This started as a random line conjured while showerin', i liked it so much, it became my facebook status, then a full fledged "freestyle" well, i'd like it to be a cipher, so feel free to input
Verse 1: Hannibal aka Lyrical Laureate
Any challenge made or listed we honor
then I’m beatin’ chicks, how CHRIS did Rhianna
it’s abuse –man- you’ll miss a tooth
u cudnt touch me wit a swift masseuse //
claim u a SLUGGER, u aint mister RUTH
I be wit the BABEs, a lime, and a twist of goose//
oops, ( I mean) grey goose and a twist of lime
I spit the truth and it flips your mind//
lay down the Traps, and u Saps trip the mines
forget writin’, u should rip ur rhymes
-Tear ya scrolls, I don’t fear you foes
fit in ya shoes, who wud wanna wear ya soles?
You a SHOOK poet, SHAKESpeare, I Hear ya prose
I’mma bubble from the ground like Aerosoles//
-Ascendin’ fast, but nowhere near my goals
Intervene.. I wont just STEP ON, imma smear ya toes//
Sooo, yea.. most of you i tagged for a reason.. i either want u to read it, or contribute...
[edit] 1.13.09
Verse 2: Andrew 'Phever' Case
You smear toes, suckas bow to my adrenaline
and elbows, leave tough guys feminine
Who his him - Call me P-H Ali
Rumble through ya jungle no Rambo on me
I bob an weave, wit the greatest of ease
swift jabs in my vocab, no scrapes on he
On 3, -emcees take heed
Everything I talk about - I breathe - I bleed
Nigga please..
You ain't harder than me
I gotta diamond personality on a Teflon sleeve
Flow harder than levee water against the banks of Orleans
No malice or disrespect I'm just hopin yall see
I ain't budgin'
I'm ya virgin cousin on her period - nah you ain't fuckin
wit' a favorite-up on his latest
this rap shit is a game I should nickname it VEGAS...
Verse 3: Jonah aka K Dash
you must've heard that i'm nice burnin a mic
flip ya world upside down chris brown turn into ike//
no bitch in me, a virginal dike
the heavyweight rapper is back on a track its return of the mike// -
tyson, or better yet i'll settle for dyson (michael eric dyson)
a lyrical street fighter better than Ken or M bison//
better be nice when, steppin to write
cuz from my level i can't even SPEAK WORDS, i just set em in flight//
RELEASE VERBS, and predicates like a teacher
be sure he more elegant than a mink fur//
think for himself, individual style -- not swagga
cuz swagga's for kids and pop actors//
its been a while since, i been astounded
i sit around with a frown when i listen now, its//
ridiculous how this, position of crown shifts
these days they give a deal based on hits on ya soundclick//
myspace millionaires and i aint hatin but
i could take a dump and sell it nobody would say it sucks//
so when i say i'm just better
i dont even have to prove a word to make it so
i just turn on the radio
Verse 4: Dion 'Arsenix' Castillo
it's funny how dudes think they hot and got the streets going crazy /
when their delivery's all wrong like a breech born baby /
maybe they ass backwards got it all reversed /
I'll wade through this talent pool, jump in feet first /
I could drop one line and outshine a weak verse /
and do it again and again like there's a need to rehearse /
it's practice, and so funny how easy the math is /
add up all the emcees,divide em by me, and you'll see they're (their) average /
I'ma savage, a beast, a track master cannibal /
escaping societies traps, I'm no black captured animal /
my president is black, but I'm still a target /
if I'm thrown in jail, will he grant me a pardon /
I know that man can't solve all our damn problems /
but I know he'll solve what he can while he's in office /
Sorry I had to black out, gimme a minute, I'll come around /
how smart am I, if they still say I'm too smart when I'm dumbing down?
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further ciphers... on facebook included... the following respectively:
ReplyDeleteArthur Bernier aka A-Burna
any threat this fool might declare / get him a chest wit a foot and a eye wit tears// hi my dear ... i was talking to my swag, GIMME DAT / go back to fitted caps and and kitty raps/ im sittin back on top/ you drop and you bow, my regime my crown im here they frown/awww tuffen up im tired beatin dese bitches up WALL TO WALL / EXCLUSIVE lines i spit more they often fall/ on DEF-JAMed up ears its DISTURBIng their discerning capabilities/ they wanna take me down but cant get rid a me / basically i just to lyricaly swift ....... submit
I replied/added, generically at first
ReplyDeleteHannibal aka Lyrical Laureate:
"no GIVING IN, no SUBMISSION,unless its ya drafted petition/ tryna rid him, ya best jabs wont hit em// and i'll pit em, against they own friends/ u wud think i was maniacal how i OWN chins/ dont gotta brag about how i bone tens/ pluck chickens' feathers- both chicks and grown hens// .."
