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04-22-2004, 08:36 AM
ignite flames from my face as my brain strains an races, flows hit like i'm swayin maces, smash beats for days until i finally reach the stage an crash heat wit sage, nah i wish it was real, takes proper kats to kick it with skill, rip it with zeal, the tightness i write with is sick an it's ill, smooth with a verse, this dude just cruise with the words, movin the herds when i let loose for a first an subduin a thirst.. |
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Respect: 6.5
Posts: 1,250 Join Date: Jul 2002
Location: madtown, wi
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04-22-2004, 04:06 PM
make 'em rise from the dead, they know i might supply raps/ so they awake, it shakes the ground as i make a sound/ ta bring em ta life as death tries ta take em down// So much energy endlessly flowin from these dope mics/ lyrics elevate 'n fly, words like we wrote kites/ so don't bite, get it correct and then flow like/ you're water in a river, yeah, we so nice// fa real bro.....we spittin it ill yo/ and rippin wit skill so listen we real yo/ no joke, we blow smoke when we need ta relax/ but no yo, today i'm simply spittin these raps/// Peace |
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All My Tracks Available @ Soundclick FREE 14 Track Downloadable CD: Anaktix: 'Unexpected MC' "it's like the outlook is changin... i think its called bein a man in the making......." -lyrics born |
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Respect: 1.5
Posts: 1,969 Join Date: Jun 2003
Location: Chocolate(Capital) City
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04-26-2004, 03:45 PM
no joke, we blow smoke when we need ta relax//
but no yo, today i'm simply spittin these raps//-Anaktix analyze the point made, the acquisition of skill is back// flo from anak to rid rappers from fame, behold the sharade// if i ever came to such terms, heaven forbade, rip myself of the mic n return to my roots for aid// rappers now come ghost written n premade// like their salary/ they all get prepaid// gather old scrypts and sit back n think a while// same in the keystyle,but use more tools with style// with animosity angerin all and altering activites about appeasing// the truth tells time n tide wait for no man, n no i aint teasing// with domino effects kats suspect ima abominable vet// thrill n manslaughter ur town,then kill n hand daughters doors down// |
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Knowledge is power. Without knowledge there's no real power..just 'weapons of mass destruction'.
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Location: Killadelphia, Pennsylvania
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04-29-2004, 04:31 PM
thrill n manslaughter ur town,then kill n hand daughters doors down//....Zodiak
wit shit so precious it costs more per pound than cocain to an addict in a dry town i fly round the world, in my mind not physically ya feel me behind you with words of wizidry freestyle is gods gift to me, so i flo swift and free in comparison yall stay behind distantly ya wish to be, rubbin lamps and pickin shamrocks every flo i throw kids be like hes dam hot for love not money is what we play for but in battle's i cut off heads like scottish claymore leavin mc's lost like the skipper on a three day tour |
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GoDDi Of New-Phex
No ONe Can RElate R.I.P. DIZZY & Grandmom & Berk  Its only impossible until its not To control others is to have power, but to control one's self is to know the way |
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Respect: 6.5
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04-30-2004, 03:20 PM
Yo come ta life 'n run ta mics, elevate 'n spit it/ Shit it's the kids again, steady rippin these cypher session's/ Got flobot 'n anaktix, we kick it with the cypher's blessin// And this is real, we spit with skill so flows stay Monumental/ Like that phallic block in Washington, we Straight Up bomb ya mentals/ Got Saddam's credentials of harm potential the way we make scriptures/ So calm ya stencils cuz armed wit pencils 'n words we paint pictures// It's ill man, not villains but we've mastered sinister flows/ So dope you like yo......we need a doc to administer those/ And that's real, yall cats feel the truth when we flow every time/ So be prepared cuz when we spit, you can quote every line...... Keepin the cypher blazin......... Peace |
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All My Tracks Available @ Soundclick FREE 14 Track Downloadable CD: Anaktix: 'Unexpected MC' "it's like the outlook is changin... i think its called bein a man in the making......." -lyrics born |
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05-02-2004, 11:04 PM
And that's real, yall cats feel the truth when we flow every time//
So be prepared cuz when we spit, you can quote every line//Anaktix and fill your disgust in famine, distrust biters clamin to b shaman// never load barrels but always bustin **lyrics** like soviet **canons**// you say you hard as bricks and tough down to ya bones// But I embed rocks and crush ya under rubble while u flint stones// this hit home// disgraced, you shamble to pieces,a distress mind lookin in broke mirrrors// lost in a void so you search comfort starin the shape of your figure// go figure, with fighters' gazes we writer's n sages// pen striken for ages, use ink to collapse minds, lyrics cause fissures on pages// continue the Aura on the tip Anaktix left on// mc maniac, how many Z fighters, half of '26', but still carry hip hop on shoulders dead on// the Talent's amazin, wont switch Modes, style's so perfect ' sets Infinite guidlines mc's use for corrections// not to brag but bring Razor sharp rhymes ya Brains can Reflexion// [reflect on.......delete this part for cypher] cypher still blazin |
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Knowledge is power. Without knowledge there's no real power..just 'weapons of mass destruction'.
