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 Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 11:14 pm
Lucian Aurion the hip hop building is fallin, they need a contracter and I'm the one they callin (that was weak on my end) Cause they know he know me, it's the CT Sicker than some gonorrhea in ya pee pee Charmander flow so you know I'ma heat seek Bulbasaur bitches on my d**k doin leech seed Flow underwater... I'm pearls' next kin Diamond status rapper I'ma girl's best friend Best pin when I pull it out the bomb /Blow Yo chest in don't no vest win Chicks wanna ******** me, I'm like, let's dig a hole Hope you can handle it my d**k Duece Bigalow (2 big) Few slip a bro coke but I pass it back I'm like, "Sip my blood. Taste the new 'acid crack'"
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 11:28 pm
and you'll bleed acid as you crack under my pressure
you're one cup too small so my skill you can't measure
I overflow your beakers and gradually
rip apart your graduated cylinders for my veiwers' pleasure
then call the father to bless this mess
then hide your children before his faith digress/es
and he begins to mess with the kids but no stress
even though after you've sinned he's the same one you confess
to. I rec you like a room full of basketballs and hoops
got you putting your head down like the middle of a loop
on a rollercoaster enjoy your ride of suicide
as you overdose on this supersize dose of homicide
I made Vyrus pharcyde and pharmacueticals critical
for headaches I've seen better days symmetrical
as if I had deja vu my life is on repeat
I've conquered the beast one time I cannot be beat
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 11:42 pm
datsexyMC and you'll bleed acid as you crack under my pressure you're one cup too small so my skill you can't measure I overflow your beakers and gradually rip apart your graduated cylinders for my veiwers' pleasure then call the father to bless this mess then hide your children before his faith digress/es and he begins to mess with the kids but no stress even though after you've sinned he's the same one you confess to. I rec you like a room full of basketballs and hoops got you putting your head down like the middle of a loop on a rollercoaster enjoy your ride of suicide as you overdose on this supersize dose of homicide I made Vyrus pharcyde and pharmacueticals critical for headaches I've seen better days symmetrical as if I had deja vu my life is on repeat I've conquered the beast one time I cannot be beat Like the meats of the Southeastern market ya target Quality beef like U.S.D.A all get No homo but my words will make ya draws get mushy White girl flow... only way you'll call me p***y Ya'll gettin pushy but my back is pressed against the edge Punchlines like pitting jackhammers agaisnt the slegde Sistas beg for the boy like they name was Sweat Perspiration just a way to keep ya flames in check My name infects brains, inject veins wit soda, cain When I spit a verse the one next up always seems old or plain All the ones before I spit never flow again Put a star in a sleeper call me nov(a)caine
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 12:52 am
C Teezy datsexyMC and you'll bleed acid as you crack under my pressure you're one cup too small so my skill you can't measure I overflow your beakers and gradually rip apart your graduated cylinders for my veiwers' pleasure then call the father to bless this mess then hide your children before his faith digress/es and he begins to mess with the kids but no stress even though after you've sinned he's the same one you confess to. I rec you like a room full of basketballs and hoops got you putting your head down like the middle of a loop on a rollercoaster enjoy your ride of suicide as you overdose on this supersize dose of homicide I made Vyrus pharcyde and pharmacueticals critical for headaches I've seen better days symmetrical as if I had deja vu my life is on repeat I've conquered the beast one time I cannot be beat Like the meats of the Southeastern market ya target Quality beef like U.S.D.A all get No homo but my words will make ya draws get mushy White girl flow... only way you'll call me p***y Ya'll gettin pushy but my back is pressed against the edge Punchlines like pitting jackhammers agaisnt the slegde Sistas beg for the boy like they name was Sweat Perspiration just a way to keep ya flames in check My name infects brains, inject veins wit soda, cain When I spit a verse the one next up always seems old or plain All the ones before I spit never flow again Put a star in a sleeper call me nov(a)caine I deliver pain to the ignorant emcees I've slain, and reign supreme over those who've lain with disdain. I aint Spain, so you know I'm not up for the bullof those who pull stunts to make Stryke act a fool. I'm no tool, so don't think you can manhandle me. I'm stalkin' my prey like Nikki to Professor Oglevee. Stryke gets sick when spittin more cannons than Nick. I'm so slick, I can make a trick's pimp lick my d**k.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 10:48 pm
