.:: Freakin Flows ::. [CYPHER]

[Sir Brilliance]

1_WeiRD_PErsON

Zion Lion

cause no matter how bad i felt i will never forget her

well well you say that You'll never forget her?
man get over it you dont want to be stuck on her
i understand that you may have been feelin her
but you a G and you dont want to be sweatin ova her
think of it as a formula, or a cure thats made for you
you take and stick one finger up but you start to see two
then when you lay down you think if this girl is really for you
then you look down and see yo cat lookin high too
dont be a fool, stay kool and live yo life like a playa
and if you dont like that title then go on as a bachelor
and if thats to nice then go on and be that booty gettin slaya
its Kamikaze IM OUT and i might be considered the ghetto savior

[Sir Brilliance]

Chaos_Gear

So when the police come and look for you, there it'nt a trace.

its not a disgrace, when i put my steel toe boot to yo face
and then i get the squad to put yo whole crew threw a crate
and the first bum who go around actin all fake
we infotratin as we come in and take ova yo place
and dont get upset when you get put out
and if you try to resist its gonna be like punchout
or gonna be like fight night when you see the lights out
all you gotta know is that you got knocked the hell out

[Da Realest]

Kamikaze313rd

all you gotta know is that you got knocked the hell out

Whats with the rap violence, someone's a sell out/
Should I yell out or spell out the true route of the gangsta/
No wanksta, no pranksta, maybe a slangster/
Mind set on one thing which might be many/
1,2,3, maybe infinity/
I'm a gangsta that is trapped in the sucide gangsta world/
There jagged and rough so I keep the soul strength of a pearl/
Unchanging gangbanging yet feeling sorrow for the stronger/
Longer spending time but no longer mind/
No sign of a hope no sign of hope/
A sign of a gangsta who's out on his last rope/
He's already dead/

That sucked.

[lyricalonslaught]

He's already dead
yo, his words have bled
softly in the ground does he
bleed profusely, excuse me
i found him lying in the square
so cold, lonely, and so not there
he feels as if his world just crashed around him
he looks sadder, even just after i found him
honest to god, matthew, luke, and john
his lyrics are dying, the light is not on
can you help him, cast a spell him
derail him from the force that takes his life
hoping the powers will be the knife
if he wants to, he might kill you
taking your very essence away,
that's not cool too
i wish his lyrics get a miracle
the game needs him, he's the onslaught lyrical.

sorry that was so weak, i've had a rough day crying

[Da Realest]

lyricalonslaught

the game needs him, he's the onslaught lyrical.

Not nearly as smart and not nearly as spiritual/
Replay the afterimage in my mind but without the nerves/
Programmed to fully release at a certain time/
Write rhymes that rhyme with the pattern of lyrical tangents and cosines/
Excused for being abscent when thinking was needed/
I succeded in getting fired, grillin burgers, who needs it/
Nerves missing from my head yet I continue to think/
My friend died in front of me, I didn't even blink/
Mind had unresolved conflicts not knowing what was happening/
Not knowing what was happening whats happening/
I burst of bioelectricity ran through my head/
I then had nerves to feel/
I realized what was happening/

[lyricalonslaught]

I realized what was happening
i was becoming so cold
my lyrics were so new
they were becoming old
my attorney was the devil
hello, it was a no go
my soul was sold, so i gotta blow
outta jail, otherwise known: eternal hell
this place wasn't really making my heart swell
in fact quite the opposite, it was making me sick
hell is not the place for one of those weekend visits
sometimes you just gotta blaze out the scene
be green like minty listerine
the bubbles swirl around like jesus juice
which i heard is only water, wine for a boost
sick flows i heard, coming from real nerds
where's the world coming to, going straight to the birds?
awesome words that i borrowed, lyrics is harrowed
busting up fake flows with my brows still furrowed
condescending little wannabees,
f****** with me
i'll have to teach em a lesson, maybe two or three
about the consequences of messin with a lyrical g.
like george washington, i don't need to tell lies
cause all i need is a pen, piece of paper, a try.

i think i'm getting better, anyone think so? smile

[One Man Cypher]

lyricalonslaught

cause i need is a pen and a try.

cause i need is a pen and a try
you got all the time in the world cause hip-hop will never die
dont let the world get you down you can be whatever you wanna be
cause all the people who despise you are just wannabes
you can get all the tries you need as long as you dont give up
dont listen to other people cause all they do is gossip
keep your head up cause the pain will ease away
cause after every storm theres a sunny day
so im gonna sit in my chair and think about the good times
cause with im gonna let the world hear all of my good rhymes

[Da Realest]

lyricalonslaught

cause all i need is a pen, piece of paper, a try.

Write about myself, this world is a lie/
Brainwashed of the truth so I spit in the booth/
Is this really a reality or a reality of the mind/
Mankind is only limited to the thoughs of man/
With one hand a man can seal his faith for eternity/
His journey already decided once he has blinked/
Man is linked to the almighty universe of wisdom/
Searching for experience, running from the truth/
Man fears what he don't understand/
A land of injustice with people the no bigger than grains of sand/
One flip of the wrist and we're tossed about, puppets/
Props, test subjects, an being of one purpose/
This is our world, the matrix of the matrix/

You getting pretty good lyricalonslaught. I still see some areas you should work on.

