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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:40 pm
Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Syllvurr Mandarr 3.0 Let's keep it on the real I won't tell you what I'm doin but I'll tell you how I feel keep me sane and keep it truthful. Oh word? So I'll produce a plan to maintain truth and sanitytryna lose my vanity of flossin this proof of mastery Forgive the arrogance but its so apparent that You think my words are crack,but in fact, my flow is heroin Other rappers hear my words and develop a real fear of em If I got you lost, allow me to make it clearer then..... Many make it to top but never does their power last The fame'll sour fast like a 1/4 of a hour glass Then theres a few like me way ahead the game Never fall from the top always steadily reign With a focused mind capacity tryin to rhyme a rhapsody Design a hot line to ignite the cypher after me If you see me smile, excuse me for my laughter B I've heard your story before, it's def. not a masterpeice We'll see how far you make it in this world as a rapper unoticed Too many lean on a career where a big ego gets more bloated When half of them don't even know the rules of the game All they lookin for is the cars, the jewels and the fame Little boys grow up with big dreams of spittin rhymes like Biggie It wouldn't be a problem if they didn't spit rhymes worse than 50 Show me a lyrical monsoon or typhoon of the realest s**t spit it to me raw and bleedin and it's a big hit I don't wanna hear how you have a new wave to bring into an old mix Let me listen to this new sound and just stop talkin about it Don't tell me something that a million times I've heard before Bring me something new that won't be played out, burnt out or ignored. It's natural that a lyricist feels tighter than the last writers. To hunt like a spider, and prove brighter than low-class biters. So I'm past lighters, but an inferno that's make your soul perspire as you realize that you're rhymes have long expired. Easy to describe greatness before you've displayed your own. But I've got eyes that see all, and I've x-rayed your bones, and discovered the feebleness of your bar's interior. With hollow insides, it seems you've only dressed the exterior. Observe your fingers when you point. What do you see? At LEAST three of your own pointing right back. You cannot flee from the truth reality constantly shoves into your face. You can blindfold yourself, but doesn't mean the truth left the place. You can't/ blame a critique, I'm not/ aimin to please I'm just/ tryin'a be me so just/ watch and you'll see I'm not hidin my soul from these eyes who seek so desperately what you see is what you get 'cause the surface reflects within me I know my lines ain't as bright or as right as the ones who came before I know I can't bring new things to those already inside of the door I just want to help out those who have already realized their goal I don't wanna see none suffer when they don't properly play they're role If I had said it in plain english instead of rhymin like I been taught to It wouldn't have even been nothing so please don't make it into ((That one was so weak...)) I'm following the trend of a long line of lyricist. Words to heal like Jesus, or words that distort like Satanist. Either way, I remain the realist of the real you can feel. And through sheer will, I remain whole while others peel. Known to say what's on my mind, others find it intimidating. Being forceful isn't my intention, but still find myself initiating in lyrical combat with those who misunderstand my meaning. It forces me to correct those who were quick to be demeaning. But to n** it in the bud, I'm only calling it how I see it. Unbiased and impersonal. See the words, but don't misread it. No need to get defensive. Understand me before you fight. Come to know me, and you'll see me in a new light.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:09 pm
Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Syllvurr Mandarr 3.0 Let's keep it on the real I won't tell you what I'm doin but I'll tell you how I feel keep me sane and keep it truthful. Oh word? So I'll produce a plan to maintain truth and sanitytryna lose my vanity of flossin this proof of mastery Forgive the arrogance but its so apparent that You think my words are crack,but in fact, my flow is heroin Other rappers hear my words and develop a real fear of em If I got you lost, allow me to make it clearer then..... Many make it to top but never does their power last The fame'll sour fast like a 1/4 of a hour glass Then theres a few like me way ahead the game Never fall from the top always steadily reign With a focused mind capacity tryin to rhyme a rhapsody Design a hot line to ignite the cypher after me If you see me smile, excuse me for my laughter B I've heard your story before, it's def. not a masterpeice We'll see how far you make it in this world as a rapper unoticed Too many lean on a career where a big ego gets more bloated When half of them don't even know the rules of the game All they lookin for is the cars, the jewels and the fame Little boys grow up with big dreams of spittin rhymes like Biggie It wouldn't be a problem if they didn't spit rhymes worse than 50 Show me a lyrical monsoon or typhoon of the realest s**t spit it to me raw and bleedin and it's a big hit I don't wanna hear how you have a new wave to bring into an old mix Let me listen to this new sound and just stop talkin about it Don't tell me something that a million times I've heard before Bring me something new that won't be played out, burnt out or ignored. It's natural that a lyricist feels tighter than the last writers. To hunt like a spider, and prove brighter than low-class biters. So I'm past lighters, but an inferno that's make your soul perspire as you realize that you're rhymes have long expired. Easy to describe greatness before you've displayed your own. But I've got eyes that see all, and I've x-rayed your bones, and discovered the feebleness of your bar's interior. With hollow insides, it seems you've only dressed the exterior. Observe your fingers when you point. What do you see? At LEAST three of your own pointing right back. You cannot flee from the truth reality constantly shoves into your face. You can blindfold yourself, but doesn't mean the truth left the place. You can't/ blame a critique, I'm not/ aimin to please I'm just/ tryin'a be me so just/ watch and you'll see I'm not hidin my soul from these eyes who seek so desperately what you see is what you get 'cause the surface reflects within me I know my lines ain't as bright or as right as the ones who came before I know I can't bring new things to those already inside of the door I just want to help out those who have already realized their goal I don't wanna see none suffer when they don't properly play they're role If I had said it in plain english instead of rhymin like I been taught to It wouldn't have even been nothing so please don't make it into ((That one was so weak...)) I'm following the trend of a long line of lyricist. Words to heal like Jesus, or words that distort like Satanist. Either way, I remain the realist of the real you can feel. And through sheer will, I remain whole while others peel. Known to say what's on my mind, others find it intimidating. Being forceful isn't my intention, but still find myself initiating in lyrical combat with those who misunderstand my meaning. It forces me to correct those who were quick to be demeaning. But to n** it in the bud, I'm only calling it how I see it. Unbiased and impersonal. See the words, but don't misread it. No need to get defensive. Understand me before you fight. Come to know me, and you'll see me in a new light. I wasn't tryin to fight you, not even tryin to spite you, didn't want to ignite this but there's something here that I missed demeaning in meaning that our words are careening spinning out of wack to sound like an attack, it's seeming I know when to step out and bow down It's your ground I'm not here to be loud or shout out just speak out and reach out so in my words there's no doubt Inspirational speaker, a seeker for meanings from deeper I won't sell my soul for cheaper I'm much more humble and meeker than you seem to portray, not sleaker please believe that I greive and wail out with the same tears over the years with the same fears of failing careers as you do so don't you think that this would be an endless mess of words, so just end this. I don't like violence, please let us mend this peace better than fighting, please just dismiss.
