i m p u l s e c r e a t o r phÓrum

Me no MC, de phreak, ez kurva jó! Aki tud az tud:)
Please télleg írjatok akik tudtok Masta Ceremonians, nagyon jó olvasni.
&
Mango take it home.

Ayyyo, Phreak-
Solid technique!
As ya wordz are flowin',
My respect kepps growin'.
So it'z me,ya know,I'm in da flow
Da E, da U, da L, da E;
Witta phreak on my side,
Da most verbal tide,
Pimphole sukkaz, ya betta hide!
'cuz I1m in it,if ya wit' it,
I rip ya face off, 'n wipe my ass wit' it...

'n I'm out too, fo' da nex' round,byatch.
Hehhe!:-)

Hibakorrigáció:
4. sorban természetesen "keeps"-et akartam
írni,elgépeltem,elcsépeltem...:-)

yo phreak and eule! check the (anti)talent!

: )))))

im no mc
as u can see
my rhymes suck
and im bad as a fuck

my real position is on the decks
givin you all the facts
showin you the heavy bassline
and taking away all of your time.

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AHOGY JO BARÁTOM MONDJA:::
-megnézed a menüt, de aztán otthon kajálsz.
-tele van bukszusokkal, sok a növény, vágod.
-majd most ha megnézi a buli képeit rájön élete újabb baklövésére.

:-)))
...Now...
I wanna se some headz bow!
Bow before me,da rhymecreator ya need,
Like a nice full pack o' da good weed,
Straight in ya face-straight in ya face,
Iz there only 2 Macs in da place?
...So...
Ray-kay-shay,shooga-booga-baaah,
Sis'-L,da rookie iz in da haaauuugghhh!:-)))
Jus' three men on da ship,
Now I'm in da central,wit' a whip,
Slammin wordz out wit' crazy noize,
All da wordz are my lazy toyz
Ya know...
The language iz english,but don't criticize me,
Jus' shut ya fukkin' mouth 'n please realize me!
Again,witta phreak on my side;a lil' essenceless,
But nevamind;it'z a ride on sentences.
Ya know...
I don't break up...:-)
So,here I go-here I go-here I go again,
I'm in da rhyme-I'm in da rhyme-I'm in da rhyme again!
Wit' a stomp I'm back again,
I don't go ta wreck da game
On da field
Da virtual battlefield,
Don't see no shield,
Wit' a script,sayin': Yield.
hahh...
Now I can see da finish line comin'
I jus' hafta put my rhyme on it;
But for sure: I'll bakk again,kickin' up
ya mind,
Wit' phreaky-Phreaky phrases droppin' them
like mines.
...peace...gimme some faygo muh'fuh'!...

Jungalists......emceez wit lisps, who cant talk shits,
fellaz pump ya fists, while gurlies grab yo titz
when da microphonez up in da wrists, blow da place to bits
drum in bass up in da place, up in your face, poppin' yo zits..

So Whoze dis emcee, dat step to me like he be rockin shit,
you breakdance? - and fake fanz, I feel like pop and lockin your lip
I'm a soloist, got no need for cliques, twist mics like boa constricts-
yeah you'll drop hits hit top 86 lix, than i'll remix your lyrics, and than get on top dem lists,
y'all can try comin back, and da crowd be like......wha? da' record skips...
I pop you, your crew, everyones crew , like some bubbly fat cysts...
rotten apple crisps, need some mo' practice, to take my piece of the chips..
jungle emcee's come to grips, i'd waste my whole day tryin to give y'all some tips...
so what I'm a cracker, i'll still bitchslap ya' and shine on like ritz
tear y'all to bitz, mr. no skillz who roll wit group thugz who think they got wips,
break out yo shitz, call up your bloods and yo' crips,
not the clips 4 your hair you actress, u got your panties on backwards, I saw dat shit when you did them backflips, if I see you frontin on da mic, i'll roll wit some fast kicks..
fukyour girl in da mouth , and cum on her blacktitz... it's like dis' jungalists

