[DeCypher]

"dont get me wrong i love America
but were stuck in a state of Hysteria" - Tuddles

... where the wrong move will have dirty thugs bury ya
then a dirty mug cheer for ya, it's always been booze and liquer,
when lookin' for quotes drive behind cars and choose a sticker,
I'll met a girl then bruise and kick her, my moves are sicker,
I loose my thoughts over the shoes I've bought,
the loot I caught working dead end jobs,
For big brother bossman wakin' up and lookin' like a bed head slob...

[Awe-Dio]

"the loot I caught working dead end jobs,
For big brother bossman wakin' up and lookin' like a bed head slob..." - Decypher

so fuck it, now i make bread n' let the lead spray off.. toss gats wit no faces
hit the block runnin, 20 rocks n' points in my pocket tryn'a go places
but fuck the slow paceness, we turnin balls to zips, n' zips to bricks
now i cruise in a Lex, soft leather sex, everytime i unzip she licks
then i move from the lips to hips, playboy changed his name to pimp
the game's a cinch.. dont give a millimeter, take a inch
muck ya hand, what good is a pair of bullets if u dont tuck a gat
so sick, double wrap the dick.. cuz y'all pussies dont wanna fuck wit that

[DeCypher]

"muck ya hand, what good is a pair of bullets if u dont tuck a gat
so sick, double wrap the dick.. cuz y'all pussies dont wanna fuck wit that" - Awedio

Enough with macs, I hold candy sacks, one look and I crush the crack,
Ya'll been doin' lines after ya leader, but I created the phase,
But instead of gettin' props right away ya'll belated for days,
I traded my cage for a few acres, traded my life for a new wager,
New home, new job, revampin' my style to be a new player,
Now it's best to stay a step away, job title is death on my resume,
Drama setter leavin' ya'll heated like seats in an Escalade.

[Awe-Dio]

"Drama setter leavin' ya'll heated like seats in an Escalade." - Decypher

yes, i'm made... mafia type straight rockin the mic..
emcees please concede, cuz i dont fuck clown, fuck down i'm lockin it tight
most get lost in the hype, i keep my situation, foundation steady n grounded
steady i pounded, emcees from every angle like i had 'em surrounded
syllables, i have 'em compounded inside the meanest of flow
so fuck familiar, y'all better recognize me like ya seen me befoe'
i keep it gleamin n' go, back n forth wit D, we controlin the cyph
someone else need to step up n' take hold a the mic

[Voyce]

"someone else need to step up n' take hold a the mic"- Awe-dio

Hand it to me and I might, thank you for handin' the cyph/
Suppress like I'm drainin' all of ya life, makin' you small with the height/
Got a vision and sight, popped gats will have a kid flop/
Nigga I kid not, so fresh heads assume I'm made from a zip lock/
Fist pops feel like some big rocks, that and V be rockin' the stage/
Heads try and mockin' the age, wisdom have em dismayed/
Punches cut'em like I'm edgin' a fade, and I do it for days/
Set in my ways, grounded in stone, Voyce will always be known/
From the words I be showin', fuck the sun, I'm the one to be glowin'/
Got the D like Bruce Bowen, its time for me to take a breather/
I know they only words, but they so hot they gave me a fever/

[Anghellic]

Got the D like Bruce Bowen, its time for me to take a breather/
I know they only words, but they so hot they gave me a fever/

-Voyce
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Im eager like beaver, to clutch and rip up this rap shit,
reload it and click clack shit, no weapons just arsenals to cap shit,
wack shit, the mass get the full body plastic,
rap shit with one shit, one more time and then thaats it,
im drastic, heavy spittin like a camel thats fat; spliff
im lighten on, circles o's while blowin zones. move bones,
when i hit the shovel to the stone connected to ya tombstone,
ya boy's gone, mentally descriptive im gifted in six ways,
have ya misplaced in six caves for six days, now thats evil shit,
when you put all the numbers together and then spray,
chargin back the cyph with cyph nickle n voyce now,
We the reasons haters on the block with signs asking us how...

[Hollow]

Alright.... I'ma drop my first key-style on this board.


We the reasons haters on the block with signs asking us how...
Then waitin' til we turn our backs an' try blastin' us down/
We got too many lives, kids. So, please, TRY totin' enough gats/
'Cause I 'catch one bullet', best believe I'm 'throwin' ya some' back/
Y'alls like the first bitch I jacked a gun from, didn't have shit in his clip/
Shit, I leave a nigga lookin' holier than the fuckin' Genesis script/
Or I can put the nine down, an' pour my whole being in rhymes/
An' by the end o' the second bar, have cold tears stingin' my eyes/
But you'll never see these eyes cry, jus' a dude that stiffens his soldier face/
An' spends life feelin' like theres a crucifix on his shoulder blades/
So you haters, keep hatin'. But try facin' the damn truth/
We take it like champs, an' you jus' hate what you can't do/....

