NETCEES CYPHER THREAD

[Mr. J]

A string of deception weaved into a tight rope.
it ended at the wrong time but on the right note.
a lie to bind you, while holding ya soul together
perfect material that will lead you to a known forever
may your bones sever, with fibers slivered in...
let it kill you and bring your life to a bitter end
use the dull scissors & free yourself from my vanity
bury yourself near the River Styx sandy beach
braindead & forgotten this world is obnoxious
finger where the snot is & blow a rocket, I have landed
in the watchtower before the band disbanded
fans asthmatic, my arithmetic skills gathered it from Einstein
agape mouth & wide eyes, kiss the wind wave bye bye
theres a mystery in the bucket, ready for the judging
pay no mind to how it makes sense, fit it into your budget
similarities in substance carry through soul & saliva
get a refund to whatever you had sold to the buyer
save a roll for the suppliers, a bolded name in production credit
I nod my head & say hello to my seductive medic...

[Mr. J]

the earth quake, foundation break & cave in
I bring you flame, a gift to the fellow cavemen
make a egg split & turn that shit to an omlet
a mile, a tight glove, juice with the promise...
the toast popped in to say hello, pass the jello
sugar & mustard, no dont be silly my furry fellow
I bury da folk with a stab, parry & poke...
in the backyard is where you bury the bone.
I carry a ghost like a moose, mongoose, harrier folks
4 legged animals that move like they barely can stroll
or some shit...the fan echoes in the background
the dog just sat down & said this piss is the last round
I kicked the rhyme & eventually let the lab out
hashtag sad mouth, pull the pen & pads out...
moving like a crab now, I clap clap with the hands out
kitty bad! out...snap snap whenever the straps out
pap pap, finger & a thumb in the shape of Smash Mouth
if you pull a cougar you might be pullin jags out
unless your a jack off then you pull the maybach round...
I forgot my snack before I finished this rhyme & sat down...
yea...

[Pharaohs Army]

i'm just another pea-in-a-pod,
1 time(fer fun)i rapped in a british accent&made tea in a pot,
you're just rhyming words together- u don't seem like a god,
i'll turn up my speakers then i'll see what you've got,
you're good but it's classical poetry i don't like to spitz it a lot,
you're good but your punches r puns of the simplest thoughts,
the beginning of the next line rhymes with the end of the first one so i think that it's hot,
don't worry i red my old thread and i think that it sucked,
it was hard on my eyes and i hate my style so i'm fair when i judge,
(and)other than these kind of Verses I believe in encouragement&honesty so i'm sharing the love,
i'm an incredible consumer of marijuana- it's there in my lungs,
,that's when square has his fun;
i'll save'm some Time: pharaohs is dumb.
yo...yo...
yo i'm done polishing my mac 11,
n if i ever finish a couple piecesi'll interview myself for a Mag edition,
a heavy metal king relaying news -of Nazareth visions,
i train with diabolical enigmas &sad old wizards,
who try impossible syllables, &can't hold liquor,
think it been 20 minutes but i can't go quicker,
if i wrap things up i can grab my snack in the kitchen,
peace is only achieved after the mission,
it's all been done before so i have to be flippant,
a merry bloody Christmas when i'm wrapping my victims!,
sadly i miss you and your pride is a riddle,
arrogant enough ta think Prince saw my april 19th cypher &cried a little,
i certainly don't embrace constraints, nor am i mindful of syllables,
discussion thread is right there,if u can't sleep from a mind full of syllables,
or Try pharmaceuticals, such as Lorazepam,
been rapping wrong for a while jus started using my Diaphragm,
even if i got props and validation i Wouldn't get Quiet then,

[Mr. J]

Leave it to me to silence them, my spirit...
mirrors Leviathan as I flow deep within the lyric.
spit pain & fear it, while the insane try to spear it.
King shit when I give the wave for clearance...
you about to get checked for that cap size
those new era thoughts dont seem to advance right
your thought process strained & your pants tight.
i knock your hook & help you get ya dance right...
let your deck catch the tears...pretend its here.
half off with a few new tools to end it there...
watch as the divine panic...
blue angels in the unsinkable..

