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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:54 pm
Yes, the old age cyphering. A wonderful tool to help emcees of all skill levels to hone their skill and become a a better emcee. The rules are simple. When someone drops a verse of any topic, the next emcee has to start their verse with the last line the other emcee used. Emcee One Yo, I'm sitting in this room, starting to panic... I'm the next block buster, but my TV is dying, better call a mechanic. Emcee Two Mechanic? I'm gonna twist you up like a devilsh manik. And so on. You can give or take a couple of words, but make sure it's from the last line. If you chat or break the chain your post will be deleted. So please keep the cyphering. If no one drops in a day, I will start the cypher. 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 7:30 am
He was from the beggining a frightened kid, he was never a god but he became an angry steed. Full of anger and pain, he screams for revenge, his lost pride and innocence to avenge. His mind like a boiler keeping inside his fears, his enemies never ever saw one of his tears. He tried to be strong so he can last, he tried to forget the painfull past, but he failed and these things teared him apart, now the boiler explodes and pierces his heart.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:44 pm
SirJanos He was from the beggining a frightened kid, he was never a god but he became an angry steed. Full of anger and pain, he screams for revenge, his lost pride and innocence to avenge. His mind like a boiler keeping inside his fears, his enemies never ever saw one of his tears. He tried to be strong so he can last, he tried to forget the painfull past, but he failed and these things teared him apart, now the boiler explodes and pierces his heart. Heart, heart, heart, Somethin' you don't need to have at all, Somethin' you give only when you receive a call for a favor of which you'd savor the only opportunity you got to use that heart solid - then shred the gesture like paper, Beat around the bush..why? Just plainly state regardless of pun intended, The rules have already been broken - laws bendin' and sendin' messages that: no longer will justice be able to defend or render these offenders against the abbrasion of an honest fencer, Let it go - holdin' on'll make you weary, Lose heart and sympathy to keep focus on a goal clearly..
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 4:28 pm
Makairo Heart, heart, heart, Somethin' you don't need to have at all, Somethin' you give only when you receive a call for a favor of which you'd savor the only opportunity you got to use that heart solid - then shred the gesture like paper, Beat around the bush..why? Just plainly state regardless of pun intended, The rules have already been broken - laws bendin' and sendin' messages that: no longer will justice be able to defend or render these offenders against the abbrasion of an honest fencer, Let it go - holdin' on'll make you weary, Lose heart and sympathy to keep focus on a goal clearly.. Clearly..clearly...clearly Spiritually focused No hocus pocus Slicing suckas down the middle like mitosis Ya eyes must be corroded, cause you seeing a fogged up glaze Being I'm lyrically rolling on ya like water bogged trail-blaze Males spray, mic turns off cause When ya go accapella it sounds like a dumb dike jerking off...
((Haha, 3 bars of s**t))
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Count Duckula 3rd Edition
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 4:29 pm
When ya go accapella it sounds like a dumb dike jerking off... This fella just working off his pike with one fast strike Never cumming last, I burst first and finish in a flash Bust curse words untill I diminish, like s**t and turd Fit in a c**t, some thing you barely heard or seen Pull no stunt, connencting rythmes like a needle to a fiend Ressurecting lines to ignite a gleam of kind out of spite
Another 3 1/2, just contributing.
