Discussion in 'Cypher' started by CaTchW0n, Apr 15, 2009.
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equip wit explosive punches that I script to spit
signature lines is how I scheme to flip my shyt
game deep drop'n bricks float'n to the top of bullshyt
its double jeopardy the life i'm living anytime I can lose it
moving quick fuck a bitch if she holding me up
bills thick its not feed'n sense than fuck being hype up
cause when I drink its the same like fight club
you might do what? but get fuck up!
in the lyrical graphical vision that i'm pitch'n
listen before ya wreck over transactions in transition
cause incisions to sour from punctual wounds being plug
you not that tough you just need'n a hug
i'm just cocky & brolic ya ought a shut the fuck up
I put the chrome to ya temple making ya masses shift up
Ehyo, You Lackin' Skills! I'm In The Ack Still Stackin' Bills!
Rappin' Ill! Watch Ya Back Get Slashed And Grilled!
I'll Snap Ya Ribs In Half! Grab The Fifth And Blast!
P H A X Is Spittin' Raps Like I Have To Kick Ya Ass!
Til Ya Disc Is Cracked! I'm Makin' A Fan Base!
Stop Takin' Ya Mans Place, I'm Breakin' Ya Damn Face!
A Black Smith With These Lyrical Tactics!
& Thats It! They'll Start Hearin' The Madness!
...I Stack Chips In The Six With A Bad Bitch!
...My Crack Flips In The Bricks With The Addicts!
Spittin' Venom On This Beat Called "Track Horn!"
While You "Fuckin' With Bigger Dicks" Than Black Porn!
Get Ya Raps Torn! Why You Gotta Ask For? ...
You're Attached To The Net Like A Back Board!
I Treat These Weak Emcee's Like Crash Dummies!
I Stack Money, But You'll Never Get Cash From Me!
me lack'n skillz wouldn't never gave ya the blueprint
thats the difference of you play'n off the bench
i'm off the wall face to face I bet ya flinch
wanna rap that to spit this get off my dick
dismantle ya style say'n ya ill but ur not sick
got a few street lines but nobody buying that shyt
just how ya bit my concepts think'n ya flip my shyt
ya make it a good thought I make it a hot bar
wit out the homo, broke-ness and imaginary crash cars
plus the shyt ya type is years old
ya potential constipated got you scare to grow
the time it took ya to use recycle lines from out ya stash
It would of been best to use paper to place it in the trash
destroy memory banks alt, delete cache
dude whole team homo eating niggas ass
And this mack got kick backs like we throwin a bash
too many raps for a notebook,
so what I did typed the raps in the imac notebook
niggas shook they cardiac aint ready
ride this track out like mario andretti
mc's ricky bobby no control pick a different hobby
kill ya whole team over ice like sidney crosby
Stupid faggot. I didn't direct ANYTHING in my verse towards you...take that shit somewhere else.
You should just dropped a verse other than talking shyt, it mess up a thread when you start talking in a cypher bitch
You're gonna tell me how to rap now? Fuck outta here.
No I'm talking about messing a cypher thread up by talking shyt....
like nyggaz don't want to come in a thread and start reading cyphers, than start reading nyggaz talking. It mess up the flow of the cypher
i love to drink when the sun sets, consider it a night curse
But I cant jus notice a type verse
i'd rather flow in a cipher
but when i read all this bullshit, ionno if i like herbs,
cuz they like t'type shit when they s'posed to just cease flowing
but shit, i dun giva fuck cuz its grimace and you know ill jus keep going
*i am rilly deeerunk*
what up wit cha GRim!!
im playin rappers like I played this beat
go head hop on the track the verse laid it to sleep
keepin it on lock like a password, chief and commander
try getting your last words theres no gettin yo ass heard
im spittin to spas nerds they get ate ordervs
brush the dirt off shoulder
haters washed up off shore
tryin to keep composer, tried keepin it coshere
dont wanna reach for the holster
if I release the toaster its going be over
its the beast defeating my culture freedom of speech will we listen closer
the flow big so it posts up in the paint yao ming
nah mean, im drawin pictures ya just tracing ya poser
these boys comin’ hard / I’m over-grippin’ the mic / see the scars / you over-trippin’ like dykes / I’m / syke/ type oh-logical when bombin’ foes / they gotsta go / track steady / flow deadly / yo son, here’s the remedy / I bet after this you gon’ remember me / pleasure me is somethin’ your chick often do / yezzir / when she’s not with you / yezzir / when you found out, you lost it dude / stomp the ground out now let’s drop the gloves / I’m givin’ many things but one is not love / the gloves put back on as the doctor reaches in your skull / man / I’m full of eatin’ rappers / so dull / they actin’ whacker and whacker / I pack words in chapters and look for the life hereafter / when I die where do I go… back to work?
