The Reason Cipher

SiriuslyHiii · October 2010

<< By far the realist, and illest to type out sentences.

P. Town · October 2010

numbaz...80's baby wrote: »

just like hip hop, niggaz fuckin up tha cypher's regs
type to type but didnt read tha rules of tha thread
you supposed to rhyme wit tha last two bars you read
but time afta time dudes leavin tha audience mislead
instead, imma bring it back to tha way it's supposed to
cuz tha game is fucked cut like coke used.

you won't meet a nigga cola, armed with hammers
don't need no bakin soda, dark with no lantern
pacin myself play with tha spades I was delt
so I stay to myself pray for my health
cuz they prey on yo wealth

SURPRISE! I'm at your base in the stealth
I pop up, c4 blow your block up, another case on my belt
Extort a bitch and her exscort, eliminate chances of marraige
Somethin tickin upstairs, Shhhhhhh, check under tha baby carriage
Drivin the opposite way of hell with a kilo and a crippled dream
Took the clip out heater, charges of murder with a triple beam
Tear your favorite rapper's cd in half, make proof of niggas tellin half truths
I laugh through deadly situations, cremate a nation when I touch that booth

SiriuslyHiii · October 2010

ptown snapped.

icame4wo · October 2010

thedesolateone wrote: »

i saw the battles and posted too i was thinking about jumpin in but im not that familiar

horizontallybody slam you throw a window
there is no end though
i'll have you disappear into thin air
like the smoke from indo
when the wind blow
do you want to battle? better say n-o
you cornier than a conversation between drake and jay leno
i'm grimier than any place in the N.O.
yo, before we go check my m.o.
before i f@ck over you (pause) no nympho
what you aint get the memo?
you aint hear ms. info?
even mark prince know i put 22 inch rims on the pinto
in a rental smokin' till i look oriental
hit the casino, roll the dice, and then i win doe

thedesolateone · October 2010

ptowndonte wrote: »

SURPRISE! I'm at your base in the stealth
I pop up, c4 blow your block up, another case on my belt
Extort a bitch and her exscort, eliminate chances of marraige
Somethin tickin upstairs, Shhhhhhh, check under tha baby carriage
Drivin the opposite way of hell with a kilo and a crippled dream
Took the clip out heater, charges of murder with a triple beam
Tear your favorite rapper's cd in half, make proof of niggas tellin half truths
I laugh through deadly situations, cremate a nation when I touch that booth

load ammo in full camo in sandals coming on a camel
be dismantled from the plutonium bombs that i handle
so dont try to hold a candle to the train of thought
leave blood and guts on the wall like a vandal
my technique is macro to your nano you dont belong on the same panel
you will be waking up dead without pajamas thats flanel
im flame retardant drinking 100 proof
only get hard-ons when i blow the roof

tbone 11 · October 2010

ill do it B-I-G, so gimme the loot
we can go to war, im the number 1 troop
my mind is like an intriquite spider web
put the victim on the stove, proceed to fry the head
run over people on the street until my tires red
live the good life now but you can expire dead
i smoke blue weed, running thru trees
cock back the bomb, go deep like Drew Brees

thedesolateone · October 2010

icame4wo wrote: »

horizontallybody slam you throw a window
there is no end though
i'll have you disappear into thin air
like the smoke from indo
when the wind blow
do you want to battle? better say n-o
you cornier than a conversation between drake and jay leno
i'm grimier than any place in the N.O.
yo, before we go check my m.o.
before i f@ck over you (pause) no nympho
what you aint get the memo?
you aint hear ms. info?
even mark prince know i put 22 inch rims on the pinto
in a rental smokin' till i look oriental
hit the casino, roll the dice, and then i win doe

if i battle youll be doing a backwards lateral
that will leave your bones fractured even if you barrel roll
not talking metaphysical but actual you dont wanna die unnatural
so be easy and just take some aderol cause youll get ate like your moms casserol
be on your ass like a hemorroid not just the weed that got you paranoid
when you look through the peephole i'll be at your door in a black hoodie
the grim reaper you cant avoid shotgun blast! blow the door off your place
shotgun blast! blow your brains on your face
shotgun blast! blow your face all over the place
when im done csi cant identify your race

