Tek Stylez' Word Play Ground ((Official Cypher Thread))

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Aaww…
Shit now I got rumbling
Waiting for the war to begin/
Playing off of symbols
Lyrical limbo hit harder than a earthquake/
Run a debate electrical mind mental
Raps Rolls Royce cold crush these brothers/
Trying to smother smolder open punches
Crush e’m crunching touching mics/
All ya cornballs running to stage
To crowd that don’t wanna hear yall no more/
Waking me outta my slumber throwing darts
Rounding down like the days of thunder/
Got slang spewing, gun toting, flow smashing
Talking trashing thinking everything is CASH/
Reality emulating not actually
You can’t capture me like pawns/
I’m a knight’s king, monks solider
A rhymer’s lyricist if you can get wit this/
Don’t flip shit you’re a maggots bitch
Twisting language hammer emcees damage/
I came here, I came here
To smog the bass/
While my DJ is on the cut
And my producer producing/
I’m running loose cannon
Bruce Banner the Hulk/
Put cha bars up
Put cha mics down/
I’m taking everything your on
Not cha chickens but cha
Fucking microphone’s/

[rsymyn]

picture me not rhymin tight
unless vision is too faint to paint an honest lie
and i promise what they like aint like what i write
true , as long this song aligns with some kinda light
kinda like im twistin my lines wit a bit of lime
and in hindsight , the green ink is soaked up by whats behind
so before i tidy up the residue of wordplay
let me make sure it works great , and plus the tide is right
so the flow has much to gain if i clean it by tonight
even if it takes two nights ima give it all i got
that way for its sake and mine , for two days i'll have plenty stock
and if theres some holes in it , it'll noe i call the shots
so time to unwind on the finish before i get chopped screwed and cropped

[Mantra]

Popped pupils with pencils sharpened, No. 2 point sharpened//
Live wire, sire in a project hall, face-off wit squads sparkin'//
Barking mutts get dealt wit, razor cuts//
Pound em' up, for the cake, candle fired up//
Going all out like a blow-out, i bloody ya house//
Launch pad beatings, O.J. stabbings, fingers on the couch//
Gold mouth, every venue's sold-out//
Po-lice hating cuz' when i hit the scence, pimps bring hoes out//
Sisters shout swears, voodo bitches hex me with curses//
Verses i spit so deadly i spit em' laying in a casket, riding in hurses//

[Dirty Knowledge]

You could pick up every book still not gain the knowledge you yearnin/
Knowledge of self is what I'm learnin gather round and worship the sermon/
Work it with purpose I can spit it fast or slow like a turtose/
The race shall be won when the one comes like semen squirtin/
How can I spit the good life when I know the hood life got my people hurtin/
Ever since I can remember my parents been workin and they still aint rich tho deservin/
Police posted a warrant for my arresst they service isnt much to my mom/
Cuz she still working hard now wondering why her young son is gone/
Locked up in a system full of theives, drug dealers and killers in they prime/
What yall know bout a life of waking up looking killers in they eyes/
Slapping Spades on a chair flipped over using the side as a flat surface/
Fuck the C.O.s, the judge looked down on me like this lil shit ain't worth it/
I'm the American Dream like Dusty Rhodes man I been down them dusty roads/
And fuck a slut cuz they pussy all battered I wanna fuck with them rusty hoes/
Them bitches who keep it tight and shine like a light most females dirtier than my knowledge/
And in the streets it's either hood rat or another rejection by a stuck up bitch up in college/
Fuck the golddiggers, when I'm ballin' theyll wanna be layin with this professor/
They'll want dick on the floor, dick in the kitchen, dick in the whip and dick on the dresser/
Cops will wanna ride by me and smile, upnod then wave they hand in a greet/
But I'll just laugh, puff on the blunt and think back to when Id run the street/
When I succeed, theyll be astonished that I did it all with an 8th grade education/
I dropped out to persue the streets, now I been persudaded to persue mass domination/
Congregating a congression of killers past confession and youngins lookin' for direction/
In the cut I see the haters sketchin on my fashion wondering how much paper I'm gettin/
As I get older and life revolves, I can't help but to think that things will never change/
Expect the days, and by that I know that life is bigger than getting pussy and pay...

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Off the apex I check collect
Intercept thoughts that ain’t been thought of yet/
Next to rep I dead emcees with enough RPM’s
To move dead weight through a spacious vacuum/
Rack e’m loser breaks, I take no cake and eat it too
Fool yall simpletons rip e’m wit that Mr. Mxyzptlk/
Lyrical shit that’ll get the game flipped with enough tips
I can grip tits like Alexis Amore’s and say never more/
Crow to the invasion I weigh in deeper generally execute
Templates I emancipate myself without a Def Jam behind me/
Running the gambit aim, locked and loaded snipers in every
Crevasse my lines only levitate objects like Professor X/
Deck the set wit tapes looped wit break beats & unstoppable emcees
Tracks that meet the streets hungry like thunder striking/
I’m a Ike Turner the burner flow flame thrower hold that thought
My biochemical equation hasn’t been solved yet/
Were waiting for the result of any convent rhyme polar
Sold cha hold cha mind before it gets caught in a spider’s web/
Horrorific infliction conflicted wit words I dictate like emcees
Can’t relocate escalate the warfare to planetary destruction/

