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

I'm so slick with flows even all y'all chicks think I'm sick/
While y'all beatin' off, I'm beatin' em off with a stick/
But I gotta trip all y'all web MCs for just a minute/
Ya all rappin' bout prison like y'all been up in it/
Ya, I know - you tough, all prison denims right?/
They all gettin' fucked, but yo' asshole stay tight?/
Let me educate ya suburb Jimmies, Daves and Steves/
Don't ever try ta be real with bullshit on ya sleeve/
Tha's not how ya stay hot stedda being kinda average/
Rhyme about what ya know, that's ya lyrical leverage...

n/w - choked

Return of the fake gangstas thanks ta,
who those who out rank ya,
if this were in prison I have no choice but to shank ya,
But Liquid is here writing these rhimes,
Takin the time to refine my Lines,
I shine and attack even if im unprovoked,
It aint no joke, dont front or have your licence for life revoked,
Wit my gat yo ass will get smoked,
Or wit my bear hands yo will get choked,


next word :
master piece

Thugs try to grill hard and get beat til they retards//
Then they get robbed and i use the loot to pay for a chickens weave job//
I leave squads mobbed with stitches, stickin' cock in bitches//
see me flashin' a new chain, fool that was from ya riches//
i hit this thread like a hollowpoint hits a head//
Going back to Cali rockin' blue n' red//
My styles spread out like N.Y.'s borroughs//
The cliqus thoro thorobreds draped in polo//
Doing competition in like Scarface did Manolo/
stay solo like k, use my blade to put my letters in men//
any chic that gives me head better be swallowing//
I'm a leader, bitch-nigga beater, never crowd following//
Throwin' mc's in oceans, homie hope you can swim//
The beef i'm always in for it, i'm psychic like Dionne warwick//
The kinda cat you don't wanna got to war with//
Brothers talk more shit, but never back it up//
Bitches always acting up, yappin' for what?//
My additude is celibant, 'I don't give a fuck!"//
Unless there's money involved/
Done crimes police will never solve//
My word is my balls, bouncing on a bitches face//
And once i put it in their mouth they never forget the taste//
I got heat for beef, and condoms for freaks//
every song i speaks considered a master piece//

Next word: shift

Bank rob job, prize buttery like corn on cob
My heart fluttery, andrenaline smothering
Smoldering desire like fire burns inside
These eyes size up, the upcoming
Confrontation, guards up chumming
Not expectatin', what's waitin'
Crash through the gate an'
Scream "gimme the pape", or disintigrate
Slate floors, steel doors, echo four-four
Gun hollars, break security collar bones
Red dome light blinks bright, alarm sounds
Spray shots, hit the ground as we bound
Dash pass shattered glass, haul ass
Stolen cash mashed in black bags
Drag off in black Jag, Pigs play tag
Chase across two states, turn driftin'
One hand steerin', leerin' burn clutch shiftin'

n/w: Doom

No takers? I thought this thread was pretty ill. Somebody has got to be able to do something with doom. It's really not a hard word.

I flip the script on this shit, rappers try to jack my style
fuck that, razor lyrics cut'em ear to ear, widening they smile,
break they neck so they bob they head in respect with more ease
shoot at they feet, mawfackas dance to my shit or they bleed
methodic rhetoric, the sickest shit you ever saw
like the second disc on forever, it's my triumph and it's raw
Style unchainable, unattainable, visionary twist like shrooms
the style is swift and changeable bitch, like ghost and doom

next word:
Cockroach

Approach a pro that's professional witta arson, arsenalist, flow//
120 degrees hot, plus the steez shot on-point like arrows//
I'm the eagle snatchin' up sparrows, get paper like the Boston Herald//
Hit a emcee in a battle, impact left the vision narrow//
Stock caps for splats, master the cards tarrot,future's un-raveled//
Ravish king, doing my thing til' the fat lady sings//
A wolf aggresive like wolverines, back-flippin' off mountain springs//
Bring beef like Burger King, off the grill raps, slaps rapidly sting//
Bling snatcher, case catcher, lyrics raise the gross//
Funds rose, eating off left-over bread like a cockroach//

next word: notification

Note to the Nation, Don't Flow to be Famous!
but for the Dough and Only the Franklins!
Don't be a Hatin, or you'll See ya Grave Quick!
buried alive slowly Suffocatin'! Suffer...Pain...It's..
Blunts that be Pregnant, Up like a Plane Is..
Incaved n Crushed like the World Trade Did..
Puff on a Great Big...Mary Jane Spliff..
without Notification!!

n/w: implemented

Leave you evicted subject drones to static,
people under the stairs sniff flowers in the attic,
Cujo viscious rabid catagorized Love famished,
from a young age emotionally abandoned and damaged,
stranded some suffer soul saddens stress stretches slashes!
batters Lifes canvas social circumstances circular entrapment selected,
legalities invested impoverished collected families digested poverty infected ignorance easily implemented!

