Cypher: Skriv så rått du kan! Engelska - Minst 8 bars

Ill eat you girl/
destroy your entire world/
she leaves you for me/
they all does you see/
so slick with a thick dick to put in you chick/
and a stamina thats sick/
they all love dollars and shit/
thats why i always be controlling the bitch/
Sitting on top of the world just me and your girl/

Think ya got skill??!

You ain´t Al "Sharp", dun! /Al Sharpton, (wordplay on the name Al sharpton, the reverend).

Like tha reverend!
Forget Ol´ Will!    (metaphor:Will smith: I am legend)
I AM, MUTHAPHUCCIN LEGEND!!
I´m a,  "came-up, hangin-on-tha-corners-ass-nigga!
Duckin po-po, and frame-ups,
you´s a CORNY ass nigga!!
For tha longest, I BEEN got my game up,
Perculating, how ya figure??
Ya´ll just STAY perpertratin!
I´m in tha basement, like Tigga!
N´ phucc ya wannabe Don Megas!
This nigga bigga, like Giga!!     (megabite, gigabite...ya´ll get it).
Lyrically, I´m on sum wiii shit!
Ya´ll STILL phuccin with Sega!!!

Killed it.

 

wft you talking about you know all these people?
you should be drowning in piss after i fucked you moms clitoris
trying to make 50 bars, without one mistake, oops i forgot your a big fake.
fuck these wack mc´s my flow's to sick for you, whigga please
get down on your fucking knees and pray cuz im your god.

PEACE OUT!

I kill you with my barehands ain't  no use for guns
break all the bones in your body, no time for clowns
Rape your pregnant sister, drown her baby with my sperm
Cut her tits of and fill em up with worms
Choke your mother pushing my dick down her throat
Watch her in the eyes as she dies, I take all her hopes
And I ain't even close to finished jet, your dad and brother is still alive
I make them fuck eachother before your brother has to die
Give your dad a hammer make him crush his own sons skull
lift him up in his ribs let him fly like a sea gull
then I make him eat his own shit until all his womits has realesed
Shoot him in the head, now I'm at peace.

peace n love

ou wrote your disses to me with your fucking laptop
I heard tiny words from a tiny man, damn, stop!
Why do you try to parrie punches you can't block?
You send me to Thailand, but I send back a bangcock!
Dropping it like Shazaam's "Got damn"
while Batman does a lapdance?
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I don't know what it means but I don't give a shit
Just spin that shit while I rip that shit

.....Suger på engelska.

Im too fucked up by eating your soul
the only thing I know is that I shouldnt haven taken it all
I ripp'd the guts outta your mother
and slice'd her throat and tied up your brother
now your father is like "what the hell?!"
im like "are you blind, can't you tell!?"
Your whole family is about to be dead
it's impossible to ressist, why don't you just lie down and die on the fuck bed
Oh I forgot your tied-up brother next to your mother
ehm, fuck it, he can die of hunger
I don't bother... anymore, im full of souls.  //SoulEater.

haha, aldrig droppat på engelska be4.

I step in forum, rip down server to expel you fake punks!!!//
All you pussy can call me daddy!, am take you out to lunch//
Wine and dine yah!, Take yah minds and rewind yah//
reprogram the hole set!!!
cause mass propaganda conquer the internet//
Call me Mohammed am your Hip-Hop prophet//
Wont name call, you all to small for me to acknowledge!//
I spit real freestyles and you pay homage!
Killer mentality Tragedy is mental state behind the gun//
But I got gold badges in being marksman
So really want it one on one!?!

What the buggery!!?
I´m utterly butterly,
I spit so gutterly!
You´re just another,
utter,
nutter!
I´m  deep like skull duggery!
You heard me, Kirby!
I KNOW I didn´t stutter!
So whuz´ good?
U think you out the woods?
I´m like Tiger, goin psycho!
When I kill ya with a putter!!  (Tiger Woods).
U talkin mad ill,
tryina get yaself killed!
But I can´t be bothered!
You on sum I-don´t-wanna-live shit??
Well, let´s get this shit started!
Verily,
ain´t no escapin´ narrowly!
You upper n´ lower body,
will be departed, DEARLY!! (dearly departed).
So tell yer mutha,
and ya fatha!
Like Camp Grenada!
You won´t be cummin home ta nite!
I´m on sum mob shit!
I bring tha whole briggotta!!!

Now, I ain´t sayin I killed it...I just compromised the life span of this thread.
Phucc it..yeah, I KILLED IT again!

You may compressed life span, but yah didn’t add enough attack//
Now all you real producers out there, feel dat//
Point five got levels in check//(check)!
You at my level pipsqueak?? uh, ah...not yet/(yet)
Point5 real street, I put madness in beef like cow disease/

again whack rappers are out to no good//
fine be predominantly stereotype I’m a be the tiger hood
talking about you sound so ””butterly””
you need a enhance in vocabulary,

i think you got Hip-hop misunderstood//
Cuz this form aint got time for your burnt out skills//
we need to move forward harder and faster,

am apply the wheels//
When I verbally combust leave blood sucking Mc to dust/
pounding so hard on you till you  brake throw the earths crust/
autopsy reports.. states
" rapper died of massive overdose of Point five debates"/

I’m hear to confiscate rhyme books and liberate real from fake"

Then take you subordinates and coordinate and change!!! Hip-Hop..

