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

aiyo...i tip toe show n prove the emperor's new groove
smooth criminal like a Seminole i grip and scalp if you doubt
i can handle my tool i rule areas the surveyor never drew
Apache tomahawk will stop all that tough talk you threw
who knew my Cherokee assembly make faces pale weak and fraile
the peace pipe i inhale never fails to lift me to levels where all's well
native tongue like Plug 1 speech reach by sound of drum
teach those who seek relief my spear will bring em near God's peak
wearing a grizzley headdress the spirit i possess is unique
the warrior high chief you need to know before your ghost like Skampoe...

next word: drizzle

the game is glamour and glitz, pussy, and tits
money over lost your bitches got stuck for your scripts
jews got your chips best friend got the mother of your kids
stickup kids ran your jewels with a calico to your wig
you ain't ready to die you don't want to be Big
but your copying Pac it all stopped when you got popped
fronting next to me mustv'e been the shots and the ecstasy
piegons scooped all your cash they can detect a freak
add the super can't master your high your walking sheep
when the storm hits the rain drizzle will reveal the weak

next word; postpone

homegrown i stay in the zone roam crops like a cyclone
Badus foam waiting to inhale the bone On and On in their Window seat they moan
incense in the air clouds my lair with smoke that would choke a bear
bongwater i sip on a dare and unleashed wild beasts from the snare
slow motion picture i scribe the scripture to lift the rafters
stands in my hands meet my demands the master crafter
space shuttles discover my trek amongst the stars
light might take while but when it strikes it leaves scars
flights i frequent with a co-pilot or on my own
high skies i fly trips i never postpone....

next word: dooky

niggas can get head but don't know were their headed
end of the road once a soul's sold spiritually deaded
my kin's kinetic no sugar diet so i'm not a diabetic
never regretted leaving a pussy wetted for being pathetic
set it secure settled the score killed em in bed with a whore
when it rains it pours on the heads of the poor
my spit defines venom let it be like john lennon
a quick ending for any assasins they sending
wrapping my new-born in fine linens
you got heart shoot me quit acting spooky
we can drop the guns i'm on that dog-shit throw your face in some dooky

next word: consolidate

Murder in the Verse Degree, Churches turnin' Burgundy
Curses from the Worst regime, Servant to the serpentine
Curtains Close, when it takes a hint that you'll perform
This is Grown man B.I. and you still ain't fully born
Schoolin' groups, despite the hasty attitude they show off
I react by turning all their little avenues to cole slaw
You couldn't reach the magnitude of lattitudes i dove off
counting sheep when sound asleep, were you rapping? shit i dozed off
My motives for this notice is to silence those that Gotta Hate
Explosive, any Dosage of my vile flows will Clog ur veins
Spokenn is the poet, on this violent road you're Not awake
You don't Want my Tank and your Bike to go Consolidate

NW: Triumphant

mission insertion..im certain your condition is worsened
when i submit you in person and your driven to urgent
care facilities, capabilities tower, whiskey sours
since the early hours, powered by sixties of powder
still im pissin clean, bling, sparkles glistening
king, breathin' listerine, but it's harmfull listening
take your arm for dissin me, then use it to bludgeon you
re-attach it physically by rubbin' the knub in glue
cuz there's nothin to do.. dont try to leave me sized up
the triumphs, the plus size trunk your lyin' in tied up

nw- pilgrim

no giving thanks to those who conceal shanks
backstabbers and booty grabbers pillage the village become kidnappers
but i stay dapper like a Don and a trapper like Ricky D's Davey Crocket song
old school i'm fond but got bangers for these kids to suckle on
cyphers i fill in the flow is still real grim
coast to coast pigs I roast then give a toast like a pilgrim...

nw: audio

toast to my folks supreme fog smoke the screen sick mix like coke n' lean
seldom seen stashing green eye glasses gleam
Focus kept as the locust wept we terminated the set
Done direct by early sun-rise your advised to step
Live and blessed cess in pockets hidden rockets
vision profit and living off it insure the gold coffin
once rich robbing with the clip throbbin'
human nature to break a faker leave em hobblin'
peace to all who know the godly glow
Designed to blow your audio..

next word: faithful

I never fall short, always war more, you wanna call it off ?
Veteran return with better verse which you cant learn, thats a definite...
rate it excellent, while yours bores like methodist, this is a raw sport..
-Indefinite- , Im tall, you short, I finesse with blessed spits, filling face crevices
My style is MINT like PEPPERMINT..in turn, yours been burned like evidence...
like an outfielder.. you can be catching it..aint a compliement, just some hostileness..
Ive changed over the years, its obvious, by Yeshua, halleluyah, no longer bottled in..!
He choose ya..ya dont pick him..Old Testament, common sense..! WuCorp my Regiment..
oFF Hiatus, rememberin', each letter sent, forum form weapons against terrorists...
disable the hateful to excellence..avoid fatal errorness, so I can enable the FAITHFUL

NEXT WORD: Apparently

we pillage villages of pilgrims on this grim pilgrimmage
fireworks parade the sky as we march on your ribs
star on your grid stay in the car or get scarred for the fibs
process your edits mind refreshed with flows on the death date of b.I.g.
chest open heart exposed holding a gallery of flows
continue the journey beat a hippie on my tippie-toes
come and get me hoes gasping unable to get a grasp
the silent tyrant that roars after a blast
rope turned loose and the next bruise is rarely seen
removed his spleen his parents wept apparently

next word: converted

Quote:

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

we pillage villages of pilgrims on this grim pilgrimmage
fireworks parade the sky as we march on your ribs
star on your grid stay in the car or get scarred for the fibs
process your edits mind refreshed with flows on the death date of b.I.g.
chest open heart exposed holding a gallery of flows
continue the journey beat a hippie on my tippie-toes
come and get me hoes gasping unable to get a grasp
the silent tyrant that roars after a blast
rope turned loose and the next bruise is rarely seen
removed his spleen his parents wept apparently

next word: converted

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from a planet of dark matter I take form and a storm is mastered,
torn between chords and patterns my core is shattered
past clouds of ignorance I stitch unusual images,
accused as witches for our use of digits
two different percentages wagering ages for weathered terrain
feathers are brains for birds that bother to learn the best services,
we hunt peaceful vermin,
sneaky wordmen claiming to be recently converted

next work: Officer

new converts brainwashed by militiamen
behold a giant, scribble with a feather pen
excerise my rights, fight with mics in a lions den
sabre tooth tiger, fire harden war machine ironmen
keepers of the diamond zen, enlighten when squads firin
never tirin, turnin tires then peel out the cipher
militant marauders, you just hip hop police first officer

next word: commando

Converted thoughts synchronized over loops loop-hole your troops
trash-talking stay masked often in coffins weight is moved
fuck your pants and shoes we dance on fools the foolish fooled
many lack bravery chamber trapped hearts removed
chips on the table fuck a lable liable to enslave you
my coutre cave crews cup runneth over with grey goose
bitches stay loose with rotten clits smellin' like fish
wailin' for affection shittin' out greasy ribs
we quick to strike rhyme infliction like cryptonite
six in the morning starving to rip the mic
fiends loaded like bases going on hunger strikes
checks cashed the dummies grands go
we stand flow untouched in this urban commando

next word: obscure

Secretly my posts and rhymes all are a diss thats loud
to all the Demons in my head who did me proud (not)

Do you know Linstidind from Planet Quadruple-E?
I'll shoot an MC and diss a muthafuckin' sucka's motherfucker, muthafuCKA