LETS KICK THIS OFF: *Freestyle Cypher Thread* (diss the man above you)

Originally Posted by _SBU

"if I was in the land of the elderly" ..imagine it.
wrapping in zigzags; the same shape I'm staggering.
pushing a walker cart, packing it with graffing tins,
walking out the store before paying, after tagging it.
graphic s***, even in my senior years I'll be practising.
regarding tracks that aint even been made yet as classic hits.
"bingo bets"? I'd never rig it to win it.
but bet if it's a game of skill then I'm in it.
hardly Shaq, but 'put it in the basket', show devotion;
coz its like a Lector lecture or the scene "involving lotion".
your bars are hardly fresh as this, you'd better sit resenting it.
you're "testing your waters" yeah? ..pregnant, b****?

"smitten with smite"? the scripture applies.
your system's derived from the wisdom of mine.
please believe, I beast with original lines whilst giving advice.
I oversee beef between kittens and mice in a similar guise.
lines of mine are enriching the site- envision it right.
I've seen the scene freeze with depictions of lies.
"smitten with smite"..? lyrically nice, its a fine line..
you'd better swing mittens with might if you fight mine.
our drops hardly belong on the same site,
I'd throw you left hooks and you'd waive rights.
I'm killin it with lyrics like some blood was shed..
please. you reckon these "paintballs" are coloured red?
considered "public enemy" here coz your stuff's weak..
and 'holding you back takes a nation of'.. just me.

my every text's dope and results in fresh tropes.
please. you don't need a "scope" to see '_S' cope.
'_S' -know-white' ..like potent lines.
blow though even "Sneezy" wont dispose of mine.

why you wrapping zigs and there is no zag....red flags and *** tags...empty magazines no pictures just mags...for the land of the elderly is just nag...paper or plastic maam hell with it ur just a bag...your lines are caught up what a snag...solid connections with no cons or the section what lag....life's a ***** here is your test want a gift wrap...or maybe a blunt rap...smoked weeds at your headstone aint a nap...rollin nothing but i see you playin crap...a beast snap and beef taps...is that jerky macho man or a witch slap....oops I meant hitting a female dogs laugh..I bet my randy you aint a savage this is pure mismatch


well even you ummm practice...getting your poll wet like a pole flag piss....i hear snake eyes but only hear a trouser snake hiss...you cant stay afloat like a swiss block bliss...thats cheese but this cottage even 3 piggies and wolf couldnt rock this


listen pork chop this is the real hannibal and the mute of the lamb....whats sittin in the hole knowing I turned the wild pig to ham...just call your style a schizophrenic mail man ignoring you spam....take out your nuisance of a curse and semi wet flow like a god damn...or is that a holy dam like a homeless man stuck in Nam.....charlie is here without 2 and a half more whatta cram....I suggest you pickup the terrain in motion and dodge the ram....unholy union would better describe a possible unit like a pearl covering a clam

yeh your text is dope and your my only competition....you do realize after this versus there wont be a chance of verses second edition

a pregnant **** pulling an abortion stun,t or a call it a few month stump, without hearing the cryin of the chump, the fruit is ripe but rotten over rides the unpleasant plump....changing out my ammo like 6 shells in a pump, your diks hung in a prison *** like a tree stump


i dont need mittens or new born kitten....cold I am when you pur and never feel your slushie admittin....for I am new ice in hells witness to the frozen lakes splitn...left hooks dont matter if you aint never been hittin...you damn right ill wave my rights to hear the end of your drymouth spittin



holdin me back, i got stuck at the border cross...leave your low cylinders burnt against no juice v8 NOS...now I got bacterial breath from eatin ur death pickin ur bones out with floss...now your playin the left call you judas but still leave you on the cross.....whats misery if you bought it and ignored its cost..this aint your section like a left over members only jacket you couldnt fit the loss

impregnated aqua was a slaughter of a line...whats the reaper going to think murderin this sweet child o mine....wont be no guns nor roses just bad dream of moses breakin his spine...carrying my one commandment is the only way to be relevant of my time....too bad your mentally bankrupt and physically weak to speak so just learn to mime....dropping these lines inspire others to pick up change while you lost the dime...ill let you take your front cause I hear you like it from behind


dude the testin the waters line was beyond sick...good to have you as competition, keeps me on my toes
Take Care

Originally Posted by ROBBMACK

microphone check microphone check 1, 2.. trying to make sure my reply will post. they tryn to Jack Robb for his Mack job

