NETCEES CYPHER THREAD

[High Voltage]

Conversational rhymes.
An invitational to dine on a cuisine of lines.
I fiend for bryned shrimps, smoked turkey neck's, and chiken spines,
Swinging from thin vines... Keeping shit hotter than monkey balls.
Spittin according to Rugby Laws. Hittin'em all!! Let the ref's make the calls.
Life is like a doll with her head ripped off in a shoe box under my bed.
Letter blocks spellin out you're dead. Yeah!! My room is a ledge.
Wedged between a rock and a hard place.
There's a bar on the fire escape. Pickin up prescriction pills at the windowsill.
This is time being killed and chilled. My free will putting clock's on ice.
Placing rocks on the lips of life!
Rehabbing over night... Stabbing addictions whenever my actions Write.

[Mr. J]

I'm official with the tactics, heart racin' like molasses
aim flame like the dragon, protect treasure in the mansion
the cavern's, the deepest, darkest, with the transactions
them bastards is pussy minded, get squeezed like a contraction
gaspin' for air, reachin' for the heir when he's thoroughly distracted
I break the bags and, release, send em to the end of the tunnel
search for anything funneled, filtered, you'll find out about trouble
subtle minded...sorry to burst that bubble, you cunt you
you irritating piece of scum you

[High Voltage]

The lease is up on this bums view.
Evict this Bitch let'em move to a park bench.
His bark don't bite. But i'm being assaulted by his stench.
This hoe should get her pussy clensed.
A car wash would'nt rid the scent.
Fuck wash rinse and repeat. Throw this bitch in a quarantine tent.

[Mr. J]

This fluent nuance I writ stupid truths on student of neutrons . viewer from lucid proof. gone to prove its useless. croutons on ranch advance passed vegetative states. allegedly graced from a different spectrum in space. my temperments laced with peppermint spray from a Nexus' range forming intelligent praise over the elegant ways my lyrical sentiment stays. theatrics of prophetic maze Pacs second day punctured heads pumpkin head pumped with lead to upset the dead causing unrest instead. plump and fed the rush is bred from a russians breath will the feeling everclear kept the septic near to bless its ear and projected clear...no one else can step in here

[e11even]

ovally official as my missiles launch in ALL CAPS like headshots is what I'm giving. in your livingroom-treat it like a swimming pool- beatin bitches up, tyson/robin givens. I abolish lyrics lacking polished spirit, you gotta win it all, just gotta give it. When I get involved, I could cripple bitches' walls, have her screaming QUIT IT!!! till the time i finish.

[High Voltage]

I spit grime that'll make you grimmace.
make your mind dimminish.
On time i desing minutes
grind not blinded by limits. I Rhyme rhythmic lined with mistic proportions.
Fuck the whore you escortin. Her pussy's at war with cold sores and foreskins.
You can explore her within I'm going outside, She'll pout and cry.
Then grind a washing machine, when she seen i left her out to dry.
I'm out the sky with this shit. I spit it out of thin air...
I don't care. I'll spin your stairs flip a chair and step on your case.
I'm a disgrace. I'll Blare my bass in a residential place.

[patrown]

whether presidential palace, or general malice
tyrannical talents leave the game imbalanced when i spit
cuz i aint challenged when its down to language and words to invoke
leaving crowds stuck on hooks and quotes, evoking emotion
choking down the potion that takes away devotion to human life
ruined my chances, pursuing the dance with the devil til my soul was in pawn
staring back at me from lost nights and dawns i'll never remember
soul being rendered to dented fenders, blown gaskets
fleeing my own casket, it gets sad when the past sends..
yourself into the future, chasing the you that never made it
every view, held forever sacred, taking away from what you have
staring back at from your only past

[e11even]

So smashed in faith you can only gasp...
They fill your head with crashed dreams,
Ur head's a hybrid with only gas..
I'm only masked. My lonely boney frame and caste
Is cast off in a cast off their rockers... inductors pass.
Square peg in the well trapped.
The round hole the perfect fit, let hell have...
No... let Constantine shine, let hell half.
Bearing eternal anguish intangible to a gell cap...
All who oppose lose reception in the killzone. Region: Helghast.

[High Voltage]

I'm bleadin hella fast. Loosin blood by the buckets.
I'm seeing bright lights, But i'm not hearing Angel trumpets.
If trouble was a substance, Then i'd be lusting for danger.
I pray to the god of anger, me and peace are perfect strangers.
You can feast on this banger. Get sustinance from my struggle.
I'm a nuclear disaster. But there's nutrition in this rubble.

