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So the person that is above you has to leave a topic for you to rap about 4 bars max. We shall see who can stay on topic to find out your lyrical ability



Topic - Disease

I got more-bumps then a rocky-road, its been four-months, and i can't stop-the-cold || sore-lumps make my skin rough like a cocky-toad || u wont give me a hit off your-blunts, because my cock-pees-mold ||

Politics

Let me lay these weapons of mass destruction cuz its about time their used
i think george bush is a lil too small for presidential shoes//


terrorism

al queda, that's just a gang full of suicidals//
they leave shyt half way done like jewish-bibles//
taken down white americans like "DIE-CRACKERS!"//
but they're only aerial experienced hi-jackers//
and the POW's that laugh as they glare-thru-prison//
it's their-decision, afterall it's TERRORism//

-Persian War

can we start out with easier topics so this cypher doesnt die? what the fuck is persian war?

Well start off a topic and rap about that topic and throw another one so some 1 can go after you

walk in the room find ma momma on the floor
she tells me the news ma brother is no more
start chocking up as i open the drawer
n pick up the 12 gauge which i adore
shoutin that nigga's dead as i open the door
take shots at ma brother this means war
nw he laying on the floor a life he has no more

gangs

Gang violence where we kill gangs to the drug-streets||
This is where the thug-meets, where g stay and they slug-heat||
Where get drunk and chug-cheap, and burry our homies in the hole we dug-deep||



Topic - "War in iraq"

**From the innocent civilians perspective*

they are deadly-son, but its all clean-fun, when they pull out a machine-gun ||
and every-one, at the scene-runs, n i mean-from, extreme-puns, ur inbetween-some ||
the beam-shuns, now ya day dreams-done, the marines-come, with an obscene-hum ||
u seem-dumb, smoking with a green-thumb, you notice the teams-young ||
about eighteen on a beat like-drums, moving quicker then dykes-tounges ||
they come in with spiked-boots, u know they might-shoot, like-hoops ||
the new recruits, who salute, the same flag they pollute, so its black n blue ||
soon they'll be attacking you, sadly there is nothing ur apt to do ||
u get no gratitude, just attitude, as there gun aims at ur latitude ||


**Underground Rap**

where this genre remains diverse, and "atmopheric"// bringin new meanin to "blast slug", and you can find a tight-verse just try match-those-lyrics//put a message in mainstreem and cats-dont-hear-it// raps on the highway-to-hell, headed wherever those assholes-steer-it// luckily the underground might-stay-to-help blasting light-weights-to-kelp feeding the bigger fish in the sea with there mind-states-propelled//

(slug aka atmosphere)

martial arts

i'll Chop A Brick Glock Kick Flip Straight Stance
When I Pop Ya Wrists Ribbs/ Putta "Band" Round
Ya Head So U Wont Sweat It, Disgracin Ya
Fightin Style When Da "Black Belt Spits"/
Ninja'd Up Wit My Iron Stars, We Walk Everywhere
We Go No need Buyin Cars/ Hit up Mr.Miaga Im
Da Karate Kid Dropp You Quick U Hot Den Split
Ya Pops N Kids/ Kick Strikes Den I Wax On U
Jack Off , Only On Yellow Im A Masta U Lack Soft/

Stereo Types

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They Think That, Every Mature Kid is Grown Enuff ..//..
Juss Like They Think Every Paki On a Plane Will Blow it Up ..//..
Think Blonds are "Turtles in Gum", `cus They "Slow & Stuck" ..//..
Naahh Tha`s Not in "MySpace" i Wouldn`t Busted Tha Tom ..//..
it`s Wat They Think about Every Stero Type i Grasp Upon ..//..
They`ll be Quick to Say, Every Nigga That Skates an Uncle Tom ..//..
But Everybody That Thinks That, Then U Dicks is Greeks ..//..
Like Every Gay Dude Or Gurl, Goes after Every Guy Or Chick They See ..//..
Like They Said about Tha Guys Wat Tha Biggest Feet ..//..


-- Time ..[/align]

ill make ya world freeze, n time go in reverse/
after a third breeze, these lines self rehearse//
give it a moment, the thought will come back to me/
been so long, so many caught, her face is black to me//
we dont live forever, so it is that time says/
changes in the weather, my skin is diein, dead//
ageing slowly, yet its so quick n fatal/
paging holy, better get a grip or fail//
the rotation of a star, were far, from mars/
12 light years, by then were marred by sars//
wen i look back on this, ill b grayer then sharks/
so no head turnin, losin youth...its gayer than narcs//


~Money

My Life Revolves Around Money
A Dollar Bill Is The Sun
I'm The Earth Dependent On It
Until The World Gets Hit With A Comet
Everybody On It, Will Have No Conscience
Cuz Money Only Brings Out Non Sense
People Are Always Green When It Comes To It
We Are All Pot-Heads Looking For New Schemes
We Are Confronted With Dreams
Of Getting Blunted By The Ocean
With Money To Float In,Expensive Wine Open
So We Use Shameless Promotion
To Stand On Top As Our Heart Rots
On Second Thought As Our Heart Stops
The Worlds Got A Sickness, I'm one of the sickest
Us Bombs Iraq To Feed The Need of Greed
We Stand Here N Witness, The Peace
That We Were Promised, Its All Semantics
Money Is Damage, Money Is Scandalous
Money Is The Reason I Can Never Spit
Money Is Bullshit, Money Buys The Bullet
Loads The Full-Clip, N Then Pulls It
Money Kills Fate, Money Ends Relationships
Money Controls Your Radio Station Bitch
Money Brings You On Vacations
Money Is The Reason You Take Them
Its The Evil That Runs The Earth
Its The Real God It Controls All
Without It Your Life Is A Snow Ball
Money Is depression
Money Is a false sense of direction
Its What Keeps A Broke Down Section
A Broke Down Section,
It Determines Who Wins Elections
It Continually Forces Disconnections
Money Will Make The World End
But Damn Money Is My Best Friend

Being At The Top By Yourself

not fun to be alone at the top, call me the cream of the crop, these dreams ima stop of wack rappers tryin to ream tha numba 1 spot, so stay hot or get dropped popped n clocked, from ever reachin this peak like gettin stomped by cops, no one in site, i think i might quit, theres no point n rappin like boxin was for mike tyson...ill keep the flame on anyways so many days yet not one soldier can step up n blaze this many strays of bullets comin from 60 ways......

i tried...hardly


~Drug Test