Lyrical FLEX (Finish Wit Da Word) CYPHA 'NEW'

[Liquid Lines]

I rip shit spit wit that real quick shit,
hit before u realise i struck cant duck what u cant see,
tryin to be who u not be me I believe,
no limit to what I can acheive, retreive the cortex
vortex getting sucked down, out afta the first round,
bout 100 punds below weight, no wait expose fakes,
take what I can no man challenge these rhymes and schemes,
only in dreams stand no chance when I let go,
muthafukas have a betta chance bringin back retro

next word: floor

[Zamboo]

raisin pillars from the ground, a well known stylelite/
makin crowds scream loud from sharing my insight/
peeps jumpin up n' down like bed rocks covered in spikes/
i rehearsed this verse to shake EARTH to its core/
a true land lord leaves nothin unexplored/
once you've reached the uncharted shore/
....PIERCE THAT FUCKIN FLAG INTO THE FLOOR!/

nw:domination

[Sleep Sinatra]

whenever glocks-is-blazin in tha proper-placin/
coppers-chasin this nigga doctor-playin/
givin and takin lives when my fifth parlay-ya-spine/
u can only pray-4-rimes as holy as these/
and yall niggas comin up and dont kno me? i-squeeze!/
fold-ing-ya-kness watch them shits buckle as tha city crumble/
young cats can get got in tha gritty-jungle/
massacre's decreasin tha population/
i have tha hardest man ovulating-verbal-domination/

[Sleep Sinatra]

shit my bad ...
nwropaganda

[Sleep Sinatra]

tha fuck? god im drunk
nw: propaganda

[sileNt.siN.]

siN is trained to Show Heaven his Demonic Anger
but he felt No Presence like someone Shot at Santa
Anybody willing to get their Body Anchored
Talk and Stand Up, You'll get turned to an Armless Gangster
I rip the Block with Talking Manners, Proper Grammar, Constant Blabber
Poppin' Hammers focused on yer chest like Topless Dancers
You can Never Box this Rapper, He is 'bout to Knock you Actors
leaving Ya'll just Fractured, Displayed up on some Propaganda.

n.w. Laboratory

[J.T.S.]

Trained to terrorize trains, terrorist wrist slit ya veins
Skin get open blood rains, i bloodied the rap game
Slaps sting worse than bee stings, dick- in ya dame
Love of the lust lusting ladies give me an adrenaline rush
Smoke-out wit my medicine crushed
Shit-talkers get flushed, pipes cracked once da mack bust
You touched returned to dust end of story
No guts mean no glory, i'm buildin' in the labatory

n.w.: advertise

[Sleep Sinatra]

i snatch a nigga bitch real quick 2 crack-her-thighs/
roamin wit them savage-guys u pussies better strategize/
my mackin-rise like a nigga "boss'n up"/
give a fuck like im tossin-bucks gats-will-fry u often-stuck/
lay u in a coffin-bruh da one dat b slashin-eyes/
no exposure needed yo my flow self advertise/

nw:epiphany

[Zamboo]

A travellin high note, through the throat/
pierce ya wine glass and tune yo fork/
we gods of mankind in human form/
born we grow like a spore in a brain-storm/
undah my dome, is the sound of an infinite crescendo/
fillin my sixth sense spectrum with simpo audio/
sin phony's with my deadly symphonys/
leave the scenery bloody with the wet floor slippery/
watch ya step....this shits sickening/
enlightening words hitting me,
while all y'all witnessing/
the manifesting of a pure essence,
the true meaningz of an epiphany/

nw: sacrifice

[Jugganaut]

I can bring it back in one line or finish with tha word
Kill tha guy above me and end it with a verb
Mentally, I'm disturbed in this Temple of Darts
So many people havin' trouble with the simplest parts
It all stems from the heart, let it come out phonetically
And you don't have to make all ya words rhyme alphabetically
You just gotta let it be, cause it won't matter in tha afterlife
Be you while ya here, but are you willin' to make that sacrifice?


nw: consequences

[J.T.S.]

Not from Crooklyn but i'm a crook in wu-wear attire..
Smooth hip-hop hustler, broken language lingo sire..
Liar hater, fake emcee anihilater, opposite of a player..
Say my name like a prayer and feel the God wrath..
Always loved money so i always excelled in math..
I might eat the coochie, but i ain't stickin' my tongue in her ass..
Like gas i'm highly flammable, a flame uncontrolled..
Every element on earth combined..
I bring horror through the scope cancerous sign..
I write my projects sittin' on benches..
Living life care-free, no fear of consequences..

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[Liquid Lines]

Coming from no hood,
Got bars as numerous as trees in a wood,
I dont do it cus I should,
I would get all the skills once again,
Even if I got put back years numering ten,
The pen in one hand mic in the next,
Concept of being the best nothin less,
Call it mess on a page or unleashing of rage,
Evade me in battle, a warrior u dont want 2 face,
Put u in your place, get outta my space,
Awake the mind cus I'm not part of the machine or a simple cog
As I come thru the fog, battle thru the smog
rhymes tighter than bark to a log.


Next word: turntable

[GOKU_SSJ_3]

i gotz four ams and legs and i put'em to good use
when i slap you and kick you and strangle you with a silver noose
the problems is that all them fake ass niggaz counterfeit my lines
tryin to bury me with the force of their own lies
cuz they hang around like files oer a dead corpse ion hopes get magnetized
hollow bones get electrified and filled with knowledge as my people
regress to monkeys from savage to savage
there is nothing to salvage except your own soul
like two wheels with no brake you iz outta control
lookin at the world from a different angle seein all the scratches on the surface like the wax on the turntable

next word: rusty iron sword

[Liquid Lines]

Boxin against shadows, figthing ghosts,
training to the most of my ablities of my bodily host,
spoke on techniques, devloping my own unique,
neva reach a peak, hand to hand,
man to man deveserving of many awards,
record my achievements on many boards,
hear this mighty lion roar,
foreva in use so will neva have a rusty iron sword.

next word: pole

[Liquid Lines]

Left it nearly 3 weeks and no ones finsihed on my word,
absurd call ur self MC's I'm here to sort this out,
wit out a shadow of a doubt, devout to this mic,
my life intwined wit hiphop not this watered down shit what,
infiltrates the media makes everyone a believer,
TI's the be all end all of what rhyimngs about,
remembering days when
WU-TANG CLAN AINT NOTHING TO FUCK WIT
they used to shout, real MC drought lets have em back on patrol
back in control wit sum samples from the 8 diagram pole.


next word : high