FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD

[dropbomb]

ONLY FREESTYLES IN HERE, FEEL ME?


ayyo plz yal i know we be battlin and shit but on this 1 i want free only not battle rhmes if u can´t free well go through it but don post anything tht has to do wif fights ait
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[ This message was edited by: Stretch on 11-06-2003 16:53 ]

[dropbomb]

Writin my rhyme, i gotta make sure its nice,
I gotta say the right words to set the stage alight,
The beats hot, my lines have gotta fit it just right,
Adjust my light, so clearly i can see what i write,
I need to think of the message that im tryina get across,
Coz when im six feet under, i dont want it to be a dead loss,
With my pen in my hand, my palms start to sweat,
Coz some Shit i use for inspiration, id prefer to forget,
Put it down in the verse, hiphops therapeutic,
Helps me get through Shit, thats why i love it, why i do this,
Pressure, i shake off, when the worlds on my shoulders,
I stay strivin for my goals, try to stay focused,
Consider me a dictionary, so let me define,
This "bomb" DROP in the last few lines,
Hot, never hesitate, im witty,
Not, phased by hate, you cant do nuthin with me.

[dropbomb]

Ideas become obscure, third eye vision´s just a blur....
Staring at an empty page, all that´s written was a word.
the victim of a curse,my thoughts r locked & i fergot the key
so i developed a devilish plot to stop the writer´s block for me.
Possibly philosophies hauntin me, and now my mind is clouded..
Should I let my delusions loose,,,,let them out & write about it?
Runnin out of time ta doubt it,,,,so i sit down ´n think,
releasin all the nightmares that are only found in dreams.
Out of nowhere somethin screams, sending shivers up my spine,
My minds falling to pieces, the demons eat me up in side.
its a bit too much this time, psychotic flashes become reality,
Pandora´s secrets spread World Wide, unleashed upon the Galaxy.
Terror turns to tragedy, as inner enemies are closing in
Unleashing Lucifers rapture through the ink of a flowing pen.
stripped of hope within, darkness conquers my soul,
Turned to a life of sin, God must honor Rivals.
"Son put down yer Bible, for i can give you what you need,
True skill takes dedication, is it too much to bleed?
This game is tough ya see, us two combined can take it over!"
"listen, this is a tough decision, I don´t think I can make it sober."
Slip two Pills in a gla** of wine, The Devil thinks: ´He´s lost his mind,
I´ll take over this fool´s body when he signs this Dotted Line.´
Satan´s caught this time, believed his plan would end God´s choices
But the wine that i was sipping was mixed with Hemlock Poison  

[dropbomb]

i was the bomb way before i started to rhyme~deep/
they know me in the hood cuz i parted the concrete/
carrying the world on my shoulders is making my arms~weak/
catz as ´palms~meet´- but they wont ´give~me~a~hand´/
when all im tryna do is save the mission~of~man/
those before me started it im just here to finish~the~plan/
i aint in it for benefit im tryin to save this innocent~land/
but Shit keep hittin~the~fan- and my shoulders~colapse/
creating chaos and breeding soldiers~of~rap/
cant ´find they way´ but will never give in to ´open~a~map´/
everyday i get older it gets harder to keep this 4 leaf clover~intact/
this folder~is~Packed wit Pen~Power~&~Praise/
no response from the people, i been~sour~for~days/
i Told Them That The Twin Towers~would~fade/
now every page is devoured~in~rage- just to get my message~across/
but now my spiritual essence~is~lost/never possessin~the~cross/
every man made possession~is~lost- its just BOMB in his natural~form/
wit fire in his eyes and actual~horns/ out to destroy, i laugh~at~ya~mourn/
wounds heal but its still wet after~it~storms/  
from the flames of hell a rapper~was~born/
Every Evil Episode im pa**in~it~on til my pa**ion~is~gone/
til i aint got another moment to post~a~bar/
im a walk the streets of johannesburg and Toast~The~Tar/
Travel both City Close~and~far/and get sicker wit every dose~of~s.a.r.s/
focus hard- cuz i~am~the~one/ i  EXPLODED way before god~had~a~son/

[dropbomb]

I sit here and wounder when//
sometimes I wonder when the world will come to an end//
then i think is there really a sin//
to much shit is happening around you//
when will people no my name, and not say who?//
I sit here and wounder when will i die//
and if i do will people cry//
will i go to hell or heaven//
and i hope i never work at a 7-11//
now you can set and wounder when//
you will die and the world will end//

[huzzain]

tha  mc  that  waxez katts  who  be  2  kurious  2  peak in2  my pagez//
puttin  em  up  for  show  in  muzeumz//
my  kontent  elektrikally  charged  2  burn  enkountered  matchez//
huzzain tha  mc  who  possessez  kurrents  more  than  gatez  with  illiumz//
producing  segmented  pikturez  and  kallin  em  artistik  kuts//.....
ive  robbed  niggaz  of  rymz  and  sum  kall  me  squirrel  kauze  ive  krakked  kodez  like  nuts//  

