yo, yo, let's start a cypher
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I'll go first.ughh. ugghh.aight.one, two.ugghh. I'ma kick it off like this.yo dawgs, sharpen your pencils cuz class is in sessionsit back and listen while I bring you this lessonhomey over here needs a diet, I ain't fessinlooks like he's been drinking nothing but ranch dressingand not to mention dude over hizerelooks like he eats funyuns and drinks lots of bizeerI eats tofu dawg, my piss comes out clizear no bacon on my plizate, heart attack is what i fizear.......meet a fly honey and I take her on a dizateshow her good time, second base we'll contemplizatedoggy bag for the food that we didn't fully izateleftovers next day, yeah that will be the shizate.....................and i drinks grape snapplefrom the west coast, not the big fuckin apple. want to hear my new beat, it's full of DJ Day's sampleswatch out for elephantes cuz you will gets trampled.............snatch the chain from your nizecktake it to kay jewelers, have them inspizectdon't wear no shiney objectsmy simple lifestyle is something you must rispizectI gets that appraisal dawgsell it on ebay then post about it on my blizog"fat dude got served"you'd post a reply comment, but you don't have the nervemore like, you got the nerddawg you mad corny, you got what you disiservedand i be straight fuggin laughingshowin me your raers, greatest hits of tracy chapman..............I got doubles back at the house manyou need to mint up? aight, let's make it happenI got some Mendes toothem raer jersee joints on the vinyl that's blueI got a box at the crib, you need one or two?I tracked down the artist back in '92ughhh, hit you with that heat damage sonyour ears is on fire, but you like "play me another one" (said in bitch voice)Aight chill, let me load the the beat DunI sampled this break off of Buju Bantonughhugghhhwho's next to catch wrizeck?you better come correct or I will snap your fuckin nizeck.you signed up for ascap, but got a blank Frickin' chizeck......no royalties man, that I cannot rispizect
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ha! slightly related story but last weekend when it was like 100 degrees out here i was riding my horn behind some korean dude in a van and he threw his sodapop on the hood of my car and i reached for the first thing i could find and lobbed it at the dude and hit him in the effing FACE. AHAHAHAHAAHAAAA! unfortunately it was one of my prized hackeysacks.
but still, AHAHAHA!
Lyricism. Please.
These arent the rhymes you are lookin for...
back when i was young i used to sit and think,
bout robbin kings,
take everything plus the kitchen sink,
his mistress winks,
smiles and looks at this gorgeous crook,
she close her eyes to fantasize and wake up to her fortunes took,
i'd swipe the porrage from the 3 bears,
have goldi locks down to her socks before i'd leave there,
then i'd pretend i was a giant and i tore buses,
get microscopic and go to war against your corpusles,
they would always ask me what, where and when?
and how'd i leave bloodstains on shirts that they weren't even wearin then,
like dr seuss with a 6 shooter, hit budda,
and i wish i could take a bath with my math tutor,
i roll the galaxeeeeeee on a huffy bike,
they said i was a lucky tike,
and they were fuckin right,
extortionist winning every class prez election,
leave several dead with severed heads for my pez collection,
and me and bugs would uff with fudd,
and make wile E think his name was mud,
and eat milk duds.
yo, true believers crew, thats how we get down, what son?
WHAT?
off the dome only
mrwheeler you need to go to hilltop mall, and get you a shirt
airbrushed wolf steeze holdin a bottle of pert
cause you ain'no plus, i be causin a fuss
my game is thick, like the ho's on the back of my bus
please to not throw rocks, then i'll have to be puttin on my socks
and invite you on the tour bus to take some shots of scotch
*edit, i thought you said "gaffler is so wack"
a cypher is a cypher, but its your cypher i guess.... call me out then.
Cool sesh though.
Anybody going to the open mic at Maxwells coffee shop on Tuesday? I'll be selling my new cdr.
nah, for a minute there i thought i had something to do at work....
