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Thread: Tek Stylez' Word Play Ground ((Official Cypher Thread))

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    girl actin nutz..world actin clutz..Im packin dutch..snatchin much weed..stashin plush../
    flash sum dust..u go blind..Im backin up..smackin tons of wack enuff..MCS..actin up../
    trash ya cut(las)..grab-a-bus!! <-// haha... shit.. man Im laughin CUZ.........../
    JACK YA MUG wit a FEW CUTZ..ya face end up WHITE like KLU-KLUX ..
    get a CLUE dunn..walk down fletcher catch a tune up!. ass'll be shredded like TUNA!.
    restin my USED UP keys.. AWAKEN tah 2 DOZ(en)..I get frustrated.. then MOVE SOME..
    other half get smother'd bad..blood bath..brothers, dad, sisters, misters, cuzins, fags.. !!
    Last Word Cypha /

    -> ACTLIKEYOUKNOW / ACLIKYANO (3-04-2004)
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    Quote Originally Posted by SpOk3N View Post
    The THREE Hazards Are THREE Bastards That Eat Beef, Your Teeth Shatter
    When Biting They Neat Raptures of Words...Defeat Rappers and Herbs
    You Keep Actin' Absurd...ACLIK Would Be Pushing The Ink Block
    To Your Brain...Cause You Homosexaully Messed Up...

    Like You Crushing a Pink Rock
    Your Team Knocked....Blocked From The Tallest Of Speakers
    That Got The Ability in His Hands to put A Hault to a Cheetah
    White N Dangerous Be Dropping Words...All You Jockers Remain So-
    Caugvht In The Motion, That You Gotta "Give him Props" like a Stage Show
    Spok3n Is The Amazing God...Bars Are Infinite With the Punchline
    So Give it up One Time For The Young Guy From the Land of the Sunshine
    You Want Mine? You Best To Have Skills in ya Resume'
    Cause This Clique of Deadly Writers are Heavy Fire...The Text'll Stay-
    Burnin' Even When Deleted...We Can Bury Molemen
    That Be Burned Black To A Small Crisp....Like Gary Coleman!



    Tables Turn..Which Made it Worse, Engaged N' Searched..
    for a Way ta' Learn, how ta Take tha' Curse of the Weight of Earth
    Incase it Curved, and Strained my Nervous System..
    Rage it Burst, n' Explained in Words how ta Further Wisdom


    Take ya life plus ya afterlife -Bloodshed

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    Ayo check it

    You how we stackin them chips, Actors'll flip
    Grab the mack n blast at they hips, crackin they ribs
    We "toss up" rappers, more then stars n slut actors
    Bars n blunts factor, when we toss a front at ya
    We blow spots, when faggots touch n throw rocks
    Those bitches "screw my system" like magnets on robots
    The sets vile, tek stylez be up and controlling the Brick
    Slowly get rich, Flow mo' sold and blowin those pricks (no homo)

    tek, WHERE U ATTTT????

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    Ny's Underground MC Aclikyano's Avatar
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    (was goin be a "last word cypha" but reverted it back to a random spit)

    behold..Im old n wise..scold a wife for holdin knife wit no motivation of murder../
    promote.. education inverted to stupidity which infinity of men really believe ! /
    (will getem sumwere)
    i been studyin..been buddiez wit theze people..from good to evil..life short sequel../
    force easlez of graf.. itz no more legal.. was eagle on path..never caught..creep aza cat../
    deep intah vatz..spray all night..seen aza mass..cross streetz -> scene iza blast..
    caution tape..anutha lost in wayz..I point out ya flawz n make..u realize ya lost n CHASED!.
    by death.. get off ya BASE!.. do sumthin..step off tha trainz n prove cuzin!.
    artwork paid n soothz much as 60% of NY..citywide crewtalk..commity rize thru war../
    police tour wrong spotz..we in othaz..we used tah bore copz..now we more HOT../
    got sqaud n teamz watchin streetz..but not traintrackz..spark-a-piece.. ina 1/2.../
    snapshot ina cellphone..raw knotz will smell home..ditch this? hell no..switch caps../
    kick ass..turf beef..niggaz get merked ease..scribble over gifted novaz..flip-sum-phonez./
    got many..stick em close..one fah niggaz..otha bitchez..run ya digitz! only if u a flick of interest../
    wit big breast..shit I dig less cuz dimepieces all ovah this rest..yea i give sex to petite chickletz../
    cant seem to stop spittin text..on WUCORP i hitchya neck.. cause u little respect..../
    snatched from ya hidious threatz..Im vicous with fretz as I toss em towardz ya temple (gimmie-a-sec)..
    ahh.. smoked this gideon meth..now Im giddy as west..kiddiez be next..as I destroy hippiez who rest../
    Last edited by Aclikyano; 08-18-2006 at 09:36 AM.
    Last Word Cypha /

