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"rep your shit "



RAW DAWG	Uniplural	BIG DICE	TAKTIK909 Bazooka Slayers	RapsRecord	futuregoat123	JayImmortal Multiville Horror	SiNiK	Chin Strap

RAW DAWG

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suicidal tendencies, homemade remedies/ fuck all my enemies, 

you'll never put an end to me/ I found my serenity, splintered 

in a cemetry/ don't leave a flower, don't be a friend to me/ 

motherfuckers turn their back quicker than a kayak/ floating 

down stream with no paddles and a life pack/ bitches put their 

hands out, looking like they  want something/ they're sweating 

bullets, the motherfuckers done something/ we're on the freeway, 

I think we're going westbound/ my eyes are bound, I start to 

feel my heart pound/ I'm getting nervous, I hear the service/
this motherfucker laughing saying I deserve this/ the bus 

stopped, my heart stopped along with it/ they dug a hole big 

enough for me to fit up in it/ they put me in it and began to 

shove/ let me stray from my wicked ways, I praise the dove/  

show my enemies love, their gonna need it when the days through/
my intent, they'll be looking out of graves to/ they made a 

grave move, should of kept the wheels turning/ I hear the gun 

play, motherfuckers never learning/ I'm out the rabbit hole, hopping on the grey bus/ the west coast, so damn danger-ous/

Uniplural

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Sickle the scythe. These simpleton tikes are like pimples, and blight - sick, when I squeeze. I got a missle, and rice. Ya'll lie, like Bill Clinton did to his wife, or just high, from twinklin' spice, on them crinkley pipes. Maybe I just supply the fizzley sprites, like a child's mind, when ya'll try to define my riddles, and advice. I color periphery, like skittles, and stripes. Game like And 1 - swish like Kobe did, with Jack Nichelson excited. You ain't signed, stupid, you're just pickled, in a fight.  Poly-rhythmic pixel twisting.  Call me deliverance to all these kids listening.  I'm beyond limited like differentials shifting.  Hyperspatials - I fall from the 10th dimension just to witness the disbelief.  That's what I'm on - drawing infinite perception as the bass kicks to the beat.  Leave you a new dawning on attention when you're fit in with this peak.  I'll be synchronous when I stall contention that's single syllable in defeat.  My multies maul for the win - instantly, and brief.  I'm on these simple-wit MCs with imagination that's probably the difference between them and me.  My rhymes are like an Anagram to a Dyslexic, when I poly-rhythmize banter-tangents through your vision without rest, kid.  Leave you apologize for mishandling the shift in direction, as my multi-syllables collide and send indifference to your attention.  Death by audio demise, MCs stand no contention.  I'm a tweaker on acid, givin' your speakers that flashback backspin of psychedelic feature.  Abra cadabra - in with sheets, and sherm for my ass to get bent.  It's like the mad hatter was sent to contemplate peace on earth after he had at it with Zen.  That's my style - preacher, psychosomatic addict.  Amen.  When I get with the beef, I take it, and hiss it with heat, like snakes, and flames, just to relate to your anticipation of listening.  Sheesh.  I'm hotter than clay if you baked it seven figures of degrees.  Leave you shape-shift like ashes - fall apart in the wind that I breathe on this page.  My procreation's wave-length is subliminal, and literal in meaning, all in the same day-dreamt quantum-physics that I preach.  You can't keep up, or relate - you're just another victim of this piece of multi-syllables concaving.  Let me hone in on phonetics, and spit all alone in my subliminal projection some audio into your home via the internet like a Dyslexic.  My words are out of place - all woven intricate, like the 5th dimension, and my hyperspatially-insane craze will have you gigglin' by the time you've guessed it.  Call on me an audience, and I'll spit so Schizophrenic that it'll have you in awe like an embodiement of 6 kids watching Cartoon Network.  These kids are just semantics attatched to words, and out-standing antics that sound backwards, and slurred.  Understand this man, you need to come back to earth, the planet where we attack with verbs on any whack emcee that tangents.  When he's on the track, he's worthless, like pennies back on a purchase.  You're punchlines are off the map, like service at a gas station in the outback.  The universe says you're off axis with your pirch, kid.  I'll entrapt you with a curse that'll have you gaspin' like you smoked some sherm in a spliff.  You can't actually match wits with this learning curve gift.  My multi-syllables attack, leaving you to observe a spin of catapulting third-eye action that swirls quick, leaving you asthmatic like you heard the world was gonna end.

