LETS KICK THIS OFF: *Freestyle Cypher Thread* (diss the man above you)

Whoever throws down first has got full props from me. Ya knowww I'm guna follow up on em

K I'mma try somethin different on this one...

A-hem...

Chillin' on the streets, tryin' not ta catcha felony, I'd rather catch a beat
But everywhere I go seems trouble follows me
But if you feel like I feel lil homie follow me
But this bish wants battle so blood it gotta be
Sorry homeboy but that's how it gotta be
Yeah, that's how it gotta be...

Look
I kill MCs before I even hear the beat drop
I smoke MCs like kush in the sweet spot
You been cold homie, me - me I'm still hot
Whether I'm travelin the world or posted in this same spot
You been got, you have not, I'm dro though, you just pot
I'm Patron right, you barely even Cuervo
I can get you mugged, just gotta give the say so
Your girl keep callin even though I said no ho
Say she want a real man, but I ain't really feelin in
Still chillin' on this beat, ina minute I be killin it
First I letcha build heat, then I be spillin it:
Guts, brains, lives, dames
I live for the glory, you died for the fame
I burn you in flames, my flow go insane, from membrane to end game, your flow way too tame
Please step off my level, you can't catch my game
I make bishes tremble, you make 'em complain
I never stopped ballin', like LeBron James
Like Jordan Micheal, it's the kill rapper cycle
I kill rappers wash rappers rinse and recycle
Bangin' on your head like I'm bangin on the beat, like I'm slangin' on the street
So your ish you can keep, cuz your goin' is weak
Ha
That'sa sweep!!

Your still hot like ice,
Spittin' with no better flow, you think your rhymes nice,
But seriously that has to be a no, how could you delight ?
I step into the arena, and start spittin' the real,
You catch one of my really 'cold' spit, and you get 'quick'ly-ill'
My body is stone, so I go hard, and your no more than steel,
See my tactics, and start to wonder, if its something you can steal,
You conceal, your own fate, by choosing, and leading, your own confinement,
Try to complain, but your the one who turned on, and sided,
Decided to front to me, and now you end up in back,
By the time you reach me, come up with your improved little rap .

microphone check microphone check 1, 2.. trying to make sure my reply will post. they tryn to Jack Robb for his Mack job

LMFAO! At u fake *** **** I know like they know and aint scared to say so, all u say blows. I'm a river you're a lake froze under snow, no flow. u stay slow I feed the seas where waves roll, where slaves rowed locked in a cage low wishing for graves though. I make foes its what I'm made "fo." my go stays go, til dawn and then some like day-glow. shoulda stayed home, coulda Slipped By Unnoticed. like SaBU u chose this. lil no-stik its hopeless. peeled flesh from your best but there's no depth just a hope chest, no heart. stay in when its dark or get ripped apart, slayed, not scarred. feathered and tarred tethered to a car to better my art.. admit it, u never was hard. play the cards and hear angel harps. on your mark, get set...ill stay u start.. u can't get far standing in awe with your jaw ajar as I speed off to the stars, but "ill be back" like the govenatarghhh...

Originally Posted by quickill

K I'mma try somethin different on this one...

A-hem...

Chillin' on the streets, tryin' not ta catcha felony, I'd rather catch a beat
But everywhere I go seems trouble follows me
But if you feel like I feel lil homie follow me
But this bish wants battle so blood it gotta be
Sorry homeboy but that's how it gotta be
Yeah, that's how it gotta be...4i

Look
I kill MCs before I even hear the beat drop
I smoke MCs like kush in the sweet spot
You been cold homie, me - me I'm still hot
Whether I'm travelin the world or posted in this same spot
You been got, you have not, I'm dro though, you just pot
I'm Patron right, you barely even Cuervo
I can get you mugged, just gotta give the say so
Your girl keep callin even though I said no ho
Say she want a real man, but I ain't really feelin in
Still chillin' on this beat, ina minute I be killin it
First I letcha build heat, then I be spillin it:
Guts, brains, lives, dames
I live for the glory, you died for the fame
I burn you in flames, my flow go insane, from membrane to end game, your flow way too tame
Please step off my level, you can't catch my game
I make bishes tremble, you make 'em complain
I never stopped ballin', like LeBron James
Like Jordan Micheal, it's the kill rapper cycle
I kill rappers wash rappers rinse and recycle
Bangin' on your head like I'm bangin on the beat, like I'm slangin' on the street
So your ish you can keep, cuz your goin' is weak
Ha
That'sa sweep!!

