Gangsta Cyphaz

[Sininen Sotilaz]

Aight, freestyle some crazy gangbanging shit with 4 bars & 8 lines, knah mean? Y'all continue after the one who freestyled before ya...

I'm pissed off cuz I ain't got my motherfucking mind right//
People die by dem driveby's, gunshots and knife-fights//
I hit back on every motherfucking gangs tryna wack me//
Crush 'em fucking faces with a bat, faggots I'm cracking//
Attack me? I'm Tupla-S, I shoot y'all def N poop on queff//
Leaving motherfuckers on the ground, that I put on death//
Who's now left? I kill em all by one, I smoke em like weed//
Till all motherfucking cows die not having the grass they need//

 

[x-kalibur]

decent shit...

 

[Lil Rebel]

...continue...

I be that nigga on the block the with nine up on his hip
thought i was the neptunes how i be grindin with the clips
and i ain't talkin about them rappers from virginia
i'm talkin about poppin them in and puttin sumtin in ya
Rebel bangin the youngstas with the rest of the crew
hollows filled with explosives whats a vest gonna do
nothin...the game's over i spit tighter than a virgin
but keep sumtin that'll open your chest like a surgeon...

keep it going

Richtown biyaatch

 

[CURT B]

like a surgeon i search-in ya stomach//
ya intestins is fulla bulletts so i begin-ta-pump-it//
while u begin-ta-plummit i hold-ya-heart//
squeez-it then eat-it cuz ya stole-my-bars//
hack inta ya system in fill it fulla-sars//
ima savage bastard wit no-regards//
im so-in-charge, ima tha general of-this-thread//
cock back tha strap and fill ya u up-wit-lead//
let off tha shots and aint stop til sumthin's-dead//
sets, blocc, and cops, man fuck-tha-feds//
blow off a muthfucin hundred-heads//
causin massacres//
blast a faggott-first wit tha baddest-verse//
deprive his life wit tha maddest-words//
no sympothy yet, that aint half-tha-worst//
i grab-his-herse and leave it packed-wit-dirt//
so when hes burried he cant get to tha after life afterwards//
if u aint feelin me then u a fuckin-mark//
we can settle tha score wit war, tha blood-can-start//
its mismatched, its guns-ta-darts//
u a bitch wit tha needle tips, im waitin fa tha fun-ta-start//
u actin like u cummin-hard but ya dick-is-soft//
u a snitch, bitch, go get-tha-cops//
fuck it, this shit-is-off cuz im tired and this when tha rippin-stops..

 

[Lil Rebel]

Not yet... nigga this is where the rippin starts
hollowtips get spit at marks, hit his chest, and rippin hearts
leaving your vision dark, next stop the devil's house
police come when Rebel's out cuz I got that metal out
I'm from the ghetto, it ain't nothin you could do to me
Nothin here is new to me, I spit hot shit fluently
Matter of fact I'll shoot you till no more fluid leak
Then show up at your funeral and kill who'll read the eulogy
True to game cuz that game has been true to me
Richmond, California where niggas shoot 2-2-3's
Your fam left flowers and candles right where you used to be
I'm from the gates better known as "The Manor"
I'll have niggas with lead in the piss puttin shells in their bladder
I put the nail in the coffin when I'm bangin them hammers...

Keep it going
Richtown

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

Norteno based land, i take standz against my enemiez/
fools begin to see they dont stack up like that fool Mini Me/
shotgun pumpz, dumpin slugz in the opposition's mask/
all fruity scrapz just become a bunch of lossed & missin fagz/
i got the mission map, how to invade enemy territory/
shit gettin very gory, givin foolz NYGHTMAREZ like a scary story/
im untouchable.... my set "repz" harder than weight lifterz/
theze wetbackz get set back, you foolz keep hatin and stay bitter/

havent posted shit in a while and just decided to kick sumthin short.

 

[Gothomrida]

~If you blood or cuz if you fuckin with my blood cuz
~You gon have to shed blood cuz
~I'm lobbin slugs in the air like alley oops
~I gladly shoot knockin niggaz out they bally boots
~G-lock, c-ocked ready to send niggaz to pre op
~Blowin hoes out they reeboks, snipin from treetops
~Midwest mobster like speedknot have ya holler fa c-ops
~When the streets spot ya weak spot it'll make ya knees knock
~They'll put me in a place where the jackets' straight
~You don't want the glock to prematurely ejaculate
~I pack enough heat to melt a snowman
~Have a 44 to ya back like you was Derrick Coleman
~Gd, vice lord,crip, what ever type of thug
~I'll have all ya shirts red from the sight of blood

 

[CURT B]

from tha sight of blood i have tha tightest thugz passin while they gaspin from they lifeless lungz//
take other emcees and light em up//
ya simple script is shit, that why u suck//
i kick shit wit a complication//
so in depth that when i spit text i stomp tha nation//
as gotham stated we sprayin cats up out they reeboks//
then we takin they chains, caine, and g-shocks//
my streets hot on east hills of tha south bay//
leave ya slumped ina trunk witcha mouth taped//
im all about papes so i hustle fa dough//
runnin from poes afta my thunder's exposed//
im 17 but on tha blocc ima hundred and fo'//
thats vet status in tech classes in case ya wonderin bro

 

[L.K.D]

brakin neckz with bulletz carved in your body like tattoo's/
comin in different shapez like signatures/
check ma ghetto scriptures sinkin canoe's/
blowin the mic/
like granades blowin iraki door's/
who pop slugs /
kickin it with bigger thugs /
doin drugs and fuckin shit up /
bitchez talkin bout rockin gucci/
hoez bleedin after we hit tha coochie/
is all good hoez aint killin me with lookz/
sexually active ? bitch i rather look at ma rhyme bookz/
is all gangsta no doubt/
peace mothafucka im out/

 

[Lil Rebel]

...continue...

