The Official Cypher Thread

[Bushi]

pray, i wont delay ya lyrical death, lay u worse than the faces of meth
my method ensures i dont break sweat at any fucking threath
got ya diaper wet u facing debt, watch ya loosing battles in the net-
worth shit next to nothing ya loose ya wife and ya life, wanna bet?
when i kick it like this tell ya whole fanbase to just forget it
they havent payed for ya tape but even to download they regret it
are u upset? let me clear it and make u my perfect picture
see im a guru now, high as fuck like my fucking life is the scripture
throw u in a rap-ture, as my words cap-ture ya whole essence
leaving u in convalescence or whatever u call ya adolescence
my lyrical fists have u slitting ya wrists like evanescence
essentially, i just make u really want to avoid my pre-sence
u suffer the great penalty, get robbed given no time to flee the border
fucked worse than robin givens with tax, its my "restraining order"

[spiderman]

right first off, a restrainin order wont help when u fuckin wit me
ur marlin spike slash shank won be no use when fuckin wit me,
u think that u got the street cred, jus coz u in the underworld buyin ki's?
shut the fuck up, we all know u spend ur nights smokin weed, cryin tears
u think u bad coz u beat me in the battle that is still not over, after all this time?
i just think u a bit like dre.. getting hova to write all ya rhymes..
ill let u just work that one out, just know something bushi, u cunt
ill turn nasty, drop u, and then stand over u laughin like nelson muntz
then ill video record u on the floor like the lil bitch u is, ill hit u kid,
rob u, then send the tape to your place of work.. dishonor u.. karma of the shit u did?
or is it just deja vu? me? im jus usin my intuition, ill send u missin hoe,
swap u for madeline, but of course it wont be me... it'll be the NWO

[Bushi]

it'll be the NWO with hogan and nash pretending they fight in slow-mo
i know u watched wrestling before, ur a fucking homo
fucking with me fucking with me, is that ya superior skiller lyrically?
honestly im iller than flu to sweat it again for another kid wannabe
jump off my dick u see, i reach down low so u can feel closer to me
bet on a bitch u plea, handicap flea, go disapear mysteriously like a bee

[jamaal]

like a bee I sting furiously
and make ya heads ring, not like dre more like bruce lee
hit u with lyrical slap back, and in fact black
after all that, people will know that ya wack jack
my nutsack, be pleased that you all over my jock right
but get tight, then we can talk about a cock fight
spurs open with the feathers down, head held to the sky
you currs coping with the mongrels, i fight till i die

[onealien]

I fight till I die, I spit up lofty rhymes like im high…
Drop so heavy u cant toss me, leave em where they lye…
You aint seen me cuz my swag is set turning day into night…
You cant feel me cuz yur grasp is no further than yur sight…
It’s monumental each time I take time to shine this light…
Like a Honda rental I roll reckless n foreign each time I write…
My crew is only me plus 2, and I aint ever even seen em dudes…
But its death to these sucka mc’s each time a thread we cruise…
Each head we bruise, each time we decide to shed these fools…

[Bushi]

each time we decide to shed these fools...we still provide them the tools
use em as jewels, i sat thru many schools but never once i followed the rules
ive been sat broken over many stools and still outwitted my class
ive been the last, broke thru the glass pumping that gas making sure id pass
ive made an ass of myself, and still i always turned the other cheek
if you dont understand, love me for me not for what you seek
i know the future holds bleak, thus i shriek the words that i speak
the meek shall inherit ya clique, fall weak to desinformation at its peak
above a critique, take a peek down the stream into a river of light
the words that i write could never possibly describe its sight
its like freezing a bird in mid flight, the details just pleasure the senses
and its not like im teasing my might, my tales are defences on offences

[Bushi]

and its not like im teasing my might, my tales are defences on offences
got fools trapped behind fences due to some government expenses
i explore all the senses, above all the census i keep my third eye sight
the white light is bright but like red i get thrown upon the city lights
and dispite what i write, i stay tight, im the black and white knight
hold thight while i ignite and incite, inviting u all to my last and final fight

[jamaal]

my last and final fight, yall invited for what its worth
is to choke a nun for fun, then bury her in the the earth
cos my mind state is mental and detrimental to ya health
and the wealth of knowledge i learned from burned books is strictly fo self inflicting
deranged and strange pictures my thoughts are depicting
only existing to cause the blistering of skin
and the voices within, are telling me I really need to hurt you
desert you in the dust, after kicking ya face purple
and standing on ya windpipe, till your life starts to leave
and ya familys bereaved, now ask yaself, do you believe?