try something different? please do. you still suck the same like fleas do.your rhymes are mere lines u reuse. you'd learn more words than you've heard if you'd read books. u lack direction, how could u lead dude? u kill an m.c.? or get quickly killed by dub B. claim u spill but your rap is empty. your craft is iffy, another wannabe 50. you're hot Cuz I'm burning u up, like a shot after turning it up. if u wanna win u should be hurrying up. ****** bleed when I speak, your turn to be cut. ask smooth I freeze Mics even when the heat spikes. but you can read , right? so read... then write. your dry like an over-pimped *****. you bum, crumb from the floor, get your broom son and sweep up some more.talkin bout girls, what about yours? she's like, "ROBBMACK!? he's tight!" shes right. u can't rewind my rhymes they're wound right the first time. straight out da basement after raping Jason for an attempted escaping just to be his rapping replacement. no mask just real life. in my grasp a butchers mic. stained with blood from ages of war, and 100s of notches but who's keeping score. maybe the 100s of rappers who are rappers no more. norelco on my head and Mach on my balls, everytime my words are read an angel from heaven falls. then gets my number and calls and calls. be shocked be appalled, when god ***** a ***** she screams out, "oh Robb!" but I don't go for shine I go for mine. with doper rhymes, but don't close your mind, try something different next time ....

Holy ****... you gotta be kidding me.. who does this little ***** think he is? Hey kid, look at your ******* keyboard. See that key that says ENTER on it? Try using it. Dumb mother******.

Look...
I shouldn't even waste my time battling this goofy mother******. I dunno, all he did was write a paragraph. Maybe he's trying to write a book or something. I didn't even bother reading your **** it's terrible. **** it here I go anyway...


Your rhymes are just empty
You try to offend me, ***** you need a plan B
Like your mom needed Plan B when her stomach was empty
Instead a little **** grew, she named him Rob Mak
He was dirty and vile, brown and not black
The doctor saw him and gave him a smack
Started shovin' him back in his momma, the drama, "Get back
you ugly damn baby, the world isn't ready,
we don't need another runt, so get back in that ****!"
But Rob Maky wun't, woops I mean won't
So the doc put his hands round his throat and he choked
But then he felt an ounce of pity
So what if he's ******? The whole world is ******
So he dropped the poor baby on his head in the bed he was practically dead
He lived but retarted, his new life restarted

So this is the story of little Rob Makky
He don't got a daddy, his momma's a *****
Whose legs close and open more than a door
The beat hits the floor
He's comin for more
I storm in his house with a shot gun and pop one
Damnit I missed, but I blew off his arm
He's in a pink bedroom dancin to Ring the Alarm
This crazy mother****** belongs on a damn loony farm
But they prolly won't take him since now he's missin an arm
As blood spills like water, straight to the gutter
Your first rap was trash, so why write another?
***** you're lucky I even acknowledge your name
I wouldn't let your girl give me head in a field full of grain
Talkin' bout God son you must be insane
God played a joke on the world by creatin' your brain
You liar and virgin, you never had sex
Your reputation sucks, you get no respect
You don't put no work in so you don't get a check
You mention my name ***** you bout to get checked
Fore I wreck with this tech, you best hit the deck
You gay mother******, don't look at my ****
Look at the floor when I pass by, don't ask why
You're ugly even to a girl whose blind and has no eyes
But here's the surprise
He's suicidal, now just curl up and die

how can I respond? that was my last song, a sing along. like my track had respawned. but when it returned it was whack. Cuz it was scratched, it would skip beats repeat and play back. smoke crack kid, practice, youre craftless, develope habits good ones and bad ****. Cuz right now your trash *****. but you will live on with ring the alarm me and reppn thought that was the bomb, but that wasnt my arm, u shot of your mom. she was on my **** and about to ***

I could dis this guy but i think his rap says enough
He sucks, is this guy really thinking hes tough
*****, that isn't a rhyme, its the start of a book
I read it through once, wasn't worth the second look
You sit and brag about how you're having sex with his mom
But the only action you ever get is your **** in the CD-ROM
This whole threads a show, and you performed awfully
Next time you come around, remember the ENTER key

Alittle rusty .

