Siccness Cypher

[-TiM C-]

lets get a cypher crackin.. bust dope shit, diss ppl, have rhymes about topics, whatever... just drop your dopest shit..


the rap game is serious, shit is nothin to joke-bout/ im the MC 'handin you L's' like a generous cat at a smoke-out/ no-doubt, any rap i spat-was-raw/ first bar was tha jab, im bout to crack-his-jaw/ platiunum-bars, rap attack attached-wit-some-SARS/ yall cats is 'outdated' like a mothafuckin 8 track-in-a-car/

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

1st drop...

Just fuccin round here, Ima drop some major heat a lil later...

Im Sicc Wit It, the lil' nigga reppin DTC //
I might be only 5'3 but I rhyme like Im something like 9 feet //
Dont let the hieght fool ya, what I lacc there I make up when I spit //
The kinda lyrics I shoot thru yo ribs makes it seem like im 12'6 //
Fucc 2-bit-beats, I only rap over the siccest of symphonies //
Droppin hits like Alicia Keys, verbally vicous enough to eat thru you spiritually //
Claimin I dont pacc heat, Niggas follow me like Im a lyrical messiah //
Youre a burnt out match and Im a 4 alarm fire //

 

[L.K.D]

stick to your own rhymez cause mine are glued to ma brain/
sometimez i feel crazy cause lately i dont even know ma name/
actin like hellraiser leavin flesh to dust /give me 45 secondz cause i love to bust / you wanna talk about gunz / i got twenty twoz / ma you sick till you have the run'z / and fa sure homeboy that noaint fun / got leakin out the walls of your house / i open this shit up like your girls blouse.

whose that clown jumpin out tha box
it aint jack in tha box
is them scraps tryinna slang rockz in tha hood
fuck dat i roll thiz fooz up like some sockz
you tryinna spit with that radio shack mic in your blockz
fuck your whole persona
tryinna make a comeback like you was soccer star maradona
im lkd quick to put you in a comma
is all gangsta nigga make you vomit
i laugh at you scraps like you was some comicz.

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Im a blacc demon eatin everyhting ya seein when ya dreamin //
When Death starts his reapin, Im the reason its you hes receivin //
It aint Jesus...some call me the Sandman cuz I can getcha when ya sleepin //
By the time you wake up youre already a quadra-palegic //
Ima damned if Ima be a statistic of that Cali deceased //
So I stay strapped when I sleep, walk the streets carrying heat //
Put 2 c's after words when I speak, verbally Im 6 feet deep //
Defeating me in a battle is like tryna read the matrix computer screen //

 

[Xiao 'Velvet]

Call the crufix on hand, no wait back to the nuise//Grab the clips & back to the drawing board let loose//hi strung emotions with glocks and no need to aim//Im the reason that it comforts a cold soul to put his fist to a dame//Yes lable me the retribution for darkness, chicken soup for the dead//Sample ya heart with a grit of my teeth on ya carcus, stomachs get fed//Pulled and plujed with envy like snakes//dsitract myself from the sorrow on ya face, resign in hate//Devide the corpses after the morge releases stench for barriel//Pharoe of the lost sin, barrowed beneath the trenches of sachiel//

 

[WcMalice]

I'll do my dirt for the Devil only if I get to sample the garden, niggas drinkin OE and dont realize the funk that they startin, but I'm off that forbidden fruit so for now consider yourself fortunate, that type of shit that stink up the car even before you open it, the transaction was 2 grams of that Westcoast fire for my Andrew Jackson, my homie put that sack and some vegas in my hand and we got the shit crackin, cuz this nigga Malice rolls blunts tighter than bitches without they cherry popped, and if a motherfucker comes between me and my greenery he's fit to get carried off, to the hospital, cuz it's not possible for you to recognize the Hoody Mafia Devil, creepin with red eyes and my black clothes through the motherfuckin ghetto.