my lix are like movement, in time,
y'all need improvement, send my warriors out and storm yo hoodz like Chechen land by Putin,
drop da apple on your headz like Newton, got yo nex groovin' forewards and backwardz,
i suggest u take 5 minutes and let ya brain activity regroupin'
in silico dons you need to start over, may I suggest rebootin',
into dos, y'all lost like loaded samples no midi just loopin'
dat lyrical rhythm u spit got me pukin', what da fuk y'all doin'...
most of y'all online jungle rappaz seem like u need some beatz in your headz for cueing,
I feel like beating yo head in with my raw meathookz - submutant,
ha respects. to Queens, y'all be Kingz, like Reuben, where da bubblegumyum bitchez are chewing, and spittaz are hoopin', and Madhattan's just anothaaword for Tatooine,
all deese emcee's are hurting my eyes from verse viewing,
I wish I had a remote that would simulate some form of visible muting,
i bet y'all walk around da street wit yo pantz saggin and droopin,

like u left off a fullload of something that got me gaggin, your poopin? I left all y'all headz overcomputing', 21 gun salutin? , -nah dats just me shootin! industrial pollutant rimez,
crimes of violence and looting, ghettoized paradise, black ice, slips, while my shit sticks, like supergluin'.hellacoptaz swooping, on your whole crew and...start moovin or prepare to be chased pursuant, the war's recruitin...while I got my boot in yo azz, doc martin, yo asscheeks be partin', and all u fukin can say fag is awesome.....

So,wow,bow-wow,mista Shaman
You're snappin' like a cayman,
...But...
I'm tooth-proof;made from heavy titanium
Also crackin' to da halves like da fukkin' uranium
Then I got dem radiated,when they want me activated
I'm bullitproof too,so I don't give a fukk,
U got use the verbal bullitz,'n I jus' say:'Huckk!'
'Huckk',like Huck Finn,ya know,da homeless,
Who's bustin',and givin a damn on rustin';
I said 'rustin'',did ya hear it?
'n I kept on bustin',did ya feel it?
Every word iz a pie in ya face
But no need ta argue: be welcome in da place;
Mista Shaman,headin' ta me like a one man caravan
U did show me whatcha can,but u should show them again!
I should give ta you my maximal respect
In ya flava I didn't saw no regretz
...So..."so what?-sayz Red Zack"...
Straight bustin' wit' good-wrote flava
Seems like comin' from root-note;-Neva!
But's datzda fact,I liked dat shyat
Jus' b-cuz ya ain't talk shyat,
So I hafta shout(ya know jus' fo' let it all out)
Again:so I hafta shout:
Keep goin' on!!!
Wanna see da textlines growin' on!
One more souljah, da clique is bigga,
...jus' a little...but a bit bigga.Hah!
So come on other phuncky shitta,
Drop us some rymes,make us good times witta
Unique tekknique,like my homie Phreak
Show us if ya can,ya brain'z not weak!
So I let go a big tweeeEEEAAAaaak!!!
Collect more white niggaz,
More-more-more verbal killaz,
More floorfillaz,
More showdrillaz,
More ryme spittaz...
Wanna see a giant horde o' locustz,
Wanna see dem growin' like scoliosus,
Freakin' funkin'...Brainpumpin'!
...Well,mista Shaman...
My real name iz Satan,
I don't wear Ray-Ban
I don't have shame-tan,
When I let da game end...
Witta noise sayin' "!!!CRUNCH!!!"
Ya know,what do I eat fo' lunch?-->a Shaman...:-)

Peace.