All that I can say is, none has improved in a bit
Been gone for a minute, but its still all the same ****
No lyrical style advanced, or vocabulary enhanced
Like, can you guys please just focus on your writes, and less on your plans
Somehow I still wonder how RobbMack has come back
I mean, its not a 'Come-Back', but theres still things you lack

Not gonna name em' all, too much for you to comprehend
Its your end just drop before its too late, you can do it now while you can
Trust me, your flow is way off, not close to catch even if it had a good grip
But, me, well your not much of my time, but it seems like I can fit in

Originally Posted by _Nostik_Go_Hard

Alittle rusty .

All that I can say is, none has improved in a bit
Been gone for a minute, but its still all the same ****
No lyrical style advanced, or vocabulary enhanced
Like, can you guys please just focus on your writes, and less on your plans
Somehow I still wonder how RobbMack has come back
I mean, its not a 'Come-Back', but theres still things you lack

Not gonna name em' all, too much for you to comprehend
Its your end just drop before its too late, you can do it now while you can
Trust me, your flow is way off, not close to catch even if it had a good grip
But, me, well your not much of my time, but it seems like I can fit in

yo, kid.. don't throw fits. how you gonna shift gear with 'No-stick'?
is his flow sick? -vote slips thrown in, notice 'NO's-tick'ed.
I've dropped a lot of dope scripts. so slick. don't trip.
I called you a sheep so you cloned it.

you don't Go Hard. your blows 'glance' and go past
like you do when friends get bled in your own yard.
don't start. you'd get 'throne' out.. ain't close to majesty.
you've no heart for spars.. kano fatality

your steez seems obscene so you'll leave seeing stars fam.
you use a hand solo and jabber.. I 'lay-a' chick with my beast in her pit.. sarlacc.

I've only just come back and I'm already bored of him.
Nostik's lost it. won't return like this rap forum did.
he's got more flaws than I've got time to mention those.
'no-stick's flow is teflon.. when he tries to type 'telephone'.

Originally Posted by Saybers Lyricals

I could dis this guy but i think his rap says enough
He sucks, is this guy really thinking hes tough
*****, that isn't a rhyme, its the start of a book
I read it through once, wasn't worth the second look
You sit and brag about how you're having sex with his mom
But the only action you ever get is your **** in the CD-ROM
This whole threads a show, and you performed awfully
Next time you come around, remember the ENTER key

your performance was short and I like that fact.
you're shook on tablets and crashing like an ipad app.
my bars raise 'Saybers' and smash it like a swordbreaker;
I ripped his 'Lyricals' easy as torn paper.. you sought fame but you're nameless.
you're not a great danger but contemplate payment. accept defeat;
I dominate Saybers like a bokken blade trainer. send the fee.
you dispatched a diss rap to hit mack, resentful of steez.
forget about "the ENTER key", remember DELETE.

Nice comeback, but your a little whack to think i'd turn my back
When i could run through SBU like Usain Bolt on a track
I respect your skills, but see im a man who goes for kills
Straight up murder, no need to take you for thrills
So you bring the hostility and ill bring the artillery
If you step up to me, you'll end nothing but a memory
This is no longer a show, it dont matter what skills you yeild
Becuase your fighting on Saybers battlefield

^Tired as hell, so i apologize for how basic it is. Ill come harder next time around

you try to make friends when I rap and kill it..
but if I "turned my back" you'd plant a dagger in it.
nah I do turn my back.. your soft stuff's just slept on.
all that you said's wrong. you only bring wisdom when you accept loss.
rappers seem zombified but I aim for headshots.
something smells fishy; "kills"-'C.O.D' on his desktop.
Saybre's flopped like an impotent simpleton.
this hit 'bay-n-nets' it like a diligent fisherman.
I've gotta be mean but keep properly clean;
I'll put your mom's 'pet kitten' in the washing machine.
it's "no longer a show", it seems worse;
you can't freestyle and there's no chance to re-hearse.
My rapping is packed with the rapidest jabs,
"nothing but a 'memory"? I'm battering 'RAM'.
fam, you're wack.. no devotion.
"thrills" "on track" but you're riding my rollercoaster.
you're bringing less amusement. your threat's a rumor.
'G' forced' to the edge by my moves.. it's centrifugal.
you "run tracks"? stop it.
anything he 'hurd-lle' block him.
his "artillery" can't miss.. with no lit fuse.
and even with 'art-iller-ee'd.. still lose.
saybre's blade aint straight.. just a 'shove'll' bury him.
before greed sees him drowned in a fountain with a penny in.
you've not got the weaponry to back up the attitude.
'saybre's is only scab-'ard with battlewounds.

