So I picked a lot of people who I thought were really dope and dissed them.  No hard feelings, hopefully - ideally you guys will take it as a compliment.  Tons of love to the community, for real.

Lyrics:
They say that the warrior's path to success
is through destroying his enemies.

Fuck LD50 and the MHH hive-brian;
this guy's lame - 
he even flaunts it in his damn name.
He kills half the tracks he raps
the others motherfuckin whack.
Bro, you owe me for real - 
I want my fucking time back.
And Doc Famous put his cock in the anus
of a brainless ignoramus whose name is 
2000 faces.
2000 faces?  Everyone is a clown,
but yo I gotta give him props for rappin' tracks upside down.
Ghost Tea, bro, don't you know me?
I'm the exorcist, bitch, your place is below me.
Anybody can get it; fuck it - no new friends.
I shed blood for respect, how much would you spend?
Word to Big climbin' ladders escalator style
I'm on the elevator; I been ridin' for a while
Chris the accoster; kill anyone on your roster,
merk men and women alike so the children is getting fostered.
Bend the spacetime continuum,
shatter reality;
you bitches took my trophy on a fucking technicality.

MHH Cypher 34

Jeff laid down some hot fire flames and I did some ad-libs for him.

That New Hotness (Big Jeffe feat KurayamiShikaku)

I tried my hand at some really light mixing this week.  I discovered that I'm shitty at it.

Lyrics:

First off, you know what it is when you heard Chris
making bitches wobble from the hits of a clenched fist
I been a menace
that's what you get from the son of Dennis
Sixteens so sweet, I need to see a fucking dentist
How you doin'?
Bitch, I'm stupendous 
stoop over pens write lines that will end this
speculation of who's the best - I silence the critics
I spit acidic you dudes are basic, bro check the litmus
and a test of sickness shows Chris is iller than you bitches
spit these vicious disses that break snitches like shattered dishes

[Riding-my-own-dick interlude]

I thought it was obvious
bitches try to copy this 
but couldn't do me if my dick was lodged in their esophagus
tha game?  I'm on top of this, so if you got a problem wit'
the type of shit I like to spit, then you can suck a cock you prick.
What I'm 'bout?  Becoming a star
Kill all these rappers like Kendrick Lamar
Come against me, bitch, you won't go too far
'cause I swing scimitars like return of Jafar.

MHH Cypher 35

I wrote from the perspective of a corrupt cop.

Lyrics:

We run up on you with automatics - clips fully extended;
take my fucking badge?  I won't even get suspended.
If it wasn't for the pot dealer that you just befriended
maybe the American public would start to get offended.

Nobody cares about a dealer's fucking bestie
and let's be
honest; you think my gang will arrest me? 
Bloods, Crips, Latin Kings reppin' regally;
the best thing 'bout me killin' you's I get to do it legally.

While you're committing burglaries, we're committing perjury
on drug busts, battery, and murder in the first degree.
But certainly you think that this is just hyperbole.  
I could rob a fucking bank, they wouldn't say a word to me.

Justice is blind, son it's why I got my 9 gun
locked and loaded, ready when the time come.
So if you want to step up, go and do it;
your head needs more slugs through it.

MHH Cypher 37 (Corrupt Cop)

It's been a long time.  Struggled with this one, but at least I finished it.

Lyrics:
I've been sitting back since I left
kickin' raps to the rest
of these stupid cypher instrumentals tryin' to win the contest,
but,
it's not good enough, I scribbled it out,
but now - I think I finally just figured it out:
the key to victory 
because it seems to me
it's hard to be the hottest emcee
when your flesh is a degree 
that it should never ever be,
so my new philosohpy 
is they gon' give the win to me 
when you fuckers is history. 
I sneak in Manis's crib wit' a shiv
that I shove right in his ribs
shhhh, it's time to sleep now, you might wake the kids
right when he stops fightin'
there's a flash of lightinin' strikin'
sparkin' an idea for how I can "compete" with Triton.
This high I'm on got me feelin' like a roller coaster 
leave Manis's crib, but before I do I grab the toaster;
I'm glad it's over, but I got some work ahead of me - 
Ghost letter-T, Emus and ReeG too dope for me to let 'em be.

MHH Cypher 50

"Main systems online... Beginning calibration..."