Ummmhhh...dat waz tasty...:-)
But ya meat'z too chewy,so I spit ya out,
You got free jus' 'cuz I opened my mouth.
Dat'z da way we care 'bout each other:
You feed me wit' ya whole person
But it'z not so eazy - dat'z da first lesson.
Let me repeat,mista Shaman,
My new name iz Satan!
Ya know,da hoodie witta six-six-six
Who'z goin' lootie,'n packz ya fukkin' "lix";
Cuttin' out ya lipz,
Ya tongue,
So ya can't saye none.
Jus' try ta run home wit' leavin' da dome,
They say: every wayz are headin' fo' Rome.
Dat meanz,bitchie,da situation'z itchie
Fo' ya, 'cuz ya can't get me on da ground,
Everywhere ya find me if ya see all around...
Ya ain't gonna keep me out o' ya dreamz,
That dreamz become nightmarez wit' smellin' steamz
I'll be your pursuer fo' all ya lifetime
If ya lose in diz mo'fukkin' rymetime...
So show me ya clawz, 'n show me ya teeth,
Let me see ya break up da peace!
So let fall da lawz, 'n let all out,
Let me see ya mo'fukkin' head blow out!!!
Hehhe-he-he-he-he-he-HE-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(ez az előbb a virtuális sátáni kacajom volt)
:-)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Amúgy písz!

És bazzeg,csak ennyien vagyunk még mindig???
Aszittem tegnap óta legalább még 5 ember csatla-
kozik majd...
Mindegy,elháborúskodunk mi így is,nem?:-)))
Ja,Phreak:
Még nem is mondtam,h fasza ötlet volt ez a topic!
És várom visszatérésed a harcmezőre,már van egy
sámánunk is.Sztem felettébb jól nyomja.
Megin' písz!

Verbális illuzió
mc keverő fúzió
illusztris disszertáció
Masszív multivízió
horrorisztikus globalizáció
basszus integráló formáció
formálva
formalinban úszkálva
szétzilált szecceszió zöldre festett útjára
fektetett gyökérkezelt rengeteg
halotti torba veszett elmebeteg retrospektív
emberek
ikonizált tv néző
multi kiképző
droid iskolát végzett
irányítható, öntudatlan vágyaiba révedt
üveges tekintet
karosszékbe roskadt nyugdíjas poshadt
reklámok által jólétre hízlalt
egysejtü befolyásolható lények
vegetatív életfunkciót betöltő
potenciális áldozat
naív tudatlanságban fürdő
urbanizált kárhozat
vanitatum vanitas
jajaja

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magyarországon mindenki ismer egy dj-t

leoszt engem a multitalent nagymenő,
habitusának legfelső mentora
az improduktív agyvelő
mi ez? vajmi ólszkúl emszískedő iskola?
érthetetlen mérhetetlen elme, zavaros vízben kószáló,
eltévedt církáló
nagyszájú mobilételcsis
aranyfukszos irodalmár?
kalmár?
a mikrofon mögött holmi pénznemű indittatás szolgál?
apróbb nyelvtani problémák számára,
-a szabályföld legfelsőb nemű polgára- izaddságot csalnak átlátszó, kétszínű homlokára.
a begyakorolt rímek hordára?
kiképzett nyelvtani képlet?
képviselt mindent?
de most legyőzte az identitás végzet?
eddig szentül hitte, hogy mindent érthet,
de most lokalizálódott az effektív igézet:
eklekticizmus! Evolúció!
definiáljam?
Vagy cseppnyi tudatodba befér az elementáris
interpretáció?

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magyarországon mindenki ismer egy dj-t

Who'z da King of the Ink
Who'z da Master of Wordz
Faster than an eyewink
Should face what it hurtz

yo phreak da cake makes sssspecial space
da magical bass what I need
than wanna taste this weed : i
/pre-weedkend wicked feeling/ )

1 luv 4 hipstep, 4 real noshit,
i would die for hipstep, but not by u kidd,
dis mad world we live in - its fuckin crazy,
all deese emcee'z bringin beef, but forgot da gravy

sometimez i sit alone, wit mah cell off, in the silence, and think about, progressing my
role without da violence,
fuk nope it aint happenin', murder rappin', continue to degrade our women through da painful words and bitchslappin', the road less travelled is like upstream raftin, prolly end paddlin' up creek schaklin, or in da streetz, hit by schrapnel___ while tyrants sip on snapple, da dirty wormy apple, we can take it to da streetz, by sword, gat and scaffle,
concealed scalple, demoliton jackal, laughin at da way cranium cartillage crackles,continue verbal even if it requires my physical ploy into da battle, rappaz u suk like passifiers and a teething rattle, or more like nipples, clits, yeah u rok like fragile, heres a tip cattle, yeah u cattle tip oh blazin saddle, fukin sick bastard, ill be wit you gurl, while she be on me lovin da way da bitch straddle, her nights b sleepless, bitch aint even in Seattle..

but Budapest_____, I love ya music , cause we all be phat,
Budapest_____ u pump da ill shit, I must say tru dat,
Budapest____, ya shitz da realest, nowhere else can contest...
Budapesters got there headz high, screamin' out SU_____________plex...

