Just Silver & Superman present: TRshady Cypher

[superman11]

Here it is guys!

Beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufKQrROu6Ug

Just Silver.

Its the Silver surfer here to deliver the perfect verses
Livers hurtin never nervous im only touching the surface
Most are fuckin worthless a penny purchase
Many can get murdered and game is refurbished
My game is unstoppable its certain im an obstacle
Burning up some pot for a few to get my thoughts through
Im not you, infinitely better ive got tender contenders
That squish like car fenders when im drunk and i enter
Your somethin not to remember like september 11th
Im forever cold as December yet my flows are like embers
I told u im stupendous theyre just to stupid to end shit
I end your horrendous spit in horror movie credits
And its finished blood drippin from the room to live in to kitchen
Make a bitch assume the postion just to stick my dick in
As soon as i hit it and scewed noticed its Jhene Aiko
So it maybe the best day for me but the worst for you
Bring your urban troops too scared to leave the curb n shoot
Im in a certain mood reverse and meet your doom
Like MF im the F'in best you need an S.O.S
My cleverness can make a genius wanna take a hit
Effortless when i wanna spit without a sip
Steaming at the seams about to pop off the top of the tip
You're not what it is im aiming for business and kids i shoot with offense
Hopping over fences and shit backyards to dip
Faster than an african sprint im laughing on piff
Ill blast your kids leave the funeral and laugh again.

Eedee.

I'm on a pedestal breathin' methamphetamine,
Guillotine the High Crown, that'd be the better death of me.
I'm killin' sleep, it's better than to live dreams,
It's in your benefit to kill me so heaven never sees
The side of me that I never let show,
You can grief your complaints - tell it to the echo.
You be seethin' for days, needless to say
No matter the road you take, we all seem to mistake
The insane for something out of the norm
But what's livin' if you can't breathe and drown in a storm?
Civil till you snap, freeze, and sink to the bottom
Picture this, you happy? It isn't my problem.
It's like, haven't I heard? Wait -
That I'm like Walter White as the branch manager
Makin' paper and all I ride is the damn Challenger
I'm about to blow up because my lab is my workplace. Fuck.

CanadaPure.

Prepare for sticky wickets, rather be sick than be stingy with it
Already been arrested for putting my dick in these Disney bitches,
Shifty business, a cypher? I'll rip and then twist each limit,
And if you survive you wont even try fittin' your sixteen in it,
'Cause I'll close a mans air hole with rhymes burning up the oxygen,
Buy your bitch and make her work 'till she earns enough to talk again,
Then convince her to fuck the dog again, I ain't have to make sense,
That bitch is gonna make cents, or Ill make Snake smack her face in,
Till they trace back the rapist, and find me in my mom's basement,
With bombs placed in Saddam's anus, oh, why the long faces?
Now I'm on Craigslist, browsing the casual encounters,
Looking for a rapper to mount up on my cabinet or counters,
It's a horrible habit that I'm bound to repeat, rinse, and repeat,
Till that fucked up night where he leaves prints and he's deemed,
Suspect number one, like shit I just bust in on the drums,
Willing to catch a cypher rape charge, 'cause I will fuck another one.

bigray.

What’s on my mind?....success, rapin’ and being the best
Bringin’ that kryptonite to that fuckin’ S on your chest!
Rap to me is a sport I look at you like competition
Step in the ring your getting’ knocked out or put in submission
You just a young dude trippin’ tryin’ to follow your dreams
Every time you go to get up you just fall on your knees
You’re addicted to the rush that you get from this rap
Like a dope fiend in the streets feenin’ for crack
Even though you got nothing you continue to spit
No cars, no clothes, no luxury crib
People look at you and think it must suck to be him
Beneath it all is a kid who likes to cut up his wrist
He lost god now the devils got em’ covered in sin
He can’t sleep cuz today he had to suffer to live
Can’t cope with livin’ so he’s close to croakin’
Scribbles out another page cuz his flows are bogus
Stuck thinkin' he’s the illest but he isn’t
He’s never gonna’ make it, no he’s never gonna’ kill it
It’s sad but its true but when he looks up in the mirror
He’s nothin’ but a failure it’s all becomin’ clearer
His girlfriends left him, his best friends ditched him
The devil on his shoulder is alive and he’s whisperin’
He feels pressure but he’s dumb enough to do it
He grabs a gas take and fills it up with the fluid
There’s no turning back man everything’s ruined
Your pride your respect what you waitin’ for do it.

KoLyRic.

