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 Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:39 am
Zo Mo xox__iLuv u more cookiez get yo a** in the guild, or you'll end up a loser real fast Your like a high school drop out, without class So you kick it at yo pad every day of the week Redefining a poarch monkey on a NY street You say your livin life to the fullest but your sellin weed and gettin high Waitin for the day you slip and get caught in a drive by Sure make a lot of paper but none of this is lagit Find your loungs decaying but you dont give a s**t This is your life and you swear your livin it well Repentin durring church but your still goin to hell So do what it do my brutha, live out the rest of your days Bucasue nobody hears you, thinking what your doin is just a phase In truth a grave digger couldnt do more dirt than yo crew Doesnt really matter cuz it'll be the end of you ay yo loser, dis was a cypher thread, but if u wanna go there lil ***** it izz wat it izz ________________________________________________ doesn't matter when i make yah face splatter what a disaster lyrical hammer im waved like a banner, represent, lil ***** u homeless, live in a tent lil b***h ***** take a hint: shoot yah up wit mah rifle take my own King title read rhymes like a brand new testament bible i shall be your new idol i got yo girl suicido ask yah woman about me i probably got her mesmerized-o i know nobody aint tryna ride tho can i get lil moma super-sized yo? and wit dem milk shakes would u like a couple fries hoe? i love tha way she stare at me wit sexual eyes i was dat girls big logo i was like homie i gotta go yo when i spit yo mouth drop down like emo preachers in a church i may be ridin dirty but u cant find s**t tell tha police do a search i'll leave you down in tha earth lil ***** im ill as a senior because mah spit so sick dat izz dead anyone challengin me gets thrown away like old, moldy bread dis ***** hangin on a line like invisible thread hangin over the grand canyon, juss as i said not much for my lyrics to cut yo thread and leave yah dead and chea, anytime i spit niggaz faces turn red if u tryna take mahh woman imma tell u go head 'cuz im probably ahead, on the next woman instead now hate on dis s**t i got but dont 4get whatchu read 'cuz ill cross u niggaz out like lyrical lead
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 10:15 am
xox__iLuv u more cookiez Zo Mo xox__iLuv u more cookiez get yo a** in the guild, or you'll end up a loser real fast Your like a high school drop out, without class So you kick it at yo pad every day of the week Redefining a poarch monkey on a NY street You say your livin life to the fullest but your sellin weed and gettin high Waitin for the day you slip and get caught in a drive by Sure make a lot of paper but none of this is lagit Find your loungs decaying but you dont give a s**t This is your life and you swear your livin it well Repentin durring church but your still goin to hell So do what it do my brutha, live out the rest of your days Bucasue nobody hears you, thinking what your doin is just a phase In truth a grave digger couldnt do more dirt than yo crew Doesnt really matter cuz it'll be the end of you ay yo loser, dis was a cypher thread, but if u wanna go there lil ***** it izz wat it izz ________________________________________________ doesn't matter when i make yah face splatter what a disaster lyrical hammer im waved like a banner, represent, lil ***** u homeless, live in a tent lil b***h ***** take a hint: shoot yah up wit mah rifle take my own King title read rhymes like a brand new testament bible i shall be your new idol i got yo girl suicido ask yah woman about me i probably got her mesmerized-o i know nobody aint tryna ride tho can i get lil moma super-sized yo? and wit dem milk shakes would u like a couple fries hoe? i love tha way she stare at me wit sexual eyes i was dat girls big logo i was like homie i gotta go yo when i spit yo mouth drop down like emo preachers in a church i may be ridin dirty but u cant find s**t tell tha police do a search i'll leave you down in tha earth lil ***** im ill as a senior because mah spit so sick dat izz dead anyone challengin me gets thrown away like old, moldy bread dis ***** hangin on a line like invisible thread hangin over the grand canyon, juss as i said not much for my lyrics to cut yo thread and leave yah dead and chea, anytime i spit niggaz faces turn red if u tryna take mahh woman imma tell u go head 'cuz im probably ahead, on the next woman instead now hate on dis s**t i got but dont 4get whatchu read 'cuz ill cross u niggaz out like lyrical lead I'm rusty as hell......... Use a pen instead to devour the satirical dead Pencils erase and stencils trace where the spiritual tread Infestin the very grounds/ the lyrical seeds die here I hate digestin these scary sounds I hear So I stabbed the evil-doers with a hidden mic like Altair The rapper's creed allows my deeds to be atoned for I live like tenchu z my mic's a honed sword I use the secret arts to the kill the enemy/ their hearts pour Scolls of lies/ the epitome of deceit/ spittin dark lores Speakin of the hoes they ******** and shows they stuck But what about reality? Zion where fa sho they suck Like an oreck being powered by a vortex Wrappin their tongue around fabrication givin up the cortex that's all i got...i'll start makin sense soon...maybe
