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NETCEES CYPHER THREAD
What is good Netcees ?
What's with the green lemony ? So many clicks and jealousy Green with envy essentially So much skill and celebrity I ain't mad though, ya'll poetically, The realist heads on tha net, see It's vulgarity, obscenities obsessively Some how selfishly, but I'm in this registry Listen to this chilled out reveille I made a beat, it stomps heavy Wanna hear it ? It's plenty trendy No one hears though...anyone. Any ? Let's lay it down. I, deputy. Inside Empty We need a little depth to see controversy Post up free write spits Or ya favorite pen dips Out ya mind to the world Or in a memo to ya ole girl A letter home from Vietnam A broken man to seeing YAH Whateva homie, run yo game You got this Jake, auto-made Hide yo shame, alive today Cause man tomorrow you pay Believe me, I've been down most days I'm up though cat, at McDonald's gettin' paid It ain't easy being this way yesterday Get right, flip names, flex pain What's on ya mind ? I'mma come back in time And take different roads Maybe finish High school so The lonely shoals lighten betta growth In those holes is an oath though Next time I post, Joes will be blown You hoes will know. |
Ayo, I work at McDonald's
Flipping burgers, mixing words A line chief cook but in my head Thinking schemes flowing' parapet Drive through window pickup dispatch "Yo homie, do you want rhymes with dat" |
if you gonna give him rhymes make sure they super sized
...let them kno off the cuff you ain't no small fry I'm juss tryna kick the rust watching how high see me with Hubble cloud nine and do a swan dive... been a while since I got up on my texting shyt...LW/RM used to flex n shyt 4 eleven hype bore witness to the best of shyt killing whole crews fuck a battle I gave out estimates... lil known dude by the name of DyaLeX... typing keys with a fury that can fry the net.. flows bolder as he got older...such a threat he turned a pencil necked geek into a whistleblower... blackballed now I'm back with a piff aroma..sonned a cat up in cypha watch who can diss below ya You can say that the love finally coming back...I'm juss a textcee like yall but still go check my track!!! my b for the plug but fuck it lol... |
leave you wreck n back like that text went flat
flex wit bats i couldnt a wreckd a cat, stretch the fat chewed in my teeth grittin keep spittin when weak simp's in my streak flinchin get beat to inches of they life i spray mics fuck they hype. i straight light up the place twice a match's tip dispatch ya bitch wida flash ya glimpse like a 35 swerve to find my nerve n blind ya learnin my lessons like buddhas ya bitin on my weight like barricudas |
Im moving to fast, gotta slow down with all the sex,
Its not a question, Im the answer to your paternity test, Although Im getting ready for work as we speak, Im balls deep within the walls inside of your moms cheaks, ya'll bitches stink at rapping and I got to be honest, they should make a new deodorant with your name on it, Im in my taco bell clothes ready to serve tacos, but not like the one that I just ate on your mom though, |
servin air to these ho's... just might be heir to these clothes,
label stitchin clean- might go to war fa this shit like Ares, he knows. nahhh.. the money nicer down the street-- ta get it, wifey playin me close. knowin damn well if i upgrade... she HAS TA lay me n' blow. |
Abba YAH
What you do is forevermore Since the foundation of earth You established the corners thereof On perfect wisdom and power You sit on high alway watching Forgive me of my transgressions Father I forgive those who sin against me You knowest the doings of man And test the heart of your servants Knowing some seek your way We praise you For your great longsuffering And tremble at your terrible anger We look to your tender mercies For guidance around about in our goings Striving to be found worthy of your kingdom Put far from us an evil thing, less we transgress you Stablish your word in our heart and keep us Have pity on our souls, teach us understanding Raise us up, lead us away from temptation Bring your law to our awareness to keep We are in a world that does not know you To obey at your every word Fore snares are confidante against your people Our countenance is weak but we enure And to the stranger within thy gates He is one in the same, he heard of your fame How you judged Egypt with swiftness Raised up the heathen to do your will We praise your salvation Knowing the strength of your right hand We draw near while you can still be found Putting off the old man and turning To do good in the sight of your eyes Knowing for a certainty that you are the only living Elohim of Israel |
positivity minused, while these allegedly spineless
go to war over words like a challenge with knightsmen Well if i slap u with a glove, theres a dick in it, N' if you get mad internet love, there're a lotta sentimental men kissin. just sayin tho. u do this shit for a livin... u niggas aint playin yo... so why downplay ur day's upside if thats the life u actually portray in oath? i hate trolls that know better... i hate those pretending to be cold when they know sweaters. Foes. If u hold em', fold... cuz my goal's to replace a numbered quota with a couple cloned letters. vv. |
I am the hand of Midas the eye of Osiris
the truth is the silver lining, and I lie right behind it fly high as your highness, Cleopatra, die from your sinus rely on your eyes, dig from the site to find it comply with overrated compulsion, seek a consultant take over from there, I am revolted disgusted with the words they had rode in.. on..to the next one, respectful component interested opponent, at the desk...resting devoted flip a coin, hope your head is in the open keep the tails to yourself, injected your closeness siamese try to be what I am, oh shit... thats twice the brain power, life gives lemons hope that it ain't sour |
Marriage ensued... macrocosm, mack and a magic in broom...