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,
you keep continuing your gonna end up dead,
Should of known a dog as parent was a bad crossbred,
unlike you ima real purebred,
Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,
After im done with you, you be bleeding red,
Now everything, i dont say be left unsaid,
So before you post better think ahead,
Cuz no matter what you do, i ****ing own this thread,


To, whoever fights back, I'll be here,
Im just waiting for a volunteer,
a *****,a seer, whoever it is, prepare to have fear,
Cause when im done with you its just another souvenire,
If you still wanna go, i'll put in gear,
around the same year, i did your girlfriend in the rear,
Now dont shed a tear, its ok,
many downsyndrum asses like you, cant manage this play,
its only for the real mc's not the gay,
all the girls be going Horray Horray,
wheres ur ****ing audience, they elft cause you got slayed,
***** i be the one, to go and touchey,
as i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,
life,sc, im better then you in everything,
guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

The clocks still ticking so i believe theres time
Why dont you stop dicking around with your pathetic rhyme
And get a real flow, cus no-one feels RickeyJoe
You could be a little boy backstage on the Jim'll Fix It show
The only thing thats equal about you is how i'll treat ya
Put two lines through your **** before i even answer
X marks the spot, bout to show this rookie what i got
May have a heart a of ice, but i still come in hot
My advice is that you take your own and open your eyes
Your own lines basically spell out your demise

Originally Posted by Still Kill Cause Im Ill

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,
you keep continuing your gonna end up dead,
Should of known a dog as parent was a bad crossbred,
unlike you ima real purebred,
Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,
After im done with you, you be bleeding red,
Now everything, i dont say be left unsaid,
So before you post better think ahead,
Cuz no matter what you do, i ****ing own this thread,


To, whoever fights back, I'll be here,
Im just waiting for a volunteer,
a *****,a seer, whoever it is, prepare to have fear,
Cause when im done with you its just another souvenire,
If you still wanna go, i'll put in gear,
around the same year, i did your girlfriend in the rear,
Now dont shed a tear, its ok,
many downsyndrum asses like you, cant manage this play,
its only for the real mc's not the gay,
all the girls be going Horray Horray,
wheres ur ****ing audience, they elft cause you got slayed,
***** i be the one, to go and touchey,
as i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,
life,sc, im better then you in everything,
guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

volunteer away and be left to death in the worse way - clear strays with a led speeches rehearsing Alamos last day

dime bags and fold tags - time sags and cold slag - grime flags and old hags - rhyme gags and bold brags = your rhymes,mime drags n molded commode rags

you're awful,
more squares than a 50's waffle,
break you like toothpicks n feed you a mouthfull,

leggo my eggo like parche negro seen ur pedro - promised to sign cabasa hunters red dots for your skull salsa
ripped sides like a whip dries,
from last cries,
of fallen transvested crosseyes ,

flipped lives n ship from dripped skies,
sell ors' grab ye mast" n skip ur mates sighs,
frying you up like frog leg thighs,
at campfire-you remain dying begs time
on site your distain crying the list of craig designs

insight more daylite from your neck vain, stained the prying's neglecteds enzymes
for delightin nside numb oral raincheck games, contained your remains- relying to carni objected hick rhymes

You may know rock and metal, but you cant forge a rap
I dont need a swing like Tyson in order to knock you back
Claiming i had the bad hand, yet i still have all the chips
This man claims interest in p***y, hides his love for d***s
Stick to the love lyrics, dont act like rap is your thing
You float like a butterfly, but you aint got no sting
Not saying your bad, but your lacking consistency
Your last 16 bars were your first sign of efficiency

Originally Posted by sirfolsom

you're awful,
more squares than a 50's waffle,
break you like toothpicks n feed you a mouthfull,

leggo my eggo like parche negro seen ur pedro - promised to sign cabasa hunters red dots for your skull salsa
ripped sides like a whip dries,
from last cries,
of fallen transvested crosseyes ,

flipped lives n ship from dripped skies,
sell ors' grab ye mast" n skip ur mates sighs,
frying you up like frog leg thighs,
at campfire-you remain dying begs time
on site your distain crying the list of craig designs

insight more daylite from your neck vain, stained the prying's neglecteds enzymes
for delightin nside numb oral raincheck games, contained your remains- relying to carni objected hick rhymes

*** are you saying

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, ****, hold up, wait. Hang on wait **** I said hold up a minute....