crying gonk
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 6:40 pm
Count Duckula 3rd Edition When ya go accapella it sounds like a dumb dike jerking off... This fella just working off his pike with one fast strike Never cumming last, I burst first and finish in a flash Bust curse words untill I diminish, like s**t and turd Fit in a c**t, some thing you barely heard or seen Pull no stunt, connencting rythmes like a needle to a fiend Ressurecting lines to ignite a gleam of kind out of spite Another 3 1/2, just contributing. crying gonk ignite a gleam of kind out of spite
Shine so bright, it's in contest with the expression of day and night- Sprayin' and interchangin' the way I play because ya need tactics to fight- I always start smackin' ya like a tush end of a Harley Davidson motorbike- Flowin' on the mic fluent like the fluid spittin' outta a tailpipe- s**t quick oil change cause this homie gone bad like c** stained Sean John's- But my lil problem's gone because I just swallowed him in one- Gulp cause I just burped him out like p***y juice at a Saturday night prom-
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 8:37 pm
Twisted+Thought ignite a gleam of kind out of spite
Shine so bright, it's in contest with the expression of day and night- Sprayin' and interchangin' the way I play because ya need tactics to fight- I always start smackin' ya like a tush end of a Harley Davidson motorbike- Flowin' on the mic fluent like the fluid spittin' outta a tailpipe- s**t quick oil change cause this homie gone bad like c** stained Sean John's- But my lil problem's gone because I just swallowed him in one- Gulp cause I just burped him out like p***y juice at a Saturday night prom-
Gulp cause I just burped him out like p***y juice at a Saturday night promand spit in his face from my ding dong d**k so long if i was a doughnut id be a long john spit those rhymes so sweet make a maniac stay calm till i spit it quick and explode like a bomb kamikaze like i was the taliban headwrapped in a turban hitting pedesterians when im swirvin aiming my glock when im hangin out the window ready to ******** any blonde double D bimbo
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 1:18 pm
Run a ***** right off the curb At the sight of my words. Might I offer a verb? Take a hint and find a clue to steal your Daphne away Don't like dissin some of these niggas cause half of em gay Politically correct I stray away from gay bashing I don't touch them queers the k will spray what they passing Or rather when they are oops I'm using gunplay I don't feel like borrowing from my homies I'm lazy Half rhyme sometimes I'm half assed So when niggas bring the beef I can't turn the other cheek So I compete internationally yea I break balls Crushing World Cups and I ain't talking bout no soccer dog
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 1:48 pm
I turn strong niggas into frogs, Drop niggas like a constipated man drops logs, My flows so mystifying it's like a misty fog leavin' you other dudes blindin' and creepin' through the smog, Rap ain't easy it's somethin' for the major niggas, Do it the wrong way and all I got for you is hatred *****, Read closely to what I've simply stated *****, Either that or end up as a faded *****..
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 8:30 am
faded *****......... ya faded ***** capt off and blow trigga I've given jobs to hundreds of grave diggers think you can step up?Be a ******** man? this butcher knife in hand slice you thin like deli ham yo I point gats steady like the fingers of Uncle Sam heat give rapping opponents the farmers tan
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 2:08 pm
farmers tan? ******** it U got a real black G startin ruckus! I got a b***h to die for Might think im lyin but nothin to lie for She so fly make ya eyes sor Give her the new flava in ha ear She replyin sexy comments i clean my ears so i can hear Crips down the block she was startled but i was there nothin to fear We had good times and bad times always wiped away ha tear Found out she was a playa,cheatin, now everything is clear xp
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 2:24 pm
My words shave lamb *****'s like sheers, Skin 'em and leave 'em hairless and leakin' tears, Shakin' in they boots 'cuz I represent their fears, A ***** who can spit s**t and keep it real, After gettin' ripped open how does it feel? Knowin' you've been embarassed and helped increase my appeal, No way losses can get you a ********' deal, Take that rap s**t home and lock it away - keep it sealed..
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 9:33 am
Take that rap s**t home and lock it away - keep it sealed No way that you can TILL any rhymes out of this FIELD Club bangers and big swangers are not the future Basically the past, moving on is what we ask 84 you know are 22 years behind Ya'll got our people saying hip hop is near decline But what I'm saying reverse the curse The Red Sox could do it how could this be worse..
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 12:41 am
Capricious Tyrant Take that rap s**t home and lock it away - keep it sealedNo way that you can TILL any rhymes out of this FIELD Club bangers and big swangers are not the future Basically the past, moving on is what we ask 84 you know are 22 years behind Ya'll got our people saying hip hop is near decline But what I'm saying reverse the curse The Red Sox could do it how could this be worse.. Worse...s**t about to get worse! I came to dis guild to empty my thirst/ Im a mastermind rhymer but i kinda ******** with the ******** wit niggas on the streetz Take some time off and hit the club just to knock some niggas off they feetz After all that i shake up da police/ I saw some nigs Tryn to take on the title of big tig s**t is depressin saw a ***** with weak s**t on his sig We got some lyrical problems s**t is big/
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