Yo SBU, the lines are so damn weak,
clearly you represent the small and meek,
I may be a little ****,
but's it's how my parents raised me,
My rhymes deliver so much more of an effect
while yours have so little affect,
If you would take little time,
before spittin a rhyme,
maybe you could be on my level,
but you can't, so dig ya grave, here's a shovel.....

@ Bowski

Watch your back homie
You're outta your league
I keep the heater in the summer got a trick up my sleeve
Got your girl by the weave
She hollerin' "let go"
"Hold on B come check my bunker in Waco"
Hope you're awake though
I'm cuttin your breaks yo
Then flip you off on the freeway
You're chasin I dip off, I'm runnin' on empty
You're slamin' your breaks and you slammin' your fendee
Fifty car pile up
Your words don't offend me
Your lyrics are weak that's puttin' it simply
Your verses are empty, so I'm condescending
Here lemme show you little boy how to rhyme affect with effected
I affected your sister cuz your girl weren't effective
But I passed on your moms cuz I hear she infected
I'm takin' your best bit and break it to pieces
My crew out your front door pulled up in Caprices
You screamin' save me Jesus
Plus you're wearin' caprees bish
You uffin' stupid
Your lyrics uncouth like you're rappin' toothless
Prepare for the pain cuz I deliver the truth kid
haHa

Yo QuickIll, come on, since when are you gonna be 'Ill' quick ?
I haven't see any lines pathetic, than some that Saybers spits
I could have done him, worse than I had to get rid of RobbMack
If I got the best of him, then I doubt that he would Mob Back
Bowski, with no keys to add to his rap,
What were you thinkin' ? Tryna' to come at this script, thinking that your all that, your trippin'
SameBullsh*tUncountably answered, huh Sbu ?
Bring me the horizon, with lyrics counterfeited from you
QuickIll, whats the matter ? You can't seem to impress
First put some brain in your rhymes, and, maybe you'll fantasize success
See Im the real thing, your just a stupid "Ill"-usion
You seem to struggle with my pieces, theres probably too much confusion

"rob mack.. mob back"? ..the scheme's alright.
I'm on that like bomb racks when I 'C-4'ced rhymes.
you use crude violence, this script is true fire..
you ain't blowing up; stuck untangling fusewire.
you lack support; too spineless. I'm too bright, the moves blind 'em.
moves like a battleship sinking a cruiseliner.
you're "counterfeit".. apart from that,
you 'counter-fits'.. diazepam.
it's simple.. it's the difference between Nas and a Nos' album.
once you were knocked out an'.. now keep peering over your shoulder- Nos'talgia?
Nos'-'ticks' thinking 'wheres all the time gone?'
he 'awkwardly shuffles' and blames 'faulty ipods'.
the kid is timid, hid his lyrics when called out;
it's the "Same Bull".. you don't 'matter-dor'mouse.

@ Nostik

Wherever I'm at girls argue who I leave the place with
Me and the owner of the club on a first name basis
Gotta girl of each color never call me a racist
Your style is weak man it's needin' a facelift
Still callin' me Ill Quick man what's the basis
Your lyrics are fake mine so real you can taste this
Where other rappers go soft I fill in the blanks with
I pour my soul in my lyrics call it open heart transplant
I see you plottin' on me but unfoldin' your plans can't
So I just make you look stupid as you do a face plant
I'm runnin' in circles doin' what they can't
So please exit the room and make room for the elephants
Your flow got a little bit better but you're lackin in relevance
The realest in the room and I'm countin' you absent
Till I'm the only one left and there's no one to battle 'gainst

Quickill i heard your a quick pumper
i spit sick game ur girl wants me to hump her
i never run but my bullets are first to fly
i've never kissed a guy, im sure you'd be the first to try
gun sparks, trails blazin like portland
im not with the bull dog, no fortland
i run this rap game you can try and chase though
i can tell ur mad, i can see it on your face bro
i dont battle rap, i hope this is good enough
and if you tryna find me look in the hood and stuff