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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:24 pm
Okay, for those of you who don't know, Cyphers have been conducted by rappers since, well, rap began. The purpose of a cypher is for every member of ther cypher to put forth a few bars adding to the flow of the original piece.
Okay, now for lyrical cyphers. I will start it, but each person maye continue to either flow off of my previous rhyme with the last kine in my bar. For example:
This is from a cypher in the rap/hip-hop/r&b forum. Something I wrote a couple of months ago where I rhymed using the last line of the person ahead of me.PandaXprass I am an apparition that appears in your nightmares A beast of demolition creeping at you while you're unaware Tidal wave retaliating for your every splish splash I've made a gash with a slash of vigor Your every thrash makes you look like dinner Your inner being is a well of pain Now insane you strain to hobble off Cuz I've refrained to finish the job Whoever's next, whoever's ready I'm the baddest able rapper You know you're a fool to take me "You know you're a fool to take me"
I take thee and break thee I'm patiently waiting, In the woodworks I'll burn this emcee, wood works...
Be cautioned this could hurt, hit the lighter flu-id first burn em wit text, next the authors and writers say good work don't call me a pyro, but I do like knives tho ***** I'M CRAZY!!! just kidding... Sike-O (psycho)
The knife flows into skin real nice tho Nice, but I dislike the blood on my nikes tho "No way, I did away with that white b***h? you don't say.." now to end this session, the previous a confession, by the way, the name's OJOKay. Get it? You don't have to necessarily rap, it can be spoken word or something of that nature. This is just something fun to pass the time for my fellow lyricists.
Now for ruels: 1. No badmouthing people in the thread, try to be curteous and only give constructive criticism. 2. If you write in the cyper, try for atleast four lines 3. No battling. 4. This is a friendly thread, if you want to diss someone there's a seperate thread for that.
Alright, let's begin.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:32 pm
My mind's in a downward spiral like when divers drop cause like mark twain was and offensive lineman, I got writers block hope soon the dial pops on that master lock holding my thoughts withholding my drops, wont relinquish them if only it stops then knowing my props, my pen and paper... I finally release pretense and anger... in forms of words, a dense entange of rants and aimless... complaints and questions to my savior, maybe he gave me writers block for a reason...
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:46 pm
"Maybe He gave me writes block for a reason..."
But then i Think he gave me the Pleasin I got these hands and they got Me To strangle a b***h And get off free
so Fuel my rhymes and my fuel my hate Muh fuka this is the world which I create Down in the ground And up in the sky Bitches be fallin Just to catch My eye
See this s**t ho I aint yo meal ticket I keep my s**t fresh I keep it all wickit Drown my anger in the blood of the dark Runnin thru the streets Attack at a park
Mother ******** dead lying down cold Is this the end of what was new and old?
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:54 pm
"Is this the end of what was new and old?"
It may be. People ain't sayin the same things and that's the truth out with the old, since we're so "caught up" in the trends "usher" in the new The dance music, the crank thats and the jerkin fits a lyricists nightmare, can't believe I'm observing this I thought hip hop was impervious to wack artists sur-face-ing but I guess the new hot ticket is ***** spittin about wothless things...
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 2:58 pm
((this is fun))
"But i guess the new hot ticket is a ***** spittin about worthless things"
Now when we spit worthless we mean s**t like kong. Yall spittin bout hos and a money and a b***h in a thong
But yall forgot ya roots forgot ya s**t And b***h lookie now you bout to get hit Yall murderin yeah murderin ears god bless but im good b***h cuz i ******** know that im Fresh
Walk with yo click but man watch yo back Cuz b***h a** like you aint gonna live Cuz ya Wack Peep this s**t b***h we got you now beggin Me and this homie here Eyam_Legend (legen)
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:18 pm
[Deffinitely, I could do this for hours. Haha]
"Peep this s**t b***h we got you now beggin"
got this rap lesson, in this cyph session girls say im a catch "22" like "alex ovetchkin" look at my text then, visualize the next hit I sick of bitches claimin" they got the guns" like smith and weston b***h you're testin, verbally I'm guessin you've heard of me, cause then you'd know you'd never get the best of... Eyam_legend, yes I said it, I am Legend you heard me correct b***h... Ya *****'s funny, even if ya name was dougie, you'd never match my freshness...
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 3:33 pm
"ya *****'s funny, even if ya name was dougie, you'd never match my freshness"
Cuz b***h we da bestest Givin yo family the Need to ever be Lettin the bitches talk aint gonna scare me Here we come, here we go to the show givin it a one inch punch the fight blow by blow
Yall sit and listin while ill sit and bust Muh ******** know who the ******** is up And i got my s**t checked just so you get wrecked
End this s**t here niggas be talkin in fear Here we go Rippin heads off to the flow And i pass it on lets see this s**t Grow
Done again The Haters Passed (past)
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 1:48 am
"and I passed it on lets see this s**t grow..."
keepin it alive and letting it light up like a joint and glow/ Passin it around like passin a joint we keep this s**t goin/ dont need no poison like a weed we eventually keep growin/ s**t is slowin pass the mic like a twelve foot spike we all alike/ We all spread lyrics and drop lines i'm here to confuse and psych/ Get on yo bike and go shits like free flow tryin to keep low/
Shits done, pass it on!
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 9:10 pm
wake and bake to make dat cake, aint dat great aint dat tame, ******** wit me and im up in ya safe your vault, your place where your jewels get jaked dats how i get paid, by jukin these snakes, and now im on a wave of exposin these fakes lil wayne overplayed, and drakes so lame, kanyes gay but who am i to say, they all play follow da leader so im dissappointed in da game
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