Siccness Cypher

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

you still goin? bitch when-ya-gonna-learn?/
keep talkin shit knowin KK will stick-ya-in-a-urn/
you couldnt handle just two-of-us.... you want tha whole krew-to-bust?/
it'z fagz like you who make an emcee start lozin-lust/
cuz your shit iz dispicable.... weaker than a retard with muscular-distrophy/
ill snipe you out right now, then go back in time and start huntin-yer-history/
you're nothin-but-shit-to-me, i know everyone else iz on-tha-same-page/
you ever seen a free fall accident? you're gettin dropped-tha-same-way/

fuck it im tired. im going to sleep haha. good shit Curt.

 

[CURT B]

fa show fatal..lol..

 

[meezatine]

fatal dont get teary eyed bout this one.. u just sumthin to rap about

fatal if I was u id blast my head off wit your wak ryhmez/but that wudnt come close to doin teh job so i adda just my flowz from teh 9 25/get it over wit so many booz down your spline got u thinkin u hotter teh me curt an sicc wit it combined/ u just craked out when im done wit u it will all just be a blur/thinkin u saved out cuz one nigga said u where/so stop it i aint tryin to cauze beef but uzin u as my topic/ so loc in an pop clipz so i can end his mizoree / 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.

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Keepin it goin...

Cause uncomfortable feelins, thats my heat that gotcha wigglin //
When the blood starts spillin, catch me revealin the identity of my siccness //
One of the realest...stepped to the mic and and begin my lyrical prayers //
Catch me on prime time, starrin in "Sicc Wit It the Rhyme Slayer" //
Peel bacc my original layer...find my insides aint nothin pretty //
I spit some nasty shit just like 2 niggas kissing //
Both lyrically and physically I demand to be the most respected //
Im undefeated in battle raps, murda every one of my last contestants //
Words leave you decrepid, worse than when gangsters be flexin they weapons //
Im so Gawdly...even if I shot up a church I'd go to Heaven //

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

it'z like damn.... everybody wantz a piece-of-me/
first Tim, then Curt, and now this bitch Meezatine/
cant forget Sicc-Wit-It, that bitch can lick-my-dick/
fuckin with me iz like takin laxativez, you're gettin-shit/
i'll open up on theze muthafuckz, watch em hit-tha-deck/
by fuckin with me, how do u expect to get-respect?/
i'll slit-ya-neck, inject pain like it wuz penicilan/
im bringin tha tight folkz up with me , tha rest-im-killin/
ya bezt-be-willin to take a plunge if you challenge-me/
cuz u bout to get dropped to tha earth from our galaxy/

 

[KODOGG]

Here's a spit ima do.. it might turn out long or short.. beatz me..


I put ya 6~Feet~In - Every time Im tryin They~Kick~Me~Then Trick~me into thinkin they my real~friends //
Thats why you dont trust noone - Love jus begens 'n a couple years later - jus~ends //
Ya get nothin out the deal~then they come back 'n take your money 'n pick off everything to your last~meal //
So I end up bein poor again 'n resort to the past~'n~steal //
'n then ya got no where to look for help cuz no dawg can relate how you~feel //
So ya end up pushin back~steal - Your brains~stains the wall~panes //
Fames~nothin if you got somethin' - Called a family - Down to your fuccin last cousin //
Cuz they come back 'n take ya cash, hash, 'n yo gurlz ass //
He got my money but he aint me - Isnt that what matter's~honey? //
No.. It dosnt.. They dont give a fucc about you......


Yeah im pretty ucced up.. heh... depressed too... listenin to Nail in the Coffin by Eminem.. listen to that beat and u might feel this abit more..