    -> ACTLIKEYOUKNOW / ACLIKYANO (3-04-2004)
    Now AtotheC

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    its the lyrical sword swing sharp decapitate ya,
    spittin a verse that'll burn craters in average paper,
    attack the greater, got shields ta counter-attack
    verbal sword stab the front and exits outta ya back,
    bound to attack, soon as i see you, your fake and see thru,
    emcees is murdered like the end but this rap was just a preview,
    the master wit precise aim smack ya back to ya tutor,
    reboot ya like a computer and shoot ya discontinue ya future,
    been absent but came back been rappin ta blaze tracks,
    smackin the same wacks, im back wit the main facts,
    rhymes got the heat to box and beat fools who not complete,
    advanced style far enough to make microsoft obselete
    Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
    tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
    -Inspectah Deck

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sirkulayshun View Post
    its the lyrical sword swing sharp decapitate ya,
    spittin a verse that'll burn craters in average paper,
    attack the greater, got shields ta counter-attack
    verbal sword stab the front and exits outta ya back,
    bound to attack, soon as i see you, your fake and see thru,
    emcees is murdered like the end but this rap was just a preview,
    the master wit precise aim smack ya back to ya tutor,
    reboot ya like a computer and shoot ya discontinue ya future,
    been absent but came back been rappin ta blaze tracks,
    smackin the same wacks, im back wit the main facts,
    rhymes got the heat to box and beat fools who not complete,
    advanced style far enough to make microsoft obselete
    coastiing, nautica, flowing, labors rowing...... ( BIG BUISNESS )
    real boys listen young cats glisten... ( IQ DISTANT )
    rather steel in the wrist then dimonds leave me skinless... ( EVILS PRESENCE )
    fake boundaries, K9 HANDLE hounds me... ( Glut Stupid )
    cliques ruthless, clicks you toothless, fans underground but still rootless ??... ( COME ON STUPID )

    dvd these dames how i put em in to play... ( come pay )
    hunny do her best i do the rest.. ( bonus in her breast's )
    money from sky-dome's in my home.. ( REAL TORONTO )
    pimpin is easy but stresses higer then penthouse condo's ( nose bleed )
    hoes greed leads to plasters then bondo's ( summin like a reno )

    got more senses then braintendons, more ends then wealthy curtains... ( NO REALLY )
    moves peasy, work easy, chins, slide side ,curtains greezy.... ( MONEY SWIMMING )
    Ladies listen allow incesions, set trippin.... ( HOW SHE CRIPPIN )
    MONEY TAKING< FORCE GRIPPING< I D PREMEDITATING... ( OL SCHOOLING )

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    We bomb streets suburban
    Leach police got me swerving
    Bleeding n hurting, on the seat were im workin
    Tryna steal with the pay, but hey
    i say, lame name dealin the yay
    Its so gay, Why im feelin this way
    Breathe when I'm safe, but now its cold sweats
    But though yet, my own threats got me so vexed
    When I'm hopeless...Just another day in the life
    I make what i write, don't make me make a shame of your life
    Its lame but it right, Feelings come in the form of a gun
    Its poor but its fun, Making gore then I run
    Shaking a store for the funds...I need to do the business
    Screw these big wigs, they can come chew the biscuit