BIG DICE

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Yo I'm starting to come to the AGE where I see the world in a new LIGHT, somewhere along life and the STAGE where there's nothing but wars at NIGHT, It's hard to see where LIFE is GOING when there's a kid and a WIFE with no father figure and tears are FLOWING down their cheeks and feel all is LOST and life is OVER, sometimes I freeze and time STOPS when I can't remain SOBER I hit rock bottom and can't feel my FEET, eyes roll around as I grow paranoid and CAUGHT out, I need to find some ReLIEF and need to SORT out what and where I need to GO, Unlock my inner SELF and emit the FLOW the I possess no matter what I've been DEALT, so just carry on to the future forget the PAST where nothing but bad was AROUND gettin' bullied and a beaten ASS but I wasn't lost but finally FOUND the way I need to CRUISE to reach the other SIDE when I needed to go a little ConFUSED by I was ready to turn the TIDE unleash and set free my inner FORCE and try new things and say good BYES to those who have passed on beFORE who offered a loving SOURCE when NEEDED deepening family TIES and the wise words I always HEEDED. Letting me know that I'm FINE and will do WELL so by the time I was 16 I was already learning to RAP, read pages and every LINE and needed to DWELL on every detail, Though I was CRAP and WHACK whatever you SAY I remained confident and PAT myself on the BACK everytime I one a battle each and every DAY though I encountered many LOSSES, I always remained LOYAL and always remained MODEST even when I was TARGETED, I was silver lined like the color of FOIL and never had any tracks MARKETED I was just here to WRITE and show what I GOT, every day I came on to TYPE and verse and laid a DROP. After the years I was on HERE, I went back into my SHELL and left the site I'm not sure if it was out of FEAR or not? but I felt like I FELL from the level I WAS, like an old person who has lost all he had WON, many years passed and felt all was LOST but felt a spark inside saying you're not DONE, so after many years since I LEFT I came back on the SITE to take another deep BREATH and carry on to another FIGHT, though I came back a lot has CHANGED people have come and GONE, though nothing ever remains the SAME like when night turns to DAWN. So after school I worked for CASH and SKILLS, just enough money where I could SPLASH it and pay the BILLS but I was feeling OLD and a little SLOW, after experiencing alot of shit, then after the world felt COLD and I didn't KNOW where to go from THERE and it took awhile to find any kind of DIRECTION, at that point I felt like pulling out my own HAIR but then had a REFLECTION on what made me HAPPY in life and it was RHYMIN' because in life I wasn't really CHATTY to people so I had rap to spend TIME WITH, Knowing that I won't be the next Marshall MATHERS but I didn't MIND none of it ever really MATTERED to me so I just stayed on the GRIND each day spent a little extra TIME thinking of new ways to WRITE but seemed like my brain was having an inner FIGHT with THINKING of stuff sometimes I do things without even BLINKING but that's all good that's the way I AM, I sit down and enjoy life when I CAN trying to become a better MAN and be able to STAND on my own two feet no matter WHAT and take whatever I may COP in life and never quit or STOP no matter the hard SHIPS, Like the moon I'll just wait my time until another solar ECLIPSE to shed new light on myself until I'm buried in DIRT so then there'll be no more HURT!!

TAKTIK909

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YO
Check! 
 As I rehearse these broken love letters
Past’s mishaps drip like water from the open tap re-playing night terrors
Scripted in rhyme I explain my future endeavors
Fuck with the alphabet making rhyme more efficient than ever 
At the end of the day mail them away get that return to sender 
Not on a high not on a low singing part tenor
Not on a high not on a low never once was a beggar
My shit bring the bitch out of you like a shopping center
Lay you out like centerfold/you’ll need a subscription if your not a member
We throwing up that SC let Cali rain forever/like views from the bay you could see my waves flow forever and ever..