Jaiden Stryker C Teezy datsexyMC and you'll bleed acid as you crack under my pressure you're one cup too small so my skill you can't measure I overflow your beakers and gradually rip apart your graduated cylinders for my veiwers' pleasure then call the father to bless this mess then hide your children before his faith digress/es and he begins to mess with the kids but no stress even though after you've sinned he's the same one you confess to. I rec you like a room full of basketballs and hoops got you putting your head down like the middle of a loop on a rollercoaster enjoy your ride of suicide as you overdose on this supersize dose of homicide I made Vyrus pharcyde and pharmacueticals critical for headaches I've seen better days symmetrical as if I had deja vu my life is on repeat I've conquered the beast one time I cannot be beat Like the meats of the Southeastern market ya target Quality beef like U.S.D.A all get No homo but my words will make ya draws get mushy White girl flow... only way you'll call me p***y Ya'll gettin pushy but my back is pressed against the edge Punchlines like pitting jackhammers agaisnt the slegde Sistas beg for the boy like they name was Sweat Perspiration just a way to keep ya flames in check My name infects brains, inject veins wit soda, cain When I spit a verse the one next up always seems old or plain All the ones before I spit never flow again Put a star in a sleeper call me nov(a)caine I deliver pain to the ignorant emcees I've slain, and reign supreme over those who've lain with disdain. I aint Spain, so you know I'm not up for the bullof those who pull stunts to make Stryke act a fool. I'm no tool, so don't think you can manhandle me. I'm stalkin' my prey like Nikki to Professor Oglevee. Stryke gets sick when spittin more cannons than Nick. I'm so slick, I can make a trick's pimp lick my d**k. (On a Kanye West tip) you're sick that last line was a little homo your chances with datsexyMC are now an OH NO! Similar to vicious the cannibal as I man handle your madible I have respect for nothing as I fundle with my genitals on some CB4 s**t I chris rock the mic straight out of low class bickering like Tina and Ike yo J I give you props you're the best SIKE! I'm just wilin on that freestyle tip right I'm a bad boy trying to do wrong but I can only do right so I write more songs about my sorrows and this stormy rain cloud The forecast is KOOL & MUGGY! other MC's are just black and mild
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 12:14 am
Durrtyboi Jaiden Stryker C Teezy datsexyMC and you'll bleed acid as you crack under my pressure you're one cup too small so my skill you can't measure I overflow your beakers and gradually rip apart your graduated cylinders for my veiwers' pleasure then call the father to bless this mess then hide your children before his faith digress/es and he begins to mess with the kids but no stress even though after you've sinned he's the same one you confess to. I rec you like a room full of basketballs and hoops got you putting your head down like the middle of a loop on a rollercoaster enjoy your ride of suicide as you overdose on this supersize dose of homicide I made Vyrus pharcyde and pharmacueticals critical for headaches I've seen better days symmetrical as if I had deja vu my life is on repeat I've conquered the beast one time I cannot be beat Like the meats of the Southeastern market ya target Quality beef like U.S.D.A all get No homo but my words will make ya draws get mushy White girl flow... only way you'll call me p***y Ya'll gettin pushy but my back is pressed against the edge Punchlines like pitting jackhammers agaisnt the slegde Sistas beg for the boy like they name was Sweat Perspiration just a way to keep ya flames in check My name infects brains, inject veins wit soda, cain When I spit a verse the one next up always seems old or plain All the ones before I spit never flow again Put a star in a sleeper call me nov(a)caine I deliver pain to the ignorant emcees I've slain, and reign supreme over those who've lain with disdain. I aint Spain, so you know I'm not up for the bullof those who pull stunts to make Stryke act a fool. I'm no tool, so don't think you can manhandle me. I'm stalkin' my prey like Nikki to Professor Oglevee. Stryke gets sick when spittin more cannons than Nick. I'm so slick, I can make a trick's pimp lick my d**k. (On a Kanye West tip) you're sick that last line was a little homo your chances with datsexyMC are now an OH NO! Similar to vicious the cannibal as I man handle your madible I have respect for nothing as I fundle with my genitals on some CB4 s**t I chris rock the mic straight out of low class bickering like Tina and Ike yo J I give you props you're the best SIKE! I'm just wilin on that freestyle tip right I'm a bad boy trying to do wrong but I can only do right so I write more songs about my sorrows and this stormy rain cloud The forecast is KOOL & MUGGY! other MC's are just black and mild The irony of ya declaring something homo is a trip. Especially when ya start by stating you're on Kanye's tip. I've got more vendettas than Def Jam cuz of my methods, man. So I'll smoke two L's(LL) to calm down fo' I wreck this Stan. Must be on Rakim's jock too, cuz you followed the leader to diss in the cypher to fall to my blade of glory like Jon Heder. I grab the heater, and make ya life teeter on the edge of existance in the instance I crush your resistance without care for repentance. Boi, you couldn't get durrty even if Christina showed ya. So stick to having apprentices surpass ya while I brush off my shoulda. *Brushes*
