"so I dont know why yall deny your whack"
cuz if ya cant even cypher then why yall rap

and if you cant rhyme on beat why claim u can blaze a track/
im aimin at/ niggas who claimed they strapped/
only thing they ever poped was a fat bitches bra strap/
i stand a loner in a world full of the needy people/
the sacred one my bodys my temple my heart is my steeple/
i deserve praise after i leave listeners amazed/
me and the mic got engaged soon as i hit center stage/
will share soft emotions with you people or unleash the rage/
till my voice sprays /like a twelve gauge/ and stagefright fades away/
till i stand proud to spit it /feel proud to live it/
till my followers/are far beyond countable digets/
till im not another steroetype or another statistic/
the handy man on the rap game tough job but im gon fix it/

...those my sun-spots dis our cypher, yall my kin-men.."- Talent

I be-gin spitt-in, takin the pass, makin a path
on my way steppin on all the snakes in the grass
They get smoked out n choked while I blaze eighths n laugh
with no doubts or or jokes Im playin with raps
they spray on the track like the way of the gat
but the way that I act aint quite like that
I stay tight with raps and Hang with cypher cats
were bangin on tha track with a gang like strike attack
usina mic like n axe we split threads in two
heads can get it too when were steppin threw
so ya wanna step to who its Dez.v an emcee
from T'//C the wreckin crew, so check it dude,
while I stop to see who's next for you

You S@cred, figured I'd flow on from Talent coz his spit came first/

Thoughts rock the snot-box, burnin red-hott/
I caught myself do-it-again, those my sun-spots dis our cypher, yall my kin-men/ - Talent

It's me and my kin up in the place-again / Keepin other emcees straight outta the frame, my friend / Pack such heat, rap to home-made-beats-outta-sight / fill rhyme-book sheets as I step-the-streets-late-at-night / Pen in one hand, notepad in the other / Word to yo momma, I'll take a ballpoint to this punk brotha / So you better stop and think, before you spit some other dumb shit / I grab your style and dunk-it, as this funk-shit flows like liquid / Like I was a squid, inject this fucka with my sick ink / Flow too damn thick, can't swim, y'all just sink / And you ain't watertight, mouth bubblin as you screamin / Think yo can hold yo breath to this, you must be fuckin dreamin / So now we scheming, tryin'a wake these punks from slumber / The surface rips asunder, as these hoes gasp in wonder / We divin under, while all these bitches remain in a state a sleep / Styles so sweet, we take it down ten thousand leagues deep...

this is off of s@cred, the cyphers starting to go pretty good I like that, props to all who participated, peace


Sacred posted late but ya know I'm gonna fix it
when I create shit like a bomb, hear it tickin?
No, then I think I know whats missin from your complexion
its your motherfuckin ears cuz yall cant seem ta listen
or even pay attention did I leave ya that broke when I hit ya
what yall dont understand cant seem to get the picture
while I come threw rock jams and write scriptures

its your motherfuckin ears cuz yall cant seem ta listen~ DezV

cant listen/ so my course ya missin cuz of closed orfices/
dispropotionate earlobes dont sound support this shit/
cant afford to quit, and leave tha rap game aborted/
untameable flame and rap fame, steady movin toward it/
I feel my skill and its real but people say to ignore it/
better record it for your mental retension/
me and my crew aint tryin to fight you, pay attention/
this is tha cypher spiten for tha honorable mention/

me and my crew aint tryin to fight you, pay attention/ this is tha cypher spiten for tha honorable mention/-Sub-Zero

so we lay down the smack if you lack comprehension / abstract facts from a rhyme dimension / screaming "that all you got?" even with our very last breath / laugh in the face-a-death, keepin the cypher pace-in-check / leavin-the-place-a-wreck, sentence emcees to execution / your rhymes are noise pollution, it's time for retribution / Like in Green Mile, I strap you in and flick the lever / and you get no sponge, I immolate you, disbeliever / Reduce foes to ashes as I spit poetic fire / Drop prose on these hoes like I was Zephaniah / Leave no survivors, cleanse haters in flames / Leave they cru searchin tryina find charred remains / These suckers get smoked like we was fiends to their cocane / and we burn mutherfuckaz who refrain from the brain-strain

[razorbrain]

.. once again, razor brain continues to bring pain/
gods of rap sent me as message to those who is lame//
the wack shall be sacrificed, only the strong survive/
i PLAY FAST and move FORWARD, most of ya are stuck on REWIND//
all of the time: deep flow/ cats shook wanna creep low/
ya cant reach, the top of me peak is too steep yo//
seek heat? no..... this cold heart is stainless/
the game alone, will send ya to ya coffin nameless///

[FlawlessSkillz]

No ones gonna have to guess..cuz i put them to rest/
Fuck these niggas,be fillin' bullet holes in thier chest/
Flawless not rapping..is like the salad without the dress/(dressing)
I be hittin this thread up wit my lyrical verses/
Im tired of these Fake Kats.. cuz they be rhymin' like Fred Durses/(fred Durst..limp bizkit)
Ya gotta be real..ya gotaa fell the lyrics flow/
Like me..ya gotta knock-out cats in just one blow/
my rhymes be like radiation makin kats Glow............

