i like green eggs and ham
ill eat them in a van
ill eat them out of a hand
i eat green eggs and ham sam
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i like green eggs and ham
ill eat them in a van
ill eat them out of a hand
i eat green eggs and ham sam
Quote:
Originally Posted by SHRAP
You've gotta be joking. You ripped me? lol. Which lines did you drop that ripped me? You had no witty or original concepts in either verse. You can't be serious with lines like --"you comin so soft better just change your name to Butter
your shit is more hard to feel than pussy through a rubber." That's first grade concepts. And yeah, I called you a faggot, but you have to admit it's pretty humerous that you concentrated on dicks your entire first verse. I'm not hating when saying that you're average at best. If you are being real with yourself, you'd admit that I tore you to shreads. I didn't need to talk about dicks or how I'd kill my opponent to get my point across. No, I took your verse and rediculed you with it. Post our first verses at each other on any real battle site like rapbattles.com and you wouldn't get one single vote.
Truthfully, you're too weak to even make a verbal response to.
i wrote some shit here and clowned u then tried 2 drop knowledge on u, then afterwards i realized i dont have 2 explain nothing to a loser so i deleted it to save room on the page. u took nuff space talking some shit u aint half worth so theres no reason to waste even more space in our cipher thread graspin at straws tryna teach a weak ass sucka ass hater like u to be worth the shit he talkQuote:
Originally Posted by Graveyard shift
the cipher continues
cowards comin at me sideways, i do em my way
slash em split em five ways leave they ass up off the highway
put an end to the weAk like Friday, im somethin like a lil Cube
plus a mothafucka aint picky squeezin big and lil boobs
indiscriminate wit the freaks any colour bitch i fuck em now
indiscriminate wit the heat any colour snitch i buck em down
u gon fuck around and catch some fuckin gun play, gun play
u see the streets u walkin down only go one way, one way
shoulda brought your lil bitch ass to church on Sunday
u might not have ended up leakin from the games that u was gon play
count your blessins dont come testin my smith and wesson
u stressin with your plex and a mothafucka gonna have yo bitch undressin
studio thug ill end yo session leave all your dreams a mess on-
the floor of the booth, bitch betta hit the backdoor when i shoot
got u runnin caught in a loop tryna get away from where im gon be
without warnin my troops blast u and make u an example mothafuckas gon see
Street camo wear, all black except the socks
Peep ammo there, loaded you notice me check the glocks?
Got goons for that, i sit back an lounge like a rich dog
An chew on uncooked steak, to make sure i spit raw
Let a bitch cough, an start fuckin up my rotations
I'd play like a broke doctor, cuz i won't have no paitents
Smack a perp for perp'in, get on curb and work hoe
Even the church know, i'll shoot you the fuck off yo perch tho
My hustle mode is merciless, deaths over purchases
Cops act timid.....cuz its techs to who searches this
Biters is like baseball players...always steal'in the "basis" (bases)
Of my rhymes then flip'in the concept like i won't trace it
You wanna gamble? u can bet that i'm the better bettor
If u knew me better....u know that i'd send a ruby letter
Blood soaked, striaght from the heart of yo loved ones
Jus cuz u reppin them bloods or crips, don't mean u a thug son
"Thyme" is money......meanin herbs is profits
This ain't no comic ain't shit funny when that third is poppin
I say more "verses".....than a old street fighter game
In them i grill ya lames' balls wit that "meat" lighter flame
Defeats i arranged.....left the sane deranged
Step up the vocab to show fags, how to change the range
Of yo rap material, I'm not gay so i don't care wut'cha "wood" do
Off this gat, when scratch the serial, u'll see what i could do
That's jus my two pennies, but if you wanna take'em
I'll do the closest to you like old paint, and muthafuckin "scrape'em"
drizzed stizz, my shizz rids the bizz
kids catch sids, rid lids with sick bids
lyric bets, my set wets vets
animal doctor, rock ya spot ya
mile away, pray or stay far from fray
okay, today gray blurry furry irish curry
spicy, i stay nicely right B...fight me, g'night B
Tightly top teeterin' slops, flop as beat bop drops
stop and cop another stee-lo, you know my flow
blow eruption, suction suckin' you vacuumed doomed
loomed boom, leave no room when i zoom on shrooms
tomb grave, i save best for brave act ya age
take a page outta my book, shook rook you took
bite too big, stay stig-matic, faggot you erratic
not like magi, i'm a bad guy die try to tie knot
you not noose-man, you loose man cooked goose man
i be juice man, for thirsty...firstly fistin' competition
^^^that looks like it took you 5 min to write, we gotta do a collab, i'ma hit u up wita a verse and a topic by tommorow
Houdini mental burner holding bandit in the rental..
