rap game...
I'm here to tell you now those dudes are in fact lames...
They'll diss certain rappers but why won't they track names?..
It's cause they mad they ain't eatin off other's plates...for shame..
They'll get pissy and down the mainstream...viva la raza...
I can't help but to laugh at these spaghetti n****** eatin pasta...
These spaghetti n****** are more unrealistic than a western...
Then they treat rap like she's supposed to be their profession...
Listen..
You frail boppers, don't you step in my lane..
I will eat you for lunch then make a song for the dames...
I'll spray your girl in the face like I forgot how to aim...
I hate rappers that diss rap but ain't even potty trained...
 
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Ha Ha, But I'm Potty Trained/ Lyrically Droppin' Flames/ Never Find A Hotter Thang/ Even If You Sat In Hell/ Raps Is Well/ Never, Trapped In A Cell/ With My Wrist In Cuffs/ Cuz My Wrote Raps Like Coke Crack, Just Sniff It Up/ Metaphor For Listen Up/ The Scene, I'm Gon' Rip Up/ The Game, I'm Gon' Lift It Up/ You Lames, Ain't Sick Enough/ To Spit Wit Me/ Cuz I Spit Wit' Ease/ Flows Cool, But Hot Like A Hundred And Six Degree's/ I'm Like A (light) Wit' What I (write)/ I (shine) With What I (rhyme)/ And Beats Got Telechenesis They Touchin' My Mind/ And The Pressure To Succeed Got Me Crushin' My Ryhmes/ So Til' I Die, Know The Game Is Mines

- LAW -
 
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Today I feel like Mazzarelli...
I just got back from the deli...
And met a vegetarian broad
Who's fiendin meat in her belly...
I'm like hol' on baby doll...
You sure you wanna compromise?..
She said, she hate marginalization..
And she's sick of bein stigmatized...
Then she said she's into comics..
And follows Trek Enterprise..
But to my mental suprise..
She noted she ain't really into guys..
I'm like wait a minute trick..
Why would you give me the eye?..
She said sometimes she want cake..
She's grown tired of pie...
Just as sure as the world turns..
She's upside down on my bed...
I'm checking her temperature..
8 inches from her head...
I'm not too fluid in fluid dynamics..
But I know how to measure it..
She gives me enough pressure..
And I will elevate effortless...
She gave me enough static...
Now I'm EQing her velocity..
I was met with resistance..
But I shook the salinity off me...
 
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hey excuse me as i enter into the rhyme cypher late
been holdin it down on the mic like the Law since 88(Law88)
i flow Spitacular,my ET Science be hard to dismantle
i guess thats just being an real emcee peep this rhyme 4Example
see usaully i have ins-Omnia,and i sleep part of the time
wear my Jersey lite when its hot and the degrees is past 89
back to my ETscience ,lyrically cause brain abductions
write a phat jam late at night to get a rush from Pure Hype Production
so im up late i need snacks so im peepin the nachos and picante
it was fire i caught heart burn and changed my name to Jbonante
my hometown is in the 270 but i can also Rep da 509
im Starrchild but SG has the same initials as mine
since the days of my youth if always been a fast learner
transend to different mental levels like i was a Bud Bunner
acapella,snare,hats,claps,and kicks-- beats da basics
that get ya in the Synthetik Vibe,especially if the Bass-Sickz
i appreciate u guys for lettin me enter your cypher
remember we emcees we da ones that make hip hop nicer
 
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my hard styles more than half wild my bars vile
shyt, even when i was a kid i was a starchild
now im a grown man, still im in the limelight
we future producers just happens we rhyme tight
me and law88 fuk with 22 pussys thats 88 paws
88 whores we got it locked like we broke 88 laws
roar like dinosaurs, my verbal vernacula's spitacular
if im a bytch then im the type that would kiss dracula
im smacking ya! weither its hiphop at 4/4 or dancehall
dont ever test me, just check up on FP 4example
were rascals, leave you dizzy, us bredda duel tairants
the brawls voilent, i silence yall with extra terrestial science
you breddas all pirates trying to steal our pure hype production
mite aswell try climbing skyscrapers with no suction
weither the tracks acoustic or has a synthetik vibe
bunner is too sick, just listen to him bless the mic
yes im hype! and im taking it back to the bass sickz
amazing bass hits from bassists, and creative pages
from the us to the uk, its messy cos we spit puke
they should rename FP after SG cos this is a sick group

just some quick keystyle inspired by starchild
 
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Callin fake rappaz out or iz u a MC?