Am on mission, for me myself and you!

((So goanna use this verse on a track))

Svar till PointFiveShiznit för att göra det lite roligt.. =D

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I'm the guy in nightmares who take away peoples hope
can't stand reading your lyrics the shit gotta revoke
you're the type of guy that ends up hanging in a rope
if your blood was heroin you still wouldn't be dope
you're a piece of shit like my dogs poop bag
taking shoots at you 'cuz you're to stupid too shoot back
sounds like you're "The White Fresh Prince In Bel-Air"
my lyrics makes me literally literary best since Voltaire
if there's anyone better than this try to convince me
cuz I'm before my time just like Leonardo Da Vinci

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Blev ganska långa rader men skulle nog funka att flowa på.

Your hole rap battle Jeppehehe is nothing but a racial slur
Speaking about me hanging you must be absurd
Am not shoot back?
p10, fifty first platoon military solider armed escort that’s "real fact"
Pussy have you ever really fired gun?
you couldn’t even take the kick back if I pull the trigga on my verbal assignation
Leonardo Da Vinci please man
beat you black and blue, even with all four yah arms legs and hands
Point five dirty down to the core of any song
So if yah dog drops shit like me, they must be real bombs, Word!
fresh prince is dope, I’m take a stance
Because hole whoa knows you the one doing Tom Jones Carlton dance
call me oracle I’m tell you what’s to come
open yah trap to me again am leave with bleeding gums
am clowning pussy don’t cry its all fun
ever one wants a cum at point five just like Jenna jameson


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Point five??!
This niggah more like five-o!
And I´mma ´bout tha hit this fool,
like mexicans do the lotto!
Oye! Bitch! You best to stay, quidado!
Try to stunt on sum front shit,
and get "likked" like elado!!
And if you got ice holmes,
I´mma shave it off, like snow cones!
You ain´t tha shizz-nit!
How you gone rip shit,
with them faggoty poems??!

Weak man aint feeling the heat//
i spit sonnets metaphors on my poetry/
So am bid all you weak mc adue, goes to figure//
one mc saying am hanging other referring to me as nigga/
Ok let set record straight//
update your fucking skills enough crap cliché//
You aint fooling me nor the readers//
i'm a Real Mc i do this live you hide in the bleachers//
"shave em off like snow cones"??
boy I’m grown! to old fucking nursery rhymes homes.//
But teacher will teach your untrained ears I’ll reach//
You need massive dose KRS one and Talib kwalie//
session it with Tribe called quest das effect before you step to me//
i mean why you rapping? why clowing your self?
junkie your just high on your self//
this form ment enhance lyrical ingenuity//
rudely you spit shit on it fluently//

Hip hop is appalled!! we trying move forward that’s all//

Your fucking 5-o holding back against the wall//

”i'm here murk ya'll” now aint that some shit//

Funny rappers are cool idiots like you.. ..man… just quit…

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I whipe my hands clean of you and this forum, its been fun.

"So am bid all you weak mc adue, goes to figure//"

Translation??? That shit ain´t even english.. "so am bid.."
The hell is that??

And if you gone quote me, get it right buddy!

And you said: "shave em off like snow cones"??
boy I’m grown! to old fucking nursery rhymes homes.//

And "Shave em off like snow cones", how was that a nursery rhyme???

Another one of your lines that didn´t make a whole lotta sense to me:

"Your fucking 5-o holding back against the wall//"

what are you tryina say? Whatever it is, you´re NOT sayin it..

And my first two bars had ya murked GOOD.

You didn´t have a single bar in yer whole verse that topped any of mine.

Point five??!    (personal on your name).
This niggah more like five-o!
And I´mma ´bout ta hit this fool,
like mexicans do the lotto!

This li´l rat done bit off a chunk a´ cheeze.
Too big for ´im to swallow!
N´ you flip.
Somin like blue tips,
cuz yer scripts be MAAD hollow!    (blue tips are hollow).
I´m a hard act to follow!
So quit sweatin me nigga!
Ayo my speech deep,

that´s why you ain´t gettin me nigga!

Yer rap is weak.
Shut yer trap, just peep,
knucklehead,you might learn sumthin!
Son, yo´ azz is grass!
and my duns be askin me to burn sumthin!!
An´ I´mma snatch somin,
if I can´t earn sumin!
Phucc it! I´mma jack sumin!
if I can´t turn sumin!
Into a quick flip.     (a quick profit)
I spit sikk shit!
Ready to mob on niguz!
on sum spick-shit!
I´m rollin deep,
my posse on sum thick shit!
So you can eat a dick, kid!
No doubt!
I rubb my gut, n´ you get rubbed out!
on sum vato-loco-clique shit!!!