Macro in tune... autopilot this action as you fashion the tools. Autobot faction this fraction of fagless platoon... All are fascinating facets of my baggage exhumed. |
Jekyll and Hyde dressing in hype of a mescaline high
whether to ride is never concise unless recklessly blind question the lies injected by life when testing the tides Projecting a side messy as I..clean cuts flexing with shine pressing my 9 against lesser of minds and shedding some pride depressing that what your ingesting is my incredible plight get me worked up again and we might get our measurements right |
Funeral cases after tutelage in pugilist basics
Back and forth through the usual- its as huge as its baseless Yet... something infused in this slew of displayed scripts Suggests a penmanship unusually too cool to be played with. |
Drain the orifice before you torture it
borderline disorders cause morbid coordinates swing by gorgeous mi amor is pouring.. its a quarter to midnight and I'm soaring with.. shortened temper but laugh at the importance of life of course crying is the calling card I'm supporting it ordering it to continue as tears are pouring in poor lil thing...I'm only here for the morgue inhibits inhabitants...livid with the twist contortionists boring...boring as the first time I've aborted it its not my place to be or speak... why lie of course it is |
lipstick cursives dispersed as a passive aggressive graffiti
she suppresses, depressed and she needs me yet she's stressed, convinced that her besty and me have been cheating. laughing-off the accusation, the ego's in full-fledged refusal of closure... she knows few modes more intimate than this, and it slows her, chess the mood, wrestless with jests amidst fools. I win in all bets... dick's a threat- clits wooed. |
I'm just bridging the concept digging into prospects
living with a wig dipping in progress when it comes off the top. I take the rigging & drop sense cross reference anyone missing this raw shit I end the simplest lives with my own pilgrimage nonsense first to get it livid while pitching to the loch ness Get your imagery twisted for the sake of congress get shut down |
Rushed out like Obama
I touch down in gold armor clutch crowns with no problem Sucks how you close callers bust out like ho's topless Plucked outta cold water what now you code talkers should tuck Yao in yo' cold whopper Get some growth bitches |
Spinach! oh so delicious...
