then I break on the floor like I can shapeshift
Yall cant takeit no more yo I'm out pacekid - Dez V.

You can't take it, checkin the pace-kid / Metamorph and shapeshift, go get a face-lift / Emcees who step to battle me must be massicistic / I bring brutal ballistcs, reduce the best to mere statistics / Keep the head count rising in the back of my rhyme book / reduce the time took, speedy knockouts with right hooks / like that Ali fight, lighting strikes in the distance / I electrify, the bee-sting butterfly, crack punk heads with persistance

[GORGANUS]

since the dawn of time,
i knew the world was mine,
taught those cave men to make the wheel,
to educate their mind,
i'am so devine,
just listen to the way i rhyme,
don't need to pack a gack,
or rhyme about a nine,
see i don't need thoes thing's
i'am blessed from the almighty,
that why when you spit that crap,
that shit just don't excite me,
i'am tight B,
like a extra small shit on fat bastard,
when i spit car crashing,
cause of this flow i've mastered,
and you just started,
spiting flow that sound's retarded,
so i'am a beat ya ass to learn respect,
just like your mom did,
and when your calim kid,
i'am pour acid on you,
and leave you mentaly scared,
at home watching rerun's of kung-fu,
so what you gonna do when GORGANUS run's wild on you,
and when you make you entrence,
the crowd's screeming wild (FUCK YOU)
see i could rhyme non stop,
till i'am outta breath, blue and i pop,
cause i got the skillz to make 10 elephant's drop,
(nah) i can stop,
like puff daddy sampling old song's,
i treat this rap shit like sex,
i could go all night long,
did you ever think that GORGANUS can spit like this?
praying everytime i rhyme that my fist might miss,
my action is,
as strong as the flow i bring,
i think ya stuck on repeat,
cause ya saying the damn- same- thing,
how -can- they- bring,
flows to test GORGANUS,
so get ya cash,
cause i'am coming like a Metro Bus,


i did'nt know i'ts gonna be this long sorry



GORGANUS HAS SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!

I am so scared, doing scary things. Sometimes i want to jump out the window and fling
myself to the ground smash and crash
so much pain, i wont ever come back
but i aint gona try weed or crack,
for pleasure that will come back
to haunt me like a drug dealer who bought u smack
keep pushing, never smash
my head between rocks,
crackin them in,
however tempted my hand,
is to cutting my skin,
with that small throwing knife,
rippin it open, without strife
burning my head off, with a flare.
thinkin to myself, no one would care.

This is dedicated to ya'll who ever considered or commited sucide!

Those last two posts weren't cyphers. Read the first page of this thread if you don't know what a cypher is. Keep the irrelevant stuff out of this thread. Take it to the newbie thread or sumthing.

aight

"crack punk heads with persistance"- Hangman

stand back its Hangman n' D we go the distance
runnin laps around the track we be the sickest
gunnin down cats with these raps come n git it
or come git with it spit some real shit
and I might feel it cuz I feel realness
so I freak this and let my speech twist
I'm still sick bringin this ill shit
I spill it like a cup fulla liquid
my weapon I dont conceel it I kill shit
so anybody steppins gettin it real quick
Cuz I stay disgustin rushin uppin the function
while yall aint sayin nothin your just fuckin up the discussion

Cuz I stay disgustin rushin uppin the function
while yall aint sayin nothin your just fuckin up the discussion

Suckers saying nuthin, you wreckin the discussion / Your heads the destination where red blood cells be rushing / When we ripping, highly solvent straight venom spitting / Dez V and me lost track of how many heads we splitting / From horrific visions that can chill bones and frighten / to the deepest flows that pierce ya souls to enlighten / Deeply traumatising, newbies rock from shell-shock / Sucker emcees drop-off, get a red-dot, then a head-shot / We spit the realest shit, keep the feel of the cypher / Picking off whack spits like the washington sniper / with rhymes that slay fiction, packing a broad diction / put an end to repetition of weak-ass dissin' / all punches thrown are missin, now it's my ass you're kissin / to reduce these hoes to ghostly apparitions is my mission...

[Roc]

"to reduce these hoes to ghostly apparitions is my mission..." - Hangman

smoke belches from your mouth like a ghostly apparition/
you've been hit by a deadly spit, like a bullet to skin collision/
wasn't braced for impact, your ass got struck by the murderous palm/
the blood squirts, death came as quick as the droppin' of an A-bomb/
like a judgement, you've been sentenced by the decree of a real
nigga/
bound for eternal suffering, your rhymes won't be here to save ya.../





just a quick one to get back into this cypher...