My rhymes are so dope they need not mentionion
Run game on ho's like the kid in Cruel Intentions
Schools in session to mcs they be steppin, out
of the cypher so quick like theyre name is Joe Jackson
Im a straight mic lamper throw an mc in a hamper
i put a damper on your situation like stephanie tanner
watch only cinema classics such as going bananas,
scanners, you got served and kramer vs. kramer
yo
one two
Ya'll sooooooons raise you hands like your Horshack...
my rhymes are so abstract i see a mic in a rorshack
see my rhymes are better then hearing eddie vedder sing yellow ledbetter live at boston garden 93 in November
fall back sonathan
Stick to photoshop/motion graphics, son.
Flying off the dome like a greased observat-ry
Like T, I Pit-ee the foll who tries to be servin me
Like the pimple-ass kid in window 2. Macky Dees
No clownburger son, them make you o-bese
Clogging up the veins, like Moby Dick you got the blubber
Doc see your blood sample, asks did you transfuse with flubber?
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dud, that didn't even rhyme. Plase to step out the cipha.
Yo dude had flow like a Martian river,
Step to the rear and cheer as we stand and deliver.
You aint Devin
The Dude, More like dog food
You'll die a premature death like Rick Rude
Your photoshop game may be mad tight
But rappin? Seriously, fuhgettabout it, aight!
I'm out like shout, Word is Bond, Audi 5G's and all that.
organic vibes that i bring, but i'm darker than death
lace up my combat boots and chug a whole fifth
leavin cats on their knees, ain't talkin bout diggin in thrifts
pull bitches like raers, by their fuckin hair
veeeights known to leave a marine in tears
i'm a clepto. i'm young like amanda
and known to jack your shit like k in canada
to the Victoria's Secret show
and get the honeys wishin I
Could mingle like I'm single and
get kneeeeee-deep up in that
but that would be, historiclee
Inaccu-rat.
we gotta get you a job dooder
well i'm a player,
southside ryhmesayer,
me and bean spend cash like we don't care,
chilly most cot damnit,
my driveway's made of granite,
20 blocks long, and it don't stop,
and it don't quit, i'm talkin bout that pimpin schitt,
that old one leg, gorilla limpin schitt,
you know that schitt that you can't flush,
you can't bust, my man and when you try you get crushed,
in my... back yard, a forest made out of oak,
200 feet tall with crocs in my mote,
careful, your every move is clocked through my scopes,
triple beam, triple gold and... tripl-ets,
with 36 hips and 38 tits i sink great ships,
and leave great tips,
the cheapest wine on my list,
is five times that of moet,
baddest poet, weed i grow it,
sell it....
roll it up and smoke it,
you got gold teeth?
well, i got a gold skull,
with 25 platinum records on my wall,
i'm like mac mall,
except i mack em all,
i don't mack at malls and you don't mack at all,
you hang around with midgets and you're actin tall,
just to lift my hand, i'm getting 25 grand,
got my chauffeur a butler and got my woman a man,
and you know she don't... even touch him,
i got peacocks in my room to look at when i'm bustin,
sugarwalls, to make foxy brown look more like charlie brown,
i'm from downtown baller town,
you're captivated by a player like me,
ten billion in cash is TBC....
rrrrrrRRRRUHH!
even then still amateur
alright cool guy. You guys are getting all Mic Geronimo on me. Shit is Real.
check 8, 9
off the top..........uh ...uh
I was gonna take a minute and jump in this cypher
kick rhymes from my Dangereous Mind like Michelle Fiefer
no 16 bars but maybe i can go ten
Soulstrut is truly No Country For Old Men.
completely filled with nothing but the Usual Suspects.
these rhymes are weak seauce but I'm not done yet
applaud or boo just makin some laughter.
work is hell the 2008 Jacob's Ladder.
time for a Booty Call like my man Bil Bellamy
BUu I'll be stuck listenin to records like dude from High Fidelity