ode owed to kitchens, where green groves of fixins Were the mean bowl, the chief's soul, would clean colons with quickness One heave ho, you'd leave home- for clean bowls to shit it I mean, woe is the critic who believes gold is the brisket. Bitch! We know the green glow means mo'... EAT YO SPINACH!!! |
I speedwrote visions between cold sun-up and the scion of eclipses,
creosote fished a lung to itch outta one of my ironwrought visages, Find the FireFox Trot Nixonses, bob for Adam's Applet in this absence of physician scripts, I sat in indecision between Vatican static electricians and accident premonitions, It smacked a bit of frankencense, Bangladesh and Icarus. Bring me all your cynicists, Sang a song, put a sping on half its steps. Scaled the inversion back, Like honey I shrunk the first battalion and half their murder-bats |
each stanza's a fecal conglomerate mongering for ovations
ponder the honor of satan, monitoring my vacation... sean conner's dopple in a marvel of stark revelations... to mark 47 in a walmart, small darts toppling the location. guap in the small stalks of each sock as the colossal twat calls my phone, patient. I answer the call of the wild... she flowed like a nile with no irrigation... |
Hard edged on a dull blade swinging til the blood spray
Feather weights get carried away by the gusts grace front face soldier I'm going opposite of the one way linguistic technician respected flood system lyrical gun play meeting metaphorical transitions Singing swords. bud blazed by magnifying the suns rays orchestrated fun day deported tactician the stanzas well written but the message lacks image kill em all and have the flag half risen |
wax back on this forum even tho i hate texting
so im starting at the bottom of this waste setting i knew nothing was the same before drake said it i never been the type to bite a rhyme for taste testing cuz i bring my own recipes to the pot luck, baked freshness |
hardball targets- rocket propelled follies befall them
rubble ablaze, blood bubbles in the fray- and we're calling this awesome rags for riches... grenades, mags, marbles and fertilizer we call in. animal carcasses hiding provocative secrets... waiving caution for coffins. pallbearers employed, for our calling's the causing... dog collars only remnants of a patrolling unit unaware of our shrapnel deposits. ravines and riverbeds riddled with ambush aftermath... applause from our bosses. to reap what we sow would mean revocation of our virgin promise for self-inflicted losses. |
They would agree my free writes a free mind
free bird living the free life. giant screaming fee fi see I...would rather make fun due to my consistency Sign it out for them if no one was listening diminishing what limits mean..woe is silly me the difference in them is they lack an epitone criminally minded. never caught escaping penalties |
blood plasma residue dresses each stanza's edges true
machete consisent- shedding limbs off the ready resistence planning to meddle too turned a corps of engineers to the undead corpses engineered to end your crew the end is near- befriend it, dear, for fear has befriended you. |
Super hero bloodline screaming thug life
living a bug's life, get squashed, watermelon'd pumpkin pied, whip creamed then shrugged like... it don't matter to me, I laugh at the uptight like...what's up guys you mad at me, yuh right you mad cuz your cloth hasn't been cut right have them, rolled up dusted off and snug tight clutch mics with a deficiency in speaking that shit is demeaning thinking you can touch I... hope you love life before I make it a disaster rappers...think they nice, consistent, laughter stems from where I stand, need to reason here... guh' night |
Niggarachi in versace with a Tommy like Martin.
You could stop me if you cocky n got flintlocks fa sparkin... a baddy catchin bodies, roll bigger fatties than Cartman. Christian academies callin like, "Battie! Done catchin maddies in Gotham?" |
Masquerading as a mastered slave, til what's been crafted masks this pain...
on Alastor's flaps this path was raised... a paladin's map has tracked his gains. Still on soft soil he treads heavily as if not in the clouds... Like he's not as this wound, off a loss til he's found. The tie that binds til he's bound... of what mind is he now??? Balloons all inflated... a pun undermining these clowns? Mining minds in this circus... circa those times you said, "Wow." |
With matters apart scattered like art
I recapture the spark smashing a heart the bastard of dark standard to y'all Yet influential when my canvas is scarred panic could start chaos manages fault passing it off #1 position...the basket is far but the aim is easy even at long distance if its gone missing then its the wrong instant shook enough to J Fox lose grip... strong lifting and a few more balls missing courage is incouragable when thoughts in it egotistical ridicule sends us into a calm pigment til we see what we truly are beyond existence |
sequential bills? this bank was robbed of its essential feel...
i feel resentful still... masked up, crusading avenger equipped with steel. there's no adventure in a venture killed... so, till the dentures, i'll injure, kill- indent your grill just ta ensure suspenseful dispense of skills... |
I make fun of other writers and it bothers them
shoot fish in a barrel that looks bottomless slaughter them with kindness and honest-ness my God it's such a beautiful nightmare night terrors crawling amongst write errors.. right..errors, make sure that the light's there the flame dancing along with a hold on mystics something realistic yet farfetched enough to miss it demented, tortured by accomplishments & twisted... by every other word I could have listed presented and swore on with holy intentions blind to science...yet thoroughly committed |
Holy moby this dick's her trophy...