Game over....its lightgiver the supernova
bright like lightnin...but triple times frightnin
insane when Im fightin...lose grips when Im writin
nocturnal inferno...so dont go out at nite then
jus met these fellows hello im mello
Snap on dis raps will set it like jello
Hip hop...I luv it like homemade cookin
94 was the good times kinda like bookman
Tribe was the ****..Q-Tip would sing the hook when
Phife finished braggin bout how his girl was good lookin
Now its 07 run turned to a reverend
Rappaz kissin rappas niggas gay like Tevin
I still like Weezy but Baby don't please me
**** on BET is a joke like Joe Cleezy
****ed up Jigga broke up wit Damon Dash
Cant believe Jada did a song wit that trailer trash
Bead wearin ***** probably was too ashamed to ask

KIM (Keep it Movin)
 
i blame the cats that aim for rap to be heard by everyone
spit raps and everyone has something to do with a heavy gun
my medleys stun, guys quiver cos of my writes, im a nice spitter
but for now you can get 'torch'ed by the 'lightgiver'

just thought id carry on from your last rhyme, got bored tho...

im jim reaper btw...
 
what up reap ho u been kicko

Yeah Talibs tales r timeless 50 wails r empty
arms like Popeye n hope his record sales r wimpy
some might say im a mad rappa
tired of hip hop bein ****ed by the fad factor
could put up wit him if he wasnt such a bad actor
aint about money cuz im happy drivin dads tractor
its principle...n principle mean me n bud's invincible
twinkle toes...we convincin you wit one next to ya temple too
**** he do is sumptin that a chimp'll do...simple too
50 listen here...tha government n industry is pimpin u
 
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alrite man, chilling, smoking, ****ing, writing, producing

hope your cool

lets not fraff up the cypher tho

pz
 
HAPPY TO SEE THINGS BEN' GOIN' WELL WITH THE CYPHER/ TRUE MC's WIT FLOWS DESIGNED TO BE RIPPIN' THE BITERS/ WHILE, KILLIN' THESE CYPHERS ARE REVIVEN HIP-HOP/ AND LOSENIN' THE CHAINS OF SOUNDIN' THE SAME LIKE PICKED LOCKS/ TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK TIMES A WASTIN'/ SEE, RHYMES AND PATIENTS/ DON'T MIX WELL/ GOTTA LIVE FOR THE RIGHT NOW AND PRAY IT TURNS OUT WELL/ AND IF IT DON'T TURN OUT WELL, THEN OH WELL/ CUZ HE CAN ONLY RISE IF AT FIRST HE FELL/ SO MY VERSES/ AND THE OPPONENTS VERSUS/ THE CURSES/ OF THIS WORLD WE CURSED WITH/ THE LIFE, THE DEATH/ THE RIGHT, THE LEFT/ THE DARK, THE LIGHT/ THE BARK, THE BITE/ THE RIGHT, THE WRONG/ IS WHY I RIGHT MY SONGS/ A LIL' INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC TO HELP YOU KEEP MOVIN' ON

- LAW -

__________________________________________________________

STOP TRYNA DISTURB THE PEACE LIKE SHAWNA/ AND TRY TO KEEP THE PEACE LIKE NIVRANA. - LAW -
 
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my verse where i mention all the names is gunna be used for a audio.
 
Back into the scene, step I
The lyrical fiend, Trying to stay livin the dream
But **** ain't what it seems

Grap a hold of the mic and wonder where it got me
Haters spouted their talk but that couldn't stop me
Still on the mic spittin' these verbal anomalies
Cats still believin' fake rhymes over ones with quality

****, it's like this mic got did like a slut
Now we in the cut, stings deep I can't get up
I'm laughing, not on my way to the bank
but when my pens to the paper fueling on my think tank

I know what I'm doing, can't say the same to you
Go listen to the classics then you'll have an idea of what I do
When I was little listening nas, big and pac was my crew
You cant relate to my problems cause I never seen you in my shoes

Reeboks and nike, new rhymes would excite me
Now times have changed , and It just ain't makin' sense to me
Look at reality, the tv, and then tell me what you see
Choatic worlds crashing and we in the middle breathing heavily

I don't wanna panic, so I sit and back grasp the pen
Scribble down on a whole page, wasn't enough, so did ten
It puts it into perspective, what's my true directive
To spit these dope rhymes and hope yall get infected

Didn't post for a while on this thread, so I thought I'd type a little something.
 
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^^ Nice SG.