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

here'z a lil sumthin for you folkz who are fiendin-for-flowz/
im leavin-my foez like a porn star'z dick.... beaten-N-blowed/
no reason-to-show weakness, in fact, i dont even possess-it/
this whole board iz full of crap, so im here to correct-shit/
im wreckless, bombin on tha first bitch in my radial-vision/
cuz they're fake like Cash Money's weak ass radio-gimmickz/

 

[MrDontGIVEaFUCK]

Fuck this board, it WAS tight, now half the shit is whack//
Why Spit to that, all yall bitches cry, i rather hit the crack//
I'm here now, so might as well stay give you a lesson//
I'm a threat muthafuckaz, so you live while stressin//
My sin is a blessing, MY rhymes turned to a gift//
My lyrics be like grills, they juss burn so swift//

i'm outie

 

[CURT B]

i was gone for a minute but now i back-in-it//
excused from rap cuz i was in a accident//
hit a deer on the freeway and rolled-5-times//
if y'all was puppet masters u couldnt pull-my-lines//
they cemented-fa-life//
screamin my words out, intendin-to-type//
suspendin-ya-site wit vicious-sypher-time//
leave y'all diminished-like-ur-rhymes//
so until u can take-the-heat//
get off this thred cuz ya way-too-beat..

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Yall claim the board is wacc, but yall cats aint helpin the cause //
rhyme styles so weak, youd get the shit beat out ya by KoDogg //
I feel like a king, in a crib full of little kids //
Some times I question this sites existence, full of dude with little diccs //
I C a lot of complanin and cryin, very lil sicc typin n keystylin //
Feel lile I was sent down from above, to ressurrect this board from dyin //
Im still tryin...if I C one dude siccer than me, I promise Ill leave //
I pacc the most heat and spit the most clean, yall other dudes got weak knees //

Haha...no beef at anyone, just tryna liven shit up. ~`1`~

 

[-TiM C-]

in a cypher ill snipe-ya, ignite-tha beef's i was in-before..
fuck a battle, i'll begin-tha-war/ wack MC's get put in intensive.. relentless, it costs to be tha boss, shits expensive/ poisonous-shit, you gonna need ya boys-and-ya-bitch.. 'shrinkin ya down' like steroids-to-ya-dick/ ya got no skills off tha dome.. anything tight? you write-that, bite-that/ spit shit so hot it melts down the polar ice-caps/ and all of KK can test, 4 of em come? 4-of-em-die.. guaranteed i "spill they guts" like a body bag wit a hole-in-the-side!!!!

 

[CURT B]

like O.P.P. i make ya wanna say-hey// grab the big load a steal known as the AK and spray it at the KK//y'all betta make-way..im pavin-a-path// and n e one in the way will be hatin-my-wrath// its been waitin-to-blast..happy-trigger// but ya life is 'cheap' to me like crappy-liquor..i'll 'thread'-the-'cypher'// crush the damn verses and behead-the-writers..headless-rap-men// spirits is murdered too, its recklace-blastin// damn, the message-flattens all u fags interceptin-actions..bitin-some-shit// ya some 'girls interupted', slicin-ya-wrists..

 

[L.K.D]

is the hispanic with big nutz / fresh off the market like a pair of shoez / some of ya niggaz broke tha rulez / like snoop dog you caught a case / cause you was in tha wrong place / aint no tellin when im gone cause i alwayz come back with an ace / i swallow some toxic waste / and spit some lyrical shit back in your face/ i dont give a fuck if ma recordz are played / cause im the realest nigga ever made

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

itz funny, muthafuckaz wanna team-up-againzt-us/
but got no solidarity like a prenup-that'z-ripped-up/
you G'z-suck-just-give-up, you wannabez-cant-hang/
u can call me tha ice man cuz im gonna-freeze-ya-brain/
leavin you with no thoughtz, a verbally-blank-mind/
besidez, you're already weaker than terminally-shanked-spine/
why are you two clownz trying to start-more-beef?/
Tim and Curt, you bitchez act like your heartz-dont-leak/
you claim you can rip us, but Biggz and i already-took-you/
we came out like a fuckin oxymoron and steady-shook-foolz/
but fuck it, keep steppin up and bring your ignorance-with-you/
we'll see how far acting like a boy with a clitoris-getz-you/

wow. a lot of hostility towardz us huh. LoL.

KROOKED KONCEPTZ BITCH!