[Roc]

"the game alone, will send ya to ya coffin nameless" - razor

tales from the crypt, coffins open and scream like ghostly scriptures/
jroc spits his heart out, shattering the deep roots of rotten dentures/
blackened gums, his 'punches' leave it bloody like gingivitis/
even worse, his viral 'flows' turn fatal like B-case hepatitis/
watch the mouth, coz he can 'break-your-face' like 50*/
dislocate the jaw, then he'll 'seal-your-fate' like Wizzy*/
fuck a battle, it only takes a minute to spur heat in a cypher/
like jalapeño peppers, you can't pick it if you was Pete Piper/



* 50 Cent & The Wizard of Oz

corpses in the ocean, no name to attest/
fuck a name tag, FBI's gonna havfta guess...!/-Soviet

Such heavy funk, dunked-ya, sunk-ya in the sea / You chokin and soakin while we scopin like Fugees* in the submarine / So fresh and so clean, impressive and so mean / Smoke fools like they was green, sprinkle ashes on has-beens / Annex that punk-head from your neck like a guilloteen / Keep these rhymes obscene, burn bitches in kerosine / Closed minded cats locked inside mind penitentiaries / You'll never be free, I enslave emcees like I was Ramasees / Confine your rages to cages, then I discard the only key / Spit philosophies, always coming sick like I'm Socrates / my man Razor swings them swords like he was Damacles / Hack inches off ya knees, reduce wannabes to fuckin' mini-mes / If ya skills ain't Flawless, then you better never step to me / I'm fresh, you the oldest, so don't you be testin me / Cool like Sub-Zero showin who's flows the coldest / I slice and toast these fools like they was loaves of Hovis*/ make blue blood from your nose-flow, stomp shit like I was Castro / cross the Bay of Pigs to stick my flag up in your ass, ho...

*Fugees reference- the ready or not video where they're in the sub / Hovis- a make of bread

soz I couldn't fit everyone's name in; flowing too fast to remember everyone.

[Anaktix]

how many cyphers are goin on in here? Peace.

I think a few people posted at the same time. I flowed off Soviet coz his was first after Razor.

Peace.

[mothafunky]

"cross the Bay of Pigs to stick my flag up in your ass, ho..."-hangman

jus' like tha bay of pigs, uz only a failya/
so i pick up my gats an set out ta impale ya/
on ya lyrical train? i blow tha tracks, derail ya/
leave ya face pall as all tha blood-runs-out/
u was hit by lyrical slugs, pull my word-guns-out/
then i heard-some-shouts as my bullets spurred-yo-mouth/
an sent u on yo way ta visit tha devil/
cuz lyrically yall can't attain this same level/
leave slugs lodged in tha brain, so yall feelin tha pain/
makin it impossible to try an gain, or even maintain/
cuz i ain't playin so watch out cuz ima make tha bulltes rain/
cuz while u all get smoked, i own this rap game.

peace

[/i]cuz i ain't playin so watch out cuz ima make tha bulltes rain/
cuz while u all get smoked, i own this rap game. [i]- mothafunky

I own this rap-game, got the hardest cats-tame / now they doin tricks, jumpin through hoops of flames / coz I'm crackin whips, on all these weak ass kittens / with flows like syrup, or that honey-comb drippin / rhymes so sweet that they bound to get bitten / I sting like a bee, with flows that sound like pre-writtens / Place emcees in the harshest conditions / too cold, now you wish you'd brung some mittens / So quit your repetition, it's like yo' records skippin / There musta been an error in the cell division / You had a mutation now your rhyme chromosome's missin / I muthafuckin own you, so don't spit without express permission

[razorbrain]

im teaching- a- lesson, hits - in- succession, is what im stressin/
testing-ya-might, and stressing- the- mic, while in the session//
confessions of dark mind; a sinner makin rights wrong/
and writes long rhymes, along the lines of a tight song//
and strikes quite strong!.. blocked blows carry the imprint/
of the man that threw them: Moves as well as skills decribed as liquid//
sharp and to the point like one of my blade analogies/
brought kombat to you mortals before you even heard the word 'fatality'//
damage me? never , my punches leave you searchin for teeth/
got you nursin cut wounds before i pulled my sword from the sheath//
everybody these days wanna be a ride or die killa/
a high flying, fly by night, kickin it live thrilla//
fucking that, i spit what i know shit that i'm about/
my life, and my shit..nothin fake here with out a doubt//
most cats card players; pokers faces, but cards are full of fluff/
shook when real dogs up the ante and call the're bluff///