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:25 pm
Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 If you see me smile, excuse me for my laughter B I've heard your story before, it's def. not a masterpeice We'll see how far you make it in this world as a rapper unoticed Too many lean on a career where a big ego gets more bloated When half of them don't even know the rules of the game All they lookin for is the cars, the jewels and the fame Little boys grow up with big dreams of spittin rhymes like Biggie It wouldn't be a problem if they didn't spit rhymes worse than 50 Show me a lyrical monsoon or typhoon of the realest s**t spit it to me raw and bleedin and it's a big hit I don't wanna hear how you have a new wave to bring into an old mix Let me listen to this new sound and just stop talkin about it Don't tell me something that a million times I've heard before Bring me something new that won't be played out, burnt out or ignored. It's natural that a lyricist feels tighter than the last writers. To hunt like a spider, and prove brighter than low-class biters. So I'm past lighters, but an inferno that's make your soul perspire as you realize that you're rhymes have long expired. Easy to describe greatness before you've displayed your own. But I've got eyes that see all, and I've x-rayed your bones, and discovered the feebleness of your bar's interior. With hollow insides, it seems you've only dressed the exterior. Observe your fingers when you point. What do you see? At LEAST three of your own pointing right back. You cannot flee from the truth reality constantly shoves into your face. You can blindfold yourself, but doesn't mean the truth left the place. You can't/ blame a critique, I'm not/ aimin to please I'm just/ tryin'a be me so just/ watch and you'll see I'm not hidin my soul from these eyes who seek so desperately what you see is what you get 'cause the surface reflects within me I know my lines ain't as bright or as right as the ones who came before I know I can't bring new things to those already inside of the door I just want to help out those who have already realized their goal I don't wanna see none suffer when they don't properly play they're role If I had said it in plain english instead of rhymin like I been taught to It wouldn't have even been nothing so please don't make it into ((That one was so weak...)) I'm following the trend of a long line of lyricist. Words to heal like Jesus, or words that distort like Satanist. Either way, I remain the realist of the real you can feel. And through sheer will, I remain whole while others peel. Known to say what's on my mind, others find it intimidating. Being forceful isn't my intention, but still find myself initiating in lyrical combat with those who misunderstand my meaning. It forces me to correct those who were quick to be demeaning. But to n** it in the bud, I'm only calling it how I see it. Unbiased and impersonal. See the words, but don't misread it. No need to get defensive. Understand me before you fight. Come to know me, and you'll see me in a new light. I wasn't tryin to fight you, not even tryin to spite you, didn't want to ignite this but there's something here that I missed demeaning in meaning that our words are careening spinning out of wack to sound like an attack, it's seeming I know when to step out and bow down It's your ground I'm not here to be loud or shout out just speak out and reach out so in my words there's no doubt Inspirational speaker, a seeker for meanings from deeper I won't sell my soul for cheaper I'm much more humble and meeker than you seem to portray, not sleaker please believe that I greive and wail out with the same tears over the years with the same fears of failing careers as you do so don't you think that this would be an endless mess of words, so just end this. I don't like violence, please let us mend this peace better than fighting, please just dismiss. Still seems you misunderstand, so now you've got me thinking. "How can I be more blunt without having the cypher sinking?" I understood you the first time, and I agree. But I feel you shouldn't speak until you achieve that of which your accusing him of not doing yourself, ma'am. That was the point. No attempt to disrespect, damn. This is why I said you misread, and got what I neva meant. Your reply is what makes that evident. There's nothing to mend, because nothing was broken. Simply understanding what I meant was the token. But hopefully now you do, and wont be defensive. I meant no harm, there's no need to be apprehensive. 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:32 pm
Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 If you see me smile, excuse me for my laughter B I've heard your story before, it's def. not a masterpeice We'll see how far you make it in this world as a rapper unoticed Too many lean on a career where a big ego gets more bloated When half of them don't even know the rules of the game All they lookin for is the cars, the jewels and the fame Little boys grow up with big dreams of spittin rhymes like Biggie It wouldn't be a problem if they didn't spit rhymes worse than 50 Show me a lyrical monsoon or typhoon of the realest s**t spit it to me raw and bleedin and it's a big hit I don't wanna hear how you have a new wave to bring into an old mix Let me listen to this new sound and just stop talkin about it Don't tell me something that a million times I've heard before Bring me something new that won't be played out, burnt out or ignored. It's natural that a lyricist feels tighter than the last writers. To hunt like a spider, and prove brighter than low-class biters. So I'm past lighters, but an inferno that's make your soul perspire as you realize that you're rhymes have long expired. Easy to describe greatness before you've displayed your own. But I've got eyes that see all, and I've x-rayed your bones, and discovered the feebleness of your bar's interior. With hollow insides, it seems you've only dressed the exterior. Observe your fingers when you point. What do you see? At LEAST three of your own pointing right back. You cannot flee from the truth reality constantly shoves into your face. You can blindfold yourself, but doesn't mean the truth left the place. You can't/ blame a critique, I'm not/ aimin to please I'm just/ tryin'a be me so just/ watch and you'll see I'm not hidin my soul from these eyes who seek so desperately what you see is what you get 'cause the surface reflects within me I know my lines ain't as bright or as right as the ones who came before I know I can't bring new things to those already inside of the door I just want to help out those who have already realized their goal I don't wanna see none suffer when they don't properly play they're role If I had said it in plain english instead of rhymin like I been taught to It wouldn't have even been nothing so please don't make it into ((That one was so weak...)) I'm following the trend of a long line of lyricist. Words to heal like Jesus, or words that distort like Satanist. Either way, I remain the realist of the real you can feel. And through sheer will, I remain whole while others peel. Known to say what's on my mind, others find it intimidating. Being forceful isn't my intention, but still find myself initiating in lyrical combat with those who misunderstand my meaning. It forces me to correct those who were quick to be demeaning. But to n** it in the bud, I'm only calling it how I see it. Unbiased and impersonal. See the words, but don't misread it. No need to get defensive. Understand me before you fight. Come to know me, and you'll see me in a new light. I wasn't tryin to fight you, not even tryin to spite you, didn't want to ignite this but there's something here that I missed demeaning in meaning that our words are careening spinning out of wack to sound like an attack, it's seeming I know when to step out and bow down It's your ground I'm not here to be loud or shout out just speak out and reach out so in my words there's no doubt Inspirational speaker, a seeker for meanings from deeper I won't sell my soul for cheaper I'm much more humble and meeker than you seem to portray, not sleaker please believe that I greive and wail out with the same tears over the years with the same fears of failing careers as you do so don't you think that this would be an endless mess of words, so just end this. I don't like violence, please let us mend this peace better than fighting, please just dismiss. Still seems you misunderstand, so now you've got me thinking. "How can I be more blunt without having the cypher sinking?" I understood you the first time, and I agree. But I feel you shouldn't speak until you achieve that of which your accusing him of not doing yourself, ma'am. That was the point. No attempt to disrespect, damn. This is why I said you misread, and got what I neva meant. Your reply is what makes that evident. There's nothing to mend, because nothing was broken. Simply understanding what I meant was the token. But hopefully now you do, and wont be defensive. I meant no harm, there's no need to be apprehensive. 3nodding I got nothing XD Will someone change ze topic prease???
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 12:07 am
Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 You can't/ blame a critique, I'm not/ aimin to please I'm just/ tryin'a be me so just/ watch and you'll see I'm not hidin my soul from these eyes who seek so desperately what you see is what you get 'cause the surface reflects within me I know my lines ain't as bright or as right as the ones who came before I know I can't bring new things to those already inside of the door I just want to help out those who have already realized their goal I don't wanna see none suffer when they don't properly play they're role If I had said it in plain english instead of rhymin like I been taught to It wouldn't have even been nothing so please don't make it into ((That one was so weak...)) I'm following the