Lyrical FLEX (Finish Wit Da Word) CYPHA 'NEW'

falling from above, I devour my competition
perpetual perfection, purely pristine position
real rhymes, adequate action is my creative composition.
definitely deadly, desperately drastic, driven definition.
keep the wisdom on your tongue and your ears to the prophets
teaching you something beyond how to pop-lockets.
you don't want to disrespect those who truly care.
their disappointment kills you ten times before the electric chair.
disapproval from those you admire causes mad depression
even the calmest ones' get to stressing,
live for a purpose like a fanatic apostle
meaningless lives get ended viciously, like the movie hostel.

New Word: Saginaw

rob this bitch with squeeze bottles of methanol
crumble faster the chewable tyleno
burn his nose, water his eyes
let it eat at his clothes
told ya once, ya fuck around
fall faster then dominos
your road is rockier then the flavour of Häagen-Dazs
im sorry...i cant end this rhyme....wtf is a saginaw?
lol.
next word: sneeze

I sneeze and chinese feel a breeze/
I've had bitches on my roster cleaner than febreeze/
I shit leaves, and leave pot heads filled with needs/
I've seen more titties than New Orleans has with beads/
I have reads and can sack anyone on a block/
Dump you in the water so there's no need for chalk/
With cement concrete attached while time lapse/
I make money stretch longer than giraffe/

something of an odyssey complicate things properly
your a mockery to the real thing take your property\ Attack sting killa bee
hitting hard with these\got tricks up the sleeve
make it hard for you to breath\your blood ooze bleed
my crew kuku thieves we get boku cheese \shoot up the place then leave
word to jeaze\ I’m to smooth please \ Write it out on loose leaf then spit it ah-chew sneeze
next word: hypocrisy

Adjust the rush surplus, destroying circuits..
Caged rivals battle circus, heads this sir cuts..
Cuffed hands to mic stands, catch the Pan-am lift-off..
impacts explosive degree, burn ya lips off..
never hit soft, emcee's knocked backwards
words criss cross..
just floss, i toss bodies off stages..
Coming of ages, relentless rap rages..
Lines hot once jotted down they cremate pages..
Keep razors, erase ya squadron wit guages..
Sawed off lines , line for line trailblazer..
Player iv'e never been, wasteland veteran..
Kneck decorated with the weed logo, my medicine..
B.i. you meddle in, better guard ya chin..
Deflect the blows pro, or else ya head will spin..
Unstoppable wins in this hip-hop monopoly..
Someone popping me that's hypocrisy..

Next word: iguana

when lava flows get released its hard to keep these gates shut/
no way to keep this cooled down I run a muck/
all over the track I'm dippin..../
between the 8th bar and the 16th....rippin/
you so called hardcore, wannabees who can't endure/
thought y'all had me boxed out for sure/
but I hand out laced upped treats at your nearest candy store/
100 percent of my addictive, potent elixir/
that's pure....../
causing syntax error/
prepare for the terror/
my mic cord has barbs that sever/
ya neck/
no way to protect/
when I select/
a style that connects/
360 degrees perfect/
united against all every one of my personalities combine/
forming like a whirlwind and attaching like some kind of perverse slime/
symbiotic life force moving like a million piranhas/
even if you murk one we grow back like limbs on an iguana/



n/w=kite


just some early morning shit while drinking some coffee lol

Get off cave man talk shit, i'm on langston's level
A Heavenly sent assassin, armed to shank the devil with passion
I'm on the rise like the gas and,
When i hit the top, that's when you first heard the streets blast'in
Cuz its alot younger niggas out here that's jealous
Of they older brothers, but still the fact remains that i'm the killa
I don't need a garbage man, i'll take you out my self
I tolda fucker i forever hold my titles, but i'm take'in off my belts
Give'in em that ass whip whip, before that click click
make his soul slightly lighter than air and float with the kites...

N/W: Motion

still soakin from tokin, leak smoke turnin wet dreams into oceans
cepts the mastermind behind bars like old ghosts stuck in Fulsom
narcotic soldier growin colder cause most possers spillin potions
been illin with some shoguns downloadin modems with explosives
married to the game honeymoonin assumin you fags on knees without propsin
dopin up Roland jerkin pole swollen watchin OMEN
i toldem stop throwin broken nut seeds sticky flowin
led the devils out his soul , with an axe gripped pose without motion


werd-chesterfield

tha god concept spits flows
and we watch his rhymes swing to and fro
cats keep their eyes pealed
we heal through mind tactics that you cant feel
i shield abtract thoughts that stay unconsealed
to niggaz busting they're nuts in chesterfield