Regardless of it's hits, it's so tits the bitch don't know me. Woulda extended some licks but the pics don't blow me... ...away. Rihanna! It ain't fun if Chris won't share with this homie! |
I'm the black cat met with bad luck
black sheep, the fuck up picking back up sending shots at the cornerstones that keep getting heated like corner stores bodega, I'm looking at you ho' savers wishing you would...stay now..go later underestimate the estimates talk like dudes full of estrogen forget it then...you'll never outrank me I'm higher than Saturn, about face me salute and pay homage think you pricks got a point? it's just a bed of nails so lay on it take a bat to the back, rap to the sack you won't break even or come up that fast keep getting laid down |
I used to know this woman with the ugliest damn tattoos,
they crudely sullied the sand-cracked grooves love ran into the burnt, grubby backs of the waitresses hands. I hear the croons, catch the cursed gully gasps labors demands, as she twists green dishes in rags- pans spic, for bread en la mesa... and glass bowls span... from heatsinks crammed to the edge of complacence. From the shadowed sill of my window, her hair runs through her fingers. A muse. Or mystic. Shivers spill acoustic think, lured elusive gossamer bands. For music is a stupid cynic, losing minutes to imperfect ink of a mariachi madame. |
Physical youth matched with mystical truth
spat rhymes in my own fictional booth write rhymes or physically give em to you Nahhh..money is cool but so is limited view a moment of silence I've been missing too soon Chicken little mixed with a new dimensional boost hidden with a bomb shelter and missiles to BOOM admission is clues...and admittance is proof that anyone entering is important orrrrr... Meant for repopulation its a divisible dispute and you bitches is too...too...bitchy to live with ....its true |
Sauteed my enemies
praised like Genovese crazed off anything lay off when I scheme seance questioning praise yall entities Pays off mentally made off christenings Cake frosted penalties May yall get a dream raised off nicotine patch it up |
Thats enuff.
flow's aqueduct So dracula no nappin up Spectacular Go spatula Flip wack shit up Then laugh at ya Cold, attica Fold... stabbin guts No mask with us, Know cats with guns Chrome mac is tucked Get caskets cut Ho ratchet cuz She sapped the nut I snapped, went nuts Then snatched her cunt One smack, she cussed. "I'm back, you slut!!!" |
compound density, everything doesn't make sense to me
raised up high and that's where I find the blessings... three more weeks and then I could find another complexity another moment to say that no one is next to me royalty unfolds, and it all looks so bed spread to me sleep on it, I understand the difference between every MC any empty chest, shows no treasures that pressure me I'm, mixed up with thoughts only I can make sense of... scenes of glorious scavenger hunts, keep the white rabbit as I put your ass on fire like a cigarette lighting backwards I'm too far fetched..looking like I need a new compartment I new place to stash the bags of the dearly departed... sorry, I get lost in my head, sometimes I toss in my own bed while its seems like they been dreamin' for me to fall off lyrical odd ball, once I'm in my zone its on dawg.. what's on dawg? probably your mom's soakin' my jock jaw...y'all need to stick to putt putt with your golf balls |
Got this down to a science... diabolical to the molecule...
U got tunnel vision, no wisdom; a cyclops rockin a monocle... Rocket stanzas on haiku fuel... Joe Castanza's a god to dudes. All these flows about nothing... see what I did??? How NOT could you. Nocturnal, Diurnal- I make a profit ta scoff at you. Ain't a prophet but God's enthused... at how Vague's such an obstacle. |
7seas and enemies of different breeds
jungle cat..lioness battle of the century instant grief mixed with some fungal caps center piece memories over humble facts keep the rest under wraps peep the mezzanine the balcony of presidency and other trash temper temper better leave the rest to me manipulated society is in the driver seat freedoms a lie to me same as privacy what you try to see you should try to learn quietly sit back and let the lion sleep |
lone... in a home of familiars, yet no one knows.
slum village in his ignorant tone... blood wrung with rigor, gift of vigorous bone. living a livid existence, resistant to religion, all insistence opposed. Distance from memories distant makes him rigid and cold. No dreams or goals... all that inspire seeming impossible things to behold. Death is certain for all, but he desires it by chance... Expecting an early dropoff before an elderly man. |
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