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    Dealing while concealing the tech's color
    In this drug game i got the rank set of a tullar
    Niggas know me even at a glance
    You can figure my war dance out by my stance
    Fuck a romance verse thats for the poor man
    My shit leaves scientists wit obscure an unsure plans
    On how to take me out, my head represents a clout
    Camoflauge in the camel's lodge, with hesitants and doubt
    That they'll ever let me out, still i stride and abide
    Two more years of listenin to the devil by my side
    He's mad cuz i kilt his demon, when i was a freeman
    I'm not a soldier i'm an able seeman, pipes pumpin semen
    Through the sea, turning it to the shade of clouds
    Spit salt water based lines, over a baseline to crowds
    Rappin this for rep, check my loaded gun decks
    I've done shot techs at the best, its a deadly procces
    Commin with poison from an adder injecting your bladder
    Splitter splatter with ill chatter corrupting brain matter
    With heavy capers written on paper, see my scheme
    Water vapors reaveal the fakers and beaming themes
    Fuck yo ambitions i'm handing out heart conditions
    Check my compisition that frequently start transitions
    Of hoe-ish flows, i'm rowin through icy snow
    Meltin the ground as i go, my shit packs spicy blows
    The chosen think the can compete toe to toe
    I'm leavin them frozen in defeat wita ice floe
    Got three free degrees recieved from fleeing emcees
    I left a rap chief deceased in tennessee under a buckwheat tree
    Yeah i kilt the dead sea, and i blead in the red sea
    Pounds of lead be by my bed incase feds tread an breach
    Little time is how long it took me to construct this reaper rhyme
    Brittle lines turned strong by abducting the weaker crimes

    Wu banga
    Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 09-14-2006 at 05:02 PM.
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
    http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61

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    Action reaction ramsacking assasins, blood money robber rappin'
    Murder Mob masked men , blastin' machine guns in Staten
    Trashin' mix-tapes, we hit gates for currency extort ya papes
    Take mines in blood, behold the blade in ya face slice it open great
    New York state of mind, crime representative sent to steal shine
    I kill lines rapid fire design, ace of bass saw my sign
    I grind with kids who split wigs for chips, crack ya chapped lips
    Slap you up, crack ribs , jig ya frame with the machette watch u backflip



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Sit back and relax as reality set in to the mind as medicine,
    Prescription of life to this mind which is just less than veteran,
    Getting high is a mid-life crisis, why I feel like I just can't fight this?
    Since 12 I been lightin' blunts, flip it, at 21 I love to get high, kid..
    Morality is sad to see wasted in the form of Hollywood entities,
    Dietys of religion is sinnin' cuz the real wisdom comes from centuries,
    Of experience and knowledge, of wisdom and battling doctrats from college,
    Of hitting the crack pipe and getting so high your heart beats at rates that alarmin',
    Usually smoked dirtys and chinos, Al Pacino was my favorite star,
    Cuz he starred in movies where it was cool to be named after a scar,
    And I fell off the bed at two, got one right under my right eye,
    Wasn't cool until I grew, now I'm fucking bad bitches under the night sky,
    Riding by old foes in whips whippin' they necks till they like "Nice ride",
    And can't keep they eyes off the Suburban that's thumpin with Alpines inside,
    Got four 12's but I'd rather have four pounds, ten blunts and two bottles,
    Though it's wicked thinking sometimes I'd wish I could fuck two models,
    At the same time, sit back and spit twenty bars before you finish that same line,
    Incredible speeds demented by the weed got my machinary spinnin' inside,
    Gears of the mind go off in a wind too fast for any word to describe,
    As thoughts are propelled and I compel crowds of those standing by,
    Rocking they body as I'm rocking the mic, scream encore and I'm rocking it twice, I don't give a fuck what the critics is like

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    your mobile chirp with the crickets
    wire tapped, protestin' hippe with pickets
    remember kids with they whip its
    huffin' paint fumes, verbally restraint goons
    cuffs cut into they wrist
    heads hit as they get into this squad car
    darrel mcdaniels derby on the mob star
    gas prices go up shell toe up drunk in my adidas
    middle finger up at these elitists
    drop the microphone and leave it for u jackals and hyenas
    scavagenin', i'm a savage when
    i'm forced to take it out from your hands
    hit a mother fucker hard enough so his head lands in the grand stands
    third tier crackin' windshields spider webbed
    a hungry emcee, i'm feeling famished and unfed
    hanging on by one thread
    resurrected mics once dead
    seeing steady improvement
    as i stuck the crowd up witta mic, don't make no sudden movements
    and u might make it out alive
    snap you suckers neck when u get pile drived
    and out for the count
    like van helsing
    quasimoto on the mic, i make your bells ring