[the prime suspect]

lets try this again.......uh...uh....
i can do it like Em, like 8-mile and s**t
like game f***in said "im ridin my own d***"
syke....i dont f*** slut hoes or p***y poppin wit dykes
i'll pull out her herpies riddin c**t and slather it over the mic
and when you spit next you'll have no condom
unsafe mouth sex, im suspect to the primal instinct
******** wit me ill smash you to the ground like mits-meat

lets switch this up again

i handle gats lyrically in this b***h cause im gansta
this suspect is first comes to murdering wangstas
i started bangin first when my unc got shot
6 times in the chest got abused wit a glock
when niggaz shoot at me, i pump back and i click clack em
this silly rabbits ticked cause he jacks tricks and he cant have none

damn, still not hard enough ill come later wit somethin hella tight

[Da Realest]

1_WeiRD_PErsON

cause with im gonna let the world hear all of my good rhymes

Even when it gets bad and brutal at times/
I remain to shine through it all keeping a straight spine/
Never looking back for the past is the future already written/
Adding fuel to the fire for this future i'm knitting/
And sitting but time waits for no one and on one waits for time/
So I spit rhymes that are pointless when it comes to time/
It is written that I have written about whats written and written/
Many things can't be proven, what is time really/
A glimpse of reality something lost in a simple definition/
And what is time if man doesn't understand man/
Define man so I crucify you for a worldy thinking/
Throw away the dictionaries because there are no meanings/
Just sitback experience, grow, and enjoy this picture/

[lyricalonslaught]

this silly rabbits ticked cause he jacks tricks and he cant have none
i'm the purveyor of ya fate and i'm not appeased, son
You know I've already got this scrappin won
So please, remember these, and just blaze out, son
Da realest, preciate the lyrical props
just like i got from .ja.z.z., this where it stops
freight trains and eight names will scare you, hon
take a minute to get ya breath back, one
cause ya still scared of my true potential
hardest of the hard, tell em c-bizzle sent ya
almost the best rapper alive, freestyle blowing
running to the finish line like the Jesse Owens
Jackie Kersee, she shows no mercy
Like Homer Simpson retaliating on George Bush, see
I'm talking senior, junior is a b****,
his weapons of mass destruction making my middle finger itch
he sees his target, oil in iraq
saddam is in jail, bin Laden betta get back
save ya flows for the woman hataz code
intelligence tells me, ur a big 'mo
i got no beef, i base on real life
just hope ya tales don't end in strife
wondering about ya, don't wanna mirk ya
but ya interfering with my birth, suh
immortality i don't need, yes indeed
spitting lyrics at heretics is how i feed.

The last line might be a little weak, sorry.

[the prime suspect]

"Define man so I crucify you for a worldy thinking"
my rymes just amazed you, just keep sitin there blinking
just starin and askin...
(how does he keep his rymes)
blarin and clashin
(wit other peoples rymes)
pull back and ill smash you
(wit these lyrical gats)
like a sword i will slash you
(i can agree wit that)

what, you dont likeme?
then come here and fight me
ill click clack in yo back
and leave blood on my nikes
then ill walk right in the dirt next
cause im the prime suspect
i'll leave evidence behind and
f*** wit these cop's necks
im westly like blade
you niggaz cant faze me
i daydream about killin niggaz like shady
his style is roothless....
i'll leave you a** toothless
you bit off more you can chew
b***h dont do this
you're diggin you own grave
you should'nt face me
you should be "runnin" like game featuring just blaze
im still a g
biggrin finally did it that stit was hard

[lyricalonslaught]

the prime suspect

"Define man so I crucify you for a worldy thinking"
my rymes just amazed you, just keep sitin there blinking
just starin and askin...
(how does he keep his rymes)
blarin and clashin
(wit other peoples rymes)
pull back and ill smash you
(wit these lyrical gats)
like a sword i will slash you
(i can agree wit that)

what, you dont likeme?
then come here and fight me
ill click clack in yo back
and leave blood on my nikes
then ill walk right in the dirt next
cause im the prime suspect
i'll leave evidence behind and
f*** wit these cop's necks
im westly like blade
you niggaz cant faze me
i daydream about killin niggaz like shady
his style is roothless....
i'll leave you a** toothless
you bit off more you can chew
b***h dont do this
you're diggin you own grave
you should'nt face me
you should be "runnin" like game featuring just blaze
im still a g
biggrin finally did it that stit was hard

yo, that was sick man.

[the prime suspect]

lyricalonslaught

the prime suspect

"Define man so I crucify you for a worldy thinking"
my rymes just amazed you, just keep sitin there blinking
just starin and askin...
(how does he keep his rymes)
blarin and clashin
(wit other peoples rymes)
pull back and ill smash you
(wit these lyrical gats)
like a sword i will slash you
(i can agree wit that)

what, you dont likeme?
then come here and fight me
ill click clack in yo back
and leave blood on my nikes
then ill walk right in the dirt next
cause im the prime suspect
i'll leave evidence behind and
f*** wit these cop's necks
im westly like blade
you niggaz cant faze me
i daydream about killin niggaz like shady
his style is roothless....
i'll leave you a** toothless
you bit off more you can chew
b***h dont do this
you're diggin you own grave
you should'nt face me
you should be "runnin" like game featuring just blaze
im still a g
biggrin finally did it that stit was hard

yo, that was sick man.

thanks i finally got my flow bck

[Remains]

"I'm still a g" as long as I'm still me
MC to the power of three
In your vicinity
The rap enemy in a black T
Rising from the debris
It's the end of the MTV
R A P
I poison the industry
So they call me DDT
And you should be hap-ee (happy)
To ag-ree
I bring it nasty
Don't put it past me
To dump you in the desert
Strapped to a rack
See?
Iraq heat
With napalm
A thousand degrees
Swipe your sunblock n leave
I laugh at tragedy
But only if I'm not involved
And theres no problem
Violence couldn't solve
So much gravity
I can stop the word revolve
I got a rock hard resolve
Dump you in acid
And watch you dissolve
So I brung the jam
Son of the Son of Sam
Cause of all spam
Hungry like the Islam
During Ramadan
I'm a hamma man,
battering ram and spanna man,
Rock the bandana
Then drop the Grand Slam