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 3:27 pm
Jaiden Stryker So stick to having apprentices surpass ya while I brush off my shoulda. *Brushes* ((hey chill out ya'll this is da cypher sticky, I been told yaz)) Slap across the face more potent than a cup of foldgers Enough to make a London guard blow his composure Outlaw Shadow, jus call me the silent white soldier The white mother ******** who know no bounds Any ***** want beef and wanna go a couple rounds A couple hours later their body's nowhere to be found I be rapping, other folks just be making sounds Stuttering n mumbling constantly out their mouths They say the white boy aint s**t, he's jus a clown He's a piece of cake, but they won't step to the mound Don't even take a bite, just nibbling on puppy chow If they even think about it, I leave their panties brown Cuz they full of s**t, and I smell em Yappin this n that like they're a wanna be felon But when the chrome meets the back of your melon I want you to know, screaming really won't be helpin' You bout to find out where these hollows are kept in ((but 4 ser, you guys, this isn't diss the rapper above you thread. chill out.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 2:38 pm
OutlawShadow Jaiden Stryker So stick to having apprentices surpass ya while I brush off my shoulda. *Brushes* ((hey chill out ya'll this is da cypher sticky, I been told yaz)) Slap across the face more potent than a cup of foldgers Enough to make a London guard blow his composure Outlaw Shadow, jus call me the silent white soldier The white mother ******** who know no bounds Any ***** want beef and wanna go a couple rounds A couple hours later their body's nowhere to be found I be rapping, other folks just be making sounds Stuttering n mumbling constantly out their mouths They say the white boy aint s**t, he's jus a clown He's a piece of cake, but they won't step to the mound Don't even take a bite, just nibbling on puppy chow If they even think about it, I leave their panties brown Cuz they full of s**t, and I smell em Yappin this n that like they're a wanna be felon But when the chrome meets the back of your melon I want you to know, screaming really won't be helpin' You bout to find out where these hollows are kept in ((but 4 ser, you guys, this isn't diss the rapper above you thread. chill out.)) i keep trying to fight the demons within but it seems i cant escape my life of sin Outlawshadow or Baby B, whichever you prefer I shake them haters off like i was a leper My rhythm and flow stay forever tethered Hauntin *****'s dreams like i was a specter I could point out fake niggas like spots on a leopard Im on some adderall like I got A.D.D Hoping that sumtin sparks within me But I aint seen s**t, not even a light And if I did, Id run away just out spite To the other side of the tunnel where it stays dark Jackin off, slittin my wrists listening to Linkin Park To top it off, pop a pill of ex, and hope it goes straight to my heart So I can be high and horny Lookin for a b***h for blow me Leaving me cumming while I'm groaning When she leaves Ima feel so damn lonely So Ima take it up a notch and pop a shroom Cut her throat and ******** the wound
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 2:49 pm
OutlawShadow OutlawShadow Jaiden Stryker So stick to having apprentices surpass ya while I brush off my shoulda. *Brushes* ((hey chill out ya'll this is da cypher sticky, I been told yaz)) Slap across the face more potent than a cup of foldgers Enough to make a London guard blow his composure Outlaw Shadow, jus call me the silent white soldier The white mother ******** who know no bounds Any ***** want beef and wanna go a couple rounds A couple hours later their body's nowhere to be found I be rapping, other folks just be making sounds Stuttering n mumbling constantly out their mouths They say the white boy aint s**t, he's jus a clown He's a piece of cake, but they won't step to the mound Don't even take a bite, just nibbling on puppy chow If they even think about it, I leave their panties brown Cuz they full of s**t, and I smell em Yappin this n that like they're a wanna be felon But when the chrome meets the back of your melon I want you to know, screaming really won't be helpin' You bout to find out where these hollows are kept in ((but 4 ser, you guys, this isn't diss the rapper above you thread. chill out.)) i keep trying to fight the demons within but it seems i cant escape my life of sin Outlawshadow or Baby B, whichever you prefer I shake them haters off like i was a leper My rhythm and flow stay forever tethered Hauntin *****'s dreams like i was a specter I could point out fake niggas like spots on a leopard Im on some adderall like I got A.D.D Hoping that sumtin sparks within me But I aint seen s**t, not even a light And if I did, Id run away just out spite To the other side of the tunnel where it stays dark Jackin off, slittin my wrists listening to Linkin Park To top it off, pop a pill of ex, and hope it goes straight to my heart So I can be high and horny Lookin for a b***h for blow me Leaving me cumming while I'm groaning When she leaves Ima feel so damn lonely So Ima take it up a notch and pop a shroom Cut her throat and ******** the wound Woulda kept going but I had to go to anutha room Needed a piss break My bad, my mistake My piss turned the bowl into a yellow lake I wasnt playing when I said i was on adderall so right now, if you was to giveme a call Id prolly chat your god damn ear off feeling so good like i was lounging in a loft d**k relaxed n on soft, drinking a bottle of smirnoff Yep on soft, cuz if i get hard, my nuts would be singin da blues On soft, but its funny, cuz your d**k looks like its been in a swimmin pool silly niggas, with little dicks put in a b***h mouf makes it look like a toothpick lemme get off this subject cuz starting to get sick of all the silly s**t ive been saying hope you realize im just playing baby b aint never been gay n neither am i homophobic but i dont like to watch faggots stroke it or run away and elope it haha soon as the dope hits fiends will chase me like i roped it Too bad I took that s**t n smoked it ((2nd to last rhymes!!! not just saying it a bunch of times)
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 3:20 pm
OutlawShadow OutlawShadow OutlawShadow Jaiden Stryker So stick to having apprentices surpass ya while I brush off my shoulda. *Brushes* ((hey chill out ya'll this is da cypher sticky, I been told yaz)) Slap across the face more potent than a cup of foldgers Enough to make a London guard blow his composure Outlaw Shadow, jus call me the silent white soldier The white mother ******** who know no bounds Any ***** want beef and wanna go a couple rounds A couple hours later their body's nowhere to be found I be rapping, other folks just be making sounds Stuttering n mumbling constantly out their mouths They say the white boy aint s**t, he's jus a clown He's a piece of cake, but they won't step to the mound Don't even take a bite, just nibbling on puppy chow If they even think about it, I leave their panties brown Cuz they full of s**t, and I smell em Yappin this n that like they're a wanna be felon But when the chrome meets the back of your melon I want you to know, screaming really won't be helpin' You bout to find out where these hollows are kept in ((but 4 ser, you guys, this isn't diss the rapper above you thread. chill out.)) i keep trying to fight the demons within but it seems i cant escape my life of sin Outlawshadow or Baby B, whichever you prefer I shake them haters off like i was a leper My rhythm and flow stay forever tethered Hauntin *****'s dreams like i was a specter I could point out fake niggas like spots on a leopard Im on some adderall like I got A.D.D Hoping that sumtin sparks within me But I aint seen s**t, not even a light And if I did, Id run away just out spite To the other side of the tunnel where it stays dark Jackin off, slittin my wrists listening to Linkin Park To top it off, pop a pill of ex, and hope it goes straight to my heart So I can be high and horny Lookin for a b***h for blow me Leaving me cumming while I'm groaning When she leaves Ima feel so damn lonely So Ima take it up a notch and pop a shroom Cut her throat and ******** the wound Woulda kept going but I had to go to anutha room Needed a piss break My bad, my mistake My piss turned the bowl into a yellow lake I wasnt playing when I said i was on adderall so right now, if you was to giveme a call Id prolly chat your god damn ear off feeling so good like i was lounging in a loft d**k relaxed n on soft, drinking a bottle of smirnoff Yep on soft, cuz if i get hard, my nuts would be singin da blues On soft, but its funny, cuz your d**k looks like its been in a swimmin pool silly niggas, with little dicks put in a b***h mouf makes it look like a toothpick lemme get off this subject cuz starting to get sick of all the silly s**t ive been saying hope you realize im just playing baby b aint never been gay n neither am i homophobic but i dont like to watch faggots stroke it or run away and elope it haha soon as the dope hits fiends will chase me like i roped it Too bad I took that s**t n smoked it ((2nd to last rhymes!!! not just saying it a bunch of times)When something ruins my high, I treat it like a chicken.. I choke it. Squeeze ya soul out, cuz when it comes to life, I revoke it. Random raps, rapidly running rampant and causin' ruckus. Murkin' marks with marksmanship, got 'em tryin' to duck ******** us? Such words are never uttered out loud. Hosility multiplies exponentially, fatality awaits the proud whose pride blinds them to their own faults. Death grips their soul, and locks it in Hell's vaults. (On some random s**t for some reason. XD)