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 9:08 am
Vicious_da_Cannibal xox__iLuv u more cookiez Zo Mo xox__iLuv u more cookiez get yo a** in the guild, or you'll end up a loser real fast Your like a high school drop out, without class So you kick it at yo pad every day of the week Redefining a poarch monkey on a NY street You say your livin life to the fullest but your sellin weed and gettin high Waitin for the day you slip and get caught in a drive by Sure make a lot of paper but none of this is lagit Find your loungs decaying but you dont give a s**t This is your life and you swear your livin it well Repentin durring church but your still goin to hell So do what it do my brutha, live out the rest of your days Bucasue nobody hears you, thinking what your doin is just a phase In truth a grave digger couldnt do more dirt than yo crew Doesnt really matter cuz it'll be the end of you ay yo loser, dis was a cypher thread, but if u wanna go there lil ***** it izz wat it izz ________________________________________________ doesn't matter when i make yah face splatter what a disaster lyrical hammer im waved like a banner, represent, lil ***** u homeless, live in a tent lil b***h ***** take a hint: shoot yah up wit mah rifle take my own King title read rhymes like a brand new testament bible i shall be your new idol i got yo girl suicido ask yah woman about me i probably got her mesmerized-o i know nobody aint tryna ride tho can i get lil moma super-sized yo? and wit dem milk shakes would u like a couple fries hoe? i love tha way she stare at me wit sexual eyes i was dat girls big logo i was like homie i gotta go yo when i spit yo mouth drop down like emo preachers in a church i may be ridin dirty but u cant find s**t tell tha police do a search i'll leave you down in tha earth lil ***** im ill as a senior because mah spit so sick dat izz dead anyone challengin me gets thrown away like old, moldy bread dis ***** hangin on a line like invisible thread hangin over the grand canyon, juss as i said not much for my lyrics to cut yo thread and leave yah dead and chea, anytime i spit niggaz faces turn red if u tryna take mahh woman imma tell u go head 'cuz im probably ahead, on the next woman instead now hate on dis s**t i got but dont 4get whatchu read 'cuz ill cross u niggaz out like lyrical lead I'm rusty as hell......... Use a pen instead to devour the satirical dead Pencils erase and stencils trace where the spiritual tread Infestin the very grounds/ the lyrical seeds die here I hate digestin these scary sounds I hear So I stabbed the evil-doers with a hidden mic like Altair The rapper's creed allows my deeds to be atoned for I live like tenchu z my mic's a honed sword I use the secret arts to the kill the enemy/ their hearts pour Scolls of lies/ the epitome of deceit/ spittin dark lores Speakin of the hoes they ******** and shows they stuck But what about reality? Zion where fa sho they suck Like an oreck being powered by a vortex Wrappin their tongue around fabrication givin up the cortex that's all i got...i'll start makin sense soon...maybe Wades of omens and portents The offense of lucrative lies lubricated to sting like fires the slaps of echoes lost in the furrows, deep below the surface of masks piled to the heap ready for the burning fueling the oven of consumation for those lost and desecrated souls you reap soul sold for cheap damned in the hollow of once watch-full liquid bowls once the depth percepters of the inner can barely percieve the depth without in all senses lips crushed to tenses Dead. Spattered the red, droplets of torn roses, thornless, fall like liquid hope-less-ness the address, area code of your black distress confess, taken the hip-hop-ocratic oath sworn to defend the art of rhyme yet gone off the deep end for too long a time fell off my grind tottered over the precipice of defeat yet climbed in triumph back to the steadiness of my own faltering feet I stand tall, and blow the winds of carrion carrying-on words, winged below the breadth of stealth, the justified dark ninja ready to snatch from you the mic, take the right mic, brandished and made to be mine thrumed through the porous rock, my skin MY TIME, MY RHYME, My out-run signature line drape independence in steady lightening my words switch like fists, they frightening, fighting to keep the light from tightening, from the caper, falter, flicker, stick. Ungraspable, with this mind I convert simple fractures to fissures of reality, the BREAK-through. ((It's been TOO long, and I'm sorry for writing like I'm going to die tomorrow, but I just couldn't stop ^_^+))