trend of a long line of lyricist. Words to heal like Jesus, or words that distort like Satanist. Either way, I remain the realist of the real you can feel. And through sheer will, I remain whole while others peel. Known to say what's on my mind, others find it intimidating. Being forceful isn't my intention, but still find myself initiating in lyrical combat with those who misunderstand my meaning. It forces me to correct those who were quick to be demeaning. But to n** it in the bud, I'm only calling it how I see it. Unbiased and impersonal. See the words, but don't misread it. No need to get defensive. Understand me before you fight. Come to know me, and you'll see me in a new light. I wasn't tryin to fight you, not even tryin to spite you, didn't want to ignite this but there's something here that I missed demeaning in meaning that our words are careening spinning out of wack to sound like an attack, it's seeming I know when to step out and bow down It's your ground I'm not here to be loud or shout out just speak out and reach out so in my words there's no doubt Inspirational speaker, a seeker for meanings from deeper I won't sell my soul for cheaper I'm much more humble and meeker than you seem to portray, not sleaker please believe that I greive and wail out with the same tears over the years with the same fears of failing careers as you do so don't you think that this would be an endless mess of words, so just end this. I don't like violence, please let us mend this peace better than fighting, please just dismiss. Still seems you misunderstand, so now you've got me thinking. "How can I be more blunt without having the cypher sinking?" I understood you the first time, and I agree. But I feel you shouldn't speak until you achieve that of which your accusing him of not doing yourself, ma'am. That was the point. No attempt to disrespect, damn. This is why I said you misread, and got what I neva meant. Your reply is what makes that evident. There's nothing to mend, because nothing was broken. Simply understanding what I meant was the token. But hopefully now you do, and wont be defensive. I meant no harm, there's no need to be apprehensive. 3nodding I got nothing XD Will someone change ze topic prease??? I change subjects like candidate losing a debate. But to a loss, I can't relate. So when my ego inflates, I'm gon' blow up! In a random rapping rampage, that'll gain me things like fandom, clapping, and stage!Or maybe not... Since this thing's just a hobby that's driving me more crazy than relationships with Bobby.(Bobby Brown) E-Beef in the air, and it's filling my lungs when I inhale. So when I exhale, my next action is to impale the next cat talking smack about him having a gat. When in reality, he's a net-G borderlining wack. See, I aint gotta front because I like chillin' in the back. Laying in the cut like Neosporin, watching these kid's yakity yak. But when they talk back, I can't help but crack a smile. Because the moronic serves as entertainment with their useless style. But sometimes I've gotta go offense, and sonic boom like Guile, just to prove I'm way ahead of the game by a mile. And it's a shame, because rhyming is all games to Jaiden. But I'm still electrifying like Raiden as the "serious" start fadin'.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 12:36 am
Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 You can't/ blame a critique, I'm not/ aimin to please I'm just/ tryin'a be me so just/ watch and you'll see I'm not hidin my soul from these eyes who seek so desperately what you see is what you get 'cause the surface reflects within me I know my lines ain't as bright or as right as the ones who came before I know I can't bring new things to those already inside of the door I just want to help out those who have already realized their goal I don't wanna see none suffer when they don't properly play they're role If I had said it in plain english instead of rhymin like I been taught to It wouldn't have even been nothing so please don't make it into ((That one was so weak...)) I'm following the trend of a long line of lyricist. Words to heal like Jesus, or words that distort like Satanist. Either way, I remain the realist of the real you can feel. And through sheer will, I remain whole while others peel. Known to say what's on my mind, others find it intimidating. Being forceful isn't my intention, but still find myself initiating in lyrical combat with those who misunderstand my meaning. It forces me to correct those who were quick to be demeaning. But to n** it in the bud, I'm only calling it how I see it. Unbiased and impersonal. See the words, but don't misread it. No need to get defensive. Understand me before you fight. Come to know me, and you'll see me in a new light. I wasn't tryin to fight you, not even tryin to spite you, didn't want to ignite this but there's something here that I missed demeaning in meaning that our words are careening spinning out of wack to sound like an attack, it's