[Mantra]

Constantly consistent, the spits spin to keep ya'll dizzy again..
Bury rivals, even my own idols to defend my wins..
When i get raw, the bars break stars, plus the law..
Jaws included, ruegar holdin' rebels recruited..
Deep-rooted, secluded in Sin City, surrounded by asses, and titties..
Money stack with me, independent unit mover, smack em' with a fifty..
you niggas copyin' Nitty, get jooked for Franks, run ya banks..
Lyrics i ignite run over ya ranks like military tanks..
Pictures i make with no paint, or imagination exaggeration..
Fuck a album rating, i'm making moves cooking the bacon..
But i'll never eat it, ride on squads weeded...
Give em' cold-blooded beatings, dagger in ya meat meeting..
Make ya demise early, like a un-released record leaking..
King speaking facts, ya lucky to over-come my smacks..
Back to attack wack acts with a thumb-tack..the young cat..
You might puncture instrumentals, J.t.S. murder tracks..

[rsymyn]

sicker than sicknesses injected in crooked witnesses
best judge them quick before their eyes covered for bookin this
as i rub the female ones , cos before they hang the rope
they tongues need a tug as i bang the flow
pullin on blunts that need love to , the gavel clubs you
i load my ammo then smash them - on top of tables so stay low
i game ho's , wen ballin all in - playin cards ima sharkin pro
consider me street safe but on courts - i admit i need a code
no not a code to flow , but to get in
for me to keep spittin , or let go slowly while they figure out the difference
fin...like the end , once again
then begin , im to win - you know im inn
ho's that used ta' have hotel woes - till i stepped in
i had the right card to slide in the hole of the door
breakin and enterin , betta take what im deliverin
its dominoes , topplin over - a movement lastin much more than 30 min
a little late - now too late its over , all cos of my murder pen

[TeknicelStylez]

1.Open spit rage till my rib cage is broken
2.This age is tolken seems these days I'm choken
3.I Drown in depression wearin a frownin expression
4.Predestined look at my life a downward reflection
5.Shinin through the jewels Light bendin through the top
6.Friends who got shot their souls Acended to the spot
7.Natures raw beauty peace to beasts who saw through me
8.You taught yours truly why I fought trough me
9.forever meant to be Made me a better entity
10.God created human beings than he bred an enemy
11.My light in darkness courage to fight the heartless
12.Had to Mold my soul to become A rightgeous artist
13.Steer entire nations from nuclear devestation
14.invest in space ships or you can Rest in stasis
15.Born out of chaos I played blocks that stay hot
16.Paid cops tryina fade rocks you better pray lots
17.Can't see the sunset Buildings block my horizon
18.Jail cells wat children got for survivin
19.Fist fights fractured mandibles we acted animal
20.Consuming eachother for math fraction cannibals
21.Lust and greed -gluttony- stuck in need
22.Nowadays Mothers don't trust their seeds
23.Brothers fight eachother Fathers abuse their daughters
24.Consumin things so fast that we losin water
25.Chemicals pollute the sky Feens shootin high
26.Kids Thirteen seein Teens shootin guys
27.Adolescents learn lessons when adults bicker
28.Malt liqour will get you at a fault quicker
29.Tryina get twisted this kid drinkin vodka
30.head full of bad thoughts he aint thinkin proppa
31.Little fam dun found poppa's hand gun
32.Now he aint gotta grandson not a damn one
33.Just bad memories and a blood stained carpet
34.So he shot himself with the very same cartridge
35.Thats bullets and blood who got pull at the club
36.Bitches poppin bottles gettin full off the bub
37.Shorty peepin out the rear she a high grade
38.Know the sequence She gave a guy aids
39.Breasts are decieving like Death and Diseases
40.You can't move and your breath just ceases
41.What That means? Yo, it's your time to go
42.Tek Killin mofuckas like this rhyme and flow



slowly comin out...

[Aclikyano]

AS I...
get slept on daily..kept cron crazy..growin in cleftz bombed maybe..wit diff artists..
live hardest wit sis partin..keep it old like biz markin..give stiff patnaz sticky arches..
get paid that way..F shit jobs kid..yes been hard when dollaz aint holla n i gotta knock men..
but provinces know who I IZ when I Stryke BIZZ wit fierce lighting..gunmouth cheer tha brightest..
from guttah bronx..wip a red truck to rucker park off fred doug then send drugs to tense thugs..!
man..immense love from streetz tend tah cover me cuz Im raw fuck bubbily i guzzle cheese..

ill spit that hitech shit lataz on..
one

[AcidPhosphate69]