N/W - purple

the kid is evil like a black david platt, cannonballs fill my nut sack
i bust and a bitch get a hole in her back
rush and attack on tracks, a konami tsunami
mcs get folded eight times like bengali born swamis
try me, the first hits a freebie
then next thing you see be
tweety birds circling your dome in 3-d
greedy when feeding off negative energy
your aura showed how you wanna decease and dismember me
even in a past tense from hence forth you doomed to remember me
of course i lack sense im from the blackest holes where pennies arent seen frequently
the murderdale block, niggaz aint got that work
we got that desperation like marcia cross and terri hatcher when snatchin' a purse
cant walk to the corner without iding a perp, its hurtful
emotional scars make my bars come out purple

n/w-tarot

my mind's blade reflects the sun's shade
while some say nothin, bums
conductin they slum trade, frontin
slumberin in my blunt tray,
them paid proclaims the first day of duck seazon
if I'm up and breathin, my pump's speakin
leavin chumps bleedin, slumped
over they truck's speakers
ya man's pumped up, heated
i crushed your team so easily
crumbled leaves smoked by pharoahs
5 rings,
enemies throw up paper tigers and scarecrows
but I'm prepared though
without havin to consult the cards of tarot

next word: consequences

hear me up, bro,
Here no more, even there
I saw, I knew there's no
fight to head for, no sign - keep 'em fine for my go.
Back's so tired over the spine.
Deeds are runnin' conscience of mine...
Stop.
Look .
Speak, but they won't leap
Ya neck, won't sleet
And the Blood won't leak,
The pain - It'll leave.
What they seek -
It'll come.
Just run till the sun,
My friend, reason why so frenzy is...
Ain't bark at ya cause they're consequences.

next werd: narrator

Fermex has arrived
Wolves beat on ma mind
I outshine the rest
Now, get back in line
The abstract kind
Is what i try to find
but cats cant work out my kung fu style
But ya'll catch me later
I'm the god piece creator
the greater of good
from the later translator
but your indecipherable so go and get a translator
while i bust out my flow, now listen to the narrator

N/W - magpie

have what I have?
two chopsticks, baby, just It
no rice to slick up, baby, not even it
when I was a child life was promising one
but now I am older - days swallow like pits
only two chopsticks in a moment of this
why the hell two, not even more?
god, what's happened before?
and fuck that today is tomorrow, yesterday,
now, at the moment It swallows
everything reaches, decreases in numbers,
follows the order
homosapiens die, live and spread out in corners
but everything they have is sorrow and boners
eatin' - chopsticks - instruments coroner's
trivial
closin' the eye, makin' excuses
everything fails, life is for losers
get high - the only true lie
get smile on ya ground face - pile
who am I? junkie? fuck that - a bird high in the sky, in the trees
just another dark piece, just another magpie

catch dis suckaz: curriculum

ayo jay cross, who's da boss, double cross,
Never loss my train of thought
We all stand, cock the right hand
throwing Mic's all across the scorched land
People fail to understand my lick's
But I never quit spitting these rhymes out
No doubt ya'll find something to shout about
shit here's something to use for your arsenal
I send lyrical parcel's that your mans try to sell as their own
And I've constantly shown, that my vigour is bigger than ma main man bone
So why dont you just phone home to mummy
Real rappers don't fray, incomplete comments dont weigh
now hows about you go and stick that on your curriculum vitae


next worded weapon - shawshank redemption

The devil mourned the day i was born
Torture my rivals on the norm with crowns of thorns
Flash torn, the victims rich kids on college dorms
Perform fatal rap forms, raise my flag then storm
Retire and collect my pension, my shaw-shank deadly in the redemption

nw-playlist

Damn! <- thy werd

flamin bones in a hata's midst
my eighth is chrome
what u sayin kid?
b4 i escape, pull aim and spit
catch a faceful of grits
play in court with chumps
my left hand supports the pump
while u sportin pumps
i blast pork punks to bacon bits
let u know whose place this is
tools in ya face, taste the tip
go ahead and pray to this
as my lead engraves satan's playlist to the side of ya head

next up: rubber gloves

2 Rap crude dudes, We never feud,
I only include the rhymes that you screwed
Up, and out, you'll bring doubts
But i repel them like a tank armour, but more hardcore
I have a surreal rapstyle, for which you never planned
I spread out equality all across the land
My rapstyle appeals so much i even steal all ya fans
So i wear rubber gloves to get no blood on ma hands

N/W - Butterfly

life type gutter
strike like thunder to the blind
my style like no others

times i wonder
when will i ever reach prime
seems I just get better

or they get dumber
or they just writing for they time
and my minds light years from it

wise and impactful
fortified funk for the masses
hope for the struggling classes
a light sent from another planet
absorbed by third eyes and life forms that found it
a cavemans candle
and butterfly to the damsel