P. Town · October 2010

thedesolateone wrote: »

load ammo in full camo in sandals coming on a camel
be dismantled from the plutonium bombs that i handle
so dont try to hold a candle to the train of thought
leave blood and guts on the wall like a vandal
my technique is macro to your nano you dont belong on the same panel
you will be waking up dead without pajamas thats flanel
im flame retardant drinking 100 proof
only get hard-ons when i blow the roof

2 trained kamikazes on the roof
Ready for war, apply machetes to doors
On the outside breakin in, make confetti of you and yours
I leave your body weak, stone cold stunner
Cock back, click BOOM!, rest in peace to the roof, create home grown clutter
Bulletproof heart, take your best shot, turn fist fights to chest shots
Learned to cook up the product, nigga more coke, less pots
My mama taught me how to cook, full course, appetizin
So its not surprisin, that with the stove I expand my horizon

icame4wo · October 2010

ptowndonte wrote: »

SURPRISE! I'm at your base in the stealth
I pop up, c4 blow your block up, another case on my belt
Extort a bitch and her exscort, eliminate chances of marraige
Somethin tickin upstairs, Shhhhhhh, check under tha baby carriage
Drivin the opposite way of hell with a kilo and a crippled dream
Took the clip out heater, charges of murder with a triple beam
Tear your favorite rapper's cd in half, make proof of niggas tellin half truths
I laugh through deadly situations, cremate a nation when I touch that booth

when I touch that booth
rhymes like a gun and knife
go tell your troops the truth
spit bullets like a deuce deuce
yet tongue sharper than a suit worn by Bruce Bruce
drink a goo juice, then flow through the blue tooth
hard enough to make that b1tch Zeus call a 2 day truce
today, right here is where it ends troop
thunn you know i'll end you to
you and friends through

thedesolateone · October 2010

ptowndonte wrote: »

2 trained kamikazes on the roof
Ready for war, apply machetes to doors
On the outside breakin in, make confetti of you and yours
I leave your body weak, stone cold stunner
Cock back, click BOOM!, rest in peace to the roof, create home grown clutter
Bulletproof heart, take your best shot, turn fist fights to chest shots
Learned to cook up the product, nigga more coke, less pots
My mama taught me how to cook, full course, appetizin
So its not surprisin, that with the stove I expand my horizon

your horizons will never expand
cause the shots that richochet and clang! like pots and pans
wont never see the sun again
and ill be on the run again
because of the condition that i will leave your stomachin
bubbling not rumblin im sicker than your suicidal pycho bitch mom that taught you to cook and suck dick
only reason your kamikaze is your sad upbringing
boasting your a stone cold stunner and still not blinging
always been pissed at the world and your still angry
mad at yourself cause the perfect picture im painting
sure you ready for war?
but youll just die quicker
no witnesses
people will be thinking you just fainted
im real heinous
but ether in a syringe i inject is practically painless
this will only hurt a bit

P. Town · October 2010

icame4wo wrote: »

when I touch that booth
rhymes like a gun and knife
go tell your troops the truth
spit bullets like a deuce deuce
yet tongue sharper than a suit worn by Bruce Bruce
drink a goo juice, then flow through the blue tooth
hard enough to make that b1tch Zeus call a 2 day truce
today, right here is where it ends troop
thunn you know i'll end you to
you and friends through

You just another nigga the .22 gon have to bend through
I out last every outcast on the strength of what me and my gun been through
Produce a gang of demons, travel to hell, came in a bitch with flamin semen
Sold a little cocaine even, got the hint that Kurt Cobain was creepin
You fail at makin bail out my wrath so leave the streets
I excel, combine heaven hell, upgraded to a stolen jesus piece
I'll teach my son how to kill before he learn how to walk,
So before he ends up lined out in chalk, he blinds mouths with the hawk

icame4wo · October 2010

thedesolateone wrote: »