lines essentially essential, and obviously damaging to kin-folk..
When smoke spreads, the cause is my effect fire heads..
Sleep on a mattress on top of needles, poems bled..
domes red from rigorious shots, shoot-outs in money-spots..
world of wonderous drops, great adventures running from cops..
Kill me there's too much hate here, niggas ate deer..
I drink beer been drunk for the last 2 years..
The stress here's like a homophobic fathers seeds turning queer..
where i'm headed i'll be beheaded life's deaded..
acts dreaded got my emotions breaking like a comb in buckwheats hair..
in hell naked with my favorite chic screaming "Happy new year"..
go the whole nine, young murks is strong like formaldehyde
my dick get blow dried you simps get clothes lined
i hold rhymes close to my heart, the family bloodline
consist of griots, gold in gringotts safe till next time
i put dat shit on, stacy adams that have them
bitches who looking like rachel mcadams gettin' at him
the notebook is chock full of fantastic hand crafted
ballads thats wreck havoc like its a prodigy sample
ample vocab no half ass attempts
strictly brilliance, diminish 85%
the murder mo delegate rip da fuck out u derelicts
im confident i could reverse yall uncalled for arrogance
ego is delicate so i toss bricks thru'em
the d produce more beastie boys than rick ruben
Vicoden, hypin' dem I'm likin' dem
Lovin' 'em, dazed ways and such
Fuck cuts bitch, I'm slut for scrips
Pills fill body, noddin' off groddy
Spotty vision, slurrin' wisdom
Prison snizzed 'em, chill cell livin'
Pill sell to women, men and children
Grilled 'em up, ate 6 with a cup
Of rum, numb thumbs grip
Dribble runs from lip, shit
Passin' out, about face taste nasty
Lastly, my glass be breakin'
Narcotic takin', slakin' serious thirts
Far optic shakin', makin' delirious works
Multi-function fuckin' up my junction
Lunchin' lorazapams, spazin' damn
Jazzin' man, my plan if you understand
Is to die early, surely this might help
Well, hell I'd love to go out this swell
Bell ringin' thing an', I'm thinkin'
On doin' drinkin', damn I'm stinkin'
Guns up for revolution i'm here to evolve the evolution..
shooting snakes the only solution, my gats rooting, tooting..
Re-couping money tax-free, i'm the opposite of Gandi..
Holding shotties like Malcom to defend my family..
Ain't no beasts gonna put a hand on me without a scuffle..
Once i'm ruffled they get bagged like duffle..
You can have more muscle, but they can't with-stand shots..
These emcee's got be beneath the son to stay hot..
some lines of thought
re-awaking brothas concience, no nonsense
K conference, killaz of zion i condense
for their humanity offence,
tear open their cranium, pain high immense
strain n die the swordsinga slices intense,
thier flesh bones and groans get made to incense,
stand firm in defence of tyranny N fasle pretense,
dollaz and cence poundz and pence,
they think they rule the masses with sinister intent,
they will face the final blade, only the guilty souls repent
That was a pretty dope line.Quote:
stand firm in defence of tyranny N fasle pretense,
dollaz and cence poundz and pence,
u wak villianz i topple your shit like buildinz
leave u spanked and bruised like that loser wooz and the other thousandz of abused children.