Ya boi gota a swagger in his step,
With tha
Uncanny ability ta never forget,
He got that
ill persona ta never live wid regrets,
Place is the smart bet,
Got his goals in check,
Gota sparkly in his eye's,
Youth trough him ta aim high,
Comes across breezy,his enemies wil recline,
Relax, they will decline,
Ima leader, fake MC toe the line,
Hustla frame, criminal state of mind,
Keep the jewellery my banks gona shine,
wack rappers iwith they wack rhymes,
Talk like they move units,
I stand for hip-hops movement,
I ant a rapper I can prove it,
Im to busy making real music.
 
Ode to the art form

As I brush my hair n put Murrays in my waves
Thank God for Keith Murrays better days
Colgate make sure I got cool teeth
No canibus if it wasnt no Kool Kieth
Put a warm iron on favorite gray polo
Do need to spell it out remember K Solo
Jeru Group Home in my tape deck
Sorry OC that u couldnt get paycheck
No props but Foxx was a nice dude
Ice T was making movies way before Ice Cube
What happened to L Boog know Jean Grae
She rate top 5 regardless what the scene say
Used to love Artifacts n Buckshot
**** Opio used to spit nothin but hot
Check ya files a many flash n tha pan
of emcees who couldnt last but had many fans
Ode 2 all the cats who had an impact on
rappaz of 2day n tommorrow yall aint forgot
yall kept it real ...even tho the industry
did not return the favor by promotin your ****
to the masses...its still luv here
1


I burn brain cells turn dna to rearranged names from hell
so ya family tree might look like a deranged plan to fail
mid wife reach inside n say **** it hes damned as well
contaminate the egg of yur existence then ban the shells
so no proof that u was here can expand in tales
Im crazy like weirdos who land in jails
Drown a friendly in the wisconsin dells you frail
I mix good n evil then heave u right on to the rails
Drink blood from pales sleep on rugs with nails
Drug a witness who tells...n read his mail at bail
see who can spit some outlandish ****
 
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Thanks Synthetik. Let me lay something grimey down now.

I'll tear into your throat and rip out your vocal chords
Cut you up with knives of all sorts and witness blood galore
Then when your screaming ceases and you begin twitchin' on the floor
I'll chop you in pieces then mail it to your family members' front door

This is no joke, don't provoke the likes of lethal
I don't hang wit simple folk, I deal with some shady people
That'll leave you missing, leave the bravest pissing in their pants
You wanna dance? I'm new generation gunslinger, the ammo's advanced

You had no chance so don't be dissapointed in your performance
"Yo lethal that line was BIG" **** that, my rhymes be enormous
The lyrical tyrannosaurus coming with primal instincts intact
It ain't all strictly business, infact I'm taking it very personally wit this fag

So I load the bullets, and can't wait to pull the trigger
If he's a no show, go figure, he's sparring with the illest mister
Mister Mac Eleven To your back tear your spine to shreads
Hell or Heaven don't matter to me, bottom line is the fool's dead
 
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speaking of grimey...Old track called 'War Bringer'

Hook:

im the war bringer the bringer of war
and my flows duttier than the most minging of whores
swinging a sword and im raw on beats
and im winning the war cos im the lord of beef
im the war bringer the bringer of war
and my flows duttier than the most minging of whores
swinging a sword and im raw on beats
and im winning the war cos im the lord of beef

Verse 1:

i got swords to eat your flesh like parasites
and evil enough to think that death is paradise
arrows fly towards your face with force and pace
i dont walk with saints i walk in morgues and graves
so be warned that jay'll leave a corpse and slay
hoardes of gays till there mates forced to pray
what i talk is great i was taught the ninjitsu
and torture with ginsus to slaughter your daughters minge tissues
jims got more issues than magazine subscribers
tough rhymers that cut you weeds like bud grinders
thug minders, lethal bodyguards so guard your body
especially if think your deadly but bars are shoddy
i wont blast a shotty but still graves are dug
once my blade is scrubed and ive bathed in blood
theres no way there love just hate in great porportions
after she got raped i gave mother nature abortions

Hook:

im the war bringer the bringer of war
and my flows duttier than the most minging of whores
swinging a sword and im raw on beats
and im winning the war cos im the lord of beef
im the war bringer the bringer of war
and my flows duttier than the most minging of whores
swinging a sword and im raw on beats
and im winning the war cos im the lord of beef

Verse 2:

im a lethal thug eviler than beezlebub
i drink eagles blood mixed with beetles guts
an evil fuk that let needles cut people butts
then kick the shyt out of them like steve segal does
theres no sequel bruv get cut into a desired shape and graven
im an amazing maven that stick blades in cravens
a possessed raven protecting satan in deaths haven
revealing 3 sixes when my heads shaven
the next damian iller than gays when aids raping em
im the hellboy with the intelligence of abe saipan
jays an alien thats out of this world on beats and
ill ignore the works of god like hell or heathens
im a demon from eden that met god an wanked in wine
sent to spread semen create monsters like doctor frankenstien
its god like language time, time to damage spines
vanish life to the pits of hell and banish guys