if i battle youll be doing a backwards lateral
that will leave your bones fractured even if you barrel roll
not talking metaphysical but actual you dont wanna die unnatural
so be easy and just take some aderol cause youll get ate like your moms casserol
be on your ass like a hemorroid not just the weed that got you paranoid
when you look through the peephole i'll be at your door in a black hoodie
the grim reaper you cant avoid shotgun blast! blow the door off your place
shotgun blast! blow your brains on your face
shotgun blast! blow your face all over the place
when im done csi cant identify your race

i perform physical physics calisthenics in Cali clinics
you tried, that's why your limbs was bent
i never been injured you ignorant b1tch
leave your lateral collateral ligament ripped
lyrically i put up collateral to buy while you rent
while you on the sidelines cryin' as you sit

thedesolateone · October 2010

icame4wo wrote: »

i perform physical physics calisthenics in Cali clinics
you tried, that's why your limbs was bent
i never been injured you ignorant b1tch
leave your lateral collateral ligament ripped
lyrically i put up collateral to buy while you rent
while you on the sidelines cryin' as you sit

i leave you sitting on the sidelines crying
cause you was caught lying bout shit that you buying
trip through my subconcious is like diamond mining
attracted your mother with objects thats shiny
so you might be mine
cause i christianed her hymen
twisted her ligaments like licorice
smoked that pussy with my cigar
then smoked a cigarette
go figure it my flows too vigorous

icame4wo · October 2010

imILL wrote: »

Whats this whack verbiage, of failed rhymes, creating eye disturbance?
Those lines are so off, its obvious your writing skills been imperfect.
Go home, wash your hands with bleach and disinfecting detergent,
All that bullshit that you typing, made the Cipher smell worsen.
I'd disconnect you, then hit you with your own key board,
Nail your sisters Pig tails to your back, Your new name is Eeyore.
You'll look eager, for Halloween to inch near,
Not to ask for candy, but for more imitations to re-appear.
Son stop making word A, match with word B,
You say your grimy, but thats only cause your shirt is dirty/
Probably because you breath stinks, and bars are worse ..
Since the truth do hurt, just log off and go lurk .

dawg you not ILL in any sense
but you probably sick with syphilis
your weak a$$ sentences
should be used by Dr. Seuss apprentices
where the witnesses?
who want to see me rip this kid??
i'm the dead beat dad to your sister's kids!
she used to call me Mr. Biggs

go change your name from im ILLto Amil
i'll drop a rock on you, since you lack rap skills
i dont rhyme A with B
but my C D is really ILL call it HIV
you can check the biography of me
featured on A + E

icame4wo · October 2010

thedesolateone wrote: »

i leave you sitting on the sidelines crying
cause you was caught lying bout shit that you buying
trip through my subconcious is like diamond mining
attracted your mother with objects thats shiny
so you might be mine
cause i christianed her hymen
twisted her ligaments like licorice
smoked that pussy with my cigar
then smoked a cigarette

a cigarette?
no homes you was gettin wet
may i suggest nicorette?
you was hallucinating the whole time
and went crazy like nikola tes

The Smooth One · October 2010

thedesolateone wrote: »

its true i fit my fist in to the wrist
your mother said she feel like shes split

...Cuz we been doin everything from spread eagle to egret
And when she queefs it sounded sorta like a sneeze or some
Wheezin, jesusss, followed by heavy breathin
Followed by the Boys givin it to her, Heavy D shit.

...

Fuck the rules, I'm medically sick, and never seen with
A seven or less, you're on your eleventeenth six
Most of my bitches or ABs, that's a basic rhyme scheme
And I'm just clownin, I ain't even ya face, cuz my thing is,
You ain't necessarily got to be special
To hop your ass on that short bus here and leave special
But you deserve 3 medals, for all that swimmin you do
Cuz all the women you screw are below C-level.

icame4wo · October 2010

the desolate smooth one running trains on visions now??
wow, you must have watched too much television child
i'm spittin wild, you hittin how?
why you gettin loud like a crowd?
you talkin and sayin nothing
you bluffin
you (thedesolateone) and your husband (The Smooth One) softer than a teddy ruxpin
he smooth cause this dude soak in KY lube
thedesolateone emptied the entire tube onto his man boobs

i'm embarrassed that i lyrically man handled you faggits
the only train you ran was diddy's caboose all the way to paris

runningwolf1980 · October 2010

im a deadstock coppa/an og rocka/got kicks from tha era of big poppa/4 bedroom home 2 of those closets/young fresh err day i floss it....