on this board who think they can beef wit sicka there'z no contest...//
shred u bitchez up and permafry your bitchazz like omlete'z ..../
all yall try comin at me.../
ill choke fuck any lil bitch in front of me.../
skunk any MC thinkin they can sun this OG.../
ask everybody they'll say nobody.../
can even dream of schoolin me i got metal.../
dartz from the devil I got it locked so get set to get leveled.
ayo Sicka rocks, he'll never lick a cock,
when we chill we build like bricks and blocks,
pick pockets, snatch ten wallets and six lockets,
grab the cash and dash fast as a rocket,
hock it at the pawn shop, I refer to the jewelry,
mock shit that we drop, get hurt G, you'll see,
tools needed for this work are glocks and brains,
cocked and aimed, drop ya frame, won't mop the stains,
of what remains of ya brains now laying on the pavement,
been getting payed this way since the days of cave men.
In the womb, i was cold chillin' in mercury
Incognito negro fuckin up shit purposely
My amigo's lethal, holdin steel in swollen linen
Cults of klu klux crews cuffed wit us winnin'
Nickmane is "big" par, leaves in ci-gar's evergreen
I'll "rock" you bitch ass niggas dead, and never "lean"
Rock the "switch fast" niggas, get pimped, we flipped on'em
Dumb dukes drooped they shorts so low....they tripped on'em
The house got floor boxes holdin more oxes than home depot
In my notepads, i got more lead than chrome heat holds
Valuable to me, like a archeolgoist's untensils
As a child, i had to stab this college bitch wit two pencils
For steal'in my rhymes that i put real in...
Reveal'in you pussies like lift'in up skirts an breakin heels in
Now i'm take'in pills an, gettin diesel like eighteen wheelers
Smack'in the old g niggas who once, fuckin tried to seal us
These hollow gumball verses i peep is too sweet
All taste'in the same, no carb shits got me too weak
Waste'in the game, cum sprinkler, how i'll lace'em wit shame
Bout'to take one to the highway, an put his face in the lane
Profits i "gain" like that laundry detergent, u know i'm searchin
For rare goods like a foreign merchant on corners lurkin
Canadian weight pusher, how i "bare hoods"
Come'in through towns like i'm on tour, save ya?
I think prayer could...
fuckin fire bro. i forgot your old screename.
ayo biggie an noel' dirty recognize the real seven thirty ..../
runz thru my blood yall fagz should just pack your shit and drop out early.
for real b, what i got up my sleeve'z is unearthly like camden newjerzey
got that no mercy flow from the dro makin fake'z say "please sicka dont hurt me".
:yes:
never served ki's but slanged stones mothafucka i told ya
bang chrome and stomp bitches thats the life of a soldier
u gon be a shot witness i handle the fo with the quickness
split u hoes leavin stitches leave u dyin moanin in ditches
beholdin the fitness with which im slayin u faggots
snail brains catchin these slugs to end up layin with maggots
leave u worms sore cryin like bitches in the burn ward
pay me ho's, cleanin u out is my daily chores
im cleanin house, bustin rounds, i buck u down
u suckin down on a barrel thatll leave u underground
have a mothafucka found but he cant be identified
but thats what yall get for thinkin i can be defied
my presence cant be denied, youll be destroyed
armor piercin bullets deployed thru all your boys
sicka the war chief, mista big and N.E.L
plus no-el u hoes tell cuz u bitches scared as hell
Who be holding the devil's emblem, and still has the heart to go against em..
Wicked intensions as i'm releasing tension on ten men..
Grimey like gremlins, fatal shot sending on the revolver i'm depending..
Fuck opinions, i got cases pending, rage passed down from descendents..
Lending helping hands to ladies thighs, energetic, and equilized..
analizers who analize my life wonder why i haven't committed suicide..