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Location: Killadelphia, Pennsylvania
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05-03-2004, 08:10 PM
not to brag but bring Razor sharp rhymes ya Brains can reflect on....Zodiak
i don't listen to hip-hop, i disect songs live to do right and reject wrong but as strong as my might, yall detest john i regress back, then make astounding leaps stealin the sounds stolen in underground beats chillin wit my peeps, nowadays the bar scene smoke the orange-green, play wit my old b-ball team cut to the lane right through the seam pass the ball off like magic to kareem its a steady plan goddi runs the streets, concrete and the lands |
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GoDDi Of New-Phex
No ONe Can RElate R.I.P. DIZZY & Grandmom & Berk Its only impossible until its not To control others is to have power, but to control one's self is to know the way |
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05-04-2004, 07:55 PM
i spit a track ya can rewind, damn it's fine 'cos man i'm hype, i attack with focus don't ya notice how dope my flow is, as each tone approaches most kids don't know they hopeless, throwin boulders, every time it's raw i'm never rhymin poor, shinin as i'm wipin floors with styles hype like findin dinasaurs, it's evident with evidence emcee's aint hesistant ta send their reverence, ever since i spit some clever shit kids they mess with it it never quits, i'm winnin every minute whenever i'm spittin i rip it exquisit, i'll never be finished till the terror's diminished i'm livin ta spit it.. |
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Location: pittsburgh
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05-06-2004, 10:06 PM
i'm winnin every minute whenever i'm spittin i rip it exquisit,
i'll never be finished till the terror's diminished i'm livin ta spit it.. - mode like a horror flick I speak witth crazy shit/ more spits than a store full a kicks, grainy wit/ flaming shit I didn't write to make me feel ill/ fuck you!, i cut like a blades goin in for a kill/ shrill sounds spill from my mouth quickly/ hit me, i'll come back twice as hard with keys/ drop these styles over miles of beat n' cypher/ stop an sleep a while, makes my mind brighter/ burn like a lighter, with new found sense/ bringin suspense, dont kno the future tense/ 10 cents says ya cant dispense the facts/ sick of this crap, i'll rip any emcees trash/ i'm fuckin insane like that, guess its my habitiat/ arfens ill as fuck cuz he wears a panda hat/ |
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Vin Diesel and the Internet - relation? I THINK SO
Vin Diesel invented the internet while trying to steal cable TV. Contrary to popular belief, it was in fact Vin Diesel who invented the internet. Al Gore stole the designs when Vin fell asleep at his keyboard. http://www.4q.cc/vin/index.php |
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Respect: 1.5
Posts: 1,052 Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Where the pen and pad is
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05-07-2004, 02:55 PM
"i'm fuckin insane like that, guess its my habitiat/
arfens ill as fuck cuz he wears a panda hat/" wearin a panda's hat, and wearin 2 different faces/ spittin rhymes able to be felt in 2 different places/ 2 different cases, one mystery solved in 1 minute/ cant stop the flow of a gimic, not til the 1 whole is finished/ and if im outta control, then i guess ima never give in/ and if arfen is insane like that, then i guess im with him/ a sick duo we are with these writtens that we spittin/ mad lines that we flippin, no time to keep on rippin/ cause at the moment, im chillin at school and bored outta my mind/ and if i keep on writin, i can get caught, and i wont be spittin more lines// at skool....bored........and can get in trouble if caught.....=) peace ---===Adrenaline===--- |
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Respect: 14.5
Posts: 2,523 Join Date: May 2003
Location: Scarborough, ON
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05-08-2004, 12:51 AM
cause at the moment, im chillin at school and bored outta my mind/