C.Melendez · October 2010

The Smooth One wrote: »

...Cuz we been doin everything from spread eagle to egret
And when she queefs it sounded sorta like a sneeze or some
Wheezin, jesusss, followed by heavy breathin
Followed by the Boys givin it to her, Heavy D shit....

Fuck the rules, I'm medically sick, and never seen with
A seven or less, you're on your eleventeenth six
Most of my bitches or ABs, that's a basic rhyme scheme
And I'm just clownin, I ain't even ya face, cuz my thing is,
You ain't necessarily got to be special
To hop your ass on that short bus here and leave special
But you deserve 3 medals, for all that swimmin you do
Cuz all the women you screw are below C-level.

Cowards usually do run when they see metal
Im from and island..toss em in the ocean...who need shovels?
My block a living hell..yes we breed devils
You welcome to join us in play, but precede careful
back to that Heavy D shit..I keep heavy Pieces
u know heavy defense weapons that'll cause heavy leakage
Make your heart beat *Terrapin* slow...no Greivis (Vasquez)
Randomly stomped a nigga out...no reason
Got beef ...get charred and grilled *plain and simple* *No season*

C.Melendez · October 2010

runningwolf1980 wrote: »

im a deadstock coppa/an og rocka/got kicks from tha era of big poppa/4 bedroom home 2 of those closets/young fresh err day i floss it....

The nerves of them saying ce jota loss it
make me bring them toys out on my santa claus shit
tell mami I can make it *rain dear* ...yeah I love those *dancers*
same club a nigga go get maimed here give him the antlers
Test me if u want a few bullets is my answer
tiger hearted niggas wind up missing...Woodrow Danztler

#1 pick · October 2010

icame4wo wrote: »

i perform physical physics calisthenics in Cali clinics
you tried, that's why your limbs was bent
i never been injured you ignorant b1tch
leave your lateral collateral ligament ripped
lyrically i put up collateral to buy while you rent
while you on the sidelines cryin' as you sit

That's hard. I might have to bite that.

P. Town · October 2010

C.Melendez wrote: »

The nerves of them saying ce jota loss it
make me bring them toys out on my santa claus shit
tell mami I can make it *rain dear* ...yeah I love those *dancers*
same club a nigga go get maimed here give him the antlers
Test me if u want a few bullets is my answer
tiger hearted niggas wind up missing...Woodrow Danztler

Substract existance of your last stanza, bullets build proffesions for dancers,
Life is a bitch and I can't stand her, my rage makes doctors appreciate cancer
You got two choices, its either get killed or get killed,
The different is my bullet's wind chill, cock back, Wilkins windmill
Unlock your brain, inject cocaine and proceed with the proper aim
I got a force that can stop the rain, blow up vans at your son's soccer game
Dismantle the arms of those who proceed to jock my name
Run up on the loyal supporters, flatline the ink of their doctor's name

khi_kobane · October 2010

first off, i'll slap a hater lips off, by any means/never catch me wit a man purse, hoodie and skinny jeans
born in 1980, came up in the 90's/wit real music...this shit i'm hearin' now it makes me dry heave

runningwolf1980 · October 2010

khi_kobane wrote: »

first off, i'll slap a hater lips off, by any means/never catch me wit a man purse, hoodie and skinny jeans
born in 1980, came up in the 90's/wit real music...this shit i'm hearin' now it makes me dry heave

till i spit up vomit color/autum leaves/im too hot/ winter no sleves/so cold in the summer/straight sun/no screen

numbaz...80's baby · October 2010

runningwolf1980 wrote: »

till i spit up vomit color/autum leaves/im too hot/ winter no sleves/so cold in the summer/straight sun/no screen

Make you and yo folk lean/ shit gettin thick like codein/
leave ya wit no heart in the park bench, no swings/
make ya twitch like a J wit tha K L...M...N's....so street/
You promised you would neva hit me Jodi/ No Rings/GOAT king/

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