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

[tha god concept]

~~~DusteeBonez~~~

MR. Concepts kinda like a archeologist when ripped on dust cones
cause my sherm stick dont burn quik its thick as dinasaur bones
im off the hook so dont fone juss leave me alone
cause my minds in another zone where predators rome
im not even safe at home....dam the paranoias kickin in
and theres a demon out side my window beggin me to let him in
aaahhh shit, yo its either sink or swim
so i pulled another puff as the embolming fluid dripped down my chin
raw thoughts begin
got human flesh on my mind
so high i thought i was part of a cannibal tribe
popped in the dvd "ALIVE" hoppin the time will FLY by
but i noticed my bitches thighs might just taste dope fried
fuck i gotta chill and juss let the drug subside
got wifee so nervous she wont even look in my eyes
but i cant calm down the wet got ya boi thinkin illa
plus im so hyped think i got the strength to rape a gorilla
bear hug a grizzly and stalk down a ninja
tongue kiss a parahhana and beat down godzilla
while rockin an executioners mask like the zodiac killer
fuck this nights turnin into thriller and im not comin down
so i put the shotti to my lips and painted the wall red like clowns frowns
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[tha god concept]

2 ill ^^^ c'mon

[J.T.S.]

Underground or mainstream getting c.r.e.a.m. is the theme..
Grill the kid get ya head caught in the grips of my guilotine..
Killing fiend ripping spleens from every member of opposing regimes..
Rap nomad, notoriously the rawest emcee the human eyes can see..
The blind feel the fury, heat holding since i was a shorty..
Never wanted to be a thug, i'd rather feel titties than slugs..
Giving the finger to the judge, before the cuffs hug my wrists..
tried to hit me with the book, but i mastered it..
Sick with the vocab, never snitching like Curtis niggas know that..
Emcee's get thrown back to sharks, til' i get the throne back..
i'm known black as Thought, in Philly parts..
Whoever said i wasn't the shit didn't hear me fart..

[Treazon]

wide awake, T to the third power stay handin' you the truth
the demolition of the third tower from 9/11 theres tangible proof
of the U.S. government involved in a carefully planned spoof
that is, until the motherfuckers actually tried it
turns out the shit didnt work like the Atkins diet
but they still actin', denyin it wit lies they supplied it
turn peaceful protest into martial law, tryin to incite a riot
but the simple fact remains, son its plain in sight
a population is easier swayed when bathed in fright
to stop the fake terror they want your freedom and rights
puttin a bag over ya head to make you follow their light
recognize and realize these are real guys spreading real lies
that really compromise rational reality with corruption legitimized
innocent deaths authorized by people that pretend to politisize
who advertise our society to militarize, fuck that we need to rise
before they capitalize 'till fire and gun smoke rule the skies


shit is real MENG.

peace

[J.T.S.]

Fly shit,

Ain't nothing safe but my money in it, a rap nigga infinite..
Taint jewels others droppped, reporting live amongst the stock..
Every line unforgettable like Jimi rockin' at Woodstock..
Gun packin', and vest wearing in case illuminati wanna do me in like Pac..
Got better things to do than sell rocks, like brag bout my cock..
Or shit on cops, half- time spit on blocks, bombin' flocks..
Shoes, and socks fools get knocked out of..
Ladies go down when they wanna show me love..

[Treazon]

aiyyo its like a daily basis im just surrounded,
confounded by wack emcees intellect drowning
clone-ass cookie cutter crunk rappers clowning
i remain a man, "t" really 3.14 but i round it
equals t.3 i aint for brainwashing or flossing
the wrath of the math now equating a bloodbath
shake the whole western world like a hijacked plane crash
my brain mass exceed the 360 degree no need for a Pi graph
but as i laugh, its safe to say many need to see the way
propaganda is the WMD the West still use today
im waitin for revolution muthafucka to take aim and spray
cuz im like Mo Pete hittin the dagger trey to put the game away


yeaa im feelin this thread lately, keep up the hot shit yall


peace

[AcidPhosphate69]

Jugular jabbed jagged, jumpin' jack frost
Lovin' ya gabbed faggin', lumpin' whack floss
Boss actin' captains, captured it happens
Stop rappin, you sappin' sweet toucan beak
Who can peak? You can speak, just keep weak
Back from leaked, sheik sultan, vulcan grip raps
I'm sulkin' so kick back, grasp attack clasp the track
Raspin' cracked voice, rejoiced choice manuever
Manure, fumes or gases, you some classless bastards
I'm trashless master, disaster debris free breeze
Tress shake in wake, I break coast, boastin' toast
Host with the most, ghost posts lyrical jokes
Blokes croakin', spoken vaccine to clean the fein'
Nicotine weened, I fien' for green, understeen?