NEXT WORD : GOUCHE ( type of water color paint )

Demented off the top rope drop, land on the knot//
Butcher spectators before they bust shots//
Live pushin' flocks of not so hot acts back//
Bust a cap into captivity, hand prisoners gats//
The war chap smacker, hash blazin', wu-beat blaster//
Time is money, styles puncture power possed bouncers//
Boston Crab counterattack counselor//
Speakin' truth none can dispute, in living color like Gouche//

next word: blog

my Orthodox is Overstocked with Apricot's!
that Correspond in Response to Cross..
the Borders of Islam to Find Bin Lad- and Saddam!

Top Notch Espionage by Vagabonds!
Pray ta God that Thereupon ya Repertoire is Ocelot
with Revolvers Drawn like a Entourage Armed with Firearms
that Fire Upon Unarmed Retards in the Yonder Beyond!
Chaos Evolved, Bazaar Remarks from Afar!
A Alarm was Alarmed, the Monarch was Warned!
Blog!!

hehe

fuckit

n/w: 2007

Its 2007... It's Now to the Dead End
Pound sum Heads In... Mountains of Dead Men
My Sounds Levelin'... benevolent.. Hell sent
Glue you to Cross if i cant find where da Nails went
Lower you down to Hell's Den... welcome
its da new year.. 'n as soon as the Fumes Clear
We facin' New Fears... of Food Dissapearin
And Nukes Clearin.. Out maps
Jus as Soon as da Fuse Snaps

next : radio

Scrolls hidden in attics, government agents watching my address//
I walk out the front door, feeling raw, emotions scattered//
Throw rocks til' theyr'e windows shattered, n' fore-heads battered//
Battery charged thugs get they wigs split with daggers//
Enter the Dragon matters, revolutionary fire spittin' mad-ness//
I elevate after the El' pull, poetics heard sensational//
Push n' kick creations, street educated maestro//
I never play the club, i just swing the club//
These fake emcee's making looney tunes like elmer fudd//

next word: explorer

I don't let off duds or fake like facials with mud
Diamond like studded enemies with water getting flooded
In soaps sudded in ropes they cut like lost hopes
My head nods nope they smoking and choking on my dope
I keep it heavenly like the Pope
Foes falling off my slope as I slide off with my girl e-lope
Open my enevelope with with a knife poke
Not playing like poker though raising stakes
Flipping like a coin fingers point don't light up the joint
I still provide em' with smoke they take a toke
That's the shit no joke like my pockets gotta stay thick
Plus chicks on the dick like Rick the Ruler keep it Slick
Maybe give em' my stick it don't stink but they can wash it off like a sink
Keep inside their heads like thoughts they think
Or a boxing ring with queens calling me they King
Plus like songs they love to sing
It's no thing hear the earth's belly roar win a war
Travel universal like a space Explorer


New Word: Transformer

:cool:

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Battle 1

I don't let off duds or fake like facials with mud
Diamond like studded enemies with water getting flooded
In soaps sudded in ropes they cut like lost hopes
My head nods nope they smoking and choking on my dope
I keep it heavenly like the Pope
Foes falling off my slope as I slide off with my girl e-lope
Open my enevelope with with a knife poke
Not playing like poker though raising stakes
Flipping like a coin fingers point don't light up the joint
I still provide em' with smoke they take a toke
That's the shit no joke like my pockets gotta stay thick
Plus chicks on the dick like Rick the Ruler keep it Slick
Maybe give em' my stick it don't stink but they can wash it off like a sink
Keep inside their heads like thoughts they think
Or a boxing ring with queens calling me they King
Plus like songs they love to sing
It's no thing hear the earth's belly roar win a war
Travel universal like a space Explorer


New Word: Transformer
:cool:

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yo My handz swing advancing towardz ya parent feature..
itz apparent either..ya dumb or slow get numbed with blows..
hung from toes..I swung and broke bones, 'im toked' 'but u get stoned'..
flown from position..Im grown known tah split snitchez, rip britchez..
fix ya glimpses..of me bein wack? now thatz trippage..I chat sickenin..
love no fat bitchez..flap ya wishlist..cuz u aint gettin shit cepp GAT clippage..
sliced ya RAT drippage..u a clown of streetz who stash digits.. capped fah lippage..
dragged then bended..man u act pretendin..NY aint ya shack of livin..quit brag to freindz..end it!.
dance stronger, hands warmer, breakin beatz, ina madeland place-banned, handshake spraycanz,
fans form-a-wind..ya chance gone again! caught up in storms of sin while Im born tah WIN!
ran toward clan foward..u a damn novice..relized im tha 1 who taggedova wit 'transformer'

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Next Word: L.I. City