[razorbrain]

this thread is different from the freestyle session in that its just cats of any skill level flowin off eachother feeding(not biting) off the previous person rhymes, and continuing it with your own.. this should present and interesting challenge to both vets and newbs, keepin up with the flow or topic or whatever its about... but and i stress this: THIS IS NOT A PLACE TO BATTLE OR CHALLENGE. so keep that shit out of here.... the length can be as along or as short as ya'll want, you can take it any way yall want(ex. pickin up the last words, the last sentence, the same topic, switch the topic, makin a story, etc)...since i created it it only makes sense i start it off with a few bars...lol what a way for me to come back huh lol




yo...
easily known, bright raps enlighten ya dome/
battle on the site? man, i bring beef right to ya home//
always live with it/ sick lines,venomous spit/
poisonous hits, keep ya on the run like enema sticks//
never spit a written in a session: that's like a act transgression/
only droppin hard off the top, showin carnal aggression//
so whats the lesson that im stressin to the best of my ability?/
"ONLY FREESTYLES WANTED" and keep it raw ya feelin me?//
I'm LockDown, But known to the masses as razor brain/
shackled you down with sharp thoughts and TWO stage names//
elevated pain- more flow than over 80% of your frame/
8 glass of water a day is more than enough piss on your parade//
END GAME, checkmate dog, time to end this quick/
yall just startin to get hold of this, while i been had a death grip//
end


nah you dont have to write on the same topic, but you do have to feed off of somethng fomr the previous person..at some poin in ya rhyme you can do it anywhere though..kinfal like free droppin my name in his, or you can even use a line fomr someone's shit.. get creative with it ya know? aight yall do it up



P.S.- New rule- You have to wait till after 3 different people have posted spits after your post before you can jump in the cypher again.. this will stop alot of the multitude of post by the same person..

hey razor, i like the sound of this...it's a lil different, but i want to know...about the feeding off thing, does that mean that if anyone wants to spit next, do they have to rap about the same subject that the previous guy is spitting?

yo ya betta be sittin cuz if ya aint ya'll gettin knocked-down//
bringin this shit like raze-a he got it LOCKDOWN//
rock clowns, bboy bring da heat wit cha hott sound//
gatherin masses like NYC in tha downtown//
ya'll listenin like i was ya teacher niggas gather round//
trackin ill rhymes got cha'll bithces howlin like ya'll was blood hounds//
drop a verse ya MC's tune in ya ears//
ima make like Tom Clancy and make muh rhymes THE SUME OF ALL FEARS!!//

§ holla §

Sub-Z steps up turns all the fears to tears/
chuckles and sneers turn to yells and cheers/
bringin the new sound for the new year/
room freeze when when Sub-Z near/
pass a beer/ rap better when intoxicated/
fate slated to be mimiced and imitated/
cuz the rap style that I created/
got too many enemies, widley hated/
cuz I rewind lives leave Mcs in diapers/
whos gonna write the next line in this cypher?/

ey yo ey yo, when you ask who's next? It must be the best//
Sum of all fears? Trust me, it's stress//
I'm like a viral disease, watch me infect//
Hocus pocus, magical interest, mass you with my locusts, masochist infests//
Focus with killer instinct, global domination//
V-Max is the definition of an Asian Invasion//
Before you take a trip to the sun or the moon//
Be sure you take a shit inside the men's washroom//
Most emcees be fake, they tend to forget the truth//
Sex, drugs, and hate...and say they represent the youth!!//
I boast the best in me, let me manifest in you//
And if you'd give me a chance, I give a hundred percent, it's true//

i boast the best in me, to put a test on me too/
my level may not reach up to you/
but the percentage i'm giving is a hundred and ten/
i send this post as a new years resolution/
hope theres no confusion with this str@nger revolution/
a newbie searching for a new form of evolution/
as soon as i grow i ask for respect/
i'm not calling myself a vet, but my rhymes i'll inject/
i'll shove them down your throat, and make you digest them/
i hope to battle test 'em and learn a new lesson/
cause to learn more and more is all i emplore/
in 2k3 i hope to see myself somewhere on these breakdance boards/

Now this is what I like, a little freedom flowing/
Less pain to the brain and your veins be showin/
Won't you kick back and relax with me?/
Cuz this track marks a path to 2000 and 3/
The ball drop, soda pop, and balloons are flying/
We make resolutions but we're always lying/
It's okay tonight, we're practically dying/
On the way home, cuz we drunk and driving/
A new day, a new way, to play the game/
Wake up today, I got something to say/
New hope, true dope, when I got my way/
We the MCs and we're here to stay/

[razorbrain]

in deed here stay, here to play, fake bothers stand clear/
the way we droppin bombs, might as well call it HAPPY NUclear//
razor inflict damages, wether in the mind or the chest/
you will always see scars or bloddy wounds on the last one who tried to test//
the one, bringin together brothers: vet or beginner/
in a collaboration with my dogs, the results: always a winner//
and at the end of my days ill still be rippin shit spiting/
while hackin lungs blood: you know, shit thats truly sickening//

Xtreme Ice


Well up in herre is about to freeze//
Um givin a shout out to all MCees//
My Ice is cold below negative Zero degrees//
Up in this battle army MC reserve some of yall MCees really got tha nerve//
I take up tha Mic cause my rymes are tight plus Nas and J.LO said" it's gonna be alright"//
I won't give up without a fight//
I'm a breaker & MC with a blood thirsty appetite//
Whatchall think you like my Style now right//
I rock tha North, South, East, N tha West proving I'm gonna ace this MC test//
There's only room for tha Ultimate MC//
I'm very good, but didn't say it's me//
The only medals for good MCees are 3 places, BRONZE, SILVER, and GOLD, but by this point those medals have already been sold//


Peace out,
Happy New Year!

[jumar1987]

lol, this is tight, just picture all the people rapping in different voices as you switch to a different emcee.

tha only thing bitches selling on tha radio/ ain't true to tha game/
suckers on tha mic spraying what they think will bring em to fame/
weed/ ho's/ shrooms/ tricka's singing about thier drops cocaine/
rapping tha same shit: shots with guns murders and pain/
I'm shedding tears from tha fear that we've lost all meaning/
this shit needs some intervening/ give tha rap game a cleaning/
cause if tha streets never shining/ why should tha game neither/
no need to bitch about sucess/ to tha others lacking either/

Peace.

It seems hate fuels the fires of the industry / The kids really wanna hear about guns and LSD? / M16 with a full magazine? / Well the eraser on my pencil gonna wipe that shit clean. / MCs, we all gather, worldwide, universal / Spitting this shit with no prior rehearsal / Hip-hop fables, turning the tables / Replace inhumane chains with a microphone cable.

Peace.

Maddkash the next gettin hyper/
had to drop a spit when i saw this cypher/
its runnin long like a microphone cable/
wit a gunnin song, i insight ya dome capable/
taken the hype home evadable, im invisible/
still invincible, yall wonder how these lines were divisible/
Cuz when i grip tha mike, only thing stoppin me is kryptonite/
Im rippin tight, wit this i might dismiss ya life/
i miss ya wife, that shit is tight/
hit that digits, so she can live it when i hit it right/

done yo i gotta bounce.

Peace.

[Roc]

from 1-4-3 to 69, i hit tha digits/ hittin it ryt wud end y'all up in ditches/ actin lyk bitches/ hatin me coz u wuz jealous of mah riches/ envious of tha money/ got nuttin and cant mack a single honey/ ya want a playboy bunny?/ go ahead, screw ya own daddy/ all i need is a pen and paddy/ got mo skillz than slim shady.../

ha, nice idea razor. keep em comin...

[Mrboogie23]

I'm slim and I might be shady/
but me a whiteboy, haha, you gotta be crazy/
drunk last night, now I'm kinda lazy, brought in the new year
chillin with my lady/
Razor started this cypher thread, rhymes from the top of the head/
gotta hangover, man I'd rather be dead/
drinkin shots, black and tans, mixed drinks and lagers/
got fucked up off hard liquor, all different flavors/
tossed em back so much last night, the shits gotta be flowing through my veins/
know I was tossed cuz on my shirt had mad throw up stains/


hahaha..

[Roc]

me again...

mah rhymin skillz caused throw up stains in yo sofas/ wuz too much to handle, gotcha pukin chalupas/ ei, best not to mess wit yo papas/ coz i be huntin down fags lyk cops and robbaz/

afta i get em, i shall be poison thru their veins/ flowin lyk xiet, make em cry in pain/ so much sufferin that they gotta take a drain/ coz tha heat that i bring is suttin they cant contain/

remain, i shall do it here/ ima spit crazy lyk freelance wuz tha sum o' all fears/ leavin ya hataz in tears/ doin dis twice in a day gives me cheers.../

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