[Bushi]

do you believe? the wicked words i weave?
all u achieve is pain and large amounts of grief
up my sleeves i keep a sharp tool with a sharp tip
it will rip and pierce thru you like a microchip
dont sleep coz i got u under my all seeing eye
making sure i know all the bulshit u say is a lie
under the clear blue sky, ill paint the town red
lock ya doors and send ya children to bed
im swine flu fearmongering and death i spread it
u didnt believe when i said it, so now u read it
roll the credits, desinformation at a fast rate
the way i chew rhymes all u can really do, is hate

[jamaal]

the way i chew rhymes all u can really do, is hate the fact
that 2day, i ran through rhymes, im the big dog, you a small cat
and when it comes to pussy, i heard you ran the retail
and for 5 dollars a pop, you hand out the cam details
see im a veteran, you short time, and im a lifer
that why im better than yall, when it comes to the cypher
i wipe off more talent on the curtains when i cum
and yall done, i run this shit, now yall believe in number 1

[onealien]

Believe in number 1, u a zero, that means u sit under ‘one’…
I never cum for fun, slew ya hero, left u in a slumber son…
Sleep deeply, while I rhyme off the top, black like streets be…
Bleek and creepy, my spits are endless like an abyss is deeply…
Even flows drop, thunderous blows hot, scorch like last summer’s heat…
Everyone knows I sprint around u lames for sport like fast runners feet…
I repeat, I run this cypher, this lyrical lounge so don’t ever get it twisted…
I’ll leave u open n boody like porn pussy, a virgin rapper who just got fisted…

[Chuck Dirty]

u just got fisted? u musta missed it, im sick enough to take ya lines and just twist it,
this is a flawless victory unassisted, chuck dirty never allows a coexistence,
off with his fuckin head there can be only one...
aliens never mesh with beasts in the glare of the midnight sun,
i been away a minute but let the record state...
I RUN THE CYPHER like lil mac punch out training for the heavyweight..**
my voice alone makes the levys shake, slurrin verbal earthquakes,
rumble like the sound that a 350 chevy makes, for heavens sakes..
i guess i might b, the new mike d, a beastie boy..
cuz when i step in i bring a bigger weapon and i get to beasting these boys,
the celph titled's and foy's, the stixx and young money boys,
all they do is annoy.. i give em one shot- then i seek n destroy,
seems the scenes weakening boys,
cuz i aint seen a muthafucka that can hold my pen since my first tournament boys..







**

[Bushi]

since my first tournament boys, been playing u like toys
stop making noise yall aint rappers U IZ decoys
run around the board but u cant run around my cypher'in
split u months apart in drops that u still decypherin
stop the cryin yall turning this into a BAAWW thread
stop tryin to be the next celph titled coz oh he is dead
u keep breaking bread, givin head from bed to bed stuy
U IZ the reason rappers and led go hand to hand high
hell yeah let them verbal bullets fly by in random order
fuck a tape recorder, U IZ too fly, u got mental disorder
i walk above the water where u drown in anxiety
hit u with variety, U IZ a clone, join the rest of society

[jamaal]

join the rest of society when you manage sobriety
and the anxiety you feel is from lack of variety
just the same ol same ol slack jawed, kinda look at me
pity faced nigga cos ma momma threw the book at me
and mad at the the world, cos of claims outlandish
you just mad, cos the whole world thinks you spanish

[madrappa]

ILL BUSS
I got to be proclaimin', its honestly amazin'
dudes will tell you shit but behind ya back its changin'
you improperly adjacent, so honor these arrangements
how im choppin g's its got to be the property of jason
slashin the face when a dude say shit
only thought after you dropped is 'you gay prick'
then u cant apologize cuz its too late kid
other rappers get rusty but my moves stay swift
and they just stay babblin, so u kno i had to win
make you choke like eminem in his first round of battlin'
move out the way like olympic throwers javelins'
or you leakin blood in the abdomen it stabbed it in
rattilin' like a gatlin these caps cave ya back in
A thief of activity dawg I take action
but the way my rap spins, makes a skinny back bend
they called on the assasin so im killin the track then