....wow

new word = genesis

At first dark, then light sparks
Hark, the calling angels from all angels
Mangled Earth, bursts forth into worth
Dirt and mud, worked with blood
Create Man to stand, bipedal
But first fetal, seed'll green
Rocky terrain, water strains
And erupts, from top soil
Combined with heat, makes life boil
Toil with no end to this, call it Royal Genesis

n/w: bicycle

I make MC's go blind with my style that shines
So bright and unlined, ya'll get entwined
I define my tactics, like russian asthmatics
Starting all types of shit, all sorts of conflicts
'Whats this' you ask, it be my brownie mix
That makes ya flip, mental thoughts evil minds depicts
Johnny B way out far cos he lives in the sticks
But he'll be back soon, so lock up yer kids
But that subjects taboo, and i gotta pursue
To piss ya'll off and make ya say thank-you
Cos you see what i do, styles made up like new
Rhymes you aint seen before, so dont make much ado
But i come at ya like tyson, vocal charm's the tool
I'll freeze ya like an icicle while your out riding yer bicycle fool :mmmyah:

N/W - paper aeroplane

as outside these walls, snow falls
christmas calls, good parents hit the mall
get on the ball not by buying draws
the kids want that wii machine above all
i recall when i was but a wee boy
get geek when i would see toys
on tv like look mommy thats what id enjoy
if you get it ill eat all my spinach
call up my room, wash all the dishes
i never believed in st nicholas
i knew ma dukes was source for presents
in catalogs next to the turtles it was checks and
i wasnt joshin' every page i inspected
made sure i was aware of every accessory
the niggaz at school wasnt besting me
but in the end had egg on me
d.e.c. 25th jump outta bed
ripped thru the wrapping paper, not a glance at the tag
plain brown box, wonder what i got
yanked the lid off......sox?
yeah its from your aunt, why you looking ungrateful?
next time you see her you better tell her thank you
will do, what you got for me next?
mom darted her eyes side to side, said thats it
money real tight since i aint been right
promise you that your birthday will be nice
but heres a card from the prison yard you dad took the time to write
im lookin like
dis some bullshit, cursing jesus name
winter break over everybody outside playing
with they new g.i. joes, tiger lcd games
and im folding up paper aeroplanes

n/w= mods

Magnified wax heat mastered this last week
Blueberry sparked up all leaf no seed
Planned it like a plant fertile future
My hands smell just like a gramma that koopa
I smoke then im zoned cloud nine constellation
Orions belt high but I bet I still blaze it
Leatherback keep a pocket fulla purple tree
Crushed in a blunt laced proper for a g
Plush leather seat sit back space travel
Slumped in my being dmt in my satchel
herbals make the suns mind demonstrate its pain
prehistoric plant life flowing through my veins
Pray to god weigh the odds fire up my ship
Say my peace to the matrix then I dip
Know I’m the shhhhh
But I also am peace so I’m peaceful to all up to a wise degree
The Art of a G and apart the game pimpin pardon my ways Ima civilized being
The odds and positives
Peace and nonsense and dogs with prodigious
Schemes they gotta live
Mods just lock this screams the obvious beast In my mix – the ciphers hot don’t stop shit

New word – meditate

Live from the temple...Lost Sun, the god lick shots like nipples...
my mentor groomed my mentals...in his memory I let the earth sip the ripple...
he told me fu*k the physical...he longed to be one with the ice crystals...
dont fear a coward's pistol...beware of life's missiles...
no longer death...its the Great Escape when your soul levitates....
so with that said...of the green I partake, lay back and meditate....

new word: Venom

Right now Im the last in a long line of assassins with passion
Dedicated to the heart of the art not the spotlight or fashion
Watch the Sun throw uppercuts at the darkside of the city
Where the gun blows,suckers fuck under parklights,it aint pretty
The mood change,my frame strays to minimise the friction
If the foods plain my brain stays in critical condition
Running round in circles but expect the unexpected
Check the neck,it stays protected but the rest remain infected
I am legend,written in scripture,kick down heaven
I'll rip a snake out of his skin and get drunk off the venom....



New word=Parasite

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Lost Sun

he told me fu*k the physical...