 

[KODOGG]

KODOGG - Thats right bitch I knock ya out in one line - One time all you need to see that KODOGG take mo' then a wacc rhyme //
Battle me 'n then I Fine~ya fo' wacc shit that shouldnt havnt even been spit - 'n thats it //
Nothin else to be said - Cuz my rhymes will lyrikaly~rape~you~dead //
One Verse 'n you find you find your only protection in a black truck located in a wooden hurse //
Lyricaly cursed - Man ya snatched off the Flowz Board 'n pick~pocketed like a ol' lady's purse //


Somethin off ma dome..

 

[meezatine]

for u niggaz who dont think i come wit heat/a quick intro to drop sum sav shit as an oree en tation/chek this flowout by the end ull no ..even if u took a peep/ u cud see my true skillz change thru diferent formations/this forum has become inflicted by wut i say an see is bitches writin descriptions tub of lard named fat j/to be so fat is a sin pic a card any card u still wont win.. a cake/ cuz i no thats wut your lokkin for just to take a break/of rappin an go back to your true duties gettin slapped an murdered/your a hoe nothin more or less workin for sum quarters/by the hour just a fat coward who cant step/ been scared since sumone told him hes to fat to rep/he ran home outta breath an cried like a pussy on his bed/ so i had to end his miz or ee. an capped him till i was outta lead cuz i wanted to no fosure that fool was dead BODY BLOWN UP TO SMITHEREENZ/ atleast theres one bitch off the forum list/send em all to me I dont miss till they all rest in peace.

 

[CURT B]

i leave u wit a slugged-shirt// u make like elton john and get 'butt-hurt'..this shit get 'fatal', fuck a 'nyghtmare'//spit some new shit and people might-care// i rip u so bad u be sayin 'type-fair'..i aint cheatin// take the beaten// even tho its worse than a poundin wit an 'easton'..blow! base-knock// clear cutt swing to leave yo face-'rocked'..now fatal is labeled pantera// im the realest rapper in this damn-era..pay attention, get-some-tips// like a cat wit out a tongue, miss-some-licks//this-dumb-shit..dont hit licks-at-all// get hit wit this spit-and-fall..get-out-the-game//u aint no fatal nyghtmare, i'll scare the shit-out-ya-name..

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

This kid flows cold, but enough heat to singe the hairs on top of ya dome //
Left this site's members prone, when I stormed in and took ova the throne //
Yall crowned ya champs and what not, but Sicc Wit It wasnt registered then //
Stop off ya flows wit blood clots, spit lyrical 187's to ya head //
I could gives a fucc bout KK, leave their weak ass enemies stained with pain //
Ima maintain my reign, inject AIDS into my opponens veins //
Speak my 2 cents, leave verbally vicious comments, oppose the vets //
Go head and take bets, betcha by the time Im done with this this'll be the best site on the whole net //

Again...no beefs wit noen of yall niggas. ~`1`~

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

look at Curt, he'z uzin old and cheap played-out-linez/
wishin people would think they're tight, hopin they-doubt-mine/
i spray-out-ninez, that leavez bitchez-like-curt-frightened/
leavin your ass sliced N charcoaled like tha tip-of-a-burnt-knife's-end/
so tha question.... Curt-B, hurt-me? not-with-those-linez/
cuz i get em lookin like a dead watch.... stopped-in-no-time/
i got-tha-gold-rhymez.... and im right here to type-em-quick/
this iz a cypha-bitch, why u sittin there tryna write-a-diss?/
hahahaha do az u wish, but your shit juzt aint cuttin-it/
meanwhile my shit'z like a fine bitch.... sumthin u aint fuckin-wit/
since this aint a battle ima end this right here, right-now/
hoping you realize u cant beat us, and let tha beef die-down/

 

[CURT B]

at first it was jus to livin-up-the-cypher// now im gonna smoke u, u rolled up as i lightin-the-lighter..sparked-up// take one puff and im done wit this mark-fuck..talkin bout i write-my-shit// i'll flow and u can lace the gloves up and fight-my-shit..u still-gonna-lose// my skill's-on-the-loose and waitin to rip-shit// leave this-'bitch' wit a ripped-clit from my big-dick// shit-kid u get 'dismissed'..call u MTV// i'll murder u wit 9 before u empty-3..it was friendly at first, now this shits-gone-sour// KK is powerrangers and ur 'dissed-on-power'..the pink-one, wit a dick-in-ya-ass// u stink-son, get kicked-in-ya-raps