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    On the prowl pussy pounder, off the wall dime bouncer
    Mc to annouce ya death annoucer, on the scence fatality sponser
    The club bouncer beatdown beater, that husband slapper in the wife beater
    Hands on the take ya life heater, you mc's tempt me to clap you, and ya leaders
    Words of wisdom speaker, 5% poor righteous teacher blazin' the reefa
    Peace to the gods, and know-ledge seekers, as devils plot our death were the endangered species,,, I release these vocals at light speed to the producer i'm the beat
    Bombin' street grafiti, my drawrings got queens calling me that look like Nerfititi
    Tellin' enemies be easy, who wanna be the next to see me in living color fuckin' ya babies mother,,,, Give her a street fuck, and live it up spending your big bucks
    Driving your truck, and when you kiss that slut, that funny taste in her mouths from, my dick and nuts



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Bra whats good, stash a nigga in the freestore freezer
    Throw half of 'em in the ohio river, over a stolen beeper
    Cuz thats the shit i'm on, low key phyco flippin beast
    Leavein police deaceased, for disturbin my fuckin peace
    Leave holes in head pieces, since the days of vaseline on faces
    Leavin peers with braces, and false teeth at thirteen
    Left parents hate'in, when i was 6 i was to bad for school
    My daddy left out like a bitch, now he look at me like "its all cool"
    Fuck that, plus he's a cop livin in a rich part of town
    While i'm stuck in the hills, but won't catch me wita frown
    Told that mutherfucker don't come to my b-ball games
    Its a shame, no dame gettin, home alone at 59, fuckin lame
    But anyways, stray'in from a pointless rhyme is very easy
    Excuse me, just cause i smoke some, don't mean i abuse thee
    Health teacher reported to the counselour, meant mad trouble (about the smokes)
    I'm salty she asked could i get a ounce for her?, bursted like a bubble
    Wit laugfter, i had ta, my life got mad funny chapters
    At 5 years old, my gym teacher called me a bastard, so i smacked her
    But i was young then, my pockets was dumb thin
    Pants was still the way they today, saggin aint no sin
    Remember i used to run from my moma when she gave whippins
    I'm talkin bout the the leather belt wit metal buckles, shits stingin
    Nappy headed, some time corn breaded, sometimes stinkin
    Played with the pitbulls down the street,
    Had sweet staring contests 5 inches away from the teeth, witout blinkin yo
    If you move you was a bitch yo, shits was fun all day
    Till one jumped over the fence, and left a scars on my face
    Thats a permanet lesson you ever forget, the owner sprayed the dog wit mace
    My friends fled but I would of to, stupid to stick around wita loose pitbull
    When the bitch bit my face, i felt the opposite side of my head's skin pull
    And stretch, my moma was vexed, threatend the owner wit my brother's tech
    The the popo's was called by neighbors, snitches,
    Got 11 stiches on my left cheek, plus had gashes in my chest
    Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 09-14-2006 at 05:37 PM.
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
    http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61

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    i'm pit bull on the prowl, nocturnal night owl, like a werewolf who howl
    at the full moon
    desperado who kick in the doors at the saloon
    bitches like u drop the O and are found in the salon
    bitches like u get brainwashed into losing their life being a suicide bomb
    while i tell you how to interpret the words of the qur'an
    don't get caught up trying to be a martyr
    you couldn't fade me if you were a barber
    but don't cry little man, cuz life only gets harder
    it's best to learn from your experiences and try to be smarter
    cuz when it comes to being on the mic, i'm isuzu, i go farther
    u wouldn't dare pull the trigger, the consequences scare ya
    battling me is like wandering around barefooted and dehydrated in the sahara
    i'll tony blair ya, have your own party callin' for you to resign
    give you goosebumps like r.l. stein
    and if i find you biting one line................ i'll have you kiss the curb and splatter paint with your mind

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    Life's ill.. that why i stay spittin' sick lyrics over reels/
    Never sell the babies powder.. we know drugs kill/
    Born loser.. a thug til' that bullet greets my grill/
    Kill, or be killed... i b-real like that Latino from Cypress Hill/
    Lyrically skilled.. to fill ya head with more lines than the old hammer cut/
    Used to think about suicide.. why?? I'll eventually self-destruct/
    Stuck in a cold world i can't escape,, a smoked out existence as of know is my fate/
    Wondering why i receive hate... that's karma the great/
    I try to live peacefully... but it's war in every state/
    I try to come up in the game but niggas sleep on my mixtapes/
    And record companies rape the artists for thier papes/
    It's about time for the God to shine... hey if i pay a nigga to shoot me 9 time then maybe i'll get signed/



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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