seeming I know when to step out and bow down It's your ground I'm not here to be loud or shout out just speak out and reach out so in my words there's no doubt Inspirational speaker, a seeker for meanings from deeper I won't sell my soul for cheaper I'm much more humble and meeker than you seem to portray, not sleaker please believe that I greive and wail out with the same tears over the years with the same fears of failing careers as you do so don't you think that this would be an endless mess of words, so just end this. I don't like violence, please let us mend this peace better than fighting, please just dismiss. Still seems you misunderstand, so now you've got me thinking. "How can I be more blunt without having the cypher sinking?" I understood you the first time, and I agree. But I feel you shouldn't speak until you achieve that of which your accusing him of not doing yourself, ma'am. That was the point. No attempt to disrespect, damn. This is why I said you misread, and got what I neva meant. Your reply is what makes that evident. There's nothing to mend, because nothing was broken. Simply understanding what I meant was the token. But hopefully now you do, and wont be defensive. I meant no harm, there's no need to be apprehensive. 3nodding I got nothing XD Will someone change ze topic prease??? I change subjects like candidate losing a debate. But to a loss, I can't relate. So when my ego inflates, I'm gon' blow up! In a random rapping rampage, that'll gain me things like fandom, clapping, and stage!Or maybe not... Since this thing's just a hobby that's driving me more crazy than relationships with Bobby.(Bobby Brown) E-Beef in the air, and it's filling my lungs when I inhale. So when I exhale, my next action is to impale the next cat talking smack about him having a gat. When in reality, he's a net-G borderlining wack. See, I aint gotta front because I like chillin' in the back. Laying in the cut like Neosporin, watching these kid's yakity yak. But when they talk back, I can't help but crack a smile. Because the moronic serves as entertainment with their useless style. But sometimes I've gotta go offense, and sonic boom like Guile, just to prove I'm way ahead of the game by a mile. And it's a shame, because rhyming is all games to Jaiden. But I'm still electrifying like Raiden as the "serious" start fadin'. See, I can rock to shop boyz or turn up some Iron Maiden Artistic critic by nature, it's maddu's paper's I'm gradin stereotypes like lights and biased prejudging tykes ride below my radar like tricked out low-rider bikes This is for mi raza, para mi corazon, rompes mi cuerpo no stress 'cause my spirit's made of stone Don't call me Mexicana, Puertorriquena won't condone Don't call me young blood just 'cause I'm not grown A Bajaan chica for life in case you didn't know It's not all about looks 'cause bad blood will show W.I. like conkies, bakin sweet corn pon Rihanna ain't got nothin, she's just a Barbadian loan.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:56 pm
jceaz Oh s**t, she said "Step ya game up *****, you wack as rofl Must be... @ Mandarr This is a cypher, not audio or a battle, Dont expect anyones best in here... THe cypher thread is my grounds for a lyrical bragfest....Yes, I have bragging rights mrgreen -Tshhch- Back to regulary scheduled programming
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 1:14 am
Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 Jaiden Stryker Mandarr 3.0 I wasn't tryin to fight you, not even tryin to spite you, didn't want to ignite this but there's something here that I missed demeaning in meaning that our words are careening spinning out of wack to sound like an attack, it's seeming I know when to step out and bow down It's your ground I'm not here to be loud or shout out just speak out and reach out so in my words there's no doubt Inspirational speaker, a seeker for meanings from deeper I won't sell my soul for cheaper I'm much more humble and meeker than you seem to portray, not sleaker please believe that I greive and wail out with the same tears over the years with the same fears of failing careers as you do so don't you think that this would be an endless mess of words, so just end this. I don't like violence, please let us mend this peace better than fighting, please just dismiss. Still seems you misunderstand, so now you've got me thinking. "How can I be more blunt without having the cypher sinking?" I understood you the first time, and I agree. But I feel you shouldn't speak until you achieve that of which your accusing him of not doing yourself, ma'am. That was the point. No attempt to disrespect, damn. This is why I said you misread, and got what I neva meant. Your reply is what makes that evident. There's nothing to mend, because nothing was broken. Simply understanding what I meant was the token. But hopefully now you do, and wont be defensive. I meant no harm, there's no need to be apprehensive. 