Knowing i'm screwed inside, my enemies run but can't hide..
i ain't letting shit slide but manure, i'm an overdoer..
Married women screwer, m.i.l.f. motherfucker..
Any to any sucker who want beef i'm serving hamburgerhelper!
big spoke holdin di-down ya hurred?
:chef: fuckin cooked it Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!!Quote:
Originally Posted by SHRAP
Dead President-i'm bout to change it back in a couple weeks, i jus gotta get Big ben to change my thread name back to Dead president's politics.Quote:
Originally Posted by "SiCkARoCkS"
Once apon a time, i went in more mouths than dentists
Now notepads is maxed out wit more lines than tempist
One on ten.....i'll have a crew "bungee jumpin"
Once they "jump" me they "bounce", or they get....done on in
Then i get up unphazed, an pull artillery
Triple death wit basic guns, each bullet killin three
Spillin thee jello in ghettos like nazis but i got a reason
These lame fucks is tryna "smoke me", an i got'em wheezin
The only way i'd give one a lift is if they pass sum weed in
Once they get in i go in they pockets and have'em pleadin
"Take what u want"...." Just don't take out the steel"
If they rich, i'm a Mcdonalds robber how i "take out" the "mill" (meal)
Just give up the bank number, and they wire the money
Act funny? my guns sound like the drum of energizer's bunny
I got bitches hangin on my back....like a gorrilla baby
Jealous niggas talkin on my block how they'll kill'em maybe
But the only thing they ever shot....was pool in a basement
One on one wit no guns i'll lay'em out cool on the pavement
Yo these lames know this already, i had to let u know
That if u come'in in here to rob me, i ain't gone let u go
I'm make u strip to yo boxers, and send some fags in
To take yo temp. with they dick in yo mouth and ass then
While you balled up in the corner, cryin an gaspin
I'ma spread a rumor that i heard u sighin wit passion
My flames flame and cremate mc's who make threats..
Even the opposite sex respect the tactics of a vet..
Enemies jet before i inject em with the venom..
That has no remedy, see em in the red zone yelling..
Obsentities, been spitting for an entity..
Entered different chambers, to escape i had to react violently..
My queen wept silently as i was captured by captors..
Beaten bloody for refusing to give info on my master..
reacted in laughter as i was shackled in chains..
Feeling pain as diggers hit my flesh, wounds fresh..
Knowing this is a test, to see if i was the best..
For 7 days i was tortured, unable to rest..
In the darkness i heard footsteps and a recognizable voice..
couldn't see i was blind-folded but offered a choice..
And if i refused i wouldv'e been killed..
Freed to learn more skills i swallowed the red pill..
this aint poem or battle sh-t
i just wrote this quick sharpenin my sword today-
-stingin beats the DJ bring, OTB got mad arrowz
swing on emceez like Vijay Singh and Vladimir Guerrero
chek it-
this iz the leak of a new era
feed a penis to Vida Guerra and re-free the freak in Cristina Aguilera
no fakin-
i'm ill, not your marginal rap singer
still takin longer to get on than Cardinal Ratzinger
what-
throw hella darts like a young Shawon Dunston
burnin like Bunsen
you frontin - i catch wreck like Roy Campanella and Thurman Munson
OTB - live and uncut
noccaz here me spit and say i got the gift like cate blanchett
politic wit mud slingin' and be a candidate to get your ass whipped
six ways from sunday, id roll up in hyundai
hand in my pants reminiscent of al bundy
my girl look like ashanti wit a body like buffy
she like it dirty so i fuck her when im musty
trust me when i say you beating me will be the day
vegans will eat steak pigs will fly planes
bitch im rick james, spit nothing but flame
got nothing but game, a gorilla untamed
mental case when the bass is turn up a taste
this aint a scene its a goddamn arms race
my wallet is bulletproof jus ask ghostface
i carry 5 nines like royce, wit a blade just in case
these cake noccaz need a slicing, murks'll do'em right
i conquer like napolean and explode like dynamite, gosh
Quote:
Originally Posted by murkoutz
Fuck yeah!!!!!!! Off trhe muthafuckin chain man.