Fuck the first law of robotics
I'm the product of a project that was psychotic
Fused flesh with bionics
Now my whip ain't the only thing I got wit hydraulics
If you want a track handled mechanical I got it
The heat is a byproduct
Of my standard operation
"calibration complete"
Good, let's up the pace then
I get it I get it
I got it I got it
I had it, god dammit,
you thinkin' I lost it'll get you accosted and tossed in
the back of the Acura, slapped with a spatula 
"failure" has never been found when I searched my vernacular
"does not compute" - that's what the chip said to me
bank account statement is takin' up too many of my available segments in memory

People claim they got cash and ask what I'mma do next
I lock resources down - semaphore; mutex
Do you
I do hex
Nod your head and break your neck
It's literal when I say that I was built with the TEC[h]-
9 computations all I need to lay your ass down
if robots can be royalty, then bitches, pass me that crown

MHH Cypher 4 (Cyborg)

Evil I...
See hear and speak it,
can I tell you a secret?
People say that I'm a good guy, but don't believe it.
I got felony convictions,
I wrestle with addictions
I let emotions spill while I'm heckled by all my writtens.
"I'm the greatest, I'm the fucking greatest!"
Yeah right, dawg - this just the latest in your endless phases.
You know how it goes - run it through its paces
then run out of patience.
The greatest?  You ain't it, but you're too proud to face it
cuz it's hard admitting weakness, even starting from the basement.
The picture you painted?
You had to trace it.
They say "practice makes perfect" - I'm far from it.
Day dreamin' of bein' star studded;
whip the kind of car I covet.
I love it - but is it enough for me to rise above it
and confide in the public I'm nothin' but a puppet
whose marionette is very upset, cuz my strings tied...
So many hours and how many things tried?

If I could stick to it, I know I could do it...


Work Ethic?  (MHH Cypher 13)

Shout out to I.B.R. for another wonderfully tasty beat.

Theme:  "After a decade of grinding, you just made it BIG. Write a 16 to your haters who belittled you the whole way through."

Lyrics:
They tried to make a mountain out a molehill, 
but I'm climbing that shit anyway.
Shit, let me say,
I'm cold, still - on a beat I'm Ernest Hemmingway;
and any day
my trigger finger itchin' - what the semi say?
BOW!  Bow your head, bitch - let us pray.
Lord, forgive me for my sins because only God ahead me, 
I let my middle finger linger unapologetically.
Bein'in my moccasins 
has got my patience wearin' thin
nobody knows my life but still these motherfuckers chimin' in.
It's my time again.
Nay[neigh]-sayers?  I ain't mindin' them.
Go eat hay, haters;
I Godfather-kill equestrians.
When your quest begins,
tell me how you imagine it ends.
Now tell it again - rewrite it with an ending that depends
on how merciful I'm feelin'.
Boy, you know I make a killin',
and these mockery shots at me all just feel like penicillin.
I'm a villain who's your escort to the other side of death.
Papa told me hold that trigger down till there ain' nothin' left.
I'm a fire-breathin' demon whose feedin' time is the reason
these emcees are bein' eaten;
deletin' all those competin'...

MHH Cypher 21 (Produced by I.B.R)

Since this week's theme was space, I wrote from the perspective of an alien participant in an intergalactic rap battle who happens to be going up against a human this round.  

Also, big shout out to I.B.R., who produced this week's beat.  He has awesome shit.  Check him out here:  https://soundcloud.com/i-b-r/

Lyrics:
I apply pressure until you crushed into a fucking singularity;
I told ya - your super nova's a mild solar flare to me.
Apparent the disparity - you soft I'm deleterious;
I shine so bright he might be like "dawg, are you Sirius?"
Are you Sirius?
Are you Sirius?
My current theory is he delirious when he hearin' this. 
Ain't gotta tell me "get 'em," cuz I already got 'em;
traveled back in time and shot 'em - "uh, Houston, we have a problem."
You sinister?  I forget.  I'm rappin' wit' acid spit.
Bars so sweet like I catch more flies than vinegar with this shit.
Oh damn, man,
I use his own idioms against and dispense 'em
wit' about a thousand phaser shots and then some.
Rappers conquered - you know I track souls into other dimensions;
I'm the monster that crawls outta black holes wit' bad intentions.
Blaster fodder, riddled toddlers like you and all of your henchmen -
they can't hear you scream in space, a reminder, thought I should mention.

KurayamiShikaku

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