and if i keep on writin, i can get caught, and i wont be spittin more lines/ (PL) maybe it'll catch on to ya boys, something to start a trend with being caught don't matter cuz ya cypher is ended stand up and defend it, ya gotta draw the line cuz ya gotta have heart if ya have the same birthday as mine ahah, dunno what that was.. guess just actually 'cyphering'.. meh.. *shakes off cobwebs* *switches it up a bit*.. Ahem.. Ya heard of me, ya nerds feel free to learn offa Flex get y'all yearning for next when i'm returning to text burn like virgins wit sex, soon get a new mic for some rec's but first put tracks to cassettes and leave sounds merkin' ya decks so forget about rep's, i left mine in the crypt when i crept i'm beginning a set so don't keep ideas ya kept yep, bulldoze flows with a small dose of my jammin' take ya hip hop appetite and leave it in famine get canned up like samon, i'll hand you ya hands man if ya dodgin' my canon i put you to sleep like i'm sand man fuckin' act like a mad man, i take cannibal pleasure place you in my food beside the side of hannibal lecter rhyme syllable wrecker, i'm rude with this bitch i'm worse than star jones with no food in her fridge not in the mood for this shit, but bored outta my mind shot to much with y'all digital fours, sixes and nines so hit me up with ya time, don't think y'all have the guts cuz pussies run from me like i got crabs on my nuts (ahah i really don't know) |
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05-08-2004, 08:38 AM
homies? none, a failed market scheme left me alone with gum, now as i eat fish skeletons addicted to this sedative, shit i got to get a grip, get a script an spit some epic shit, gotta leave this alley this dumpster so one night i snuffed thugs, bruised an stuffed, cut, but i got cash to buy a jacket thats puffed up, on my way now, had a shave an sing to what good tunes on, got good shoes on, now i only need a plate to put food on, work up to the top again, back in the habit i smoke weed, from riches to rags again, damnit i blew it all on the pokies.. just bein wack, trying to elevate |
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Respect: 14.5
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05-09-2004, 02:27 AM
work up to the top again, back in the habit i smoke weed,
from riches to rags again, damnit i blew it all on the pokies.. (mode) ya still can't even smoke me, though my habits have broke me my pockets are wholly feelin' like God's tryna roll me net's missin the goalie, everything comin' my way can't stop these hits on my pride and this shit though i pray turnin a positive face, only way that i'll win cuz i can't face the emptiness i'm feelin' within s'like i try and i try cuz i gotta fill up but my heart really feels like a bottomless cup my mind's about to erupt, i'm clenching my fists opportunities missed cuz i invented a list now i'm tryin to get through not knowing what i'm trying to get to squeeze meaning for mending fearin this bleek existence is ending |
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"Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy to those who feel" - Horace Walpole |
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05-09-2004, 08:03 AM
thoughts that i spill at you, thoughts un fuck with-able, i'm fly like marvel hero's, mode's online to bomb rhymes, flows knock out strong guys, yet it's nice like soft chimes, with absurd respect i just try make these words connect, yeah it's mode, ya heard the best from this nerd with text, english was my fave class, like overtime i make the game fast, how will i make my fame last? they'll remember the way i ate bars, to finish the cypher, mode an reflex attackin the track, make this fun for you kids, like that kat in a hat.. |
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05-09-2004, 01:50 PM
to finish the cypher, mode an reflex attackin the track,
make this fun for you kids, like that kat in a hat.. (mode) then enjoy the raps that we crack that make reputations collapse our flow connectin' this shit like the spines ya backs seperatin the wack, compared with u guys ---it's a wrap ya attack wouldn't be wise like Bush in Iraq using political backdrops and subliminal messages the untensils are poison lose the pencils ya sketches with no good comin' out of this wretchess bitch, war ain't the answer while people die on the streets from overdose, aids and cancer there's no necromancers, innocence always pays their lives are the currency in the world of today they got something to say, but whoever's in power ignore the cry of the masses, everyday, ever hour fruits of efforts gone sour, the controllers just lust this toastin' the evil at parties perpetuatin' injustice we're bawling! this day's callin' for a hero to save else we'll just keep livin' in bars and keep diggin' our graves |
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