trap.
02-02-2013, 06:15 PM
Sypher:
Blacken ya eyes, trying to cover up, got ya rappin in guise
The ee cummings of rap, a mistake by me an ya couldn’t capitalize
Chances up in smoke, shouldn’t be here, you’re nothing note
Ya wack, I hope ‘TJ tells you’ cuz you’re a fucking joke
Don’t try to diss back, it’s easy to see your shit’s wack
Sure this bitch won last rd., couldn’t ya see the Mrs.-match?
Just quit rap, my skills? Every mc here you know covets
Recallin ya mom and my dick…hmm, I’ll make a note of it
Get wrecked clown, damn sure not gonna be here next round
The pilot for New Jersey, in the end, I’ll take the Nets down
You’d be better racin, to a safe house, the best you’re ever facin
Part Indian, the next round already has my reservation
Why rhyme? no hope to win, if ya wanna just sit and cry, fine
I’ll make a border of your verse to keep ya on the side-lines
And it’s high time, you defaulted, never winnin is Note’s curse
Cuz I’m so ill I get scared to battle proofreadin my own verse
Wrecking the fun, good time? Ha, just check in an run
Kids sayin “Syph’s nothin!” …figures, ya all second to none
Vets try, to step up, take em out an wait for the next guy
Everyone knows Syph brings down the house like Lisa left eye
All ya foolish blusterin, bringing all the skill ya musterin
Ya still got ya bags packed…this kid is Greta Van Susteren
Won’t let this buster win, sweatin me, leave ya game fucked
Ya wack, face it…
…a sensitive telemarketer, can’t get over your hang ups
Can't hang tough, drop quick while my fans comin in bunches
Saw notes girl, she got more stretch marks than FRANCHISE's punches (bitch!)
Now that kid note? handled, another victory to put on my mantle
So sweet I’ll blaze the entire bracket, leave sixteen candles
Sweet 16, here I come.
S / I
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*note:
Sypher…
Now wait, before u take me understand I break knees
The first bitch on the net Infact he’s st.Eve
Dead in the dirt face first, I move up the death rate, the best? wait
I’ll leave you paralyzed on campus, no good punches? Can’t move in Pen State
I’ll toss your rap, hot? Ya… All you got is crap
Ignorance is bliss and sypher thought he lost the map
Your girls the prize, which arouses conception
I’ll take the Bush first then leave u in Gore second, like the 2000 election
How many finals have u lost: Adonis, saga, shano ect. , want to dispute
Syph’s been dreaming of the text life since doctor sues
You’ll never step to a Mic, but here’s the (Mexican) Lingo’s
A W? all you’ll Si Is a Bye, so I’ll just Flip you Adios
My actions and words, don’t mimic u like the rest guy
Even though, after I read your verse it’s a-sigh
Reading the best scripts, what I touch is gold, and when I’m blazing u melt
You’re not going to be a Pruned Champion, because you’ll never be Raisin the Belt
You’ve got old punches, so you can bite me, here’s something great
Like newly rapist victims, you’re not up to date
You’re so pathetic you play your life by the name of a game show
Want an L, Eh? I’ll leave you stranded without a Car, man in San Diego
Remember t2? Man you’re a sad kid
Your best line was bitten…from the guy you collab’d with
What you cry for? You should really just Die whore
Your name next to the votes, well thats what they’ll have a sigh-for
I’m on the high beam and better, you came to fail
Like tag teams of weather, when I reign you hale
See though, I’m mean though, and lethal
Once the votes are counted, you’re numbers will Stink in fact there’ll B, 0
Masterpieces leave the pitiful gone, despite when I’m done, sypher will be critical
Using old lines, because your mom was a slut so you’ll assume it's origin- all
Down for night, don’t doubt my pound
I’m the thing to put this person in his place without noun
I won’t lend a hand but I’ll land a punch, understand where you heading
You’ll be gone in seconds, like an Afghanistan wedding
Found heat, I’ll shoot it up, I’m heading to round three
For my win give me a Fruit Basket, a San Francisco or-G
sypher's cunning? he has the I.Q. of a stick
he does boggle my mind...I forgot to mention...I think with my dick.