[dropbomb]

nice 1 man _________________ keep em comin ait

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i review a dark mirror revealing a darken shadow/
time renews a slight chisel to sharpen a marksmen arrow/
a lerkens farrow feathered and teathered to a vague extreme/
how can i face a dream that not even a god may see??/
paintin a mural fit for kings on shattes constellations/
the point of blank im facin thru an essentail period of waiting/
a seriousness is patient thru a canvas earth is spinnin/
blatent birth is given to a spawn sanded fern of christains/
as i stand s strand of hair and carve thru granite rock/
i see the birds hovering and yet i cannot stand the flock/
the sands get lost after dust stroms whistles beckon/
i lay a pin of pressure ontop of a thimble thaughts of essence/
a lesson worth of mathematics lie on scholars heads/
i follow dead into grave yards let them chew my flesh/

unto my collars red so i break the mirror hopin it will not get the best of me/
wit the devil standin next to me i walk the gla** only to reach my destiny/

[dropbomb]

Each an every day.. pain felt in every way
Tears roll out, shots ring out
Another nigga dies today
Can you jus sit back. An watch as he hit dat
Emptys his sack, smack that
Drop Bomb f***ed up. hooked on crack
But we al kno the innocent get wacked.
Lacked cent, helpless when they smak the cement
Holes an pain inflicted. Minds are twisted
Heavenly angels but thugs change what god predicted
Government evicted. township warior lifes indicted
The imposible. Never thought he be the one up in the hospital
Nines glocked-ta-fall. A rappers ritual
To get the chance to spit at-yall.
Prayen for my chance
Determination easy to overcome a negative glance
So stand with that boxers stance
prayen u wont crumble/ to strong to stumble… to stumble
But if u fall, better be up in an instance
Catz wont forget the raw, to much persistence
So wit a quick glance, last chance.. grab for the glock cannon an overcome all resitance

[TnT]

Just food for thought...

do tha math, add the truth to the facts, and know´ the story
i´m in my second quater, no longer goin´ for glory
just doin´ my inventory and sellin´ you my synopsis
break out your mental boxes coz we runnin´ outta options
we need a lot of manual labour, and faithful oxen
to start killin all of our ills and clear the toxins
who cares who gets the props when everybody rise
to the highest we can go and still be humble to the skies
fantasize and visualise how we could have it otherwise
other-wise our lives will be tools for other guys
other wiles, undermined, under files of other minds
under mines, brothers blind, microchips placed under spines
hard to find our kind producin´ and using duly
you can fight what I indict, but I´m leavin´ it to the jury
purely and unpampered, untampered by all the fooly
from now until I rest,this message is MY DUTY!!
truly...

Hip Hopers Unite...

...TnT out...

[dropbomb]

D to tha B agrees with X to tha Z,
Free-ly express and get happy-ness with mon-ey,
Need anything call it a cash emergency,
Succeed by false-non-natural looks with plastic surgery,
Havin a benjamin might depend on whether shits material,
People say you cant win in tha end, check tha upper-imperial,
What controls how everythin is run,
You may control by shootin ya-self, but with money others can fire that gun,
Want some, still and always will,
Will not steal or kill but paper would help certain areas in my life heal,
Literally, full-filled dreams to capture above,
Wonderin if true outside keeps with pure-love.

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[Anonymous]

wa** up dropbomb
yo kid-its septre-kid up in this
never claim to be the best
meanwhile u havent met with the best
lyrical cats to dimentle & manyfest
wastefull cats like yo a**
even in online battlin you still spit trash
i wanda how u sound on 1on1 cyphur battles
u trashical, rubishbin resident u 2 big 4 yo shuz kid
this is war
u goin 2 an unduground deep,weckness,wastefull-pit kid

[huzzain]

tha  ill  liricist  with no  medicinal  kurez//
tha  mc  wit    fearless  fearz//
abstrakting  and  uprooting  wakk  hiphop  mineralz  4rom deep  syfaz  like  tha  white  exploiter  de  beerz//
me   participating  in  battlz   i  take  that  shit  4 granted   like  my  life//
im  rollin  on  pagez  with  ideologikal  penz that  kriticize  tha  opponents  blotted  pagez and  lakk lirikal  innovationz//
and  takin  my  rymz  outta  my  system  quikly &  unexpektedly  like  ejakulation //  
&  surprizingly  impotent//
my  shit  be  attraktin  bitchez  2  me   more  than  tha  thunder  2  power  linez..//
kikk  me a  rym  ....... :-(  :-Y

[dropbomb]

ayyo anounimous shit i gota give it to ya son ur a bitch
ya hear leme quote to show ya tht ur a biaatch
"even online battlin u still spit trash" hahahaha
lil 1 who said this was battle
till u can answer tht stop cock suckin we all guys in this joint.............so u wanna make urself the 1st unknown hoe of this board be my guest

