there's not much battle rapping going on here at the moment so let's cypher eh?
anyone welcome to join in. read forum rules before posting.
back and forths/response is encouraged, as is positivity.
I'll start it off...
this an open cypher for the focused writers
who broke the silence with pride like a load of lions.
these raps are rawww when we vocalize them,
beasting so hard it isn't even known to science;
never 'fell off', took it far past normal limits.
I 'fel'on'.. broke the laws of physics.
props to my fam from Iran to the North Pacific,
or to be more specific.. to every friend and enemy, to All The Lyrics.
the beat's street as Dre-goes, not 'rock'y as Drago's,
this art's from the heart like when kids paint a rainbow.
so behold a passion that's as old as atoms.
the shine's bright like my soul's a lantern.
this needs spirit in it. rhetoric's a benefit.
gun thugs forgot that the nerds are the weaponsmiths.
I'm hitting an L-training like Dondi did.. graff legend.
nowadays tag spreaders acting like Cap's better.
my lines are on the reel, no fish tales.
the A&Rs with open arms aren't in scale.
I'm un'Cage'd.. cops 'Raid-an' it's Mortal Kombat,
the rumble humbles thunder.. a force beyond that.
sub-zero punches, my pen game's colder.
I sat and pad bashed on MK Ultra.
this text's fresh but I'm doper on the microphone.
It's vital flow like firehose and focused as a sniper scope,
I met a girl on the web, she was fly when I spyd'er though.
she cut me off; I get more head than hydra growth.
Ay.. I'll break it down like the worst vandal..
I hit the books so hard that the words scatter.
I support the underground like the earth's mantle.
you're sleepin' on the underground? ..dirt nappers.
what? ..modern pop rappers hurt standards.
I keep on keepin on; it's perfect if my works earn canvas.
flip scripts, gripped since since the first chapter.
and take all the praise like perverse pastors.
I 'parr'.. even got 'rap' learned backwards,
hate backfires ..like a cursed magnum.
flow's so hot call the verse magma..
the day that my fire dies, it'll burn phantoms.
uh...
my apetite's right there in black and white, big as permed pandas.
..on some 'word is born then flirts with the nurse' swagger.
[copyright christopher osborne 2012]