[Pharaohs Army]

TITANIC hahaha the end of that one,was like if someone held a carrot,in front of roger rabbit,it was like i had to grab it,and not even use a joke with a differentword for the ending,
and nowi feel kind of amazing...
and now i can't think of the right phrasing; the night is waning,
and the rest of my life is waiting,
nex topical is about refinancing payments,
or something so Mundane That i can taste it,
look at the wreck of myself and the talent wasted,
i'm a goodfamily member,
emc2 made a post and i'd like to delete it,
what made him post it. i can't remember,
have u ever pondered?, the imagery of a cold november,
slushy weather and cloud cover,
at least summer has some warm rain
and loud thunder i'm a foolish-maniac,
'm gonna blow up&sink like the ______

[Mr. J]

Toilet seat while Im powered by mylanta...
I dream of the dirty laundry lying in my hamper
the skeletons in my closet & souls that Im after
that carton holds 12 shells to leave your mind scattered
buck shot, fuck shots...give me a full bottle & blunt
theres a secret inside their mind that I gotta debunk
dont hand me these clickbaits unless they chopped into chunks
the toaster is popping em up with the bread to match
my ego combined is Rushmore with an equestrian strap
when Im at em family...you wont see Uncle Fester in that

[2tripple0]

Gonna rip this thread out of the archives
This like a newspaper call it the new York times
And I'm running low on gas and I ain't got nothing to pump
Might as well start a shrimp business like Forrest Gump
I'm in the backwoods like the blunts you like to smoke
You lightyears behind like buzz from toy story but still can't take a joke
I've gotta a sore throat and I'm losing my voice
If you had any power to abuse still wouldn't flip shit like a coin
Gotta rearrange my lines so you can understand them
And I'm no lumberjack but keep you at bay like i was made of hemp
It's strange no one pays attention to the lines in this thread
and I'm giving you the gift of sight if you blind but like a football team one yard and you'd Jet
I've got concepts and tons of ability to excell with this language
So just like a university the students in my class all about to graduate
Gotta continue to flourish but I keep going backwards
And even though I enjoy flowing I'm stuck in the wrong pasture
And like some commercials I'm fastforwarding to the action
But like the rolling stones I can't get no satisfaction
Call me an Indian way im sending signals in the sky with smoke
Even if I'm late to arrive still dark as night and like a boat on the water my lines like to float
Gotta hang up my coat and think about my approach
Cause just like a joint I smoke it down to the Roach
Gotta continue learning how to write down my lines
And even the current in the ocean is controlled by a tide
And I'm breaking shit down and filling emcees with doubt
Cause I'm like capisce? Since you wanted a Duke but end up with a count
Im flipping some lines but ya boy spit so many bricks I had to build a new house
And just like some chocolate milk you ain't quick and constantly follow the crowd
I'm surrounded by losers but none of them fit for my crown
In the end I'm killing y'all like a suspense thriller
And you ain't no ninja but still get dropped like you was Ben stiller
I'm trying to make some sort of impression in this cypher thread
But call you a confession since you something that needs to be blessed
But I might be paraplegic way I'm breaking ya legs
And swear you be blazing but always sitting on the bench
Only thing you been hitting is the bottom way ya suck at text
Keep ya rhymes tight but can't make any observations
Only way you on top is when people treat you like an alienation
And I'm not trying to make fun of you
But you like the sky way ya face full of blue
I'm going to give you a hint as if you bad a clue
You ain't getting no Grant even if ya first-name was Hugh
Gonna stick you like some glue and ya so fake I question ya existence
Cause I'm just taking a guess and still surrounding you like some barbwire fence
Gotta fill you in like a lense since my nuggets stay dense
And just like a toolbag you get twisted like some bolts with a wrench

[Pharaohs Army]

-I see the potential of wayward young boys.
The community here, views me, as their favorite young troll.

-Are you not entertained?

-Their consistency will come with time.

-By netcee standards, I'm an individual of average age, and near-perfect mental health.