I walk into the room, take a piss on the bed
Call me Amare, cuz if you sleepin i shit on ya head
Shut the fuck up, i breathe laughin' gas and can't smile
You might think different, but yaw domestic cats jus ain't wild
Nickmane is "big" par, leaves in ci-gar's evergreen
I'll "rock" you bitch ass niggas dead, and never "lean
Check it,
Staple gun yo mouth open, pick up the hammer
Bang thick nails between ya teeth, pick up the camera
In a "flash", snap shots shook up yo rep bitch
Every nigga said damn, like they was lookin at breast pics
You "cock-roaches" get of my dick, quit wait'in for crumbs
Rustle'in round my pubics while i'm hustle'in round the slums
All my lines make history, like the ones inside of trees
I'm the caster, you the cast away in my masqurade of schemes
(flow change)
The kid's strong yo, swimmin wit bowlin balls
THe thief of thieves had stolen yaw, rhyme'in lines an diamond mines
In the grey jungle i'ma lion mime,
Chase'in ounces of high dosage, explosive to the nose closest
Nose candy like, three hundred pounders "knows" hostess
I come hype like a crackhead wit a.d.d.,
Smack feds with the back hand, hot lines always attract fans
Sleepin in a trap bed g, only blackman pimpin klu klux klan
Pickin up money in a batman van, now check ya pants
BANG! the starting gun pops, here comes the Gore Cheat
sprinting out the blocks...
Throwing darts down Bellevue, b-ball with the Op
sweating out the night before, raining down the rocks
Your nothing but a course horse running in the race
the trophy's just in sight, the pieces fall in place
you glance back, nightmares spring to life
Von Sexenhausen cuttin up the track like a knife
my cape flapping in the wind, mad style is a must
I slip past, so fast, you don't see me for dust
an alpha ninja, dropping steez creating tension
from another planet, another plane, a new dimension
weak, narrow minded fools await ascension
bearer of the flaming torch, make the right impression
a superhero, liver always ready for a session
running down sunbeams, strolling over rainbows
my shit is cerebral, you just stick to your gay flows...
haha! that's the first rhyme i've ever written, it was fun!
hello everybody, i'm new here.
not bad yo, welcome to fold
house of flying daggers, brave and the bold
more than just rappers
word technicians, tips of fingers bare blisters
niggaz rap here like they do it for a living
collectin' that cred, absorbed whats read
big up whats dope, let cha know if its ehh
gotta come strong, words form bonds
more pros than cons, more verses than pslams
this heres the corps, on fire like a torch
rza need ta stop fuckin' around and sign us
everybody put they own lil unique touch
on whats was once jus in shaolin, what!
Bony arms milkin' a cow for my seeds lucky charms..
My enterprise is energized to greet emcee's with swords drawn..
Born a moron, kings get banged on like Kong's chest..
Was depressed til i decapitaed a challengers arm on the arm-rest..
Leave dimes seizure shaking when they power-u's stretched..
Players get hit with bats, cats thought i played for the Mets..
The day i rest is eternal, dropping competition in inferno's..
Release fire raps from the rap sire journal..
Turn hoes to queens, cowards to kings..
Fiends to clean people, cerebal dynamics be lethal..
Without X-ray vision , fake thugs i see through thoroughly..
Women show so much love they be drinking my pee..
Snacking on my manure, i'm the sick in the head shooter..
Running at the cops holding 2 dead roosters..
Payback for the shit-talking army recruiter..
Underground King show ya the gun you'll be seeing Luther..
while i'm living large like Vandross..
Playing golf, and purchasing paintings by Van Gogh..
Telling bitches i ain't work a day in my life that's why my hands soft..