Nall talk, you all balk, I stalked beat then walk
Cocked locked, ready to rock, sock 'em robots
So hot, you drop pan, burn ya hand stick to canned
Microwaved saved flows, might go away, you braved shows
The grave knows, so don't pose, exposed to corrosion
Somethin' like a mind-blowin' explosion, hosin' opposin'
Closin' sectors, I'm a spectre sneakin' snappin' viking king of rappin'

[NASTY NAK]

Originally Posted by TeknicelStylez

Hollow Point Shell Blow Breakin In Sections
Jakes Hate the Case no Tracin the Weapon
Two Shot Pop Pop Hit em Wit Da Combo
Crew lookin like the gorillas in the congo
Yea the don knows chillin wit the bomb hoes
Con Pro's cash slow we robbin mcdonalds
Blow a Load on a hoes facial expression
Open her mouth let er get a taste of perfection
Purchase a brick and break it in sections
I'm no priest yo but I'm takin collections
Alot of shit can happen in the space of a second
Never see a feen in the place that you rest in
Sneak in the night like ninjas facin detection
Winnin races cause I ain't placin in second

Really feelin' your style man, props

[J.T.S.]

Music from the soul-child, runnin' wild in the p.j.'s
In the wreck room, flowin' over cuts by the Dj
Vocal spray shatter window panes
Landlord insures it, jay's golden n' the grain
The games death, so i adjust to life breathing life in mics
A-likes building on the night-shift
We hold the square, releasing blindin' glares of infinite light
As we face jihad..a neverending global plight
That us authors write, and recite about the riots they incite..

[TeknicelStylez]

Stakes make the trail ground breaking news shaking few
Rate hate in scales instakin fueds breakin dudes
I'm Singin the Late night blues tryina rake in food
Grip clips When the Nine iron hit it Takes off shoes (ooo)
Yo Who the fuck told yall people to make those moves
Let you sleep with the fish in the lake as food Duh Duh damn I am sam
three eight jammed in my hand
scram eight man party pull ya body out of land
Worms crawlin out ya eyes you fallin out disguise
D's Haulin out the finds try calliin out my kind
Combined with my nine we on time on the line
Confined to a mind where you signed on the grind
A slave to certificates brave through the thick of it
Movin through the night with a blade and a pistol grip
I'm Gettin sick of it on the block still flippin shit
Got perscription clips addicts havin coniption fits
True niggas got you ninety percent of the time
And one percent of your life is spent on your rhymes
It's easy to tell why my flow is more respectable
I'm sleezy as hell sellin something that's injectable
Ya Boy breezy in hell movin undetectable
Make spectacles kickin grown men in their testicals
Collectin their tears who aint respectin their fears
I got guns around so the protection is near
Clocks round the house so I know the second is near
Best of his peers Oh seven mean tek in his year
Audacity to pour gasoline on to you happily
Dastardly creatin partake in catastrophes
Gradually accumalate wealth rumored great
Travesties loom in fate its the new mistake
Conquer the world like alexander the great
Got a hand on the stake as I hammer the slate
Inscribe my words that's bond and my verbs is drawn
Swerve in long on top of sidewalks curb your mom
Slide off the thirds is drawn recoil curve your arm
Murder cons I fly talk when the nerves is calm
i'm on that type of shit that you heard I'm on
Jerz is don on b line with some birds in thongs
Two six on that smooth shit old building new bricks
Escapin through music I break and lose it abuse quick
Anger problems street livin got my slang evolvin
bang revolvin hate drivin prison will solve em



These are writtens on the sidekick, I suggest all yall invest in one, it's a texters dream

[J.T.S.]