3nodding I got nothing XD Will someone change ze topic prease??? I change subjects like candidate losing a debate. But to a loss, I can't relate. So when my ego inflates, I'm gon' blow up! In a random rapping rampage, that'll gain me things like fandom, clapping, and stage!Or maybe not... Since this thing's just a hobby that's driving me more crazy than relationships with Bobby.(Bobby Brown) E-Beef in the air, and it's filling my lungs when I inhale. So when I exhale, my next action is to impale the next cat talking smack about him having a gat. When in reality, he's a net-G borderlining wack. See, I aint gotta front because I like chillin' in the back. Laying in the cut like Neosporin, watching these kid's yakity yak. But when they talk back, I can't help but crack a smile. Because the moronic serves as entertainment with their useless style. But sometimes I've gotta go offense, and sonic boom like Guile, just to prove I'm way ahead of the game by a mile. And it's a shame, because rhyming is all games to Jaiden. But I'm still electrifying like Raiden as the "serious" start fadin'. See, I can rock to shop boyz or turn up some Iron Maiden Artistic critic by nature, it's maddu's paper's I'm gradin stereotypes like lights and biased prejudging tykes ride below my radar like tricked out low-rider bikes This is for mi raza, para mi corazon, rompes mi cuerpo no stress 'cause my spirit's made of stone Don't call me Mexicana, Puertorriquena won't condone Don't call me young blood just 'cause I'm not grown A Bajaan chica for life in case you didn't know It's not all about looks 'cause bad blood will show W.I. like conkies, bakin sweet corn pon Rihanna ain't got nothin, she's just a Barbadian loan. *Nas- Get Down* Loan... Something that a man will take out Kinda like some Chinese, eyes look baked out When the smoke fills the air, I took it there Only cause I'm flyer than Delta chairs... you call em Seats... I call 'em where I place my a** at Southern accent makes it sound like assets Which would be on the same lines as a loan But not on the same lines in this song One's at one the other one sits at seven Six depicts a place too close to heaven Yet so far away. Like brighter days when the Sun is out. You want brighter? Try a cave. Live under a rock and miss my short reign. In relation to the lord's true regime. And Yes in my voice that sorta rhymes with rain. Sun. Reign. Get it? Clean. Mayne, I just need to stop it. Objects At my disposal. Look how I rob s**t Of their meanings and get perverted Yet still connect I'm Mista Circuit Took time off but the s**t was worthless Nobody caught up to Mista Perfect.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 8:47 am
Syllvurr jceaz Oh s**t, she said "Step ya game up *****, you wack as rofl Must be... @ Mandarr This is a cypher, not audio or a battle, Dont expect anyones best in here... THe cypher thread is my grounds for a lyrical bragfest....Yes, I have bragging rights mrgreen -Tshhch- Back to regulary scheduled programming
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 12:05 pm
Mandarr 3.0 Syllvurr jceaz Oh s**t, she said "Step ya game up *****, you wack as rofl Must be... @ Mandarr This is a cypher, not audio or a battle, Dont expect anyones best in here... THe cypher thread is my grounds for a lyrical bragfest....Yes, I have bragging rights mrgreen -Tshhch- Back to regulary scheduled programming OH!! OOOHHHH He said " Shut the ******** up"! You gonna just take that?
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 1:58 pm
jceaz Mandarr 3.0 Syllvurr jceaz Oh s**t, she said "Step ya game up *****, you wack as rofl Must be... @ Mandarr This is a cypher, not audio or a battle, Dont expect anyones best in here... THe cypher thread is my grounds for a lyrical bragfest....Yes, I have bragging rights mrgreen -Tshhch- Back to regulary scheduled programming OH!! OOOHHHH He said " Shut the ******** up"! You gonna just take that? Why are you goading everyone? He didn't say that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 2:06 pm
Just ignore him, works for me and Teezy.
Ceaz, your next post better be a cypher.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 2:20 pm
Syllvurr Just ignore him, works for me and Teezy. Ceaz, your next post better be a cypher. tengo un preguto... Where's Kingsborough? I have an idea, but I'm prob way off.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 3:17 pm
Mandarr 3.0 Syllvurr Just ignore him, works for me and Teezy. Ceaz, your next post better be a cypher. tengo un preguto... Where's Kingsborough? I have an idea, but I'm prob way off. Where esle? Brooklyn!!!
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 4:20 pm
Syllvurr Mandarr 3.0 Syllvurr Just ignore him, works for me and Teezy. Ceaz, your next post better be a cypher. tengo un preguto... Where's Kingsborough? I have an idea, but I'm prob way off. Where esle? Brooklyn!!!hosht I was right XD I don't think I've ever been over there though, I mostly stay in Uttica and St. Johns...
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