I'm the type of nigga that'll let the gage bust
straight to your back and make your shoulder blades touch
you can't fade us shootin fifty bullets a minute
puttin more holes in your body than an acupuncture clinic
I'm in it to win it and I won't settle for less
You can strap on a vest I'm known to put metal to necks
Rebel's the best in the bay you niggas ain't competition
When we war in the streets we make sure your whole block is missing
With no pot to piss in...I was raised in the streets
Drink a bottle of Bombay and late nights blazing the heat
Who wanna throw flames at me...I'mma go hard at niggas
Cuz I got heat for everyone of you cold-hearted niggas

Keep it going
Richtown

 

[CURT B]

im cold hearted wit no garbage inside my flow cartridge//
my dome's hardened and fit fa war//
on tha blocc wit rocks, cops, and clips galore//
got marks aint knowin wut tha trigga's for//
pull it! and if u aint gonna than drop tha strap//
but wit that comes tha loss of ya doggs that gotcha back//
cuz they all ridin from beginnin ta end//
from raps ta straps ta tha pigs and tha feds (fuck em!)//
catch six in tha head (cuzzin) i live wit tha dead//
cuz we all fit ta die//
so i fend off bent cops, load my clip and ride//
if i live ta die than why live?//
simple question, simple answer, my pride bitch

 

[Law]

I bring a hardcore Kansas city mentality to the table..
Unstable, ready willing and able reaching for the caine..
Biblical migraine migration taken pain to civilization..
Taken like fire in the sky, alone with mickey tipsy, watching my soul fly...
Staying in that live and let die mindstate and losing my fate to hate..
Abusing humans out of ignorance, hurting my self no chance for repentance..
My life sentance isn't to be unruly, but living in this world, its the only way to be..
The wolrd is a stage and the streets calls the shots, can't show heart or the streets call you soft...
Being tested from minute to minute, digging your own grave, stupidity has no limits ..
It don't matter what you intended once its commited..
Stand up for your self while you can, before your laying in it...

 

[EaStWoOD]

intro:
WUT UP GANGSTA!!!
wood locc rip out ya vocal cordz and SHANK YA//
u should kno that i affiliate wit danga,kill ya fam-i-ly n friendz and then ill frame ya//
cuz u lame bruh//

but on the real i cause damage wit ease//
leave ya intestines lookin like a ham samich wit chesse//
bring shaq 2 his knees,i vacuum MCz,cuz im the real deal//
still will,kill u wit a steel drill,wet ya like a real seal//
my skillz will,intimidate,eliminate,the real and fake//
just gimme a brief moment 2 demonstrate//
humiliate any bg,og...cuz them succaz no me,but none can out-flo me//
so please,ring the sirenz,my rymes is violent//
my own homies wont even approach me if im not smylin...

juss fuccin round wit da text thang

 

[x-kalibur]

GOOD TO SEE YA POSTIN EASTWOOD

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

fuck the lame shit, i let the gage rip to make this trick a slain bitch/
this fool's gay like dick to anus, the clips i spray wit are pistol payments/
stick your frame wit shots from glocks to pop brains like collars/
from no names to ballas, you need more than hate to stop us/
i break neckz and leave headz hangin, formation shaped like commas/
and get away clean, street smart but believe we aint no scholars/
im reppin for my hood, lookin good bout to leave more deceased/
this one's for the East, Norteno territory, big Gilas Forest Street/

 

[Gothomrida]

~Fuck the big talk, muthafuckaz get they shit sparked
~Bust shots at paralyzed niggaz now they really"crip walk"
~I let they guage spit, throw jabs that leave ya face split
~Faggot quick makin up shit ya hoes and gon break shit
~I'm on some snub nose fuck hoes killem all shit
~Y'all on some love hoes rub nose lickin all clits
~I leave muthafuckaz Trapped like pac in 91
~The time has come I spark so much I blind the sun
~Take the shit to the streets fuck banging on wax
~I punch the ground with steel fist like my name was..um.. Jax
~I know muthafuckaz in the streets slanging them cracks
~Flamin them gats aim at ya back brains in ya lap

 

[CURT B]

*wit BRAINS IN YA LAP ya really THINK WITCHA DICK*
*put ya DICK INA CLIP and SPIT SIXTEEN INA BITCH*
*thats the only weapon u holdin, thats as real as u get*
*thats why on tha blocc everyone is stealin ya shit*
*gotchu squeelin and shit, screamin fa help*
*while 14 homeboyz are depletin ya health*
*wit 44's and AR-15's in they belt they stompin away*
*your a SUNKEN SHIP, LOST IN THA BAY*
*rolled up ina black trash bag wit a rag in ya mouth*
*gaggin u out while u sinkin hella fast to tha ground*
*its tha hood so there aint bein a witness*
*grab a CORAL REEF PILLOW cuz u gon SLEEP WIT THA FISHES*

 

[Lil Rebel]

Sleep with the fishes and end up becoming some shark food
I spark tools that'll make Tommy Hill a dark dude
My heart's cruel...I possess no feelings inside my chest
So if its war you want I slide the clip in inside my tech
I ride for the West...Rebel would put the nine to your neck
Ain't no polygraph for these bullets that'll make you lie with the rest

fuck I'm tired
keep it going