-Breath- ~Stick To Gether~

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Meezey spit it correct, combine massively talented emcees like me, Tim, and Smurf and beatin KK aint no sweat //
Leave any wacc rapper who doesnt keep my name out they mouth full of sinful regrets //
But I give all respect, use words full of purpose to destroy when forced //
Underestimating my siccness causes for yall dudes to get torched //
The Siccness' resident warlord, so high above yall niggas I roam the clouds //
i spit like a title bout, use my lungs full capacity to shout, verbally knocc ya lights out //
One word of bacc talk, spit so much towards ya way that I cause for ya body to drown //
Lyrics more complicated than baccwards Siamese Twins gettin flipped upside down //

Holla bacc. ~`1`~

 

[CURT B]

kodogg ya flows-off// call u 'charmin' cuz u so-soft..ya new style is killin-u-dogg// so me and a select few is flowin and sealin-u-off..get locked-out// u like 'boykins' on 'shaq', u boxed-out..get outta-the-key// im bout-ta-release an onslaught thats non-stop and will rip ya outta-ya-fleece..i'll kill u on your-court// im the new army, u the 'old navy', blow ya outta ya board-shorts..u ashes-now// i stayed cool before but now im lashin-out// grab the dick again and put it back-in-mouth..just playin, jus some shit to heat-this-up// wut do chaos, meezatine, and kodogg have in common? each-kid-sucks!

lol jus some shit to bring some heat on this shit..no real funk..

 

[KODOGG]

Curt man quit that shit hurt... Umm.. What else rhymez?? LOL gimme a min or 2 ill get somethin!!

Nvm not in the mood.. Ill get ya bacc haha

 

[CURT B]

lol ok?

 

[OaK-DeeP]

THIS GOES OUT TO THIS FAG WHITE KID AT MY SCHOOL WHO IS NERDY AND WANNA RAP.HIS CREW IS CALLED "KING'S POSSE" lmao

kings posse? man, ur crew is wack, and sad, and/
judgin for the name this crews into "dungeons and dragons"/
what fuckin block do u rep??? really im curious/
cuz if a fake nerd reps the hood real cats be gettin serious/
if u want a chance, lose ya glasses and political club/
break out knives, fuckin have ur arms whittled to stubs/
ur not a night ryder, ur moms says "into bed at 8"/
you fuckin typed ur rap, damn ur shits already ate...

 

[MrDontGIVEaFUCK]

With all yah bitches goin at it, i got time to bust back-
With the exception of Fatal and Tim, yall juss whack-
Even tho tim a bitch , boy got skills at rap and suckin dick-
Curt told me bout how he swallows a load and fuckin licks-
Must be shit they like, For i'm all bout bitches and hoes-
Started poor, hustled and now bout riches and flows-
Snitches get holes, leavin them lookin like Swiss chesse-
Fuck Tim, and stop with the PM's askin for a Kiss please-



Krooked Konceptz

 

[CURT B]

fuck u bitch sayin-im-whack// im a 'ounce' of 'weed', ur weighin-'dime-sack'// portrayin-mime-acts..stay stuck-in-a-box// way-trapped in fake-glass where u be suckin-some-cocks..shit, like u got-skills// left layin there like the 2-cops 2-pac-killed..im lyrikally-gold// hear-it-be-told as this queer-bitch-be-rolled..smoke ya bitch ass like-a-philly// u faker than fake, talkin bout murderin me when u wont even try-to-kill-me..mark-bitch// start-shit wit ya computer but now ya need a new cartridge// ya rhyme scheme is 'partridge'..KK is the family// im hated by y'all, i know u cant stand-me..thats why i do it, to piss-u-off// like daytons in menace to society i'll rip-u-off// like ya broken T.V. in ya box, ya spits-too-'OFF'

 

[-TiM C-]

spit hot, find a target and flames-is-engaged/ been gone from tha cypher for a minute, now i see that names-bein-named/ well if thats how its goin-down, im not just flowin-now/ im'a expose tha wackness that most of these cats dont know-about/ Mistah MVP aka Biggz been fake-from-tha-first-round/ remember tha BART board? your audio? got clowned so hard you had to take-ya-verse-down/ your record label, LP, and any other talk of rap is nothin-but-dreamin/ to some-im-a-demon, how we gonna battle when your too busy suckin-down-semen/