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I laugh at cats like you who wanna make a name//
But i´ll keep the flow simple cuz it will embara** you like i snatched ya chain//
Smashing ya brains but its not like you have any//
You just got mad envy in ya blood cuz with raps i pack many//
I kill cats on the lyrical tip while you all talk but no play//
Im the dragon that blow flames//
Burn ya uknown shit face the old way//
Give me a boombox and rusty mic for this chump//
And bet I´ll end this with you in the back of my trunk//
Ima raptor cuz when Im bitin im snatching out chunks//
Of meat out ya shoulder ,so it will take a few doctors to start patching you up//
Dont act like a slut, coz u´l get f***ed by the whole site//
Im God you Jesus, how does it feel to be somebody´s son ya whole life//
I match wits with ammu and compare flows with pro//
Im the ferocious kid, with c-4 on the ribs ready to blow ya crib//
You on my dick like some hoodrat hoe and shit//
Well it would do me the pleasure to scold and lyrically fold this bitch//
You gotta bone to pick well i´ll just rip ya skeleton//
You f***ed up now cuz ya talkin shit over the wrong thread ´//
You think i got time to fight a shit bich like u? i go to varsity //
I dont have time to be here all day money, Im all about expanding my knowledge//
You can spend ya time on this shit if you want but its not gonna make you better//
You f***ing heffers I´ll deliver the business to ya´ll in anyday or any weather//
I been good with words thats why i made it to higher learning//
But dont get me wrong I´ll still bring the heat and make it seem like ya eyes are burning//
The times are turning cuz you really think you handle this MC//
My games like the pirates and you son of course you the african wanderers//
I been throwin shit out the blue just to make it suspenseful//
Kill is what my men do but that is in battles, cyphers and when we write with our pencils//( get it shit head coz this is a freestyle thread bitch)
You gotta form ya plan to step to the captain//
Raps verbal tactics who´ll squeeze til ya neck starts cracking//
Bars come and go for me cuz i can think alot//
Its cool you like Ja Rule both of ya´ll sing alot//
You want a battle showdown bring the pot//
Cuz i wanna be high you I face you//
I will lyrically slay you and throw around like 900 bullets up in ya facial//
pussy face i hate you and you wondering if you can hurt me//
Man oh man when i pull the gun out you "Dont Say a Word" like mzekezeke//
Spit sick like my lips got Herpes//
Im only the message giver just call me Hermes//
For this ignorant clown I mean greek myths//
The only reason i didnt swallow you whole cuz i had no spoon and fork to eat with//
You weak bitch! This aint the time to flex//
Cuz the way Im feeling right now you could get shot up like Malcolm X//
Or executed like Martin you know i dont have to finish the name//
I got a good memory so i will always remember you lames( if u let tht shitty unknown out)//
The A S RA  will diminish ya brains//
and leave ya body in a U-Haul//
You a man but better at being pussy like RuPaul//

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nice 1 huzzaine keep em comin ait man
u got flow wanna c more  :-)

[dropbomb]

On my block cats werent made to think//
But be the type who want ice just like skating rinks//
I sit on a throne made for kings//
Gripping a mic and spitting 16´s cuz rap is my favorite thing//
See me i be low key, in a gold Z3 happy is f*** cuz i blow weed//
Theres no team, that can stand my Squad//
Mess with D you can be the right hand man for God//
5 years under my belt to correct my flow//  
and 3 years for cats to gas my head up like Texaco//
Now i live in the city//
But i miss the East now going back cuz in rap Ima be the next to blow//  
My team holding 50 beams//
with bullets that leave exit wounds bigger than donuts they serve at Krispy Kremes//
All the bars i spit need to be clensed and cleaned//
Cuz they dirty, everything i write is tense and mean//
My mind is vexed and crazy//  
The pimp in me rather smack a bitch, than to caress a lady//
or caress a baby, cuz i aint the father type//
My heart is ice, with blood thats dark like nite//
DROPBOMB switch the rhymes up more times than my boxers//
Lyrically I´m well rounded and it comes proper//
The gun rocker who tote two pistols like Jessie James//
Ima dumb mobster that´ll put the heat to somebody head and give them messy braids//
It aint the same, i mean rap and all//
Ya team can get shot at more times than the game of basketball//
Me coming with the wackest bars, thats unlikely//
My fist comes fast, but my gun bites down hard on cats domes like Mikey(Tyson)//
Like Mikey i can raise and score//
but like Mikey(Jordan) i will "come back" with the ".45" and blaze and scorch//
With this flow Im about to change JHB//
Heavy and precious like them diamonds that Baby´s chain support//
Hope to never see my face in court//
Been away for awhile but when i come back Ima take the fort//
Flood the streets with rap, instead of those cocaine imports//
See right now Im hungry for deals//
And whoever in the way or want beef, I let them know Im hungry for veal//  

[Thornz]

DAAAANM! man them lines r tight money!

yo man much respect, u got tha works