On that screen test just practice taking the time to correct all my errors/catch me on a free style words that are pressured come out light as a feather/ forever my tempo will damage your nerves I go straight for the center/no need to be censored my shit is immoral tells from a street vendor

So far am unimpressed/these cyphers be infested with pest/claiming vet posed as a threat see the bitch in him shining through his silhouette/drop a quick 16 freely make you feel like newly graded cadet/cant handle the stress step outside and smoke cigarettesssss/leave bagged up and checked off the list like you ain’t no candidate 

I came and I went/and by coincidence the mud begins to pour in/proud cause he got water on his skin/finally decided to jump in deep end/am accustomed to a wet back/so if it’s the kraken that your seek’n ill jump back on this mac so you can start your analytical thinking!/ hear them glasses clinking? Don’t be an outsider let this message sink in!
SESS CREW

RapsRecord

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I just want to slap the fuck out of you because you fucking suck
I hate the way you act like a dumb ass when I tell you whats up
You're an idiot deliberately treating people like shit what the fuck
Is wrong with your brain turn it on mother fucker don't be a cunt
Lighten the fuck up you stuck up dick head stop being a damn punk
Straight up your pride is arrogance keep your ignorance stuck
Between your lips shut it nobody cares about your and's if's or buts
Don't act like you know shit blow it out your ass or hold it in numb nut
Give it up chump you don't understand how right I am you can't touch
The way I can relate to how bad you hate me when I rap I'm such
A realest with this realness it's really real like reality as I rush
Throughout the rhymes on rhythms advanced enough to crush
Your egotistical trips in metaphysical euphoric metaphorical punch 
The word for today is wordplay and this means what my words say You don't have to believe it until tomorrow just work on my words ok
The best is yet to be beaten the rest of the lesser I suggest go away
I beat the best yet the lesser uses the rest to suggest votes an rates
FUCK YOUR CAP LOCK bitch my CAPS POP and make waves
Title types soon as I type titles with just one recital every page
My flow'll make Noa's ark sink soon as I start the ink gets sprayed
Suddenly I blink and I feel like a teacher at my desk checking grades
Give a big F to this fucking fagot putting his neck to my switch blade
.... battery dead
Fuck what you say your not alone
I see alot of fake pussy licking fagot cuntz n here
Better keep it 100% I don't come around much
Watch what the fuck you say...
It's not a fake it till you make it type of business
Come correct and spit real mother fuckers
You better be better then me if ever you ready to beef
Don't ever let me catch you slipping
I WILL CHECK BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!!

futuregoat123

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im in a catastrophic mode // steady ready to jack some
ragin like rampage rockin roids// but i aint rampage jackson
im packin ninety nine tech nines// cuz i am the choosen one
i dont have ninety nine problems// but a bitch nigga is one
on the run// ill have you niggas beggin me for yo souls
but i aint even take em yet// becuase my bullets aint rolled 
into my clip set// im ready to wet em up wit my wesson
testin my self// on how to bust em
while teachin kids tha same lesson
ill have yo mom and grandma stressin
while you roll through my turf
ill turn yo block into a warzone
and yo gun into a nerf
gun from da dolla stoe// while i get mo dough to buy yo hoe
and then ill bust in through yo doe// to smoke you wit my foe foe
niggas know// i blow like dynamite when im full of anger
i bring danger to all these strangers// like a gta gamer
in san andres killin playas wit his snipe and his aimer
fuck all these framers trynna frame us// trynna tame us of wildness
that we posses up in dis jungle// we too hot for yo mildness //and childish ways
we'll make a play// that will cause yo ass to fumble
in dis game im ready to rumble// quickly makin you stumble
im flyin higher than a butterfly// but stingin like a bumble bee
ill dose you wit amblilify// so you can be happy to see
the end from me bashin yo cheeks// wit fist of fury on a spree
yo bitch da doe// my dick the key
im like a wii ill obsolete yo games from ever trynna play me
and ill get bigger than any building// so you can not sway me
dont be shady// im just real// im tellin you just how i feel// the way we steal// and da way we peel determines if we get our mills// im done// now chill