You P.M.S'ing pussy?
cuz i see trails of da colour of Val delle Rose// <--(its a red wine
you looking something fears like wounded antelope//
No joke this feline aint no simba// <--- That’s a lion.
Point five a termite your da timber//
you classic case of mc trying stand with out a foundation//
am guide you know give you some orientation//
bitch am Bongo street dar es salaam//
you bacon and am apply more mustered then sadaam//
from bongo to Stockholm, the people know i spit//
even with dirty hoe me and syringe

you couldn’t make my dick itch.
But i dont see yah,and cant hear yah
and sure hell dont feel yah//
Nasty man wanting head from me? your a faggot type//
couldn’t get bitches even if he won a cock fight//
Not dum’ing down my rhymes for illiterate types//

Fuck you "Adue" is old English for farewell and good bye.

I´mma take YA´LL to tha pound!
Once I catch you an´ ya dawgs!
I likk a shot, pop a glock, 
n´ make ya pop ya cloggs!
A 5-footer, li´l poppa hot!
You can´t stop this, dawg!
Muthaphuccaz can´t pick it,
the way I lock this, dawg!!
I CAN, and WILL rip it,
you KNOW I got this, dawg!
And it´s sumin like cocain,
the way rock this raw!
I been hot for the longest,
since you were suckin ya mom´s chimmy-chongas!
It´s been  LONG wait,
n´ now I´m cummin out tha gate,
the strongest!
I got cavities in my teeth,
competition´s too sweet,
You get beat, like some congas!
N´ left  dead in tha street!!!






You tryina get in where ya fit in,
like phuccin cog!


An overzealous "tree hugger",
phuccin with trees, you lames phuccin with logs!
 

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Im your worst nightmear 
so you better show fear
cuz Im right there and slize ur truoght with a can opener
so run run but u know Ill find u
jump down from a tree with a flashlight and blind you
beat u over the head so u start bleeding
I tie u round a tre so tight that u cant breath

When I walk through the hood all I see is the cop/
Two standing males talking about hip hop/
Those guys sayin it sucks/
I'ma kick them in their nuts/
Saying hip hop is bad is like talking crap about my dad/
I love this hip hop game/
I love shouting out my name/
While those pigs standing out and tryina be raw/
While I run to them with my baseballbat right on their jaw/
Break it all open, one of them is running/
Running for his life/
In the next corner my homie waits with the knife/
Sticks it fast in his stomach/
He is whacked/
Macked/
Right on the ground/
The next minutes goes the sirens sound/
Cops all over the place and they lookin' around/
Looking for the killers that they wont ever find/
No one sees shit here, everyone's blind/
No one hears shit here, everyone's deaf/
If anyone snitches, they be sent right to their death/
I'm the playa right here so you better not fuck/
Dont talk shit about me, hater, you're the one that SUCK/
Eat shit and fuck yourself/
In my room, I hide a 9mm between my books on the shelf/
My moms all mad and so crazy about my life/
Say one day I'm a get stuck in the stomach by a knife/
And that is it, that's how it is/
I love my moms and father he pissed/
Pissed at me and pissed at this living/
His wife is the lady that he aint just giving/
She crying all over the house/
While my lil' brother like a mouse/
Wanders around everywhere sick/
Trust my words homie, it aint a trick/
Now I'ma lay back and drink some of this real nice shit/
While I watch my homies getting hit by their own spit/
I'ma SPLIT, see you in the Gangsta's Paradise/
Live it nice here, cause it aint nice there/

What´s really good doe?

How you think that you hood,yo??!
I flame me sum stink,
this dawg meaner than Cujo!
You clownin on sum Bozo shit!  (Bozo the clown).
But can´t tell it right!
drownin in lies, when I expose yo´ shit,
WHO told ya that you hype???!
See how yer wack?
I got that CRACK,
you tryina peddle a buncha lies!
You got me seein red,
somebody pass me sum clear eyes!
Ya melon head!
I´m ILL in tha HEAD!
I MURK this thread!
AND you queer guys!!
I snuff these faggots!
Send ´em to a "wanksta´s paradise"!!
And with a 100 pair of eyes,
ya´ll STILL couldn´t see me!!
You KNOW you can´t beat me.
It´s like THAT,
You hatin, cuz you KNOW you can´t be ME!!

i wanna feel how god feels when he starts wars
pain goes from a range of light to dark like star wars
im putting continents of mcs under me like great britain
shiva couldnt stand a chance, not when im spittin
im taping your spine of fluid while your awake
i got mirrors for your sake, and your screams are the bait
here comes your girl thinking shes on top of it
one two one two, step right up and fuck the bitch for my profit
i can go on for years i plan with my peers
we are gonna gang up on your sister with some meth beers
cheers! chessing it up, i see you as knights and pawns
tortureing you, frying up your back with oil like prawns