I'm in the wrong mindset cuz I ain't even signed yet
I rip ya ****in' vocal cords through yo eye sockets
Steal your fake Folex try to turna profit
Put your eyeballs back in and ask why you isn't blind yet

Don't you get it? I have a lotta drugs in me
Walk up to your girlfriend and remember she made love to me
Killed our unborn son and then fight you over custody
I'm on too many meds so you really shouldn't **** with me

Some people were born to be stars
I was born in a trailer and denied a head start
Got dropped on my head the second life starts
And still make you look stupid like a ****in' retard
Dang, my brain hurts, I've been thinkin' too hard

How's a fella like you approach a fella like me
Read over my **** and take it personally
When I don't even read your raps, I only write for attention
I've had one success in life, in case I forgot to mention
Someone on here once called me a liar
I hacked their IP tracked 'em down and settin' their ****in' house on fire
After I broke into their medicine cabinet and stole everything expired
Washed it down with some Syrup and Boone's farm that was on fire
I call it liquid flame... How the **** can I lose now, I ain't even spit game

I can't relax, haven't a friend in this world
Plus my girlfriend hates me I think she tried to kill me
Cuz my car's breaks cuts and she parked up on a hill B
It's simple what women is a man that is successful
Who gives them all the time even when it's stressful
Oh **** it too much work gimmie the pencil
No not to write a lyric but so I can ****in' stencil
The outline of my body once I die on the potty dunkin' deuces and smokin' weed
Two weeks til they find the body, yes in****indeed
****

Originally Posted by Mike SungJi Baik

*** are you saying

Better check what you're saying though. Sir Folsom's got some really smart lines. I consider him a challenge and I've got over 12 years of experience in this. What have you got Mike? If you know battle rap, show us all what you can do.

I aint dissing timid critics coz I'm busy bringing lyrics..
and I only swing to hit it if the skill's equipped for killing..
I've been kindof inspired by some lines of sir folsom's,
and I know the word's worth like I only serve authors.
If you have to ask what dude's saying.. you'd lose to him.
truthful scripts- I move to win but I aint need to prove a thing.
I'm in this to spar with some worthy opponents-
coz timid little critics don't deserve the exposure.
you'd best come equipped with vivid lyrics if we clash.
..just spit sick and I'll give you that feed-back.
I'm saying.. real recognise real so I battle equals..
holmes- I aint even need to break it down if the 'manner's feeble.
I know this script's going over the heads of some..
but I'm the damocles of this new era- you'd better duck.

Originally Posted by RickeyJoe

LAUGHING MY *** OFF
ROLLING ON THE FLOOR
NOW IT'S TIME TO BLAST OFF
NOW IT'S TIME FOR WAR
I never run out of rhymes
I've always got more
I've written a million lines
And got a million more in store...

Hey, yo quickill, who the **** you talkin' to?
You think ya ****'s ill, well it aint awesome dude
And if I wanted any lip off of you
I'd get it off my fly
You got a bad attitude
But that's okay 'cause so do I
I'll throw it back at you
And watch you mumble and cry
And oh my, who the hell is this SBU?
Looks like we gots a problem
Yes we do
But I'm known to solve 'em
So if you wanna get testy too
I'll rip ya apart like I have every opponent that's faced me
So don't be so hasty
In ya attempts to oust me, nothin' erks me
Because adversity only tends to make me
Thirsty
I'm ill and I'm real
And thus hatters curse me
I show skill when I spill
And make wanna be emcees get on they knees
And scream, "We're not worthy!"
But I got no mercy
And nothin' hurts me
I'm a seasoned vet
I even get
Much respect
Where I'm at
I'm a lyrical miracle and every time I share a rap
All the sudden a dozen hoes are there to clap
Don't be mad just because ya caint bear the facts!

if you'd "written a million lines", you'd be skilled with the rhymes..
but you'd get more respect by admitting the lies so the lyrics apply.
you've "got a million more"..? I aint got any stored...
it's fresh and aint been said before so bet that I'm progressing more.
you're flawed and fall short.. rickyjoe..
you couldn't even reach my heights on your tippytoes.
rickyjoe.. you're silly bro.. simply know this lyric's dope..
a little kid's witnessing the sickest pro's linguistic flows.
I'll kill him slow if it's 'Torture' like Meth' said..
or I'll just let him kill himself slow like a meth head.
he's really asking "who the hell this _SBU is"..?
I'd make jay-z seem lazy with my deadly blueprints.
at least this 'cee seems to see that he "gots a problem"..
I'm a modern god and monster- gots a lot but not a conscience.
this is flow.. rickyjoe is melting quick like pissy snow.
rickyjoe is sissy so he sits alone in frilly clothes.
if you think your script is original.. "lyrical miracle".
rick's still despicable.. this skill's the pinnacle.