[Coup]

Reading @dull boy is a treatise
Of broken pieces, a fetus in secrets.
Question, sir.
Can genius nourish his soul in diseases?
That is, genius truly seeks to please the zenith
His soul to high center, to heal it; to deepen its realm in reason
To deceive us, evil fills our head uneven, reciting depletion:
Up is down, down is up. Taking is thanksgiving
Demons know these things (who said anything about Jesus?)
Beaten, battered. It's shit mixed with wholesome hollowed.
Yes. For eons. They destruct us like compost by the car load.
Good is bad. A slow spiritual burnout stuck in potholes.

What stands so near?
To make so much fear?
I smell it all over your work, it's clear
Tear down the pillars, the puppeteers glitter
Is the evil man still there? Slithering inwards ?
He zeros in. The insignificant reveler is regulating
That killer. Your demon all over inside salivating
Got it ? He's only sinister in mirrors associating
You with him, when you are contemplating
EVER ESCAPING
He's scissors in your head, the clipper scribbler
A distiller of spirit liquor you drink unfiltered
You drown in it, constricted thinner and disfigured
He says the mixture is part of some bigger picture
It's getting to you, you can't take its rigor
Tear down everything, even the pillars
You vomit but your filled again sicker and sicker
Only you and him stand again, only one will be victor
Is it you dull boy ? Does this gossip sound familiar ?

Why PARADE your misunderstandings ?
Hear a truth. The body is nothing
Save only a vessel for every kindred spirit
Some evil and others from on High,
Subjugate yourself
According to knowledge
Alignments are made in understanding
Lament the awesome,
The awesome is always top totem
Alive. With the bottom being lonesome.
A showman working shadow tools
Knows not this awesome truth.
...waiting

[High Voltage]

illuminating the dark with more darkness,
parked on a park bench,
barking at tree bark, seein life through an art lens.
my darts bend, my bullets hover, my knife knocks on doors.
plus i'm a foolish lover. under the covers knocking on your whore.
dropping acid on my core, i practice falling on the floor and trippin on clouds.
diggin through sounds, exploring leaps and bounds, i tweek my flow then let it drown.
break ground without oxygen, break my legs, then go frolicking.
high fiving amputees,
i'm handee when it comes to capping and demolishin.
it's whatever! theres no bounderies to my verses.
i'm flying high, fuck limits!! i'm not bound to a surface.

[Coup]

Dear reader, consider the following 50 statements:

1. the Apollo moon missions never happened
2. September 11th was victimless and plane-less
3. the JFK (Zapruder) film is a complete fabrication
4. the International Space Station does not exist
5. "The Wall" was a controlled "fall" (1989 Berlin)
6. rovers never landed on mars
7. Atheism+ is a CIA asset
8. no pain = no gain
9. intelligence is not understood, nor measurable
10. every word spoken is spirit
11. there is no phenomena as the immaculate genius
12. Oprah Winfrey works for Satan
13. the titanic sunk purposefully, impart for insurance fraud
14. man did not evolve
14. the earth is flat
15. the sun is not any center
16. Einstein plagiarized other foolish nonesense
17. a true day is sun down to sun down
18. earth representations from space are all (computer) paintings
19. April is the start of a new year (April fools is a joke on you)
20. the Elohim of Israel is alive
21. all of man is created in His^ image
22. the Mozart myth is a complete fabrication
23. the feminist movement is designed by men
24. there are no satellites orbiting earth
25. Facebook is a CIA asset
26. global warming is only propaganda
27. Saturday is the last day of the week
28. the Hubble space telescope is a lie
29. the cold war was strictly a propaganda war
30. the US never dropped 'nukes' on Japan
31. daily news is created/faked...daily
32. Sandy Hook never happened in reality
33. So called African Americans are the true Israelites
34. YAH Elohim rose up 'European' nations only to do His will against Israel
35. both mainstream Christianity & Islam did not enter into covenant with YAH Elohim
36. any number of mathematical formulas can model the "universe" such is Relativity theory
37. we are not evolving into a new 'conscious' era
38. nothing is new under the sun
39. we are not smarter today than the people of ancient time
40. there is no such thing as the Paparazzi
41. voting has never equated into any political outcome
42. the world is not as how it is projected
43. Santa Clause does not exist
44. public schools indoctrinate
45. western culture is a cult
46. it's natural to have more than one wife
47. musical masterpieces are created using safeguarded matrices
48. the 'cult of personality' is an abstract desire and illusion only (e.g. be like Eminem)
49. you do not go to heaven when you die
50. all will be judged on the last day by the most High and the son of Elohim

