[puertolumbian]

We stay the truest from beginnin' to end - XxNameLessxX


til the end when the apocalypse reigns
know that we been through alotta s**t mang
when yuh tried to split veins, i was there
when yuh tried suicide and replied "i dont care"
i had yuh back, and i still got it no matter what
we been through gashes, skull clashes and battle cuts
everytime the cops was after yuh, i watched out
even when yuh served time in yuh life and was locked out
i still had cover over yuh life and i still do now
trust me, im as live as it gets, my lyrics prove how...

*****************************
changin it up....

i split veins through gaps in skin
angelic life style, i practice sin
the facts is in, PL the sickest on the DL
apocalypse? yes, matter a fact... i bleed hell
no need for details, i sell souls to the all seeing
i aint gon stop til each one of you is all bleeding
you stall-- feeling this pressure of mine
i dont spit lyrics, i spit lectures divine
im infectin yuh kind, blessin the mics
got beef? kid, come step in the hype
you walk in the wrong direction tonite
ima feed on yuh corpse, mad dissection tonite
my words is weapons for life, now keep up
wanna keep livin mang? just ask...or speak up

*blam!*

lol.......changed it up, cause i felt a lil mushy earlier...and i hate doin that.....

my words is weapons for life, now keep up
wanna keep livin mang? just ask...or speak up - PL

well let me pick this heat up my boy poet ripped this shit
atlantik militia, back and we killin ya with a brand new hit
man we sick, we flow so show boat cant beat the amc
ya wanna fuck with me? please ya can't compare to my frees
with ease i please crowds they know my steeze fo' sho
and never befo' you ever were sure ya cannot compare to our flow
so sit back, take a seat, have a drink, beat ya meat
we defeat, and destroy, all posers and toys we knockin them off o' they feet
we greet death like a friend in the end we defend
we aint tryna pretend, we were destined to send
all these mad wack, no talent hacks, who smoke to much crack
back to the place where the sun shines jet black
yeah y'all thats hades, militia pleasurin ladies
we hotter than hell, lookout we takin ya babies
we crazy, so blaze me a blunt never front cunt
we score on first down y'all, atlantik don't punt
we the best, on top, always up never downed
and we flow so fluid our opponents be drowned

[XxNameLessxX]

and we flow so fluid our opponents be drowned --BBoy Dobb
We ownin' these clowns, it's funny how we holdin' 'em down/
Explodin' ten rounds, killin' bitches 'til la dia que muerto/*
Lo prometo on my homies Mode, Jroc an' puerto/**
An' if you look between lines for the meanin' while I'm cursin'/
They'd look like holy scriptures wit' more meanin' than Bible verses/
Pac, I carry with me the messages an' lesson's you once said/
An' although I admit that I'm completely Blood 'til I'm dead/
Never will I give my life jus' to defend the "blue" or the "red"/
I said what I'll do an' I'll do what I said/
Explode ten rounds an' kill bitches til the day that I'm dead/


* "La dia que muerto" translates to "The day that I die"
** "Lo prometo" translates to "I promise it"

Explode ten rounds an' kill bitches til the day that I'm dead/ - nameless

yeah i repped red, but i aint a blood
there aint no crips or piru in my hood
but red is my colour, yeah rouge i displayed
since the day when i first became a blade

see i was a kid y'all fresh outta primary
and this crew right, well they couldnt wait but bind me
to a lifestyle of cime and drugs an thugs an shit
took me 6 more years til i had enough of it
i spent my time, for carryin my butterfly to a fight
the sight of blood on my hands i saw on many a dark night
im scarred for life, a gunshot wound, a knife scar
shit 3 of my boys they didnt even see the car
9mm, through jasons skull, the punks in black
with their switchblades, we sliced but those dudes stabbed ad hacked
no remorse, but of course its all part of the streetlife
sometimes i wish that it was me who died by the knife
you had so much in ya life, that never got lived
so for now, and evermore, its thanx i give
that i knew all o y'all my homies, my clan
i just hope that when you died it was part of a plan
to make this world of ours, a better place
but if you died in vain, the human race is a disgrace