JayImmortal

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They told me to REP MY SHIT// So I'm REPPIN' IT, no WEAPON'S SPIT when I rhyme, but call the MEDICS QUICK// Because my punches land with the force equal to when you throw TWENTY BRICKS// Doesn't matter how many crews ya bring, shit's quiet like firing EMPTY CLIPS// I ain't never been one to not accept a THROWN GAUNTLET// I could mix shit up more than a wizard DJ with FO' CAULDRONS// I'll take shots with more speed than if YO' GODS KID just THROWN COMETS// And with so much precision that shit'll leave you with NO CONSCIENCE// I could get a dude so mad that the BITCH'LL FIGHT ME// KICK AND STRIKE ME, no damage but the KID AIN'T MIGHTY// Then he'll come to respect me like "Oh SHIT, YOU A'IGHT, G!"// But I'm the only one dope enough to CRITICIZE ME!!// I came here for a cypher not a battle, unlike EVERY NIGHT// And with EVERY LINE and EVERY RHYME I'm takin' time with STEADY STRIDES// I ain't ever down for a FRIENDLY FIGHT, Damn, don't you GET IT GUYS?// I -NEVER- STRIKE holdin' back so I apologize but I'm REPPIN' PRIDE// I been a threat, I said that so many times I've LOST COUNT// Like I fuckin' suck at math... But I'm from a SMALL TOWN and LOST POUNDS// But even though I'm short, UnderSTANDIN' MY CASH FLOW// Is from my huge presence alone... 5'6'', you still STAND IN MY SHADOW// I said CAN IT, YOU ASSHOLE, you throwin' laughs at my flow will PULL ME IN, GOIN' HARD// The last person to laugh at a short guy fuckin' lost to NAPOLEON BONAPARTE// My momma's standin' over my shoulder, askin' "What'cha doin' SWEETY?"// I said "Just typin' some lyrics for this e-cypher, they FEEL ME"// She replied like "Oh. When will you make your next beat? They're off da HEEZY!"// And I was like "Yo ma, this ain't the 80's, and that's CHEEZY."// But it just goes to show how the old school SUPPORTS ME// I ain't rappin' about cuttin' people as though I was VORHEEZ// No Jason's got nothin' on me, I'm like an overdose of MORPHINE// I'm like seventy thousand tons of T.N.T, I'm your E.N.D.// That's "Eether on Next Delivery" like I'm featuring Eazy-E// And like my grandfather would say "That was easy, now I'm PEACHY-KEEN"// I keep it up for my family, 'cause family's everyTHING that you GOT// Every SCHEME that I've PLOT was for them, I'm KEEPIN' it HOT// You FEELIN' this, Ock?! I'm the KING in his SPOT// I'm the LEADER that's GOT to the top, the CREAM of the CROP!!// 'Cause when I'm UP IN THE PLACE, I'm UP IN HIS FACE// I been STUCK IN A CAGE goin' FUCKIN' INSANE// I keep battlin' the top tier like I LUST FOR THE PAIN// And I feed him napalm bars, best believe I'm STUFFIN' HIS FACE// I keep ROUGH WHEN I FACE off with the BEST IN THE BUSINESS// If you're TESTIN' THIS SICKNESS then you're BLESSED TO BE WITNESS// When I'm takin' shots, cave in CHESTS WHEN I'M IN IT// I've been pushin' myself 24-7, been TESTIN' MY LIMITS// But I SPIT IT how I LIVE IT and I LIVE IT past the LIMIT// But since I LIVE IT past the LIMIT where's the LIMIT when I SPIT IT?!// Ain't no LIMIT when I'm IN IT, got the ILLEST of any RHYTHM// So I'm the posterboy and leader of my crew, top of the IMAGE// Imagine a movie poster, with me and my EMPTY-CREW// I've won battles where I've went, I've even spit so hard I've EMPTIED ROOMS// I've never been about caps, shirts and EXPENSIVE SHOES// I've been about keepin' it real... But y'all alREADY KNEW//
#FourHorsemen