[patrown]

this aint time for preachin
rhyme or reason, hit the mark in its season
walk the line between treason and truth
demeanors and uses, frequently abused and,
lines that get walked through like quick sand
ya gotta have a quick hand in this land of thieves
leave your pockets empty like whores and ts
absorbantly morbid lines of death mark the time i kept
inside this mind inept and finding the line to step
i bind to strep, cough often and infect quickly
inspect sickly boats to send em off to the seas like albatrosses
count ya losses and dip like countless bosses

[High Voltage]

Pain is flawless. Hurt stands the tallest. It cripples love.
When you Swim with Sharks. Life in prison's a Ripple to a thug.
It's as simple as drugs gettin you high.
Haters just wanna watch you die,
Kleenex companies want you to cry, and the Bible's full of lies.
When will y'all realize that shit thrives on hatred.
I actually read it! That's how i arrived at that statement.
My mind ain't in a basement. I'm on reality's roof.
Fuck that fiery lake shit... Come swim in the Matrix Of Truth.
I watch football on sunday's while drinking Coors Juice.
Y'all spend yours Prasing Gods. Reading from the Book Of Slavery's Roots.

[Coup]

This is called over the hills where nothing happens.

The props I fetch
Rest in the pot I piss
No accomplishments (for this kid)
I got only condiments
Form the comps I get
Ignored by my rabbit reflex
I'm that text reject? (yes!)
Then call me from the harlots' dress
Barrow me from nights I missed N' mixed
With her scarlet breath (shit)
With my alphabet niche
The bonnet on her head?
Smelled of cigarettes and silt
(She said her friends would all drop by again)
Last summer her record says
Adept. All rotten wins against
My effort uninvolved in all this retrospect
In intoxicants friends, dead on arrival. Red

(mean old lady, you taught me to weap and moan...oh well)

[e11even]

A little less the old, present holds little more of the bolder me...
Spent so long holding on, when I let go, overload's were seen.
Overboard shark, each hark back was a woing fee,
So I smoke, explode n eat all foes owed for me smoldering.
Hot headed rhythmic ticks, no gauges/levers controlling leaks.
Potheaded pricks... no hate, just feeling like snipping off some petes...

[Split]

I'm not afraid of death. I'm scared to die a hypocrite.

[Abakus]

blowing up the game like the boston marathon
im the rotten vagabond thats gotta lotta tag-a-longs
ill drop an atom bomb on ya sorry asses once
i picked up an ounce of chron and then stopped to pack a bong
im always rapping bout incest and weird things
but still i get pussy like an infected piercing

[Abakus]

what came first the one great beat or the one great verse
the bong made me go blurgh
oh no!!! i did a sickie
spittin the spittley spit. spppppppppppttt. YEAH
Lazenbys my favourite bond
whats that whats that its a james bond podcast
chicken chow mein on the park with senior ducks
i jus ain giyin a fuuuk....
and trust me famalam you dont want to clash this
i will make you look like a spastic
cos your mum is fat
and smells like she washes with poo from cats
geronimo!!! horseless fool
autocue
tools with plugs
you get snuffed like illegal movies
see me i move like scrooge mc duck

[brokenhal0]

what the cluck chicken filet burgers amongst pigeons
sharpin gerbers on brick bridges flick lizards hide under rocks
its hot we drop like 6 digits perfected 9's outwit the simplistic
out spit the cobra legion high treason night thieving ice heathens
its cold outside freezein poltergeist lean in whisper in your ear
fight freedom these visions isnt clear rewind your inner fears to nice seasons
rice with glass pieces stash bleeders clash the hash browns is break fast leaders
lyrical warfare chessboard no king to protect in chaos rain shots
at nervous points to persuade clocks to obey the brain shock sun rot
fermentation raisin my manifestations are sugar sweet the nooks are deep
claws to hook your feet i seen your hoofs in your socks with your booger beak
creatures over took the streets we in the skys now flying pass saturns rings
the gavel swings travel to realms where no shadows are seen....