-Boy, has it been nearly a week since I logged in?
Well I wanted to take a glimpse at something....Frankly.
Short O, Short I. Enjoyable.
I've known a few great butchers in my day.
I asked their unsatisfied customers if they had digested it properly.
I don't know. Something about their teeth and tongue found the meat objectionable.
My only objection was it didn't look at all like the picture, regardless of the excuse or gimmick.

-Got a couple longterm textRap projects in mind.
I dodged one of my last 3. 'Least I got the other 2 done.

Guess I'd rather freewrite.

-Last week, the night after a lil' cypher verse,, I was still in the flowing/writing mindset (unlike now). Buncha nifty lines in mind.
Long story short I never fleshed out the notes or publicized 'em. Kept them to myself. Is there some sort of "Pavlovian treat" for this accomplishment? Where is my reward?

-Tantalized by the darkness. Not tantalized enough though... Not quite the same level when I'm gone. Just as I suspected.

-Never watched Batman vs. Superman. Pointless..no joker appearances that I've heard of.

-Thinking of making a veiled comment here about another person or topic, but I'm worried it might be too mean.

-bars4days just h.m.u.

[Mr. J]

Backwards, the hand reaches up for salvation.
sweat & back breaking attempts for those who lack patience
a wack statement delivered by the nearest fedex
apologetic mannerisms never get it correct when debted
apply 9 to your sentence, silence is the best route
stunt with the chest out, corruption needs a head count
hands up when the lead out, & then the red powwww...
deathbed for bed head & his young apprentice of henchmen
glorified impressions taken the wrong way yet celebrated...
bless them....give the loved a collection of elevators.
give the damned escalators we ride high in the sunset.
itchy trigger finger with an eagles eye on the unrest.
I get the pies undressed & welcome an angels touch.
the dopest & thats because you aint capable to claim as much
the flame to dutch, the higher power that reigns as such
the tenacity alone will leave your face vacant bruh...

[Vapeo]

Rapid drip. Flow of water down the water pipe, somethings slips
water creeping down the drain liquids mix, its the cleaning agent,
plus the warmer ice, organized hands ... are close by.
Soapy water is applied, bacteria die. Hand soap was the cause,
"Warning may cause pain", reads the label on the box. There's a pause,
between each drip, its slower now, "Drip, drip". Its not as loud.
There's somebody now, eating chips. "Crunch Crunch Crunch", on the mouth,
there's crumbs of it. Lips open up, flecks of spit, fly out the mouth,
hit a little kid precisely, on the face. He's angry, no way to put it nicely,
He yells, and little mice flee. They run, scared, squeaking... meanwhile
the water pipe is still leaking. Water collects altogether in one spot,
one moment here, the next it drops. "Tock", the clock is ticking for a moment
in perfect symphony with the water drop, then its not. Life continues,
the building blocks are still around, bacteria are down, but still sticking around.
Drip once again no beings are present, does it make a sound? Anyhow its slower now,
everything's slower now, bacteria dying out, chip eater and mouse scarer are atoms now.
Light flashes like the original bearer of news, good or bad? Beings choose.
But without beings around, words lose meaning, and get confusing.
Words are merely descriptors, describing, the trip in perspective of observers,
life was the journey, and Earth was the vehicle, the drivers are in a gurney. Dead.
Seen through, the perspective of human beings, the drip is slower, times ticking
death is closer. Was death the closer? Cosmic hands are almost finished washing,
the drip has almost ceased, its imperceptibly slower. Suddenly something happens,
Human Translation: the drip is even slower, almost impatient.
Sadness or elation?
Epiphany, revelation.
Last drop dripping, then cessation.

[Mr. J]

Broken glass sliding down your cocktail dress
Molotov shower to cleanse the details left...
if we fail them, who will carry on tradition?
misguided by the liars who bury their diction...
who barely envision a world beyond the darkness
cloud services & satellite feed with long lost love...
its a trap, brought on by hatred & envy.
the final cut is submitted, no changing the ending
no re-shoots, its the end of all that we do.
equals, ripped in half until the next time I see you.
universal cathedral built within the galaxy's heart
causing awe when looked upon in the gathering dark.
placing a gamble on yall with a touch of new stress...
its overbearing but thats the stake in russian roulette
I spread my theory like Im speaking through Newton
apple doesnt fall far from the tree where you sit...
such a nuisance, a lost cause looking for conclusions.
someone who spends their time...resting in a institution