First off your verse starts weak, rapping osteoporosis
I follow up by a stronger punch line like Manny pacquio just wrote it
understanding's lost its motive since many rappers flow shit
condescending and they know this, a lot of heavy self bloating
Anomaly, I am, in a battle with no sense
I'd body your tracks like a damsel in distress
derail my train of thought, conducting a bomb threat
these artists don't last, get returned like a prom dress
Im not into politics, I'm not a dumb liar
but I'd cop a shot of vodka and shoot myself like I'm budd dwyer
live your life like the sun died, engulfed in your own sacred fire
alone, tired, dethrone the top dawg with a bone laced with ricin
full of passion, no name, appears to scare hope
you're absent of rogaine, cuz I don't hear growth
yo, I present the sound of four bombs
sick verses like a bj from the mouth of sauron

Flamez.

goin ballistic pop sick combos call me Rambo
all you see is my shadow I might be commando
don’t fight me I got ammo worse than world war two
the Bullet holes on your whole body lookin’ like tattoos
When I’m through with you, I’ll leave you in quarantine
pour gasoline burn your dreams take it to the extreme
even in the afterlife making it a living nightmare
i’ll be the atmosphere the air wishing I wasn’t there
killing like the Mexican cartel in a parallel universe
it’s a curse going in circles like a carousel hit reverse
and rebirth all over again a worse fate than death,
your breaths are cold you sneeze and you’re lung explodes
reborn with a strep throat and your tongue has holes
you twisting like a cyclone with the sound of my voice
with the way I flow I crush and destroy I ain’t got a choice
make you look like forgotten toys, I’m just lyrical dude
like a turret deployed with critical hits and a cynical attitude.

Mr. DGAF.

It’s think it’s time we give this section some life
I leave em crossed when I come back, the resurrection of Christ
In human form, spewing verbs with a message tonight
You are warned, use this verse, drop the pen and the mic
You never seen or heard a stream of words as easy as I string em,
Sure I’m scheming, bringing things you never dream of with a beat and verse
….People certainly forgot where the skill lies
I kill mics, writtens will demolish the lil’ guys
Started as a novice now I properly spit rhymes
With free’s from the off “top”, and I’ll probably still climb
…The ill-timed return, I still write these words
In the hopes that you would feel why I’m hurt
The skill level in this section is sadness
The dopest writers stopped, which has lessened the rapping
I walk a fine line, with a veteran status
That’s trying not to turn into a hell of a has-been
Irrelevant rappers that don’t put work in their craft
And dropping verse on top of verse is how they’re learning to rap
You gotta work and jot some words that’s gonna hurdle you past
And if you aren’t inclined to grow then what’s the purpose in that?
I won’t sit and act like this is fact, the proof is in the shit we rap
But if you lack the skill and passion maybe you should quit, in fact
I’m calling every one of you out, I summon you now
To show me why this section isn’t dumbing it down.

mdemaz.

Here I am, refreshed and restored
I've Reloaded my computer, and now I'm besting these whores
Question my thoughts, and you're gonna have a bad time
No matter what I do man I'll always be that guy
I'll grab a knife, cut you and tear off your tan line
Why the hell are you telling me to quit when you have bland rhymes
I'm the type of guy that really doesn't give a fuck
I'm peaking, you're falling, so, why don't you wish me luck
I'm approaching my prime, kill yourself, you pompous ass
With that vile attitude, people won't even cop ya trash
I stomp and bash anyone who wants to come and step to me
I got the recipe for the skill to fulfill my destiny
Let me be, don't distract me from my own goals
I feel like I'm invincible when I'm holding a (microphone)
Although all the negativity is starting to take it's toll
I'm getting slept on like a sheet, but hey, they won't make me fold
I make the beats, write the raps and mix the motherfucken tracks
I put in work while those other suckers are taking naps
People can say what they want. but, I'll stay true to me
I am what I am, I am everything that you refuse to be
Although I have hidden darkness, it doesn't show usually
But when it does, it'll make you guys get glued to seats
I'm an animal, I'll grab your mandible and strangle you
I'm too much to handle, come on and hit me, take the gamble dude
I'm not right in the head, walking around with a leather doll
Meet my friend Sarah, she likes playing tether ball
I'm am good guy, but I can become a bad guy quick
When I do a heel turn, fuck your foot, I'll slice ya eyelids
People think I'm kidding, I'll shove a tampon up your ass
Fuck this cypher, I just wanna to fuck your dad.

TheFlyingSpaghettiMonster:

When the pen hits the page, I have begun my reign at the top of my game
I can rip up the stage and have these words shot in your brain
Like a ink bullet off in your head, blotting out the blood in your veins
All of the liquid that’s red suddenly turns to mud causing you pain

Sanity is a quality I lack; I have always been that insane
If you think I’m wack cause of that, I’m afraid you’re offending my name
And if you continue offending my ass, I’ll stick this pen in your brain
Push you to the wall, then pull it out and flick it into the window pane

I’ll make you into a blackish red rain to drop on top of the pavement
With nothing left of the body, there’s not stuff enough worth saving
But that’s not enough, I’ll evaporate the blood with a reddish gold flare
I spit fire that eviscerates the stuff and there, the blood is nowhere

I’m a demon with a scheming kind of mind that’s always serious
About murdering humans and bleeding their minds dry; period
My words seep into and destroy the bodies and minds of the weak
This verse is so deadly that it's honestly a crime for me to speak

Superman11.