SiNiK

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Maybe if I hit enter every time I finish a sentence, my battle cypher entry will make it to 32 lines when ending.
You sent for me so let me test this battle shit with wit, I spit some shit that having you feeling illegit as Kim.
Some say Im shadier than Shady when I rape you like a lady, Maybe I should simmer on you AU JUS like gravy
Im savvy and intelligent with the words that I present, UNRAP yourself from BATTLIN you straddlin my friend
This is the end and so I send you on your BON VOYAGE, IM like a mirage the TAJMAHOL, so take another midol
I hate American Idols when they worship and then fall, take a seat and have a rest you faggot ass SEACREST
I am the best and soon youll see how fuid I can be, shapeshift this makeshift shit with pure intensity
I break the rules and take you fools to school with tools to make you drool, suck a dick sarcastically in the duel
Its April Fools in grammar school you're drowning in a swimming pool, kick your legs from under you and like a backwards kicking mule, MOSCOW is so cold sometimes you fuel the yuell I spew.  My power tool is tower cool who'll brew your girl like gruel, I am sick of rhyming words im like a rhymezone  google dude.  SO do your best to test my teflon vest with nigga words and AK sprays, your legs are spread wider than a gay transexual with AIDS. I cause dismay this coming MAY when I break your face with GRACE, I MARK you son like chicago CUBS  you waste away each day.  SO call the cops, you rot on spot, I got you locked like GLOCKS/just saw you mom in front of VONS sucking cocks till MARCH she cums/My snare drums STARTS to beat a part a paradiddle flailing, you failing like a ginger AILE with red hair so SHEMALE/google me and you will see the hatemail I entail, You oogling this hooligan, IM SO IRISH ITS A SIN/So take the cigar from out your mouth and untie the bandana, my flows bananas and knows no limits when I attack ya fom my couch/Carlos Sanatana couldnt solo quite like me, Youre HANNA MONTANA/You asking for BILLY RAY CYRUS just like MILEY FUCKING VIRUS/Im like OSYRIS the eye of horus, my left I is an open door thats EGYPTIAN chorus from the future in a DELORIAN youre a  tourist/I wreck you cortex and perplex your text with hexes IM MALCOLM X, your next of kin is calling for the DOA youre in this vortex engulfed your FORD TAURUS/IM A BULL like raging when I MACHINE against your station/ FUCK THE G ride, I own the machine that makes em fakes wish to take em/I flyness in the mindset when I see you in my blindest, a giant IM GOLIATH youre like DAVIDs hymen vagina/I reach inside ya like an OBGYN, having you screaming OMG, like teenie boppers stampeding just to be next to me im the next best thing.  IAMBIC in my pentameter when I come at ya with my odd timing, a quarter note ahead of you when youre writing the lines I timed ya/so try to find some cheese cuz your whining is a disease, your zebra stripes just washed away when this lion eats I you smoke you like some TREES/having you eating wood like a beaver, GEE WALLY leave the beave to me/see you in the streets and greet you when I peep your shit thats weak

Chin Strap

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dang, gosh darn it, this is a BARNEY FREESTYLE/ 
fluffy and purple like the WEED YOU PUFF while/ 
reading these lines i STEAMROLL THESE CATS. ill/ 
break a mold easy, come with it quick man/ 
they daunted and jaunted. cant fill this box im/ 
not stressing, just please gimme your attention / 
gimme a beat, a word, a mention / 
im going on this 'rep yo shit' written / 
style's been done, but poetry witty / 
translates to text cypherin'. i get busy / 
you nodding off? know that im still going / 
cuz when i start flowing, it may start snowing / 
cash, money, rain, you better start plowing /
 given the chance, you'd probably blow it / 
me i step up, this here 32 bars / tried, true star. keep it bizarre / 
wahlberg, rockstar. /
 i seen em come up, wannabe artists / 
cash, money, hoes but with the art off they go quick /
 with no real intentions, probably do a service / 
when they just fade out. now selling batteries / 
in your local parking lot. heard not of, but "making lots"/ 
all cuz of that sticky, looking real icky cuz they smoking pot / 
me? guilty /
i suffer from a disease / the drink, the think, the rink of courage /
going round in circles and avoiding any urge to / 
do anything real. feel anything worthy / 
you were fuckin' THE MAN, but now you pushing 30 / 
you aint a real party person, the party's almost over /
i was called a "party pooper" as a child, s'why i hate being sober /
this is starting to feel like a thesis / 
point being, life is like a reese's / 
half peanut butter, half black jesus /that's chocolate to you suckaz that don't feel this "heathen"

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Cypher started: July 4^th 2014 at 02:47

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RAW DAWG	that was tight guys...good shit Posted on: 2014-07-19 19:39:59
SiNiK	HEY Brown, tell me what you think of my random ass shit I just laid down Rated: 10 Posted on: 2014-08-24 15:49:51
RAW DAWG	it was random like you said, some funny shit in there as well...extra verse, but I got through it..lol..good shit man Posted on: 2014-08-24 18:05:19
SiNiK	lol, thanks bro. Yeah, gotta make fun of myself claiming I have pentameter and act extra words to shit lol Rated: 10 Posted on: 2014-08-24 21:12:00
Chin Strap	futuregoat was tight, some i didnt have the patience to read through though they caught me initially. overall impressive levels of effort and skill. Posted on: 2014-08-25 21:49:06
BIG DICE	Good Cypher Guys! Great to do it with you all! Peace Out. Rated: 10 Posted on: 2014-09-02 04:36:53
SiNiK	Nothing better than men making mountains out of specs of sand Rated: 10 Posted on: 2014-09-02 15:57:10
RapsRecord	Damn this drop was dope lamp just checking my old drops and some of y'all got it on point Posted on: 2015-04-03 06:04:12

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