Rhyme Cypher

[ItsBav]

Say, I've reams of additions to the flow/
Their moves themed with auditions an it shows,
They've no dreams or ambitions of their own,
So they scheme like magicians on the low/
The way they living life at, rapacity,
My backs a knife rack, Stacked to capacity/
w/ so much strife that, half of these cats
have the audacity to ask for their knife back/
Try an attack my vivacity with rife chat/
Fact these rats voracity a light jab,
taking shots at my sagacity,
but my minds strapped with tenacity,
so it has to be, pugnacity when I strike back/

Edit: Wasn't aware i had to contiinue the scheme before me, my bad on that one.

[Bag Mandela]

@ItsBav you also need to drop a "next rhyme" after but I'll add a chapter following "salamander",

Yo, Y-Yo-Y-Yo-You didn't know I had a stammer,
I'll catch you rolling in ya grandads Panda [pause] proceed to grab n jack ya,
You'll spot me, i'll be big, in a bally like fantastic dancers,
Your girls a subaverage lass but I'll still have to bang her with this massive wanger for the banter factor because despite all the fucking I still am a wanker,
something lethal in her guts like pancreatic cancer,
I used need time to write and a bag of ganja,
Nowadays I only drop shit when I'm at the crapper,
I out-master masters, out rap a rapper,
If I was into banging kids I could out-pastor pastors,
If you've been a victim of church harassment at the mercy of a dirty hands-in-pantser,
And need something carrying out then Bags the answer

Next rhyme: Tagliatelle

[Chree]

I'll assume the next rhyme is cypher alumni,
I'm not the type to be struck by whether they vibe with a punchline,
I expect to lose, a Yorkshire accent causes kind of a tough time,
Plus the people voting aren't always wise as ya would like,
I beat but lost to Spree in FL & writing above heights their minds understood's why,
Spree-a-point-it-I'm was maniacal thus I knew if I hadn't won I'd been on a miles-above hype, likely a good sign,
Back to the cypher alumni - you know that's just Celph listing his favourite rhymers for fun right?
N since only Virb from that list decided I'd won why would you think we'd conspired as a club like text battle wins are reliant on good ties?
If you joined ransom writers ya would find where you're really at cos of the guys that it's judged by having mensa-level logic being unbiased so just try,
Got to end on a lighter note, that was tiring, umm like,
I let my son play Tiger Woods, he died but gave the tiger a good fight

Next Rhyme: Salamander

I'm raps Adam Sandler telling you how to sample.
How to banter, hit you with the stick like It's Ollivanders(since you're euro trash ull love this harry potter)
I'm out standing you're substandard snap you with out a camera.
You just another empty vessel lacking the handles.
Not a shred of wordplay in any of that answer.
You still think of words that need to rhyme with rambo.
You're idea of clean bars are like handsoap.
When you become inanimate you cant grow.

But me? I'm like James Bond, I'm dropping napalm on every dang one,
Turning RB Voters into Ray Charles.
I'm the Outcast and theyve been singing Hey Ye,





Next rhyme: Poly

[TheShaman]

Btw @Bag Mandela , I tried to respond to your PM, but apparently I don't have enough posts to PM. Greatly appreciated, though.

[Bag Mandela]

No probs bro hope you drop a body,
My bad for the verbose factor I'm off my trolley,
I've fucked a vast array of girls, you haven't gotten one, sorry,
It's cuz you're fucked with Big Ears like Noddy on Molly,
It's a fact Whitney sang it better than Dolly,
I know they yanks call him Waldo but I'm sure it's Wally,
I stay pushing animals with the pen like a border collie,
I've had to stop drinking a morning coffee ever since it gave me gut ache and a porta-potty ended up looking like it had endured a volley of assorted shottys

Next rhyme: very superstitious

[TheShaman]

I'm very superstitious, so Stevie Wonder is my new religion.
Fuck Buddha, Christians, Jews, and Sikhs, Hindus, Muslims and Confucian wisdom.
The truth within has beauty in it like jewels on women full of children.
The cells create a new division like one becoming two in siblings.
The universe is splitting up like atoms during nuclear fission.
But everything is still just one if you believe in school and physics.
That's why The Shaman's cooking up this too delicious food nutrion.
Instead of standing at the homeless shelter serving up the soup from kitchens.
I'm in the jungle while the shrooms are sizzling in smooth oak-wooded whisky.
I'm the truest living human being European turist spitting.
If you don't believe me, check the new edition of the book from Guinness.
And if you still don't believe me: Wrong book. Too much drinking.
I'm just chilling in the pool and swimming with a nude Brazilian.
Coming to America for the first time like Zamundas prince did.
But I like to keep it humble like I'm Louis Winthorpe.
At the end of that movie. Get it? The 3 I's ain't improve his vision.
I'm way ahead of all these foolish kids with their stupid thinking.
They stand by their shrewd convictions like jury statements.
But the glove wouldn't fit them if it was the trial of O. J. Simpson.
It's like they're Drunk in the Morning like that song by Lukas Graham.
Cuz mainly they miss like they're taking a piss in the room they live in.
But anyway, I just do the judicuous thing and do my business.
In your grandmas tulip bushes. Just for ludicrousness.
I ain't too litigious. If you've got the X Factor it's for a few auditions.
If I've got the X factor it's from the future chicks that I'm soon to be with.
I've already got the prizes in life that's most prestigious.
On here I'm just pulling legs like puppet strings on moving fingers.
It's a vibe like superstring theory combined with Zulu mystics.
That's why your brain is freezing like you have voodoo pins in.
Cuz I can change your history like Martin Luther's theses.
Make you drown yourself, cuz yo who would miss him?
Nah, I'll bury him in the ground while the dude is living.
So the earth will take his light like the moon eclipsing.
While he hears the Funeral March in eluded distance.
Cuz all his music's written poorly like Schubert's lyrics.
He couldn't play a fucking triad without his tutor with him.
I can play Chopin etudes, fugues by Bach and Debussy, innit?
Have you sitting with an open mouth, Moanin' like Bobby Timmons.
I'm rugged like Cuban Linx and polished like the boots you're kissing.
I'm in the studio playing boom bap and producing riddim.
Just like Coolio in the paradise of the poorest districts.
So regarding talent, between us there's the hugest difference.
I'm the Center of Attention like InI, the star in the solar system.
You might as well just lie and die, cuz you're barely of human interest.
So let me conclude this shit with a new admission.
All you bitches chewing on your cuticles need a new beautican.
I'm saying you're the food for thought in the feudal system.
If you don't like what I write just move an inch and keep sewage drinking.
Maybe one day you'll be famous like Diddy's lubricant is.
Cuz you can fool the people some of the time like a quote by Lincoln.
But I'm calling Bullshit like Harry Frankfurt in a book that he did.
The culmination of these fulminations are twofold, I guess.
First of all, when it rhymes it just moves off a cliff..
And second, I'm just popping bums like puberty hit.
So if you're new to the biz, take a sec and chew on your quill.
Before you go and print it like Gutenberg did.
And maybe don't have the hugest wishlist like you do for Christmas.
Cuz you can't get everything like you're brain's too deficient.
It's like you're in prison cuz you're crooked like you move a bishop.
A single square up in a fianchettoed system, that's a few Sicilians.
There's too many moves to calculate how you could win it.
So maybe just don't. Just shut up and do the dishes.

Didn't actually rhyme "very superstitious", just "superstitious", lol. Maybe that's why it was so long. My bad.

Next rhyme: Dexter's lab.