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 8:56 am
Mandarr 3.0 Vicious_da_Cannibal xox__iLuv u more cookiez Zo Mo xox__iLuv u more cookiez get yo a** in the guild, or you'll end up a loser real fast Your like a high school drop out, without class So you kick it at yo pad every day of the week Redefining a poarch monkey on a NY street You say your livin life to the fullest but your sellin weed and gettin high Waitin for the day you slip and get caught in a drive by Sure make a lot of paper but none of this is lagit Find your loungs decaying but you dont give a s**t This is your life and you swear your livin it well Repentin durring church but your still goin to hell So do what it do my brutha, live out the rest of your days Bucasue nobody hears you, thinking what your doin is just a phase In truth a grave digger couldnt do more dirt than yo crew Doesnt really matter cuz it'll be the end of you ay yo loser, dis was a cypher thread, but if u wanna go there lil ***** it izz wat it izz ________________________________________________ doesn't matter when i make yah face splatter what a disaster lyrical hammer im waved like a banner, represent, lil ***** u homeless, live in a tent lil b***h ***** take a hint: shoot yah up wit mah rifle take my own King title read rhymes like a brand new testament bible i shall be your new idol i got yo girl suicido ask yah woman about me i probably got her mesmerized-o i know nobody aint tryna ride tho can i get lil moma super-sized yo? and wit dem milk shakes would u like a couple fries hoe? i love tha way she stare at me wit sexual eyes i was dat girls big logo i was like homie i gotta go yo when i spit yo mouth drop down like emo preachers in a church i may be ridin dirty but u cant find s**t tell tha police do a search i'll leave you down in tha earth lil ***** im ill as a senior because mah spit so sick dat izz dead anyone challengin me gets thrown away like old, moldy bread dis ***** hangin on a line like invisible thread hangin over the grand canyon, juss as i said not much for my lyrics to cut yo thread and leave yah dead and chea, anytime i spit niggaz faces turn red if u tryna take mahh woman imma tell u go head 'cuz im probably ahead, on the next woman instead now hate on dis s**t i got but dont 4get whatchu read 'cuz ill cross u niggaz out like lyrical lead I'm rusty as hell......... Use a pen instead to devour the satirical dead Pencils erase and stencils trace where the spiritual tread Infestin the very grounds/ the lyrical seeds die here I hate digestin these scary sounds I hear So I stabbed the evil-doers with a hidden mic like Altair The rapper's creed allows my deeds to be atoned for I live like tenchu z my mic's a honed sword I use the secret arts to the kill the enemy/ their hearts pour Scolls of lies/ the epitome of deceit/ spittin dark lores Speakin of the hoes they ******** and shows they stuck But what about reality? Zion where fa sho they suck Like an oreck being powered by a vortex Wrappin their tongue around fabrication givin up the cortex that's all i got...i'll start makin sense soon...maybe Wades of omens and portents The offense of lucrative lies lubricated to sting like fires the slaps of echoes lost in the furrows, deep below the surface of masks piled to the heap ready for the burning fueling the oven of consumation for those lost and desecrated souls you reap soul sold for cheap damned in the hollow of once watch-full liquid bowls once the depth percepters of the inner can barely percieve the depth without in all senses lips crushed to tenses Dead. Spattered the red, droplets of torn roses, thornless, fall like liquid hope-less-ness the address, area code of your black distress confess, taken the hip-hop-ocratic oath sworn to defend the art of rhyme yet gone off the deep end for too long a time fell off my grind tottered over the precipice of defeat yet climbed in triumph back to the steadiness of my own faltering feet I stand tall, and blow the winds of carrion carrying-on words, winged below the breadth of stealth, the justified dark ninja ready to snatch from you the mic, take the right mic, brandished and made to be mine thrumed through the porous rock, my skin MY TIME, MY RHYME, My out-run signature line drape independence in steady lightening my words switch like fists, they frightening, fighting to keep the light from tightening, from the caper, falter, flicker, stick. Ungraspable, with this mind I convert simple fractures to fissures of reality, the BREAK-through. ((It's been TOO long, and I'm sorry for writing like I'm going to die tomorrow, but I just couldn't stop ^_^+)) DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!! I NEED MY DAILY CYPHER!!! WITHOUT IT, I DIE U_U *twitch, TWITCH* sweatdrop whee