then i got into sumthin a lil mo real
"...these artists be carbon copies, its like they cloned them/ hip hop is in critical, (the) outlook has grown grim// here to save the day the hero has flown in/ got the cape, the emblem, and the mic is sown in// son'n these kiddos, adolescent grown men/ im sure yall dont got it all, like a home gym// ..you DUM-Bells, some hate and Some JEAL'-ous/ ... Read Moreaint gotta problem wit bitin'.. ,that, com-pelled Chris// so swing.. gnaw.. claw.., try to bruise/ if the ruger dont work, try the uze//(yea right) imma help you out, imma try to lose/but i steam up THE APPLE kinda like cider brews//"
after dion contributed his verse, which is posted as verse 4... i was inspired by his cipher contribution, so i continued of his rhyme scheme 'dumbing down', and started:
ReplyDeleteHannibal aka Lyrical laureate:
"Dukes vie'n for a crumbling crown
stumbling now, what they utter nuthin more than grumbling growls//...
fumblin' shall/ be the fate of heathen snakes
who try to possess the torch, leave our game in grieving state//
i'd put my life down, for allegiance' sake
u should put the mic down, please embrace
the true essence of rap, breathe -intake..
take a minute, think for five, and leave in eight//
stop me?, im like rock-y, wen hes in shape
my BARs BOA constictors squeezin snakes//
we need a sav-ior, believin faith..
will shield us from ha-ters, throwin salt for seasoned taste//
so they could BITE,
off more than they can chew, leavin waste//
feel thunderous quake of the gods, heave and shake
its much to fear, wit me and and my musketeers
point our muskets where, you puppets cause ruckus , yea
perpetratin that u as rich as buffett's heir
thus its clear, you a threat, the comin of justice' near//"
My homie, Danny Fernandez aka Haze followed with:
ReplyDeleteI spit ill on a track cuz the flow's diseased
Never fooled by a chick, i study a broad like im overseas
They call me Haze but i aint into blowin trees
Sick with the poetry, chain hang below the knees
Currently in Philly, but I represent the BX... Read More
Everyday I see checks, rockin Nikes and a 3X
Ya niggas still fuckin with them sleezy hoes
While I enjoy free lunch, discussin with them CEO's
Tellin me live and direct, I'm the next on the come up
Drivin past in the whip, you on the corner with ya thumb up
You can't reach my level, no matter how much you escalate
Levitate, you featherweight, up here you can't even respirate
The pressure's great, messin with me's a test of fate
On a scale of one to ten, you less than great, hit you in the chest with eight
Police had to investigate, you made the news tho the press was late
No arrest was made, they can't even guess who sprayed
i followed that rhyme scheme he left off with...
ReplyDeleteHannibal aka Lyrical Laureate
gosh haze, look at the mess you made
get rid of dudes, then start on their nephew's grave//
the nerve of us, we detest you..
beef?, we'll serve it up, if its death you crave//
gettin hair on ya chest/ i suggest you shave... Read More
cuz we arrive, they'll be nothing but a prayer on ya breath//
you got a right hand man, but we're on ya left
give you a nudge of a cliff, have you smear on ya guest//
Dion Castillo aka Arsenix blessed again with:
ReplyDeletedamn, wack rappers make me wanna throw up /
jive turkeys, talking bologna, I call em cold cuts /
me? I got the glow, bruce leroy, sho'nuff / ... Read More
best believe a venue's shut down if I show up /
so What? I stepped out on rap, it's still my first love /
and my lines are something you remember, like ya first nut /
any emcee against me? Damn tough luck /
it's like career suicide, niggaz done fucked up /
why rap? why should i entertain these lames /
when they don't even have status on they're facebook page /
I'm getting a little too old to play these games /
I get money, i'll let you barack niggas pray for change /
you know me, I never been heavy on punchlines /
but bet ya last dollar that I'm steady in crunch time /
like Kobe Bryant, 61 at the Garden /
but I'm more well rounded, I'm 2 days later Lebron'in /
Jonah Charles aka K Dash followed up with:
ReplyDeletemy addiction -- rhymes, beats and flyer diction
but i'm convinced in beleiven you heathens desire fiction//
I Am the most scandalous -- I Am Nixon... Read More
I am sicknin - cancerous with a bit of a virus mixed in//
Contagous flow i spit and the rage explodes -- Gotta
anger in me like KKK for O -- Bama//
I'm no Drama or Kay SLay to name a little
But when i play a record i feel i should change in the middle//
So I switch it up every time my pitch is up
i give a bunt or a home run if i give a shit enough//
half of the time i'm just practicing rhymes
and happen to find passion at times that passes my mind //
flashes through spine passages, finds a path to my pencil
and damages everything with what was trapped in my mental//
so i'm professor X with letters
I'm the best of all time no question EVER
Dante Powell closed out visciously with:
ReplyDeleteI can feel it coming in the air tonight...
Drownin in the pool of despair, but prepared to fight....
Dont wanna die, no baby, I aint scared of life...
Wrong as I'm livin, am I scared of right...
Givin all I got, not quite, but pretending to do so... Read More
Giving up, not either, but too close,
Some peoples jewels froze...shining, and inset within fools gold
Wakin up from these dreams, where my snooze go?
But I go hard, check my resume, dissecting a fraud
Is second nature, first's injectin ya broad,
Is you testin me, dawg? - I aint think so, you step to me hard,
You better hope my trajectory off...
But the aim is sick, the type of flow that I done came in with
Lead the team, while you lames is benched,
So I do this for fun, find a southern rapper root in the slums,
Who could do this, I bet I tutored him, son.
Then my crew got deep,
Play some D, come on,
Who got me?
This Hov's skill set, you got Bleek's...