TOPIC CIPHER: Braggin'

[Neo Regular]

Something emcees love to hate.

I'll start it:

Moshin in pits and didnt think a bowe hurt
so I'm screaming until demons emerge from my shirt
So I'm looking down buggin like I need to go to church
but i need to stay grinding til at least the 31st
my shoes done upgraded so did my living
i'm so into beef but will i ever see the system?
Spitt's so sick the fifth coughs up my ritalin
i so dont pay attention soul's got my fingers grippin...

[theman080]

I spill ink like blood cells to link where thugs dwell
Bottom basement accomodations...
You blink ya mug swelled,
You calim to be the savior but you lack the apostles
My tactics'll knock you
Two peice to throw teeth in the back of ya tonsils
In fightin I stay scrappy plus wit money in the bank
Unless you gotta tank I invite you to spray at me
On the mic you stay sappy you be frontin on ya rank
Let me run up wit a shank and slice ya face fastly
For hype I send taxis on seven seperate ascensions
In eleven hectic dimensions my blessins offendin the henchmans
Got electric fenses defenses if you attemptin effective offenses
Better bring em out, bring em out,
or you'll be left in depths in the deserts

[Neo Regular]

I spill ink like blood cells to link where thugs dwell
Bottom basement accomodations...
You blink ya mug swelled,
You calim to be the savior but you lack the apostles
My tactics'll knock you
Two peice to throw teeth in the back of ya tonsils
In fightin I stay scrappy plus wit money in the bank
Unless you gotta tank I invite you to spray at me
On the mic you stay sappy you be frontin on ya rank
Let me run up wit a shank and slice ya face fastly
For hype I send taxis on seven seperate ascensions
In eleven hectic dimensions my blessins offendin the henchmans
Got electric fenses defenses if you attemptin effective offenses
Better bring em out, bring em out,
or you'll be left in depths in the deserts


WHOAH.

[#1rapper]

Wen my diss appears bytches dissappear, shyt is wicked here
Im sick of queers coming up and talking some tuff shyt
I call they bluff quick wen i bust clips
or rush fists to leave em with puffed lips
enough of this, Im sick of you bums, sick of ya scum
I'll stick up ya young, me and ya chick will get sprung
Cuz i don know what i cock more, your bytch or my gun
Which is more fun...thats classified to passerby's i'll blast ya guys
Cash and knives, is my allegiance which i use on the heathens

had to edit cuz of curses

[Irish-dipstick]

I spill ink like blood cells to link where thugs dwell
Bottom basement accomodations...
You blink ya mug swelled,
You calim to be the savior but you lack the apostles
My tactics'll knock you
Two peice to throw teeth in the back of ya tonsils
In fightin I stay scrappy plus wit money in the bank
Unless you gotta tank I invite you to spray at me
On the mic you stay sappy you be frontin on ya rank
Let me run up wit a shank and slice ya face fastly
For hype I send taxis on seven seperate ascensions
In eleven hectic dimensions my blessins offendin the henchmans
Got electric fenses defenses if you attemptin effective offenses
Better bring em out, bring em out,
or you'll be left in depths in the deserts


....dope....try better rapper....dope.... :king: