Cypher Thread

OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo omg omg..........damn are u serious???? gata is a beast i got to give it to him just next time u get me can we stay away from 7th grade ish?

well niggas its da real deal,
nigga wakin up in da monin eatin quaker oatmeal
on da real.
just tryin to understand dis perplexity called life,
why it seems so complicated and why so much strife;
niggas always hatin, talkin all dat shit
but i ont give a fuck, i just chill and rock my kicks.
wat is dis, im fallin in indecision,
like a program on television.
truth comes and i cant hear it,
been programmed to fear it,
sum niggas actin so religious.
but one things fa sho,
imma keep doin wat i do to get wat i get,
aint got time fa stupidity and shit.
so many doldrums of despair
shit, i got so much in ma hair,
wat do i do wen i feel like dis
do i find sumthin to calm my fear and ease ma pain,
or do i just keep goin in a world dat wont sustain.
takin advice from intelligent fools
dey tell me everything but da right thing to do,
but dats iight ill stay cool
and its cuz im true,
understandin we live in a world where da majority rules,
errbody tryin to win, but sumbody gotta lose,
so can we except it;
or will we reject it;
can we love it;
or will we hate it;
who knows whether we can or not
who cares wen u got niggas gettin shot.
pistols, magnums, and 40's errwere in da street
man i cant fear,but we got dese crooked police.
Are we protected or are we decaived,
man tired of all dese suggestions dat bring no relief.
give me a proposal dat offers a solution
dont pet my injustice and bring ma mind pollution.
dats wat it is niggas, so keep it real.




Just a little sumthin i put in da cipher on wb last year

peace

gataboyslim wrote:

Okay everybody I'm like da hip hop police/
And I told y'all before that I caught a little thief/
I told myself I would chill and just let the crime ride/
But he showed up again spittn a stolen rhyme/
I gave fair warning before putting him on blast/
I was tryna be nice he ain't deserve another chance/
Google any one of his rhymes and all of u will see/
That the hip hop thief is WN3!

........

OWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

wn3 wrote:

gataboyslim wrote:

Okay everybody I'm like da hip hop police/
And I told y'all before that I caught a little thief/
I told myself I would chill and just let the crime ride/
But he showed up again spittn a stolen rhyme/
I gave fair warning before putting him on blast/
I was tryna be nice he ain't deserve another chance/
Google any one of his rhymes and all of u will see/
That the hip hop thief is WN3!

........

LOL... I had to get ya bruh.

Yo, im a king im far from loser
U had a dream u was a king cut the crap u not martin luther
I can see the hate in ur face
U a chump not a challenger i see ur moma made a mistake
Im flawless the only time i make a mistake
is when i say im hungry and i make me a steak
This is grand slaughter Im so ahead of ur time
Matter fact when u was in the sack i just started this rhyme
you see U the dummy on the block this summer
U tryed to dial 911 and blocked ya number
Nigga U aint hard to me
I'll stomp ur head till ur head get more leaks than lil waynes carter3

wn3

i cleaned it up a little.
So lets get back to the rhymes shall we?

i win by default

*mari* wrote:

Spoiler:

damn 242.....smh.

gataboyslim wrote:

wn3

.....?

wn3 wrote:

gataboyslim wrote:

wn3

.....?

that was a peace offering

gataboyslim wrote:

wn3 wrote:

gataboyslim wrote:

wn3

.....?

that was a peace offering

oh...iight






lmfao....jus fuckin wit ya...

dipset droplet can't fake the energy I'm plugged into the outlet
ice cream caramel and mochachini I'm bout it bout it
bejeweled crowns I'm out to grab it hearts I'll stab it
if all else fails a nigga will nab it
browsing in firefox attention divided back later as I tab it
hard to kill impossible to perforate like a slavic
ex kgb laughing at these cats in diapers like a tabby in lees
cold miser heat I freeze in n out with bitches stripping no i.d.

u need to sign up for the tourney

wn3 wrote:

gataboyslim wrote:

wn3 wrote:

gataboyslim wrote:

wn3

.....?

that was a peace offering

oh...iight






lmfao....jus fuckin wit ya...

lol...

Back to the lyrics:

I'm a three fingered animal who loves five fingered discounts
except when its my rhymebook your hand is in/
I get candid like hidden cameras, sister 2 sister
was oh brother, we knew Ray and Lisa were old lovers/
No need to be undercovers, be fruitful
but when the criminals multiply, everbody die/
I'm in a new sense of style and touch
so if you feel music nowadays you wack as FUCK!
Theres your M.O, did you get the memo, bimbo
Divines back, so bend yours over, play limbo/
Mics of steel, teeth that bite for real
Hype to kill and a whole lotta cheddar to bake/
cash or credit thats my mistake, I dont carry
cash on me, cuz my pockets are money hungry/
So when you see me with fistloads, that'll be the day
this site cleans its language up and tsumnami get waves/
No diesrespect though, I'm from a little town called
Fuck You and Whatever You Stand For!!!/
Inspired Flight, Aspired Heights
that only Superman could reach in the dying light/
of hopes faded and niggas who didnt make it
but could throw spherical objects in hoops, top prospect/
for the Negro Leagues, what we call the Streets
seem so mean but not everyone can make it to the League/
so next time you think of all the things you think of
remember I got two minds and one dont mind at all/
To leave you leaking where you fall
used to be where you stand but remember what my town was called.../

sign up for the battle^^^^^^^^^

It's gonna be a catastrophe tryna battle me/
you can't bust'em like Buddy Lee in dungarees/
It's hard to explain but number 1 is under me/
I got this pain in my gut man I'm hun-ga-ry/
My name got a buzz in these streets just like a bumble bee/
road blocks placed in my path they will not stumble me/
I step on 'em wake those up who slept on him/
owe my life to that women that wept for him/
kept going when the going got tuff, the tuff got tuffer/
I bomb tracks like Bin Laden in September/
I'ma baller like Lou Alcindor, cold as Decemba/
But I spit heat like it's the summer, open ya winda/
call me pneumonia because i spit sicker than influenza/
I'ma beast got more niggas on me than white women/(no homo)
Hip Hop is now saved like Christ's children, I'm appealing/
Applause when I step in the building no intermission/
there ain't no stopping me/
I'm on top of my game sorta like I'm standing on Monopoly/
demanding all the property/
CEO wit the flow nigga come do a job for me/
yeah they doing they thing but damn it they do it sloppily

Some emcees try to bog you down with big words,
I absorb all that, a sponge of stories told/
Rapping is nothing new, flunk a crew
its like being solo is being original/
But I was originated well skip my origins
just know it was in a Garden/
if you cant figure that then beg your pardon
brain should smarten, writing til I'm old fart-in'/
Marksmen, lemme know where to place a hit
I just erased the script with the end of a spliff/
Up in smokes, yea i know like rappers careers will go
Ya Bird Brains no wonder you got pigeon holed/
I do what comes natural, its only instinct
that the pens ink stain pages, he dense deep/
Turn steaks to mincemeat, saw a cow
and fed him his insides, told him he didnt want BEEF/
No sheep just a whole lotta chickens
Hens in the slaughterhouse, chicks wash the dishes/
Get the plates ready and pray steady
WACK MCS ARE ON THE PROWL/
I do em like a gang of ducks, FOWL
and have em fleeing scences like flies at a cookout/
Whos shook now like a big can of OJ?
Told them to stay inside but I gotta let the words play/

Divine Write wrote:

Some emcees try to bog you down with big words,
I absorb all that, a sponge of stories told/
Rapping is nothing new, flunk a crew
its like being solo is being original/
But I was originated well skip my origins
just know it was in a Garden/
if you cant figure that then beg your pardon
brain should smarten, writing til I'm old fart-in'/
Marksmen, lemme know where to place a hit
I just erased the script with the end of a spliff/
Up in smokes, yea i know like rappers careers will go
Ya Bird Brains no wonder you got pigeon holed/
I do what comes natural, its only instinct
that the pens ink stain pages, he dense deep/
Turn steaks to mincemeat, saw a cow
and fed him his insides, told him he didnt want BEEF/
No sheep just a whole lotta chickens
Hens in the slaughterhouse, chicks wash the dishes/
Get the plates ready and pray steady
WACK MCS ARE ON THE PROWL/
I do em like a gang of ducks, FOWL
and have em fleeing scences like flies at a cookout/
Whos shook now like a big can of OJ?
Told them to stay inside but I gotta let the words play/

Nice

My flow is fantastic my daughter's the child of a bastard/
who mastered the craft of spittin hotness to the masses/
most rappers is actors and plus they too overdramatic/
I think they want Oscars, I'd rather have hip hop fanatics/
abracadabra come look what what my pen and my pad did/
I sit back and work spells it's lyrical magic/
first my voice intertwine wit a beat/
then they both intertwine wit ya feet/
as they tap and ya head nods from the front to back/
I got what the game lacks, you sick of eating snacks/
low carb no fat/
well I'm none of dat/
hip hop is done wit dat/
these rappers take bullshit and decide to run wit dat/
crackers look back like "hmmm i could have fun wit dat"/
and now they pimpin my culture like a hoe up on da track

I thought credit and acclaim was enough
but nowadays niggas buffen up to get checks cuttin up/
Fucked or what? No shirts not even a button up
Should show your Moms ya picures and make her whoop that ass/
like a belt came with you, at birth, I saw the doctor
i saw your momma, saw her momma aint see your father/
Now did his lack of prescene and abandonment of fatherhood
leave you with no talent, and a knack for going Hollywood/
I hit hard with the bars,barely enough space to strike back
Critics like he aint write that/
Leads to more writing more light to enlighten
which means more quotes poured down dick scarred throats/
Me and gataboyslim kick freestyles on this site
so proper they start with Mr. and end in periods/
I leave grown niggas that doubht me with early periods
I shoot guns to get locked up, why, thats more sentences/
No time for censorship so this game starts over
wherever my verses' ending is...