[mothafunky]

"like a judgement, you've been sentenced by the decree of a real
nigga/
bound for eternal suffering, your rhymes won't be here to save ya.../"-bboy jroc

ya rhymes can't save ya, cuz my lyrics enslave ya/
cuz i spit verbal chains, but who could blame ya?/
cuz who'da thought i'd be spittin words that end-ya-life/
comin so hard i crush u, ya kids, and-ya-wife/
ur words try ta stab me, but u land on-ya-knife/
cuz thru my pain an strife i still make niggaz burn/
while lyrics churn, i can make tha illest brothas learn/
that what they didn't know really does get them harmed/
and tha lyrics they try ta spit miss, while these peeps get disarmed/
cuz there's nothin u can do when start my attackin/
peeps just get killed, an tha bodies keep stackin...

sorry, this was a really bad rhyme, but i was bored

cuz there's nothin u can do when start my attackin/
peeps just get killed, an tha bodies keep stackin.../ mothafunky

omega way past body stackin/ gun clappin, stored like iraq weapon stashin/
light flashin, from tha gat blastin/ lives passin not lastin/
my passions to kill, and thats real not movie castin/
no idea what i feel/ when on the news death and crack deals/
weakness revealed, fueds and attacks when will it end?/
and now hip hop under fire, will you stand and defend?/

been savin all for the tourney but now that im out heres a lil suttin aside from a battle verse

weakness revealed, fueds and attacks when will it end?/
and now hip hop under fire, will you stand and defend?/
fans-in-demand, half the kids cant-comprehend//
stand-in-hates-land bein attacked from those who wont-understand//
wont-be-a-man, and live up to see our-style-inside//
just hide-all-ya-eyes, only singin they hear is american idol-like-guys//
and girls, but the world has heard a new beat shakin the concrete-n-cities//
try to stomp-me-wit-pitty, but man these-hands-is-gritty//
i work for my skills, began in-the-dirt searchin for lyrics and what raps-are-worth//
and why not give up when no one helps in-the-search//
it-gets-worse, its like the father prechin damned things-in-church//
and-it-hurts, to go on hand-in-hand just ta fall back-in-lands//
of battles and hatred, so back to sub-z "will-you-stand"?//
or fall, let these blinded fools shatter-all//
who cant see what rappin is worth after-all//

§ peace §

"will you stand, or fall? let these blinded fools shatter-allwho cant see what rappin is worth after-all."- FreeLanceRapper


I'ma hurt you all that jack purses for flows
you pussy rappers I'ma curse you all
with one verse n yall wont spit no more
whack rappers yo Im out ta git ya all
so I'll just stomp ya comp n make the circuits blow
then sit back n watch the cypher circle grow
with no more bitches cuz they've all been disposed of
so I'ma stop spittin just ta see whos next ta show up,
in the freestyle cypher thread where shits about ta blow up
so dont try rep with Dez unless yall can go nuts

in the freestyle cypher thread where shits about ta blow up
so dont try rep with Dez unless yall can go nuts - Dez V.

Kinda like squirrels who ain't stashed no nuts / suckers get deleted coz they got no guts / Tryin'a step to these phat-spits, with no style and no tac-tics / All up in the cypher tryin'a talk some whack-shit / same ol' same ol' lyrics, repetition tradition / bullshit emissions, get smacked untill submission / But we keep these flows killing, skilling, coming correct / To a real emcee, good rhymes are a mere reflex / actions liable to put you in traction if you de-fect / to that over self-respect for your own stupid bitch-ass projects...

[razorbrain]

...never no- nonsense: spit knowledge quick; speed scholar/
a crazy collabo; like doing the harlem while I pop collars//
the foolish get spastic, once our facets blast hits/
at the speed of flash: or when feet, hit the dash quick//
rippling rhymes, rips thru rugged ruff ryders/
into raw chunks..do the math,our wrath could divide ya//
The iron, is nothing less but the stone cold truth/
real hard to the core, like if the cypher was brought to the booth//
never packed guns, but cats duck when im spraying/
got dragonballs; kick more than hot lines their Super Saijins(sayings)//
thoughts weigh heavy; so my spits leave me light headed/
but leaves you crushed : blood loss equal to what my knife- rhymes shedded///

[Mrboogie23]

razors rhymes shedded, words forever imbedded/
get shredded, leave all wack kids beheaded/
fainthearted beware, ferociously furious skills ready to terrify/
vividly vacating all cats voices with my vast vocabulary.. u wanna verify?/
claspin all clitoris and cleavage, clippin and combatin weak shit who wanna clarify?/
comin with terrible testimonies from my rhyme book.. dont
look/



lol..

I got tired.. haha.