JD, Split, and VGN

I can haz cypher now?

 

You want it now ? right here ? ;3

 

Yes I do .

 

Go ahead.

 

Alright, go do it up .

 

I spit like split with a triple lip
You can push all you want but I wont't tip a bit
Get a grip, before you all get ripped
In this trip to hell, you won't live to tell
Unless you can un-spell the spell of doom
The smell of dead bodies in my room
The fumes so sick, you can hear the blood drip
What a trip

 

The Game is late, but you can call me it's hall pass
Calling rappers cavemen because people think we're stuck in the past
I laugh and agree only because I think we've just begun
And have a long way ahead of us before we're done
It takes skill to rap without a rhyming dictionary
Freestyle about God after church in the sanctuary
Call us a Legion few and proud
I don't even call it rap, I call it thinking out loud.

 

This thread is very sexy.

 

I take a legion and make it a cult
It's like sugar with hidden grains of salt
But it's not a fault, "it's a trap"
Quoting Ackbar
I love how these *****s try to act hard
But they far from the level of hard
That's required to be in my front yard
So I spare with the mirror, since it's on my ****
But he always wants to spit whenever I spit
I tellem stop, he says that too
So while I get him I pass the mic to you

 

I take back the mic which really is just my keyboard
Which lets me click letters and form them into words
Which turns to bars full of crack
Manifest that into bars full of fiya
Which would have been useful if the smoke made me higher
To touch the heavens above me
Take photos cause its lovely
So that I can prove to these atheists
That God exists
And even spartans will scream that this is madness.

 

Look into the holy man's eyes is he holy?
Or does he work solely for gain only?
If so put led where his soul be
And when he asks why, tell him "God told me"
I once was a good man, but that's the old me
Now I do evils and write them in poetry
So if ye desire I can kill ye slowly

And now, Reverse and D-profit are live. I'm out.

 

Yo, I am taking at crack at the mic yo yo.
Now that this bad boy here we can start the show.
I am new a rapping, but man don't trip
I can kick your *** faster than a waiteress can get a tip.
With her hot booty *** staring me in the face
I am always ready to go her pace.
Do you want it slow?
Do you want it hot?
Come *****es show me what you got
My body ain't just fo-show
It plays a plot
For lovin' and pleasn
Man girl stop your teason'
And give me some pleason'

 

What do you mean by that?

 

DJ SCRATCH BACKKKKKKK

Cypher booth precisely in lighted altitude
beware wear a mask to avoid the spread of the after flu
Next best thing, trying to put a bar where it's pillar
Forgeting that I'm the only one iller than these heartbreaks
who break heavyweight like Jerry Stiller, filler
at the moment I seem to be conjointed with notions
that leave me out of annotation and pulled toward the motion
Of steady rapping, beating like fight club,
as the heat of a match dumbed and
left me for the harmony of music to blast from
Let the next best step up .

 

Bombing radio stations like a soundwave terrorist
Plug on ear muffs to muff your ears to not hear this
Denial sinacally warps reality through music
I ain't even rapping no more, I'm telling you what I'm doing
Wrapping raps in your ear to hear some
Hits to hit your ear and bang it like an ear drum
But bang it slowly because they can't comprehend it
If I had a choice I would make every word I spit be my life sentence

A cypher is a circle of rappers freestyling, or rapping off of the top of their heads.

 

NO hype is necessary, because you're secondary
dead man walking, let me point ya to the cemetary
I'll get ya bitch wet not just cause you sobbin'
you got jokes well I'm combonation of batman and robin
there's a lot of rookies out there, and there are many who
will soon rap at a veteran level when I already do
and you know my style is known for lethal
so I'm sittin of the streets like homeless people
I'll crack ya dome and eat chu...prediction
I'll write a book on how to crush ya, I'll make it non-fiction

 

VGN got it playing like electric guitar
with a symphony of bars I spit until I fall apart,
a start from the best, shout to cam for the first part
what the fuk, had it killed before the third page starts
I leave it wondering if it was the right test if I really poured the henny
Now, I'm ready to kill like murderer with a flow thats murderous and
keep my words so ludacris that im disturbing the peacee!
And i keep the words to my teeth, and left the brain to stutter
and have the lyrics on blast in the streets
enough of the same thang we jangling old bangs, with hip hop lead to some old plane
thats deserted in all range,
but I seem to leave a versatility utility in the back next to tree that Adam ate at,
beleive it when I say I fell apart to say that.