Hook:

im the war bringer the bringer of war
and my flows duttier than the most minging of whores
swinging a sword and im raw on beats
and im winning the war cos im the lord of beef
im the war bringer the bringer of war
and my flows duttier than the most minging of whores
swinging a sword and im raw on beats
and im winning the war cos im the lord of beef

Verse 3:

im deep with lines and if i wanna beef a rhymer
or eat his spine ill grab my mic and a beat from liner
my speech is nicer but really i feel kids with fear
diss a queer my hits severe spit and your disappear
listen or a rip your ear with swords and sais
were children of the corn like isacc and morderkai
slaughter guys and torture lifes raw with lines
sworn to rhyme and make sure your born to die
ill scorch your mind with thoughts that torch
ill make sure i escort you to the morgue a corpse
take swords to dorks the nightmare that fight bears
and feedback dont give me crap cos my mics scared
im quite rare and im persistantly rhyming raw
more of a legend than the existance of minotaurs
roar like dinosaurs got it locked like we in a cell
but im free from a jail and mutha****a ill see you in hell

Hook:

im the war bringer the bringer of war
and my flows duttier than the most minging of whores
swinging a sword and im raw on beats
and im winning the war cos im the lord of beef
im the war bringer the bringer of war
and my flows duttier than the most minging of whores
swinging a sword and im raw on beats
and im winning the war cos im the lord of beef

Outro:

your brittle weak guys and i cripples beasts giants
grip missiles speak voilent like middle east tairants
i scribble deep science when i spit all beefs silenced
and my crew hold more legends than little greek islands
ill like a virus us pirates cause accidents purposely
nurses and surgeons nervously search through the burgundy
im ready certainly a medly mercenrie thats deadly verbally
ill go back in time just to force feed freddie mercury
 
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Real Ish

I'm Just a native of this cold land,
Carving a path, with my own hands,
Determined like a stubborn old man//

Driven by desire,
Walk a chosen path, trail blazed in fire,
The 23 of ryders,
Long term goals on track,"I never slide bra"//

In tuned with the street
Wear bear feet, ta get a true feel of the concrete,
The pulse and the beat,
A true architect of heat, I spit but don't leak//

The pure heart of a baby,
Reassures me were not born crazy,
Inquisitive, knowledge stimulates the brain gee,
The sad truth is hip-hops not the same bee//

Cats traded in skills, in the hope of gettin mill's,
I cant lie, "get paid or die", go for the best deal,
But saying the same thing, "is so far from being real",
enthusiast have lost the feel//

Hip-Hop's gone from in the streets
To industry,
Natural progression I guess well see,
The art lies dormant within true Emcee's//
 
you cant win if you quit
and if you quit you cant win
claim you gettin money i been had that to spend
you rock shows well at mines fans really attend
crazy messin wit me you might lose a limb
i get you robbed down to your shoes was those tims
flow so mean niggas nick name me TheGrim
i got ties wit god talkin bout me a sin
now who you know make beats like ye and spit bars tetris
flow so metric just say im the best kid
cause i did what i did not because i did what you did
cause if wanted to be me as long you wanted to be me id hate me too kid
 
A tatse of more sickness

Put ya dick beatas down u aint having ours
lightgiva'll slice liva's n still beat a stabbin charge
Snap ya 3rd n 4th vertabrae now thats a back massage
Dismember tha rest n put it in tha back garage
Stick ya wit a rusty rod for sayin that im actin odd
Im bipolar paw leave ya wit a swolen jaw
then shake ya hand n say "how bout we go bowling yall"
Counter yes I guess wit no and nah u is so in awe
wit tha off beat unbalanced mental state im showin yall

 
keystyle time...

Im mentally retarded but mentally the smartest
instrumentally the hardest your meant to be departed
that vent in me has started to open, then release
ive wrote with pens and broken men with eaze
when ive spoken on the beats, punches crushed bones
crushed domes, of many men it wasnt justjones
trust foes'll rush home, you emcees are weightless
like your participating in a space test, i break necks
with great text, you dicks are shyt like gay sex
and thats what making jay vexed, i stay fresh
i hate feds, and its abundunt ill be locked in dungeons
but drop them truncheons cos im big time like that clock in london
ill stop your functions your a failure too im the mayor dude
and you prolly order seamen to the rear like sailors do
 
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