wack rappers still alive? guess im last of a dying breed
knock em the fuck out
stand over em wit my foot on his chest while he trying to breath
tryin mc they dying to be
I got connects like wi-fi in HD
fuckin wit me like grapplin in the ufc
no life insurance no signing a release
meet ya deathwish, dont get outta pocket watch ya step bitch
all u dudes do is raise skeptics, I blaze sessions
your played lessons, I havent seen more squares since the game tetris
no respect or gaining effort
let me show you how a psycho spit precise wit hits
killin ya DOGS like Micheal Vick when u die you'll be dead in the morgue
or found in a reseviors crushed from metaphors
im on a low carb diet 'I dont break bread no more'
smash your head on floors to its swelled up sore
put up points I'll settle the score who ready for war?
puttin out joints easy like im sparkin with a blow tourch
2much drama i'mma hafta defuse
can''t be 2
lax'd wit ya mood, the place where i grew
pages turned...neighbors concerned
street chronicle news..
thinkin-the-sickest-shit is comical muse
dreams is screwed from images consumed
fetal position'd in rooms, ramblin' manically
still scramblin' tryna recover my stash'd salary
habits of cheatin and gamblin' annually..
life is a dice game ....
poker face while handlin' tragedy
check my sniper rife game.....
no, sweat on the skin im all in
blood lines is all sick
function fine wit a sick mind
demons and leeches in i'm
i'm in, lord forgive me for unintentional sins, amen
I only touch the surface with purpose
fuck the weak pace in the work place pay aint worth shit about face
tell u what next after pay
spend it on work hit strips triple workshift
quadruple the networth
give the whip a facelift
dont talk amounts shit if
it doesnt make sense it dont make cents
patient as a virgin straight laced
keep the haters lerkin
cop guns like showcase get to the merkin
rocks hung from the necklace show em ya uppercase
house in the surburbans
outrace the vermins
proceed with cautions feds be on ya hed like turbins
cop pleads I rather bleed be in coffins
trigger squeeze sneeze be coughin
get choked up aint on my hands and knees when I talk about pushin up
no sleep soon as you snooze get woke up
its brutal wit the hoodlums nobody bulletproof
standin ovation ocassion 21 gun salute, over paper chaser pursuit
catch metal in ya mouth like braces on your tooth
puttin stacks away for rainy day
aint nothin new, bitches findin me now ratios cum n 2's
You can let the beat ride, I'm fire, when I speak rhymes,
Each time, shit is more crack than a street grind,
That's why I'm, skatin' passed these hatin' cats,
Breakin' backs, snap a chick's spine when Keeps rides,
I reach sky's, my arms expand, I'm far from land,
While ya'll burnin' fake dimes like parsley grams,
Keeps is wack? Beg ya pardon ma'am,
But I'm far from lamb, damn, got the heart of champs,
I'm a beast, watch me get into modes,
That'll twist faces more than sexual throes,
I'm better than most, the rhetoric shows,
Every time I step into flows, the rest of them become ghost,
I boast, the illest flow, lyrics, and skill,
Plus I stack more bricks than a pyramid built.
thread ended after that habits of cheatin and gamblin annually shit
Raps contortionist making beats proportionate"
Melt and mold, the flow is liquid porcelain"
Close the door again, we're off in the Delorean"
Pressin on the gas til the petal breaks the floorboard in"
Back to the future, chest to the sky"
Neck to my thigh, most in her mouth, rest in her eye"
Bet that i'm fly, my feet don't even touch the ground"
Get on your hands and knees if you think i'm fuckin round"
Duckin' down, big shot niggas...is nothin now"
I'm a dentist in this game, cuttin and pluckin crowns"
But this just a cypher I should prolly shut it down...
Time waits for no one
so while im breathin imma blow one
i kicks sh1t like mauricio showgun
i often dream about paradice
as often as every night'
feelin hopeless walkin threw tha city streets
yeah im gritty peeps,
mad because my pockets petite
an every day repeats it's self
same ole sh1t,
i hold it in until my anger release it's self
an people love to stir up rumors
i guess they mad im ahead of my time an they late bloomers
mary jane tha only woman relate to us
she eliminate tumors that stress create threw us
i feel hell is my final fate,
because all my nightmares i see demons photographin my final state
flames consume me im scared to step into tha light
will i ever find peace in this dark place
lets get high an watch each other heart race
it aint mine mary this is our space
im from tha gutta it got me goin crazy like scarface............
I'm the figure of fire, rip and ignite a mic into bits of a wire,
Spittin saliva to drive ya spine to twist from the virus.
Tearin a jot thru ya brains, wearin a costume of flames,
I maim, scarily hauntin the grave of emcees to carry em off to the lake.
The grossest rawest focused artist flowin bars of poet content,
Choke ya carcass with both ya arms til u float unconscious.
Nostradamus with the verbal from a portal of hellish regions,
Every word that I tell is demon posessed to drench ya torso in reddish bleedin.
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