R.I.P jase, ken, rick, jimmy, mark, dan and alex. blades for life, not a one past 20.

peace

[bboyarfen]

to make this world of ours, a better place
but if you died in vain, the human race is a disgrace - tigger

flowin off a cat whos been gone, its about time,
ill with his skills, a lyricist who drops devout rhymes,
and now onto myself, I've felt flows before,
i'm goin towards perfection, as I'm knowin more,
but hell, fuck bein great y'all can take that on yaselves,
i'm here ta enjoy shit, destroy shit...not sell,
can't spell the way I feel, words don't deal this,
just comin straight from within, no one can steal this,
rockin it in every way possible, showin lots,
ain't stoppin, i'll be rockin it til my blood flowin stops....

[Mantic]

rockin it in every way possible, showin lots,
ain't stoppin, i'll be rockin it til my blood flowin stops.... Arfen

know i cant leave this essence of blessings/
my mic is desendin to universal testing/
never to leave, flowing after arfen, let the next proceed/
dropping lyrics so dope, its fucking hard to read/
drop some feed, proceed, lets keep hitting/
cypher power we bringing, we stage singing/
battle tactical pranks facionable ranks/
extending our legions till ladies end dropping theyre pants/
Im a "rampage" of destruction/
thats why when ladies sea~me, theyre waters rushing/

[Bboy_Hypnotizer]

dive in bigheaded first quench uh lifetime of thirst
carve raps in adamantium blocks to protect every verse
[indestructible]
changes circle around to surround, negative or positive its bound
to happen perhaps when people see the power in the youth
from seeds now strong as trees that began to bear fruit
HYPKNOW the living proof, organizing young people for truth
lyrical knack i boot in the cypher i shoot 21 gun shot salutes
rappers jumping to death like paratroopers with defective parachutes
hiphop's loneliness coming thru sounds of her flute
unheard 'over wack beats playin from producin flukes
wacks slurped up like soup, 2feet known as my coupe
journalist emcee with paragraph after paragraph
but no loops
to cut corny chrome-loving cats in half
rhyming around the world on hoops

[Roc]

"..rhyming around the world on hoops" - hypno

cornbread 'n soup, sometimes i go a day starvin',
sometimes i thinka chips like wood that i'm carvin',
that's cause i came ta the game hungry, some say i'm lame but on the real they still love me,
i'm standin' by heaven's gates lookin' at hell, "no one above me",
studyin' earth, what's up with these kids steady doin' they dirt?
pre-teens with barely-there skirts 'n wannabe thugs doin' stick up's, everybody get hurt,
it's insane really, religious folks pretty mundane, feel me?
what's left fa this world is the war, vietnam in the '60s,
too many scapegoats ta scrape throats, aliens in roswell, same hoax,
addiction is in the lineage, still sniffin' that same coke..

too many scapegoats ta scrape throats, aliens in roswell, same hoax,
addiction is in the lineage, still sniffin' that same coke.. - jroc

and its a lame joke, the way this game chokes
to say this flame smokes, and proclaim this name broke
coz i'm canin' insane tokes, on roaches a' plenty
baggie's empty, cashed, my bong's spent see
i smoke weed all day, appalled, hey? who cares?
i drew bare, so much dope, that i got green hair
and i'm fucked, to the point of no return
the way my flow burns, seems like all that i earn
is the privelage to yearn, for the sweet little leaf
or is it bud, or hash, fuck this is causin me grief
my draw* n my reef, damn chief, i needa chill
before my brain skills and game kills me, i've had my fill