[Mr. J]

brute force brooding, I break the walls down
bombard loud, a blessing beyond Gods sound.
abused in the Bermuda, balance is gone now.
the failures call out & grasp onto your coattails
now we are all crabs battling inside that old pail
cash exchange, no sale, a manipulation, a demand
the feeling is Hades so my reputation is damned...
got a curse & worse that hang over like the omen
drunk off fear & obsession, concerned with atonement
my pen bleeds red ink while I write out these mistakes
looking back I never really took the time out to change.
laughing as I make my escape, the embers wasted away.
let the past continue embracing its fate...
the lights flicker looks like its time nikka.
you knew it was coming so why ya eyes bigger than the sun?
as big as they come they always die quicker.
my passcode sends me in a portal through Konami
kept in a glass jar is a head with no body...
& when it spoke to me I flipped...what up bitch

[Pharaohs Army]

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[Mr. J]

Manipulative soul listen to it go...
echoes meeting in the meadow of hope
a heart settled at home, resembling ghosts.
never-ending roles of misguided lovers
we are the yin & yang under the covers
unforgiving, these natural formed wonders
eye covered cucumber & dirt covered nonsense
backward evolution reversing our progress.
beauty of the subconscious is its simple process...
rinse, wash...repeat, I speak for her involvement
massaged pomade laying naked on the carpet.
negativity called & it left a message of caution...
heart of an arson with alcohol in the cockpit.
this is Johnson put this black box in a safe spot...
its plane to see that the have nots will take off.
or is it blow up, you know what they say dawg...
when you come this way you turn Hindenberg
that fit of slurs can get fixed with a dick ya nerd.
I stick to erbs that are stickier that wicca birds...
or sagehens, whatever you name them I slayed them
an Asian in the jade den where I practice the ancient...
technique of meditation..spent weeks in sedation.
the dreams of this labor split into small tunnels
all funneled out to where I find my thoughts jumbled
you gotta face it, you couldnt come close with your sock cuddled.
Im free range, you boxed in
I see hate in your thoughts kid
you seem great but stop it...
all these lames are lost...
its a shame so watch it.
set your alarms to 12 Ill be on in 6
a picture of myself as big Mousekewitz
out West I know my way round these shits.
the baggage comes with the territory
the shit just changes with the territory.
dont matter how you try to tell the story.
they some pieces of work.
they compare Jesus to Earth
listen to their thesis on birth
these retarded pieces of dirt...
arent too far off from being the future that we need
just imagine what we would accomplish nurturing that seed.
put a thought in his head & make his head shaped funny
listen to these vinyls & you will never be the same dummy.
I keep a noose in my backpack with some fuzzy handcuffs
for when I cut loose at the Cat Shack where my stripper...
is ugly...with dandruff..I sit back snuggled with a fat blunt
this is the 4th day I went without a shower.
the 9th since Ive brushed & wow...look at the hour.
my digital clock tells me its 3 but what do I know.
the bonfire is dying out & the triplets sing kumbiyay ho...
Carmen San Diego laying low beyond that...
concrete combat with the scream of wombat...
I dont know what they call that...




I dont know what they call that

[Mr. J]

My collage is wrong, send my regards to the worse
talk to God from a hearse, I hit an awkward curve...
slipped on the brink of emptiness & died
leave my heart with any sentient pride...
the world is on a mobile swiped by a cats paw
liars that are still living the life of a have not.
the color fades from the room & goes down the drain.
bridges for those who cross all go down in flames
dehydrated by tomorrows waking light.
stomach has the BGs its hard to stay alllllive
too much randomness to squeeze each thought in
too right just like the hand you beat off with...
pause...with birds in the V ready to migrate
jump off from tinder & few fresh off of myspace.
odd ideas that needed to be beaten in...
enough to upset Allen Poe & Stephen King.
the freeloader I dont know where else to go on that...
luckily your ghostwriter can fit in this proton pack