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 1:47 am
xox__iLuv u more cookiez Zo Mo xox__iLuv u more cookiez get yo a** in the guild, or you'll end up a loser real fast Your like a high school drop out, without class So you kick it at yo pad every day of the week Redefining a poarch monkey on a NY street You say your livin life to the fullest but your sellin weed and gettin high Waitin for the day you slip and get caught in a drive by Sure make a lot of paper but none of this is lagit Find your loungs decaying but you dont give a s**t This is your life and you swear your livin it well Repentin durring church but your still goin to hell So do what it do my brutha, live out the rest of your days Bucasue nobody hears you, thinking what your doin is just a phase In truth a grave digger couldnt do more dirt than yo crew Doesnt really matter cuz it'll be the end of you ay yo loser, dis was a cypher thread, but if u wanna go there lil ***** it izz wat it izz ________________________________________________ doesn't matter when i make yah face splatter what a disaster lyrical hammer im waved like a banner, represent, lil ***** u homeless, live in a tent lil b***h ***** take a hint: shoot yah up wit mah rifle take my own King title read rhymes like a brand new testament bible i shall be your new idol i got yo girl suicido ask yah woman about me i probably got her mesmerized-o i know nobody aint tryna ride tho can i get lil moma super-sized yo? and wit dem milk shakes would u like a couple fries hoe? i love tha way she stare at me wit sexual eyes i was dat girls big logo i was like homie i gotta go yo when i spit yo mouth drop down like emo preachers in a church i may be ridin dirty but u cant find s**t tell tha police do a search i'll leave you down in tha earth lil ***** im ill as a senior because mah spit so sick dat izz dead anyone challengin me gets thrown away like old, moldy bread dis ***** hangin on a line like invisible thread hangin over the grand canyon, juss as i said not much for my lyrics to cut yo thread and leave yah dead and chea, anytime i spit niggaz faces turn red if u tryna take mahh woman imma tell u go head 'cuz im probably ahead, on the next woman instead now hate on dis s**t i got but dont 4get whatchu read 'cuz ill cross u niggaz out like lyrical lead Do you really think im that stupid? if I was gunna dis it sure as hell wouldnt be in this forum. In any case, it wasnt directed at anyone so get your facts straight bruh. It aint what you say it "izz" or what you think it is so dont try to be about the bull s**t where you think you know my intentions but have no proof. but whatever, thats my five cents on that .
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 4:19 pm
but whatever, thats my five cents on that .
you call that writting raps?
Homie you bite tracks like Mike Tyson in a fightin' match/
But homie, I'm keeping it real and always original
Spitting eliptical lyrics sperical as gifts that you write on your christmas giftlist to kids around the world/
[Two seconds off nonsense ^__^ Just getting back in the groove b's.]
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:57 pm
FOREVER DOWNFALL but whatever, thats my five cents on that . you call that writting raps? Homie you bite tracks like Mike Tyson in a fightin' match/ But homie, I'm keeping it real and always original Spitting eliptical lyrics sperical as gifts that you write on your christmas giftlist to kids around the world/ [Two seconds off nonsense ^__^ Just getting back in the groove b's.] but i'm the scrooge of the game so gimme my s**t back, i took a minute for some air, but i'm back so its a wrap, my train got derailed i need to get back on this track, this game's opinionized its times for you to face the facts, i'm the reason that you even speak of s**t today, i am the one who should be given all the fame, my flow ancient like the waters moving through all of Eden, I only got 55 million so don't think that i'm even,l you've been hanging out with more squares than a rubix cube, but don't worry they won't forget you, you got youtube, you only apply to the people that are pleaseable, but my flow is like ******** unbelievable.... (man that was weak its been a sec since i've been up. i'll try l8r)
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:19 pm
Yooooooooooo...................
No one even RESPOOOOONDED to my ish...............
