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.

[Virbius]

You’re losing your battle against Dave Dilly, he had the better jabs…
We’ve seen this little nerd struggling with Deedee like it’s Dexter’s Lab.
Bro your flows are dope, although you only ever brag,
You’re gonna need attacks-see… better get a cab,
and fuck off outta here. Bitch.

I’mma empty a couple barrels, make you pay, it ain’t a settled tab.
They say if at first you don’t succeed, take a second stab.
They call .357s ‘treys’, and mine’ll put you on a metal slab.
This shit ain’t Dexter’s Lab but I’ve always got the tec to grab.

You’ve got some big issues, they’re giving me a lot of ammo, like an extended mag.
You always reference pseudo-intellectual bullshit like, fuckin, barometrographs and the design of the Tibetan flag, and…
Imagine Shaman with his friends, they’re just tryna have a pleasant chat…
Never that, he’s tryna be a clever twat, talkin bout the military history of Petrograd, or some shit.
“Hey, Shay, how’s your day been? Mine was hella fab, I…”
“Ahem, have you ever read the epitaph of the Maryland philanthropist Edward Nabb?”
“Bro, shut up”.

Next rhyme: Introverted

[Bag Mandela]

Ya might mistake me as introverted,
But years of funny looks and getting hit with purses made me restrictive-worded because I think perverted,
If I shot off what I thought I'd be quickly murdered,
I fucked your mum so good that ya sister squirted,
Birds think I'm sweet that's why ya chick deserted,
I walked past a row of bitches shirtless,
Had em twitchin, nervous, disconcerted,
minges murmured, drippin curtains,
couple muslims got rising damp in their burkhas,
Local authorities got quick to work, pretty urgent n made sure the locals were flood-risk alerted

Next Rhyme: Femidom rental

[TheShaman]

Yo check it..
Your mom used this femidom rental to sacrifice virginity like an ancient sun temple.
She found 81 men who would lay her on stretchers in a tape record session.
The world record was finished in 3 hours, 8 minutes and 24 seconds.
The whole event was on Pay Per View and set up by Redbull.
But I didn't watch it. I just read it on Kindle.
The little angel was sinful playing games with some devils.
They cut her wings off to use the feathers for tickles.
And hooked her to a car battery with cables on nipples.
But she didn't feel shit from her silicone tits, though.
But at least she got a taste of her favourite popsicles.
It was hurting in her throat; she had to take some more Strepsils.
Some were squirting through her nose like Diet Pepsi and Mentos.
Others exploded in her face like it was Lebanon's pagers.
But every crazy drum solo went crazy on cymbals.
So now her Grand Canyon is famous, words echo.
When Mandela came out, he was skating a sled, yo!
Maybe that's why he fell in love with this sadist dom Ethyl.
Receiving regular lessons with his head towards Mekka.
And he says it's the best like spaghetti from Naples.
With blood in his diaper cuz they're playing with LEGO's.
Yo, check it, I'll turn Mandela to a medical patient.
Break his legs cuz the rapist was pressing down X's, no Tekken.
You'll experience Death like playing S.K.A.T.E. with Tom Penny.
Cuz I'm a Marks-Man like the Chap that assasinated John Lennon.
You're emo like, what's that band from the zero's? .. Eva-uuh-nescance.
So to stay in your presence is just very unpleasant.
Cuz you're temperamental along with very judgemental.
And the bubble you're in is off, so your head is not level.
Cuz you lost your common sense like conversations on Hegel.
You're obsessed with the revolution like Frederick Engels.
But your education is aching. You didn't get the whole memo.
It's like Edison-Tesla, that debate is done settled.
So why descend to your level when it's bass without treble?
You always pettifog like that dude with the Trevor frog, Neville.
I'm just trying to rhyme the word femidom rental.
And I'm handling it like Englishmen tryna say the boy Händel.
So fuck whatever genetical syndrome causes your excessive genital pimples.
You're better off wrestling Kimbo or dating an eloquent bimbo,
Than trying to spar with this seminal lingo.
I'm assessing the sess he's on: Indo.
With a chip on my shoulder, cuz they're yelling out Bingo!
Just pray the boy's kinfolk if you don't know I'm a poet like the reverent Tom Kingo.*
We split domes from our throne-like stadion windows.
While you're getting picked to the bone like fainting on skid row.
Yo... Just stay in your limbo with a lenghty Mandingo.
Scary Beatles on your skin: Keep playing drums, Ringo!
Remember what happened when the Texans saw Waco?
We'll avoid that when Trump goes to Ukraine to stop NATO.
Only good thing that came from that wannabe Emperor Cato.
Along with the Trade Agreement he stopped when they were making Sharknado.
While paying less taxes than corporations in Barbados.
It's hard to abstract from evil like when Michael went ahead and shot Fredo.
We should be like American drug ads.. from the 80's: Just say no!
But ayo, I ain't got no more pesos for this femidom rental.
So let the break of dawn enter and say a morning prayer.
That you wont ever be on the Bezos-Musk pay roll.

* Thomas Kingo, Danish Baroque poet.