[Mr. J]

sometimes I look & think these dudes suck & are offbeat
like how do they get love? that stuff is beyond me.
to me they weak, add all that extra to the cup of coffee.
get the fuck up off me, bring ether as the ringleader.
the gas attendant with ashy skin is a nicotine breather.
spent a weeks pay on a carton from the local market.
loose change & a book of matches that left him bombarded..
or blown up, drop the act and leave your heart unguarded
look at the unsung carcass of stupidity & dwell on it.
another scathing remark that almost felt honest.
we make a swell profit at recreating but never moving forward
the claw grabber consistent so you never really lose qwarterz...
you kids dont even know

[sral]

You kids don't even know, but this a seasoned pro,
listen here I'll show you when I spit you feel it though.
You click to see my posts thinking "This is really dope,"
before submitting it with most of what I've written here in quotes.
Yet this shit that I've just posted took a fraction of the time
that you faggots would have tried to pass off in your lines.
I've just sat here and I've scribed as the thoughts have entered
the annals of my mind while I caused some tension!
Every morbid sentence that my villainous mind spews
is a force of reckoning that's delivered to spite you.

[Mr. J]

bitten tongue where the dreams of lizards was.
the wizard sung a song about the gifted one.
which was I found relaxing wherever the river runs.
flame close while yours seem distant...son.
what a persistent cunt armed with a caramel mocha
the magic continues until the fairy tales over.
my days will be spent laying on this amazing felt sofa.
the thought of that is hilarious enough that I almost fell over.
well rested with my bungee cord not properly belt tested.
vulture in the room inhale the smell...intestines.
sunny days make me burn while I make a funny face.
you could get folded & molded right into my fucking waist.
my skin will wrap you up like a small burrito.
and will make a better point...if Shaq hit all his freethrows
the bombardier getting blown like these common queers
wherever the awkwards near you can find me...crying awkward tears

[Mr. J]

Surely that shell will help with the metamorphosis
turning a live body to dead weight, send the corpses in
an orators wit that can sell any kind of miracle.
creams & cleansers that help regain beyond spiritual...
prayers or baptism...a perfect balance of science....
and witchcraft, swallow this back & speak to your eyelids.
call in the morrow if you want what you cant borrow.
sheer resiliency, watch these eggheads getting coddled.
boil a little waddle, sip tea until they're willing to chortle
mind slipped into a portal & forgot the present circumstance.
sitting before you is the backspace & the esc key.
using one of those yourself will do its best to please me.
do a days work in what you invest in weekly...
mad scientist bad at applying this at monthly requirements
internet wireless, coverage nicest since I got rewired in.
late willed retirement, bling bling someone let Richard Pryor in.
matchstick fire pin, grenade papaya thin, forgot I was dieting.
looks like Im bombing on both sides.
the most alarming in both minds...
the current calming in those tides...
look how Im flowing...its...so....nice

[2tripple0]

Ain't much to say life speaks for itself
If I'm being clear with you bro ya lines sound like some French
Might think I be in need of some help
But for real for real ya just be irritated like you was real stressed
I keep my shit original
Y'all on some political shit way ya act all liberal
And I could inaugurate myself president way I pursue speech
I be fastening my boots cause I'm trying on some new cleets
You be so behind ya shit reminds me of something ancient
I be famous for my spiral though you could call me Joe Nameth
Love to hit the streets stay on the block round the clock
Only time you be on the corner when you got a bus to cop
But for real though it like immagration y'all some illegal alien
Shit straight out the testament stay way beyond ya element
I've got rhymes ta write stay occupied in my letter
Y'all some swiss cheese way I got ya full a holes like some cheddar
It be September and this my twelve hundreth post
Still won't find nobody say this cypher was close
Specially behalf y'all still getting poked in the butt by blokes
I'm on a high like when ya bitch stuck on my robes
On the real though y'all dying like some shit I gots to cremate
Warren g and Nate Dogg must be straight bout it way I bout to relegate
Gonna finish this even though I ain't feel it complete
So just like a flower gonna plant this like some seeds
But you so gay ya shit remind me of some sesame
And that just my Oscar I be winning call me elementary
Shit you just need someone ta educate ya brothers
Cause ya rhymes useless as some cucumber lol