Young Justice with-stand the tricknowledge amongst us
Sinners born in the broken foundation
Homes like dumpsters, society fucked us
No more free lunches, Bush ain't pulling punches
Were the prey being hunted
Confronted forced to sell or thrown in jail
Narcotics planted in our khaki's no bail
Real life shit no tales, our parents failed
U ain't gotta be Jesus to be nailed to a cross
Our generations lost, inner-city holocaust
The Remedy never again, i got guns to bust-off

[Dirty Knowledge]

Looking at these fiends crack pipes on E they in awe..
I know they'll do anything for a hit in the city of West Palm,
Dope addicts, crack whores and bastard children..
Run the streets in the county in which we live in,
Gang-bangers and five shots fire wild from nine Glocks,
I'm ahead of your time..
Like you was in Cali and I was in N.Y. both rockin' a time watch,
Money got ladies strippin on the strip for these men,
And money got my old roll dawgs doin bids in the penn,
The other day my boy in Brevard sent me a kite,
Tellin' me my boy in Indian River got shanked the other night,
Don't think he'll survive, gotta remember his face,
Cuz after a year, I probably won't even remember his name,
I spray murals and tag walls with the names of deceased,
Just so no body forgets the true OG's who ran these streets,
From 18th to J. Ave, from Hillsborough to 45th Street,
We pump piff, smoke blunts and run shit like a track meet,
These days I'm clean, tell any pussy police to track me..
Ain't throwing shit at me.. I disable 'em like injured MLB athletes,
These motherfuckers is gambiling with drug money,
'Cuz they young ..and to them it's nothing but fun money,
Toss in the air, buy a bunch of new shit.. it's dumb money,
Until they cross a hungry street thug with none money,
Slapped up with a brick, let's see if you can survive,
When this broke-ass drug addict start beating on ya' spine,
Bashin in ya' face as if trying to look deep in ya' mind,
Then leave ya' ass for dead, with no cash, the reason why.


Lil sum for the mind. I haven't been able to write in so long.

[J.T.S.]

I knew this convict named Nick son sold Knicks in his whip..
40 inch platinum chains he rocked, he stacked Vegas chips..
Kept a glock 9 with extra clips, he smoked some cat over his bitch..
Word on the street is the cat survived, and he got a vengence..
To send Nick to the pearly gates, for one month he'd wait..
I tried to hollar at homie, but his ignorance was bliss..
He was too concerned wit his chips, plus his wiz was pregnant..
But he knew the dude he shot was for real, once a message was sended..
By text to his cell phone, it was a saturday night Nick was driving home..
Drunk from drinking petron, plus he was puffing a bone..
He was slipping that night he didn't even carry his chrome..
He stopped at a red light, and took a look through the rearview..
Mirror where a white Lincoln continental pulled up slow..
Before the light turned green the driver rolled down the window..
Asked Nick for a bag of indo, then put 3 bullets in his temple..

[Jugganaut]

I'm makin' it hard for yall to copy this, too much cockiness to fit on a fuckin floppy disk
Watch me piss on mc's comin' with that sloppy shit, I can play tag blindfolded and still not be it
It's kinda obvious as to what my hobby is, a wutang corp lobbyist typin' some of the rowdiest
verses allowed to spit, Don't ever crowd me trick, I'm on some Bob Marley ish
smokin' around a ditch and tryin' to pound a bitch while flowin' without a hitch

[Poetic Disciple]

Rifle slashes, exposed corpses to infection//
Samurai code followers, natural selection//
Lord of the lands, 900 men for protection//
Radical, Ballistic DNA tests strive for perfection//
African globe trotter, circling the planet in stride//
THC burnin, take minds on rides//l
Through the uni~verse, who~the~worst in the flesh//
Blood cotted negro, inflictin cardiac arrest//
Satanic practices, kept away from society//
Holy water baths, devils laughing maniacally//
Armed robbery committing, lottery in hand//
Unrighteous blashphemer caught smuggling contraband//
Sinner in the the church, walking contradiction//
Slit eyelids, the cause self-infliction//