 

[L.K.D]

yo we pullin names out tha hat ? / im known to expose thiz lyrical bombz / you mothafuckaz feelin raw like cavemen / i gotta talk about this little kidz / fuck mezatinee so place your bidz / stick thiz mothafucka with the heat / leave you deceased / feel it comin from a lyrical beast / you want a soft landin better use a damn parachute / cause your life is not acute / talkin shit on tha mic and you tryinna sound cute / feel tha flames / when i spit at chu fo days / i do more than pack ak's / and send out lyrical granades / this mothafucka is like a little indian hidin behind tentz / you havent payed last month's rent.

 

[meezatineKILLAH]

now face it...left with nothin but ur gay shit / im called a professional while u still at step one figurin out the basics , too weak of a bitch ur really fuckin with my patiences , its gettin old like always askin me for a smoke-out? / never been part of a cypha never been a part of this board and u already hatin waht the fucks that about?/

 

[SAM SAVAGE]

i'm known to beat bitches so bad... animal shelters ban me//
sic-wit-it aint sicc with shit,i see you pussy like crotchless panties//
ya'll pansies,talking about "opposing vets" these cats will break
your nose and neck... so show respect//i might just expose your
chest..i spit hot shit toxic moldin text that will leave you with corroded flesh// step up who's? getting folded next sportin
a war face clinced fist fuck holdin tec's.... im rushin who evers
going next//

 

[L.K.D]

is tha cold hearted mothafucka slammin on tha mic with big nutz like a hammer / niggaz spittin dumb shit like they was smokin on some bammer / call me tha rhyme slammer / sock you in your fuckin eye and leave it black like a panda / see your fat momma on the streetz watch me scream ho ho ho like santa / ma flowz come hotter than ghana / erase you from this earth and i be like hasta manana / you cant see me in a cloud of smoke like i was in havana / throwin shit at you like i was montana / watch me creep thru tha hood with that red bandana / im out this biatch put ma rhymez 2 tha test / of the othaz that feel me thumbz up fo tha rest.

 

[meezatine]

sum sic shit off my head

after peepin all this shit/ theres only a few who can take teh chipz/flow on this board an start makin hits/ ive heard wak an great an theres more waks an fakes/inflicting this forum hit list/bustin caps till they all drop thses bitches who think i miss/
atleast my bullets are invisible makin u niggaz rest in peace/killin the kids battle in the man which are now diseast/namin the head which teh crowns rest upon/i wasnt here then but now ready to let the pen an strap rest along/my lap wit fat sacs of skunk flippin them to a cashed blunt/strate to the dome im fuked up now heated an ready to let the strap rome/peeps are gettin to close to the siccest mc to erase theze hoes/they just dont belong here im startin a new reviloution/ the weak can keep up clip em all an send em back to teh flowing evelloution/till i die il never let these bitches spit on my grounds/ comin thru reptituos lettin theze cats see me in riches/holdin my grounds blastin these wak artist "pop"
pop pop till they all drop down/an i say goodbye glockin em all like they where dead flies/

 

[KODOGG]

Im a lyrcial kind uh' guy ~ Ya come up to me 'n I let lead fly ~ Betta be Talib Kweli cuz thats the only way ya gon' "-get-by" //
My Rhymes go past da-sky - They extendin ta kiss-space - If ya suck why you on the siccness (Sicc-Nase) ? Your Mis-Placed//
Eachtime I rhyme the bar gets-raised - I'm swingin ma strap in your-face till blood is da only-taste //
Only-Grace spat from ma lips - Im "Grindin" ya face like "The-Clipse" //
Ya Screamin 'Sticks-and-bricks cant break my bones.. But words will neva hurt-me".. Well Curt-B how bout Hollow-Tips 'n a loaded-clip //
Curt shut ya fuccin mouth - atleast I dont need my friends to defend-Me.. 'n before you even open ya mouth take a look at Tim-C //


Ok jus tried wit' some multi's 'n metaphores 'n shit.. Umm yeah..