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Final:
Sypher (18) - *note (0)
Blacken ya eyes, trying to cover up, got ya rappin in guise
The ee cummings of rap, a mistake by me an ya couldn’t capitalize
Chances up in smoke, shouldn’t be here, you’re nothing note
Ya wack, I hope ‘TJ tells you’ cuz you’re a fucking joke
Don’t try to diss back, it’s easy to see your shit’s wack
Sure this bitch won last rd., couldn’t ya see the Mrs.-match?
Just quit rap, my skills? Every mc here you know covets
Recallin ya mom and my dick…hmm, I’ll make a note of it
Get wrecked clown, damn sure not gonna be here next round
The pilot for New Jersey, in the end, I’ll take the Nets down
You’d be better racin, to a safe house, the best you’re ever facin
Part Indian, the next round already has my reservation
Why rhyme? no hope to win, if ya wanna just sit and cry, fine
I’ll make a border of your verse to keep ya on the side-lines
And it’s high time, you defaulted, never winnin is Note’s curse
Cuz I’m so ill I get scared to battle proofreadin my own verse
Wrecking the fun, good time? Ha, just check in an run
Kids sayin “Syph’s nothin!” …figures, ya all second to none
Vets try, to step up, take em out an wait for the next guy
Everyone knows Syph brings down the house like Lisa left eye
All ya foolish blusterin, bringing all the skill ya musterin
Ya still got ya bags packed…this kid is Greta Van Susteren
Won’t let this buster win, sweatin me, leave ya game fucked
Ya wack, face it…
…a sensitive telemarketer, can’t get over your hang ups
Can't hang tough, drop quick while my fans comin in bunches
Saw notes girl, she got more stretch marks than FRANCHISE's punches (bitch!)
Now that kid note? handled, another victory to put on my mantle
So sweet I’ll blaze the entire bracket, leave sixteen candles
Sweet 16, here I come.
S / I
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*note:
Sypher…
Now wait, before u take me understand I break knees
The first bitch on the net Infact he’s st.Eve
Dead in the dirt face first, I move up the death rate, the best? wait
I’ll leave you paralyzed on campus, no good punches? Can’t move in Pen State
I’ll toss your rap, hot? Ya… All you got is crap
Ignorance is bliss and sypher thought he lost the map
Your girls the prize, which arouses conception
I’ll take the Bush first then leave u in Gore second, like the 2000 election
How many finals have u lost: Adonis, saga, shano ect. , want to dispute
Syph’s been dreaming of the text life since doctor sues
You’ll never step to a Mic, but here’s the (Mexican) Lingo’s
A W? all you’ll Si Is a Bye, so I’ll just Flip you Adios
My actions and words, don’t mimic u like the rest guy
Even though, after I read your verse it’s a-sigh
Reading the best scripts, what I touch is gold, and when I’m blazing u melt
You’re not going to be a Pruned Champion, because you’ll never be Raisin the Belt
You’ve got old punches, so you can bite me, here’s something great
Like newly rapist victims, you’re not up to date
You’re so pathetic you play your life by the name of a game show
Want an L, Eh? I’ll leave you stranded without a Car, man in San Diego
Remember t2? Man you’re a sad kid
Your best line was bitten…from the guy you collab’d with
What you cry for? You should really just Die whore
Your name next to the votes, well thats what they’ll have a sigh-for
I’m on the high beam and better, you came to fail
Like tag teams of weather, when I reign you hale
See though, I’m mean though, and lethal
Once the votes are counted, you’re numbers will Stink in fact there’ll B, 0
Masterpieces leave the pitiful gone, despite when I’m done, sypher will be critical
Using old lines, because your mom was a slut so you’ll assume it's origin- all
Down for night, don’t doubt my pound
I’m the thing to put this person in his place without noun
I won’t lend a hand but I’ll land a punch, understand where you heading
You’ll be gone in seconds, like an Afghanistan wedding
Found heat, I’ll shoot it up, I’m heading to round three
For my win give me a Fruit Basket, a San Francisco or-G
sypher's cunning? he has the I.Q. of a stick
he does boggle my mind...I forgot to mention...I think with my dick.
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Final:
Sypher (18) - *note (0)