[DeCypher]

"We take it like champs, an' you jus' hate what you can't do/...." - Hollow

Most of these emcees are flakes, I treat 'em with some shampoo,
I slam through with Howitzers, take out your fans, and your camp too,
Don't perform a lot, still need a bookie though, ya'll got rookie flow,
Weak kats come near me and they get baked like cookie dough,
It's raw flavor, when it comes to battlin', life's a small wager,
Tall fakers get taken to like Chuck Norris candy, Roundhouse Jawbreakers,
It's just part of my style to spit so hot that computer screens crash,
We're the future, the rest are just outdated like old Dreamcasts.

[Roc]

We're the future, the rest are just outdated like old Dreamcasts. - Cyph

dreams just slip fast, offa my hands grasp, feelin so half-assed,
they say it's greener on the other side, i hardly see the lush grass,
tried with much class, missed the bigger image, of the pictures that i been in,
tried to test the waters but was afraid to put my feet in,
what's love? i know i need it.. though i have no definition myself,
goes to show i'm just not really well, so sick even my soul i'd sell,
but nah, why go that far? if i try harder i'm within reach of the stars,
bleed on paper, that's what i call art, such beauty comes from the heart,
out the dark comes a new chapter, a new dream to chase after,
done with all the bullshit, no longer subject to fecal matter..

[Mode]

no equal rapper, my technique'll shatter the planets heart,
the conceit'll scatter, the minute i'm gone the lament start,
rise like a goliath beneath you, sick style on the mic i'll eat you,
with rhymes so tight they slip through the eye of a needle,
i was born of fire, like a phoenix ascended from ashes,
i can't help that i'm dope, 'cos i aint intend it to happen,
ya'll can pretend that ya rappers, that's a tentative title,
on the mic i'm resplendent, 'n ya'll resentin my style..

[Voyce]

Repentin' denile, abusive pediphiles style's are senile/
Smack off they smiles, meanwhile choppin' they peniles/
So sick in the head, cells swarmin' in the blood of the bled/
Dumb as I said, put you to rest like you one of them Dawn of the dead/
Add some coins to my cred, get the scale so I could weigh in/
Mayhem unleashes the heat of one thousand satans/
Quit the fakin', discriminatin' artifical insemination for life/
Procrastination is strife, slashin' the time with a knife, start seein' the light/
Death becomes definition of fright, all to whom it happens in sight/
Fountain of youth's the truth as long as you believe that it might/

[Hollow]

Somethin' a little different. Went off Mode's since I remember him from a while back.

Resentin' my style, sittin' back confident like you ownin' thrones/
'Til we roll through. Mode an' 'Low, leave you wit' holes an' broken bones/...
Blast ya chest. Gotta last request? Go tell it to Jesus/
'Cause my technique is "Kill 'em quicker than suicide by telekinesis/
My techniques no less than perfect, though my "tech's a 9"/
It'll touch you twice: First impress you, then "in-press ya spine"/

[DeCypher]

"It'll touch you twice: First impress you, then "in-press ya spine"/" - Hollow

....Then ingest your rhymes,
Beef ain't a problem, I carry some salt in my back pocket,
My track slot is blowin' up mix-tapes like a packed rocket,
I thrash hotness if homies believe they're greater than I,
It's a dangerous life to tempt me, knowing my haters will die,
Emcees fall in line like dominos, truely I swallow flows,
Give your girls a yeast infection, and make you eat the sourdough...

[twotech]

crazy the life we lead/then people wonder y i pack the heat/
maybe cuz i wanna live to c tommorow/every minute that i live is borrowed/
its hell on these streets/ but when i die its heaven for g/
but if i were to go to hell/im coming back to pop these couple of shells/
and i aint ready to die/ill make a deal wit the boss just to stay alive/
im only nineteen/and you wouldnt believe half the shit i seen/
ive seen the fall of great emcees/and the rise of alot of wannabees/
theres only gonna be one me/youll never be like me cant you c/

[DeCypher]

Make sure to try to start your verse using the persons before you in this thread twotech.

"theres only gonna be one me/youll never be like me cant you c/" - 2tech

Although I never planned to be, another man but hell you can think it,
I don't think I'm perfect but I've taken a rep here and there, shrinked it,
I tinker with word flow like mechanics fuckin' with cars,
And I swallow weak emcees like AA's depressed and in bars,
I spit out more fluidity then camels after eatin' a meal,
And I do business more than a salesman makin' the deal,
You see metaphors are nothin' when it comes to my brain,
I'll take the cash-money gangster fakers and make change...