You are now witness to a flow that's dark and twisted,
Sadistic.. on a mission to spit this sickness.
Just listen.. to the venom with each sentence,
the instruments are my gas, my mind is the engine,
This pen is the weapon the ink is my ammunition.
Our sound is loud, you should see us coming like a premonition,
competition can't compare to the depth I'm spittin.
Your finished.. your time is about to reach its limit,
it's ticking up.. My fists are up,
just fill my cup with a fifth a rum and I'll drink til I'm numb.
Face it faggot, nah you can't spit harder bars,
Got warrants out for my arrest for an arson charge,
havoc in the streets, gone soon as the cops are called.
Let em show up, come back and toss another Molotov,
red and blue lights everywhere, swat teams and armored cars.
This game is ours. You think less of us? shit, test me,
I'm quick as a Bentley and sick as a fit of epilepsy.
I'll have your body parts in a bag but it's getting heavy,
and a bit messy, toss the rest in my fifth hefty,
than sit back with a can of Pepsi and watch the espys.
My hearts empty, cold as the artic in December,
your dealin with a demented Italian with a bad temper.
Bet I had you convinced since I had you dismembered,
shit and pissed on than tossed in a blender
mixed up so bad the coroner can't even tell ya gender.
I will offend ya. Come in knife wieldin, and I might kill ya..
so called ballers bringing home like 5 figures.
The mic healer, I'm quite realer cause I write iller,
flows cold enough to ignite blizzards.
Cast you weak Mcs to hell, I'm a mic wizard.

Rollesfen.

Hi, I'm Rolly, or Ron as people call me
Rollefsen, King Rolly, "Rhyme or Reason" emcee
The bad guy, and Boxxy is my queen /b/
The monster inside of me goes berzerk when people dont see
That I'm a rap god, and so far people act hard
But really they are brainless assholes who just go full retard
So sweetheart, put down the pen and pad
I'm so much better, and I got the skills you wish you had
Geno is the evil twin of Menzo if you dont know
This is my first cypher and Lord Painus is a no show
and my flow, makes you wanna take cover
I'm stronger than I was, this aint no love game, its a takeover
Creative writing is my parking lot, and I'm the xenons
You're all just average headlights, I'm the boss and you're peons
I'm a king now, I'm laying down my legacy
Its survival of the fittest, bitch, just call me your majesty.

[Flamez]

Damn gotta read these later today. haha

[CanadaPure]

Hory shet that's a lot of stuff to read.

[Just Silver]

yep same here overwhelming but a good read to come back to

thank you superman

[SpiderDiaze]

Dayum! Nice shit, need to get involved in shit like this.

[Just Silver]

hellya sign up for the next one guy

[Snakebeast]

Hey, superman: could you move TheFlyingSpaghettiMonster to replace "Snake"? Anyways, good job everybody,I'll read this later.

[Eedee]

Jesus. I read through them all, but I need to get going lol, so I'll feed this later.

There were some hot pieces, whew.

[SpiderDiaze]

Eedees rhymes are shit hot. Wow

[Just Silver]

this one is already over but CP i think is hosting the next one so just tell him in his thread that your interested

[Eedee]

Just Silver
Nice. You had some good lines in there like the penny purchase, I felt that one was pretty neat.

CanadaPure
Beginning schemes reminded me of Tech N9ne. Lol, in a good way though. This was dope. You've gotten so much better than when you first started. Shit's cash.

Bigray
Same to you, you've gotten loads better.

No cars, no clothes, no luxury crib
People look at you and think it must suck to be him

That was a dope line and the end rhyme was great.

KoLyRic
I like your style of writing. It's like, conversationally intellectual. Like a lot of underground rappers. But I think it's awesome lol. I love that kind of writing. Just taking random things and making them connect through twisting everyday phrases. Nice.

Flamez
Just going all out with randomness lol. Not bad. I enjoyed the carnage.

Mr. DGAF
Shots fired!! Lol this was great. Rhymes, flow, content, whew. Rasa r&b

Mdemaz
Flow started out wonderfully, then kinda went south a bit, like you crammed too many syllables in. I liked the rhyming though. It's nice to see some multizzzz from you.

TheFlyingSpaghettiMonster
Weird structure, but I can dig it. I liked the content, felt fresh. Good shit.

Superman11
Lol I liked the Espys line. Don't know why but it made me chuckle. Nice work. I liked the imagery.

Rollesfen
Not bad for a first time writer. I could sense the noob but I can sense the potential. Not bad at all, a little rough around the edges but it'll come with time.

[Just Silver]

thanks for the feed

[Spyder]

eedee you douche lol

[Eedee]

Wtf?

[Spyder]

You told me you made a new verse for my track lol

Your off the ball n9t getting my references. Go back to Australia dog