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I think your the first person who censor's their own cuss words on here....aaawwww,lmao :p

Oh and i just noticed that you have been a member since dec 03 and you have only made seven posts...hahaha thats funny

I'm ol' school like free-bassing, and bell bottoms
Master of martians in the spaceship pop-locking
Glock-cocking when i hear sounds of door knocking
Addict of mic rocking , like fiends with the rock
Rip out the spleen of a cop, rushing spots for props
ducks duck or else i buck em down on the block
Buckshots to their knots, followed by karate chops
Dropping cosmic slop, it's going down like a dime on my cock
I'm foul but the opposite of a chicken
Boning wisdoms in slaughterhouses, i'm sickening
Nothing glamarous when i bust, and combust
Heavens terror returning angels to dust
as i adjust and trust in my uppercuts
I'll die precise as others bite like a parasite

next word: uncharted

Behold the Lost Sun...possessing purple hearts and iron lungs...
Orchestrator of death...my firearms play Brian's Song...
foes never see it coming like the last scene of The Departed...
then I disappear like the fog into waters uncharted...

next word= infection

you've given me the direction
i won't ask your intentions
despite the detentions
teacher knows your reflections
keeping it in contention
to split apart the dimension
and cure the correction
for these false infections

next word: lime

y u playin where the lions prey?
calculate, ur section's ate
wet my blade on chestplates
chess play whet's my blade
cess blazed bless my brain
chest aches unless I train
etch-a-sketch lime spray...

next weapon: empty page

Murderous thoughts remain intact//
Feel the impact, of a black devil drunk of a ten~pack//
Sin~racks, high up on my favorite thangs~to~do//
Might as well give up hope, cuz tha fat bitch just sang~to~you//
I'm from a city, where you can get ya ass beat cuz niggas want~ya~jersey//
Yes me PD tha undisputed king of controversy//
I'm tryna live foreva & not go out at Pimp~C~age//
But i kno i'll be killed by an ex who i left in an empty~rage//


Next word: Dirty

Im really feeling the last few verses posted on here by the likes of JTS, Koolish, 5kutSkeleton and PD..well on with the dissin....hahaha

Ayo it's not empty rage, It's empty page
Which is all ya have cos ya got nothing to say
With any interest, Rhymes make elton john look straight
But my rap style sways back and forth all day
Insight, ya might find, but it's alright if ya can't
Your mind is so small only preceded by an ant
So i stamp on ya and make ya go all bloody
I wouldnt touch yer girl cos the bitch is too dirty

next word - Zulu

Military Infantry For God Given Infection

Peep The Lesson, Singod Splits Your Mid Section

Im Mic Checkin With Mummies In Sacred Pyramids

I Left Them Stumped When I Break Down Acronyms

Drowned In Sin But Will Always Win

Spit Yall Out Like New Food Leave People Starved Like Chaka Zulu

whats the next word singodsuperior?

O Damn, My Bad Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..............the Next Word Is "anti-virus"

I swiftly swing swords, precisely slice necks//
Sick with the blade, you lucky you ain't died yet//
I might get the mic set and have your ego crushed//
Fight like Spartacus when these evil people bust//
Spit a lethal cuss, kill em all with three fucks//
Assasin for hire, my eyes only see bucks//
Stackin bodies up thats eyeless, i slice iris//
Sick murder, doctors can't find the anti-virus//


Next Word: villainy

let's set the story without an environment
just let your mind be the requirement
as we sift into a world unknown
from those of poorest luck to those on the throne
raised a boy to be righteous and nicest
he found this way seemed a bit too lifeless
and at the coming of age opening a page
of a book in a nook from around the way
revealed to him much more than ever
his life could define, or persever
who would think that written word
would unlock history so disturbed
he absorbed it all, and after a day
said no goodbyes and left to lay
in the coziest patch of grass around
forty five miles outside of town
when he reached there, not alone
the vilest fool he once had known
waited for him for this day
and the battle began to waste away...
the next morn before dawn broke
the fool soon shamelessly spoke
as blood splattered round his sides
the last words broke from the inside
"you are evil, for you have done the killin
How hilarious the hero has become the villain!"

next word: choke

edit: shit i forgot the word was villainy not villain

many years have lingered in memories
which growing more blurred send to me
that which builds up the now
the past is what defines the how
the why is unknown, few who do
keep the words and choose not to
let you know what could be
their silence is none less than villainy!

the immortal's breath frozen on the heart of the savage
pitch blackness my rimes formed for the havoc
decimate all opposition wit the madness
i uplift spirits the divine lord status
pour acid into the eyes of the jealous
overzealous, get the worst pain man can relish
u helpless from the epitaph that sleep wrote
wolve in sheeps cloak makin even thieves choke

next word: ominous

lyrical mastery multi syllable
sword making everybody gullible
turn your shit into rubble on the double
sin causing trouble the one who mumbles will stumble
gift illuminous im just giving out justice i does this
refiined mist within dis its ludacris
gutting all you fish with similes predominantly ominous


next word: psychosis