1 luv 4 hipstep, 4 real noshit,
i would die for hipstep, but not by u kidd,
dis mad world we live in - its fuckin crazy,
all deese emcee'z bringin beef, but forgot da gravy

Da ' L

I rip yo fuckin' exoskeletons out, and its only the first bout, bitch standup, throw your
towel back in the rings, and break it out..

manifest, da L, hell yeah I sparks L, and dropz anothhaa spell, thats hexed, still bitaz
copy and paste my shit like its excell, i'm full mac material, get off your daddy's
compaq's and dells, laptops connected to your sisters cell, tell dat bitch i tried to call
her again to meet wit my whole crew again at the motel, ;)
still many emceez are on plight to seek a holy grail, but still fail, maybe too many blunts have been illogically inhaled, spittaz you couldn't even spell if your name was dan quale, go on snort anothaa rail, use caution trains derail, open up the caboose door, prepare- jump and bail, all hail, while I sip on 40 40 ounce ales,
poke in silico rappaz in their eyes, u need to device a monitor that enables you to read
in brail, your approach nevertheless fails, rubb rappaz like a finger on a bitchez snail,
blowup shit in yo emails, virtual emcee, u wanna fuk wit me, i'll enslave you and admit
you to some necrophiliac jail...bitch rappaz

dA L'

Jungaaaaaaaalistz,

Da worlds greedy, politics are bleedy, my hooks are meaty, yo momz said love all u need in life is baked ziti,
Child of Nefertiti, maybe even her father, believe me, i know it sounds like the world media up on your dvd,- connected through your IE -on your plazmatv, throw on your 3d,- goggles, mindz boggled like pcp, technology speedy, like your powdered heart, your eyes start turnin' beedy, too much drugz kids u need to eat da weatiez, warm that gut up like tahiti, so u think u got mo skillz,than me.... Oh really?
back up, nah u can't even be my back-up, you'd fuk the track up, like roadkill from a MAC truck,
Change the definition of ill, heres the mic spill, and the crowdz will jus crack up,
ladies backrub, scrub a dub dub, up in the hot tub of hot love,
do u want some more...nah!.. i think u had enough,
turn the engine on, million megahertz revin up, cyberpimp, bitch u ordered from dildonics, theres no way 4 u 4 gettin up,
i wondered why yo gurl was lettin up,
spreadin' to the breathren of luv,
givinhead, and gettin hammered in da pussandbutt, fuckincyberslut,
is dat yo momz, drop megaton bombz, like b2's on Saigon,let bygones be bygones, the future bombs are on......in silico rappers, I'm atch u like Tron...and coming strong...
drop yo smoking bongs, get your fingers goin like along with your thoughts, u got virtual bloodclots, left u like some child in the waiting room with a pencil connecting the dots,
conspiracy theory, media riddled political plots,
critical shots, electrify like nuclear watts, cold fusion, u cant reach my unison, with the speed of a million knots......turn yo spaceships...away....make way 4...the way i Sleigh like Scream's 1 , 2, and 3, dats right politics are bleedy.....

