.:: Freakin Flows ::. [CYPHER]

[[SQ]]

Yo lets do this right here

Yeah Kanye as a rapper was conscious
Of his being, he wasn't one to end up unconscious
Of acting by his own rules
He wasn't shot down by over paid dues
He produced hit singles
With the fastest rapper, Twista, on the charts it stilled lingers
You walk around this thread talking the talk
Your mic held to your lips like you got skill
But prewritten lines memorized dont cut out
Neither does lip sync, now thats what I'm talking about
Your a filler for the rap artists
Throwing in your verbal cussing, now whats with this?
I'm gonna throw down the mic now
Give you five minutes to get your thoughts together before you foul

[Arousa]

[Thunder Foot]

To FMX & [SQ]

This is not a battle thread. Read the rules. Its a Cypher! Please take your battle elsewhere. This thread is for flows only, without the use of cuss words (as hard as it may be for some). If you aren't going to respect the rules, please don't bother posting.

[Ayfere]

Terrorism is the new nuclear bomb...
You discriminate 'cuz there boys are named Jose not Tom...
Dont care if you piss off a Don...
Elevate, My brain waves are high as the winter is long...
You cant contest in this world anymore...
Embarased by how you look, like your pants tore...

((Im half watching family guy...have doing this...lol i know its crap...imma not even read it))

[Thunder Foot]

hey yo,

with pants tore... no choice but to ignore/
the fact we're desensitized to all the blood and gore/
showing decapitation on T.V., as they begin to glor-/
ify... evil, hate, death, and homicide/
Morals and values in the youth are starting to collide/
with the crap being preached through the idiot box/
"Live today, a murder victim leaves America in shock"/
I think not... even babies see it as the regular/
"The criminal escapes, in a high speed chase thats vehicular"/
kids sit back and watch, the criminal die in a way particular/
"Sliced at the jugular/
Then kids talk about in the school room/
Another day, another time... as the violence consumes/
the brain waves, re-inacting the scenes of Columbine/
killing others, survival of the kids is on a decline/
So I take this mic, and make balance with my positive shine/
with punchlines and rhymes that sink in over time/

((just saw some information on the news about a kids wearing bulletproof vests to school, and thinking guns and whatnot are cool. I just thought I would post a rhyme about it.))

[[SQ]]

Lets do this...

The war in Iraq got our country in dispair
Of its fear, we wash away with the rising of our flag in the air
Bush's claims of weapons of destruction was all lies
To finish off what his father started and its ties
The connections we are unaware of
Between terrorists and our president is unsaid of
Was it really all the hate between two peoples
That this war started with "Road to Freedom," as it's labels
On newspaper stands, they proclaim Bush as a hero
But in truth he hid in the oval office in fear though
We lost so many soldiers lives, including a mans head
While Bush recieved some from the misses in bed.
His daughters dont have to worry about him coming home
Its quite the opposite, arriving home late, wondering where they came from
But with the secret service guarding their backs
The Bush family can kick it and relaxe
Us boys got nothing but each other, our new found family
Watching as each light disappears from their eyes calmly
Is this what Bush want for his country? Human clones?
Without feelings? We feel the war to our very bones.

(This sucked so badly that I think I'm gonna start spending weeks before posting it.)

[Thunder Foot]

with very bones, I shake like Mr. Bone Jangles/
I take raps in context with verbs I fandangle/
then proceed to tangle/
rhythmics flows in abstract form/
with the power of Bone Jangles combined with Skeletor/
steal Greyskull like I was the clepto Winona Ryder/
then win an Oscar for it, impossible tasks like McGuyver/
Skull of flames, like Ghost Rider/
redemption through death of liars/
job's not done until O.J. Simpson's dead/
for killin Nicole by someone for hire/
your time is expired/

((a little late night something. I could have kept it going... but for the sake of good lyrics, I decided not.))

[Zealous Reign]

its intresting to watch those that chase after a dream
like the coyote in the cave concocking things
later on show up with some kinda rocket thing
strap to his back, fuse lit ready for the blastoffing
only to get blown up for the matter of things
a miscalution just threw off the swing of things
its back to the drawing board, to start all over it seems
still holding on to that gleam in his eye all bright shining
cause one day he hopes to suceed with these
plans made up on a whim or flings
to capture the goal of his everyday suffering
( to many roadrunner cartoons sweatdrop sorries for badspelling too )

[Thunder Foot]

here's a *bump to make you jump/
like milk drunken with fermented lumps/
five weeks old, I unfold/
cottage cheese when I take a dump/

(I just thought I'd kick some sillyness.)

[Zealous Reign]

uughh mah stomach hurts, i think i'm goin toss'em
eyes crossed over like a swift move from Ivo
i know, these rhymes are as simple as tae bo
kick punch chop! it alls in the mind yo
like a puppy dog rapper, i know i can believe
all bouncin in mah chair yellin "i know i can succeed!"
like that other character with the guiter pluckin the strings
yo! i bettcha didn't know that reign could web sling!
hitting building and everything, jumping around subjects
like she was on a trampoline, was thinking about balding mahself like mista clean! is someone tiltin my world? cause i believe i'm on lean
everything shifted to an angle it seems, oh geeze i just realized i'm fallin!
(boredom makes you think of stupid rhymes xd )

[cepheus375]

yo/
anybody wanna go to the battle thread?/
im fustrated and ready to see you covered in red/
it'll be done by me of course/
dont be scared i wont kill/
maybe trip you and watch your blood spill/
but its all good becasue i can spit/
unlike who has the taste of dic* in the mouth/
please no pervs at this site/
its making really mad becasue you guys think can cyph/
but you cant/
no matter how many times i say it you still wont get it/
fine with me im gana wait till you regret it/
im ganna be there when you lose so bad/
laughig at you while drinking a-jax/
call me what you want its all true/
im ganna leave now casue all ya'll nothing but true gosh dang fakes/
quit playing this game/
just addmit you cant spit/
it'll make both of us happy and be alot eaier/ becasue eventually you'd run out of rymes since you never could spit you annoying peice of sh*t

[cepheus375]

anybody ganna step up or not?

[Zealous Reign]

cepheus375

umm copy of all that crap he wrote

dude read the rules or something geeze stare

[X8]

cepheus375

becasue eventually you'd run out of rymes since you never could spit you annoying peice of sh*t

Righto...

"Round and Round", I seem flow Jonell style
In and out,
while I've gotta attempt to compliment
Misses Excrement...
Over where? There, I'm pretty sure
Spouting out sentences of self relevance...
Woops, no offense
to the creator of the glorious thread that I seem to constantly forget... About, no doubt,
Mr. Fist, massive props...
No, wait, I meant Foot
A thousand pardons about that
...Hopefully, you fret not
Stage clarify, for the next text to accordingly glomp

Mediocre as usual, and I was listening to an instrumental during the process of typing that so the presentation is pretty wacked out, because of it. Oh, and if you didn't notice, it's O.ptional G.ANTZ with a much better name.

[Ayfere]

Carried around with the wind are my thoughts...
The molaclues gently seperate the truths' from the Nots...
I quietly remember why i dont bother with a Glock...
Blown out blood clots, brain rots in the stomach of a fox...
Its just life, the cycle, the 4th grade flow chart...
Throw darts, then die from the dye in the Pop Tarts...
You eat every day, i told you Trix was the way...
Stupid boy, Your not a rabbit, there are limitations...
No matter how many rituals you perform, you dont possess satan...


Off the top flow... Humph