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 3:52 pm
Jaiden Stryker Death grips their soul, and locks it in Hell's vaults. And now its seems its my fault that the devil's out I laugh as victims scream and shout As I pour in table salt In open cuts and gashes I still remain matchless Dont mean to seem like a facists But I be beaten asses If they drop catches They'll recieve lyrical lashes And their morale will need patches Pulled out lyrics from my lyrical stashes Watch the game as it burns n crashes Step on the ashes God blast it!! Im pulling rhymes out my a** Like I just took lyrical exlax s**t'll make me s**t fast I could be using my wits to get big bucks but i rather smoke herbs n b***h bout how life sucks sucka. not me, thats for rest of america Hop on my back, ill carry ya To safety, away from stupidty Me a loser? never, couldnt be everyone has to make their own chance but it was never in my plans to be a dumbass, saying ***** while grippin my pants i spit that healthful helpful unspoken rhymes that seeps deep in a niggas mind is this how you want to really live life? living day to day without getting right up yo money, fall in love or be a punk, push n shove tote ghats and roll a dub die quick n live like a scrub our generation is ********, cuz our lazy parents but there are a few of us who deserve merits Not confroming and being couch carrots Who think on our own who like to be grown Share our dreams of one day blowin' Up, holding a cup-- of majesty Then others dont get the best of reality And don't even follow what the believe Trust me, my niggas, hold onto your dreams Keep pushin until the day you see the reaper Thats what seperates the dreamers from the achievers So stop your doubts and become a believer
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:41 am
Quote: So stop your doubts and become a believer Or I'll take the reaver from raziel's chest and eat the Soul you possess, unless you get on ya knees and be the The lap dog I need ta to be the king of everything you own Sorcerers roam in my dome asking if intelligence is home So I can become the newest doom bot/ wearin armored chrome And write somber songs for the fallen they sprawl in tones With scarred tears administered by the snake fister Hearts were pure before the poison of sinister a-lister Now we got a bunch of mister Hiltons lickin they blisters Hearts bleed when I leech seeds and make arteries sterile Humanizing sympathy makes me wanna care to Repent but empathy envies me rampage is my heirloom Passed down from the insanity that keeps the world in tune
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:11 pm
Vicious_da_Cannibal Passed down from the insanity that keeps the world in tune Cought in this shitty reality like a vacume Some slit their wrists cuz they wanna die soon Others be tripin like a bumblin bufoon With they family in a cell makin a prison shank from a spoon Everyone searchen for answeres and cant help but stair at the moon Livin cursed lives like their hexed Lookin to the sky and askin god whats next Cuz they feelin volnerable like rapter to a t-rex Why we live to die is a mystery that is to complex Spent my life searchin for god but its about time he looked for me Cuz I done looked everywhere and he aint no place I can see A siner turned to a saint Zo, thats me The left hand of god returns to LG Real to the core and no one is gettin nothin from me
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 2:10 am
Real to the core and no one is gettin nothin from me
But try to undastand that my rhymes r complex B
Somethin bout these whack rappers got me vexed see
Cause you can gimme the mic I'll spit it however you like
Its strictly oppressive disgression It's how i rip it up tonight
When I write its tight like the neuce around sadam's neck
I spit it raw from the suburbs to the projects
lemme lemme take a second to count
the number of rapperz in the game that don't belong
its a world record amount
Im here to bring it back
So yes I'll bring it back
This ones for you all my fans go head sing and clap
its preposterous how monsterous bringin heat
like sun on concreat to the street conasours
they say hip hop is extinct like the dinosaurs
but the saviors in the buildin so you don't have to cry no more
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 2:32 pm
Quote: but the saviors in the buildin so you don't have to cry no more No tears dont fret I here to haul em like cold sores Cyphers get sicka wit the lips of the Vicious Sniper It's the snake fista snappin the necks of vipers As if I'm stealin whips scammin em like vista I peel clips I'm real equipped like mister Whistla Cant abate my blades like a belt/ knees buckle Tiger claws are flawed when I crakk deez knucklez Please suckle at my two planters or eat ruffles Ridges on my sword makes torture sweet Bitches cant afford to be the corporal of my fleet Cause I crush they vessels now their hearts are leveled Their armadas wear prada so I guess I cast out devils
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