And now I'm out of the grooooooooove!
I need some praaaaaaactice-
((I'm in Brooklyn at the moment, and for some reason, we elongate our vowels. Don't ask me why, but it's gettin' to meh. burning_eyes ))
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 3:55 am
MC_Original FOREVER DOWNFALL but whatever, thats my five cents on that . you call that writting raps? Homie you bite tracks like Mike Tyson in a fightin' match/ But homie, I'm keeping it real and always original Spitting eliptical lyrics sperical as gifts that you write on your christmas giftlist to kids around the world/ [Two seconds off nonsense ^__^ Just getting back in the groove b's.] but i'm the scrooge of the game so gimme my s**t back, i took a minute for some air, but i'm back so its a wrap, my train got derailed i need to get back on this track, this game's opinionized its times for you to face the facts, i'm the reason that you even speak of s**t today, i am the one who should be given all the fame, my flow ancient like the waters moving through all of Eden, I only got 55 million so don't think that i'm even,l you've been hanging out with more squares than a rubix cube, but don't worry they won't forget you, you got youtube, you only apply to the people that are pleaseable, but my flow is like ******** unbelievable.... (man that was weak its been a sec since i've been up. i'll try l8r) What's unbelievable is my flow. Victory's feasible when the Stryker's competing. What's unachievable is a plot to take my title. Stryker's the sickest! Go and ask Jehovah, even he's a witness. Aint no stoppin' this cat. Think you blockin me, mice? I spit so much game, my saliva's Monopoly dice. You know I can be versatile. Many styles to choose from. And armed with punches that'll leave ya bruised, son. A battle with me, homie? I'll lose none. Ya entire group against me, your crew's done. You can never harm me. I'ma one-man army. Getting by on my skill, not a good-luck charm, G.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 3:57 am
Jaiden Stryker MC_Original FOREVER DOWNFALL but whatever, thats my five cents on that . you call that writting raps? Homie you bite tracks like Mike Tyson in a fightin' match/ But homie, I'm keeping it real and always original Spitting eliptical lyrics sperical as gifts that you write on your christmas giftlist to kids around the world/ [Two seconds off nonsense ^__^ Just getting back in the groove b's.] but i'm the scrooge of the game so gimme my s**t back, i took a minute for some air, but i'm back so its a wrap, my train got derailed i need to get back on this track, this game's opinionized its times for you to face the facts, i'm the reason that you even speak of s**t today, i am the one who should be given all the fame, my flow ancient like the waters moving through all of Eden, I only got 55 million so don't think that i'm even,l you've been hanging out with more squares than a rubix cube, but don't worry they won't forget you, you got youtube, you only apply to the people that are pleaseable, but my flow is like ******** unbelievable.... (man that was weak its been a sec since i've been up. i'll try l8r) What's unbelievable is my flow. Victory's feasible when the Stryker's competing. What's unachievable is a plot to take my title. Stryker's the sickest! Go and ask Jehovah, even he's a witness. Aint no stoppin' this cat. Think you blockin me, mice? I spit so much game, my saliva's Monopoly dice. You know I can be versatile. Many styles to choose from. And armed with punches that'll leave ya bruised, son. A battle with me, homie? I'll lose none. Ya entire group against me, your crew's done. You can never harm me. I'ma one-man army. Getting by on my skill, not a good-luck charm, G. don't need a good-luck charm when you stay armed, see? armed with the heat of my punches. who got you alarmed? P! organize firedrills all you want. I'm burnin up classes cuz the school systems in the hood is failing the masses. teachers don't care, just collectin their hours. principal not tryin to give ya a chance, just abusin powers. graffiti in books written big with every hood in existance. no replacements. they say graduation's too far a distance. society's given up on urban youth. who hears our cries? we even bring each other down. our own demise.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 5:57 pm
Phoenix Fist we even bring each other down. our own demise. As i sip from a cup of cyanide I smile with pride A new world of hate and distortion on the rise If I gave a ********, id run an' hide But I lost my mind n' dun give a ******** if i died. You never gave a ********, so why should I? This life in the end doesnt mean a ******** thing If you care to differ, you must be loopier than saturn's rings. Cuz you aint s**t unless you got a dream. If you dont chase it you must be obscene otherwise youll never see what it has to bring -To the table And nope that wasnt a fable So get off yo a** and hasten up snail Im the man came to the deliver this mail You may be a dog, but you chasin ur own tail And if you come at me wrong, believe you gonna fail Ill ******** you over worse than what Cain did to Able Whats the matta *****? You look a little pale. -btw, I can guarntee that was Zo wasnt directing that anyone. :/ shows who has been to real life cyphers. you just go wit the flow and wherever your mind takes you. disrespect is hardly ever intended unless pointed out or directly attacking-