Mit akartok kezdetni velem, szopj le a bal melem,
magyarul nem beszlek perfektul de nem vagyok vak mint Hellen,
Keller, switch dat shit to english and destinguish punkemceez who think their realer
yo rimez are like lines out in cyberspace , I dont feel ya'
Rose Thorns cut through emcees what until da break of dawn, hellspawn, robotic tron, play chords on a mellatron, like the winds gone, i keep on like saddam, move on, sip periogn, put a cherry on...throw another record on ...... strongarm microphones and emcees like Vietnam, blow shit up, like Nepalm, bombz, keep my cool like da fonz, dirty dirty blondez, lemme see u shake dem thongz, lemme see you tote dem bongz, green chronz, cash takes i stakes stocks and bonds, i spread like bacteria on lakes and ponds, lyrical dons? mo like some miracle ponds, moisturizer, cream, clean the blood off my hooks and arms, obtain a platinum status, why u think your da baddest, all throwing up your bronze, see my shits magic, my mic converts to crystal wands, missles on........ hard like nipples after breastfeeding from new born momz, pop your silcone style, talkshitrappaz bring it on... LAZ LOW...tearin jungle emcees a new asshole,

agilis agreszorként
adagolod a kódokat,
értelmetlen kötekedésed
intrikákat felmutat.
létezésed célszerü,
látszólagos valóság
halmozottan élvezed a kötekedésed dallamát
és nemhiába taglalom a magyarázatot újra
alkalmazott művészet az eklektika titka
és néha ritka pillanat
mikor olcsó lesz a gondolat
és egyszerű de nagyszerű ha költészeted megmarad
de te egydül engem céloztál, hogy beálltam a sorba,
nem terelés ez ember
élő kubista forma
másképp teszem a rímeket, és te mégis azt hiszed, hogy egyedüli stílusoddal
te vagy a hip hop nagykövet
patetikus passzusod nem ébreszt halott lelkeket.
poétista rapkultuszod piedesztádon tetszeleg?!
frázisokkal illetsz, mikor a közhelyekben fülledsz,
monumentális orgiád a minimálisra dülledt csak a lángot nem látom, de füstölög erősen
határtalan fikció
terpeszkedik elöttem,
csak a miértjét várom
és közben respektálom
a formalitási föderációt,
a reguláris produkciót
az érzelem mentes
egocentrikus szankciót.

kingpeace

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magyarországon mindenki ismer egy dj-t

phreakshun-nak ment

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magyarországon mindenki ismer egy dj-t

na jó, abbahagyom

még soha nem emszíztem, de azé próbálkozni lehet

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magyarországon mindenki ismer egy dj-t

Who needs a clique, I got all u punk rappers eatindick,
always talkinshit, bout gunz and clips,
while the only thang i'm toungin is lyrics andtasty shavenclitz,
why not take it to the ring, and battle me line for line,
is it becuz your defintion of lines is limited to your evenin' session of mainlines...
fuk..
decongestion of spacetime, oxigized mind, toxified wine,
solitairy mind-frame, psychollogically sick,
atomically your prime,
let me translate dat u stupid fukinrappers,
heres a 40 ounce, its' ok, i'm a ritz cracker...
cyborg alien based futuristic hacker,
femcees heres a tallywacker...emcees you stinky shitstabbers...
we can go forewardz and backwardz, but in reallife i'll overcompute the keyboards
on your compaq's, macs and hewlittpackards,
afterwordz, my aftermath is evendently the master,
plus i produce beatz too, sweet rufftunez 4 ghettoblasterz,
so rappers grab your plazma, left you breathin
like u got asthma,
heres a crakpipe breathe on this, hotlava burns like magma...
the saga continues,
soon to rok all drumandbass headz in all Budapest venues,
all da othaa jungle emcee headz are bout to get served up on da menus,
no innuendoz, my shits fresh like mentos, primetime like Leno,
Parliament Hoes, rok in Audi pintos, eatin on Turo Rudi's,
stinky hoes wit Turo Bugyi's...hackin lugiz',
nasty gurlz, took me to Obuda to the movies
up in da backrow, suckin on my dik, tryin to sooth me...
whateva bitch wasnt like dnb , she couldnt move me ...
still i reached up in my pocket and pulled out an extralarge flavoured gumi...
she said do me..., I said i know u like my hung aryan style
she said oh do me.. i said i know u like the way I get wild..
oh do me....kurva. needed more face for dat smile...
I spit my load in her eye, she saw a child....
I said wait uh-uh, no way, no how, not now
plus yo just wanna milk me ($) like a cow, not my style
I rather 2 step wit junglettes up in da crowd..
teksteppin shorties know how to get down..

Da' L