Cig smokin' chokin' chosen, flowin' dope Pope on the ropes
Opes to coke to toke to dope, Grope hopes blokes be smoked
Jokes nope I slope slide, slippery dippery hippy flippin'
Tippin' gracious, grippin' spacious mind, voracious kind
Time winds to die defined, hind sight grinds right
20/20 vision incision into fizzin', risen wisdom listen
Vessel wrestlin' stressed Hessian, confessin' blessin'
Bleedin' seethin' seein', peein' acid at placid punks
Flacid dumps fall short, trash-ed chump and cohorts
Abort fort fuctions, juctions jagged on jumpin' faggots
Abbott, Priest, and Master deceased, blaster of geeks
Faster I creep, ninja pins ya, fingas fling ya bring ya
Best game, you test lame ingrained disdain for same
Spittin competition wishin', the could christen the track
Tacked down, fact mound of mentally mischeivous
Tracked down, act clown fundamentally wishin' us
Harm while long arms respond on wrongs yarned
Couldn't hit a barn, burn, learn, and turn a leaf
Puffed believe cheefed reef, enhances speech
Cheech chong bonged, bomb pommel punch
Knife butt to fucks, such as much punks pumped
Lumped dumped bumps on a log, enter fog afterlife
Trumped chumps grump grog, center cog masters trife

[Dirty Knowledge]

The crib is your fortress, where you diagram missions,
Cops are the enemy, may or may not raid while you in it,
Countin out doe' is a blessin, having none is horrific,
Robbery ain't homicide, not unless you leave the ballistic,
Attitude canniballistic, the underdog scrapin for biscuits,
Imagine the one thing America fear making it they'd forbid it..
And knock me off the top so fast the ground I wouldn't even hit it,
You'd think I missed it, but I didn't, it'll happen that quick,
I'll come and go like the wind without a legacy writ,
They'll carry me off and bury me before my words spoken clearly,
With a muffled vocab I'll speak but won't no body hear me,
Wiretaps are legal, cameras flash and capture our likeness,
They say we allow it to go on, fuck it everyone I know tryna fight this,
A government ain't needed for people to survive in this life,
But they make it seem like we can't survive if they don't provide,
I hussled the streets and made money stacking seem fun,
But behind every blunt was a jail cell or thoughts of me on the run,
Cops on my tail, me in a whip and pushing the pedal,
Going all out, aiming the black gat and twisting the metal..

fuck it.. lil free off the dome.. one..

[Mantra]

i bust like condoms off the head..
and broads wonder how i get the bread..
instead of a coppin' a lex..
I'm coppin' a tech..
bustin' 9 shots on some special effects..
Heaven's reject..weeded out vet..
Cock out gettin' head bitch got my dick in a suplex..
Bust off..then flex ..on my way home pissed in front of a duplex..
I got diareea..what rappers gettin' shitted on next?..
Make sure ya got toilet tissue...
Like my source magazine subscription i got issues..
Til' i'm hit with missles i'll remain real, and official..

[Dirty Knowledge]

Early morning shit..bored.. keystyling..HIGH AS FUCK! YO!

You can't test the science, too many cats I know testifyin,
Lyin on the stand just to knock a block off they sentance..
You'd turn bitch too if you faced time between caged fences,
Barbwire atop it, why snitches just don't stop it,
Don't do crime if when they tried can't man up and swal'it,
Faggots running up talking slick like they Benny from the Bronx..
But I heard off the wire they really sweet like Jenny from the block,
They'd go down and squat when tested to jump on the cock,
So of course they'll rat to the feds to avoid getting locked,
Right? Right, now turn left, I got more scrolls to write. Speed,
Gotta get home quick, but before I dipped.. whas' dat you asked me?
Why no body like me? Doggy, no body like me cuz no bodies like me,
And I grew up dealing with that whenver ten dudes wanted to fight me,
Strike me, ignite me, light me on fiya but I could never be tamed,
And at 21, some cats are dead while I still roam wild like open flames,
Peep the page, J.T.S. hand me the gauge lemme' destrust 'em,
Buss 'em and watch 'em fall in to nothin' leave they physical crumblin,
Blown' away as lil' ashes they ain't shit but little so shots I hope I don't miss flinchin,
Who'll miss them when they dead? They took mom's money support a dope addiction..
Shell be happy to hear the news, yeah it's a sad thing to say,
But it's the truth, bitch boy if you ain't made to withstand the pain then stop fuckin' with that yay...

[Mantra]

Peace D.K. we bust shots turn Star-bucks into Red Cafe's..
Emcee's know my franchise stick knives in boys rappin' bout laffy taffy's..
Down south stack made.. from Up north weight..
8 emcee's i ate digested at 8 0'clock..
Hustle skills rape the blocks..like jigga i make def jam's , and push the roc..
Stop when cops clock.. they leave i re-open shop..
Fiends drop the cash by the stash.. product in the grass..
Money better be right..or the customers better have fight skills..
Get ill... grills get popped like pills..
De-bo size cats get hit wit blue steel..
I rap sick.. flu feel..

[rsymyn]

one time for this -not- from start i finish
this for one time -the- finish i start from
limit the past -right- past the limit
the time has come to finish one - before i start one