Jay was a afro-hispanic, had connections like dial up
Was in a suberbian community as a child but
Rent was too much, his family moved to walnut hills
To "Alms" on victory parkway, at school he got some deals
Hustle'in hard to make ends meet, wit his weed profits
Jay bought baggy pants to hold his heat loose up in pockets
Dropped out of school as a junior, cuz by that time
He'd done jumped the peckin line an copped a second nine
Jay's people he left in the suberbs, plus the locals
Made his clientele, compared to others, look global
So "hoes", was in and out his crib like a shed
Left limp, was a man who owned his girl, said he was a pimp
Instead of lettin "shit" slide like toilet bowls
An bein cool wit it, he took the beef an boiled it slow
A typical brash nigga, had made his stash bigger
By doin a outside job from a pimp, he blast niggas
On the regular, two hundred thou minimum
He was given directions to the kingpin's crib, an went on'em
It was a hot night, bout like seventy six, right
That shiesty nigga rolled up an parked his whip, like
A U.P.S. driver, an stepped out like he was known
Like he grew up in the hills, like he be holdin a throne
Went to jay's newest house, knocked three times
Jay's little girl slowly opened door an got slapped....
Dime bags all over the livin room, he's asleep
Duke backed that lil girl in a closet, she grabbed a bat
He moved sleek, woke jay up at gun point
Said its all buisness, the witness wit the quickness showed fitness
The hitman got cracked, in the side of his head, laid flat
The little girl wit tears in her screwface, dropped the bat
Jay jumped on the hitman, grabbed his gun an shot'em
In the leg, duke tried to run, then jay head locked'em an rocked'em
its 12:29/
time for me to shine/
even tho all i got is 1 syllable rhymes/
its lunch time/
i aint got shit to do/
so ill sit here n freestyle n try to be cool/
on the real imma got damn fool/
god I f'n hate skool/
i feel like a child, bein force fed info locked in a stool/
well i still dont believe any of the shit they sayin/
steady sittin in my desk decayin/
1 day yall will be payin/
if i speak out n say this shit is gay then/
I.S.S. is where ima be spendin the rest my dayin/
its not jus the skools its the whole nation/
makin me hotter that a stove-a/
i whitness all ur hatred like i was johova/
but hate in skool children, is like gas in the mota/
oh shit look at that, lunch time is ova/
-Casey(moe)
im happy with that actually
i started at 12:29 n went till 45
what do yall think?
Depends how long u've been writing, if ur a begginer, then i say its about 8/10, the couple of metaphors you had were simple, but they made good senseQuote:
Originally Posted by THAT GUY
If u've been writing for like over bout 3 months, then i say u prolly should quit.
When u get more words into yo head, your rhyme schemes will get more complex, u just gotta get to the point where when you write a rhyme, u can choose from a wide variety of words you already know, but might not say often.
keep readin them books kid! read some obscure shit, build up your vocabulary!
Use my brain to focus, loco thoughts become locusts..
Swarming forms swift, as i stand stiff as a mantis..
The man spits against victors, they lose throw em in pits..
Blood pressure rises like Jadakiss, i keep my confidence..
Calm using my common sense, to overcome defense..
Prey on the police precent, bustin' heat bent..
Leave when they all die, it's the fall-guy..
Ya'll limits the sky, i reach heaven n rhyme for christ..
3rd eye see's the sights of evil like poltergist..
Plotting the pope's demise, devil's protest the signs..
I was hit til' i absorbed energy from the stars alligned..
yo yo yo...
steel plated severance slang,excavatin ancient plans
datin back to the prehistoric man, scannin with animatronic cypher scans
my scientific sonic strands, react with heat and then expand
corroding craniums on my command, obide by street lawz, supply an demand
educate yourself with what you can, quantum physics,glandular glands
yemeni mystics, holy lands, lyrical illusions with the slight of hand
highywan man stand.... and deliever cuz my frostfire blade cuts quicker
in a blaze of sparks it quiver an flickers, slicin your cortex slicker
cuz you lack the thicker ticker, facin the formeless shape shifter
nice rime sidious-