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 3:33 pm
cypher thread and ever ***** in here tryin to talk s**t
dissin each other in every spit
not everything is battle, just cuz it was directed at you
so someone pointed a finger, go cry b***h boo hoo
it's a cypher thread and im still tryin to decide
you people are lettin the beef get to your head will this get better over time
cuz if all your all gonna do is bicker a talk s**t like bitches
im gonna change the name of this thread to battle of the trickness
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Jaiden Stryker Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 4:03 am
lil puppet x3 cypher thread and ever ***** in here tryin to talk s**t dissin each other in every spit not everything is battle, just cuz it was directed at you so someone pointed a finger, go cry b***h boo hoo it's a cypher thread and im still tryin to decide you people are lettin the beef get to your head will this get better over time cuz if all your all gonna do is bicker a talk s**t like bitches im gonna change the name of this thread to battle of the trickness And if too many cats fall to the trickness sickness, I'ma have to lay the pimphand on 'em wit a quickness. Been here before. So if ya'll think I act regally, it's because my methods are malpractice. I operate illegally. I've heard everything, so nothing can be said to hurt me. But if ya'll try, I'll be up in ya a** like a murphy. Rhyming is fun, so feel free to partake. And if your name is mentioned, screw the heartache. People will say what they say. Just to entertain. So treat the cypher like the dragon, and enter mayne.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 12:03 pm
Jaiden Stryker lil puppet x3 cypher thread and ever ***** in here tryin to talk s**t dissin each other in every spit not everything is battle, just cuz it was directed at you so someone pointed a finger, go cry b***h boo hoo it's a cypher thread and im still tryin to decide you people are lettin the beef get to your head will this get better over time cuz if all your all gonna do is bicker a talk s**t like bitches im gonna change the name of this thread to battle of the trickness And if too many cats fall to the trickness sickness, I'ma have to lay the pimphand on 'em wit a quickness. Been here before. So if ya'll think I act regally, it's because my methods are malpractice. I operate illegally. I've heard everything, so nothing can be said to hurt me. But if ya'll try, I'll be up in ya a** like a murphy. Rhyming is fun, so feel free to partake. And if your name is mentioned, screw the heartache. People will say what they say. Just to entertain. So treat the cypher like the dragon, and enter mayne. So treat the cypher like the dragon, and enter mayne? Thats as whack as Bruce Waynes mom. So stand back and whatch as I drop a bomb on this crowed, it's going to be so loud. You can here it for miles around, to town to town. Like lightining, i'll strike you with my wicked fighting. With my hightend senses i'll strike with vast precision.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:19 pm
kirkman1990 Jaiden Stryker lil puppet x3 cypher thread and ever ***** in here tryin to talk s**t dissin each other in every spit not everything is battle, just cuz it was directed at you so someone pointed a finger, go cry b***h boo hoo it's a cypher thread and im still tryin to decide you people are lettin the beef get to your head will this get better over time cuz if all your all gonna do is bicker a talk s**t like bitches im gonna change the name of this thread to battle of the trickness And if too many cats fall to the trickness sickness, I'ma have to lay the pimphand on 'em wit a quickness. Been here before. So if ya'll think I act regally, it's because my methods are malpractice. I operate illegally. I've heard everything, so nothing can be said to hurt me. But if ya'll try, I'll be up in ya a** like a murphy. Rhyming is fun, so feel free to partake. And if your name is mentioned, screw the heartache. People will say what they say. Just to entertain. So treat the cypher like the dragon, and enter mayne. So treat the cypher like the dragon, and enter mayne? Thats as whack as Bruce Waynes mom. So stand back and whatch as I drop a bomb on this crowed, it's going to be so loud. You can here it for miles around, to town to town. Like lightining, i'll strike you with my wicked fighting. With my hightend senses i'll strike with vast precision. wtf!?! lololol
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