[Bboy_Hypnotizer]

hypknow "ate" wackness but not "full" with it
word 'circumcision' on stage leaving 'unmasked pricks'
slow to figurin it plainly im sayin it rappers are dicks
not phallic enough to penetrate straight pure lyrics
here it is hear it from my call
hiphop galore check the rhymes in store
inventory filled with imagery n all
sniff sniff crack crack all senses attacked in the verbal brawl
embarassed to death lost ya breath shit its no draw
hypknow clashes with yall n keep it real "raw"
peaceful but easily flip backwards to bring "war"
‘cause its like that
flames flash freely and flicker
weaker immune system so im sicker

weaker immune system so im sicker - bboy hypnotizer

some peeps flow viscous yo, but im slicker
mind's quicker, devine thicker, shit my mind's a slow ticker
like a broken clock, i rock but i don't ring
i sing pretty good, but my punches don't sting
i needa learn some battle tactics, earn some medals
foot to the metal, im cold i dhould be hot like the devil
but im not, my mind's shot, each line i spit is worse than my last
when i spit i go fast, and even when my flow's past
i'm smashed an outclassed coz i smoke too much grass
i'm a stoner, so fucked i cannot get a boner
so time for me to rhyme a free proclaimin i'm a loner

[XxNameLessxX]

so time for me to rhyme a free proclaimin i'm a loner Dobb
Wipin' old tears off, new ones is stainin' my shoulder
I gotta get up. I can take it, I'ma soldier!
But there's a point where the blood jus' boils up/
A snake o' rage slither's up my throat an' my spine an' jus' curls up/
I'm riled up; these people jus' fuckin' suck!/
My sanity an' my mind is almost gone; Still, I'm goin' on/
I feel weak as fuck; but fuck it, I'm still goin' strong/
I always drop the ball, but, still I keep goin' long/
An' in song, I describe my tribulation/
Battlin' hallucinations, life-like imitations/
Perpetrators hatin' me 'cause I stray from norm/
You biased fuck! It's not whether ya better/
It's whether you can weather the storm/
An' you shallow-minded, two-timers that's stabbin' backs/
Take this motherfuckin' life, bitch! You can have it back/



--Not my best work; but I was gone over the weekend an' still feelin' tired as hell--can't think of anything real great.

[XxNameLessxX]

Take this motherfuckin' life, bitch! You can have it back/ Myself
Mom, when I slit my wrist, le'see ya laugh at that!/
You can crack another bat across my back/
'Cause this time, I'm lashin' back to drop ya ass/
Stomp your back! Crack every single bone in ya corpse/
Leave ya life-less, breathless. It's about time ya own up to yours/
Die, bitch! I see ya face move, I'll kick it in!
Rip again! Split ya skin, switch wrists an' slit again!/
Trick-ass slut, see if I don't fuck you up!/
Ya broke, stupid an' unemployeed. That's how much you suck!/
I'll "Clean Out My Closet" but I do mean to make you cry/
I'll pull out a .45, play Russian Roulette wit you an' hope you die/
All this time, bitch. It's time to face facts, it's true/
17 years later. Le'see who's turned their backs to who/



Figured I'd rap again to make up for my lame ass battle earlier.

[Anaktix]

a cypher is a buncha peeps flowin off eachother, if a person in a real cypher ever tried ta end his shit, then flow again after himself it'd be ridiculous lol, so please, dont post after yaself.

peace

[Awe-Dio]

when these kids ever gon' learn how a cypher flow burn..
how a microphone's earned, n how to hold tha damn microphone firm
read, learn, n respect the damn rules..
how many times i gotta reject u damn foos..
for u realize ya need to earn n collect ya damn dues
i'ma jus so sick a these damn dudes, n they mans too
and i'm real sick a this canned food, this bad mood
that makes me snap at any mafucka that makes a bad move
and sometimes i get sad too, so i burn a blunt, some dope fa the brain
shit man, it helps me cope wit the pain... but i ain't gon front
like i aint got hope a label'll open name, free to the public
i'm much happier these days, but i still smoke weed cuz i love it
hell, i'ma go burn one soon as i finish this quick key
and jus so y'all dont forget, the real name is Nick, peace.