Flip Dat Shit! -Cypher

So, basically just come up with a concept and see how many times you can flip it without being wack.

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I'm spittin off the dome, so theoretical wit the rhymes
Above the bar so theoretically I am on my grind
I figure if I do this a theoretical amount of times
Niggaz will feel my rhymes, theoritcally in my prime
Girls like money, so I'm theoretically pullin dimes
Killin' niggaz in battles, theoretically commitin crimes
You're probably thinkin "If he say theorical one more time..."
But I really don't care so theoretically I'm unkind
This is off the top of my head, so it's theoretically on my mind
I eat wack rappers so theoretically I'm bout to dine
You've never seen better lines so theoretically my verse is fine
My flow so sick so theoretically my flow is dyin
Whoever you you could rhyme theoretically they was lyin
I do this effortlessly theoretically I'm not tryin
Your verses so sad so theoretically your song is cryin
I could flip this infintely so theoretically my flow is "pi"in
But it just grew legs so theoretically my flow is byein

if you want to talk about the infinite im the man to talk 2
theres an infinite amount of doors i infinitly can walk through
i knock-2, sometimes 3 but mostly sometimes 4
once i knocked an infinit amount of times be-4 i walked through a door
sometimes i talk 2 myself whenever i get inside,
theres an infinite amount of places for myself and me 2 hide
but i have 2 keep on walking and discreetly open doors
cuz in these rooms im going in theres an infinite amount of whores

lol

dunno if i did it right but whatever

I got amounts of stacks, every day I rewound it back
Infinite loops on the track, so I amount to crack
Opportunities come and go, so your chances amount to wack
If you wanna amount to anything, you gotta pounce on that
My sound is mack, I hit full force, switch back to the sources
Cuz these days bitches 'll take you, see the amount of divorces
The nations need new leaders, and a larger amount of votes
But look at the amount of times they've fucked up countin' votes
I'm a mountain of well thought-out verse,
They say my rhymes amount to cursin', fuck it I'm about to worsen
These fuckin' scoundrels won't amount to the man behind the music
They underneath the beats, that amounts to withstandin' my abusin'

grip pistols that whip nigguhs, resorting to thin triggers
that aim at useless figures, "most of these rap nigguhs"
who spit filth, Litter, these "cats" is so Pussy
one thang, they won't push me, and two, they'll neva' whoop me
my flow, it starts to dooshing, MC's get wet fully
Im imitating a bully, beating nerds, "how could he",
leave em' Crip-ped, like Tookie, and Yung is only rookie
teachin' lessons, so don't play hookie...............

kinda got the cold im tryna play it cool,
nah fuck it im just gonna miss cool,
gonna be lazy and get some rest for today,
glad at how im gonna miss the test for today,
tomorrow i'll prolly get a slide from the teach,
just from inserting little lies in my speech,
maybe my dog passed maybe my grandmother will,
but that's for tomorrow right now i wanna chill,
maybe i'll get outta bed and play Xbox 360,
but that's pretty far, in the room down the hall,
so my lazy's preventin me,
so maybe i'll work my there and get there eventually,


....blah

Load forgive, wake me up
Lord forgive, wake me up


Been in it, since Pac Rodimez on a nygga
before crush groove amped a nygga
Way before prince tagged a hoe
i'm just that thoro, to collect bread from ya local hero
I aint scare of shyt, how my heart beat mellow
these nyggaz just talk, there streets I walk
no burner just fists I bark, black & proud, I stand Loud
you cats just warm, i'm hot like soft, quick to boil
to hard knocks, something they want not
fuck law, i'm to fly not to dump shots
got bitches like, they flip knots until they flip flop
they hating on all degrees, while i'm waiting on a Margery
please...that can't be me, i'll empty three



Step up!

empty three, closed caption, long strappin'/
down shoulders, from here to north dakota//
power Solar, with soda, and supersoakers/
On saturday, he wen't that a way//
that'll play, loud on the turntables/
are you able to spit these old fables//
without lables, on long tables/
with dinner on it, kinda feel yawning//
this here's jawnin', mind bombing/
mind throbbin', large cotton, how it's gotten//
plot forgotten? no it's not an, concotten/
with the loud shot's an/
what about'n got you spreadin' out and sproutin'//

The guy above me didn't pay attention cuz he didn't follow suit
But I'll lay down a monster hand & sweep up all tha loot..
Don't let nobody get the best of me, I never stall, Always rollin..
So you can push in all ya chips if you like the cards your holdin
I'll call the bluff everytime bitch I'm never foldin..

(poker..)

lemmie flip this, ya dig this? addictive scriptures
Im prescriptin' for you n all of my children.... Fucka

I live my life by one rule, ugh, always get the cash
and if you fuck wit my stash niggaz, then im comin for ya ass
38 on the ankle, glock nine on the waist
niggaz get strangled, if they get up in my face
bitches want a tayste, so i give em what they want
and put em in they place, if them bitches try to front
everyday i puff on dat blunt, so I can get real high
and put the locs on, so po's cant see the eyes
I never spit a lie, dog Im straight from the heart
imma never quit rappin, cuz im on point like a dart.

Bitch Im Me

Where Im From U Only Live By 2 Rulez
Stay Real, Make Cash
I Bake Cash
Get It I ''bake Cash''
Ma Lil Nigguhs A Handle Yo Fake A55
I Neva Trusted Ya Snake A55
U Workin Wit Bacon An Eggs Ya Betta Break-fast-
Witcha Snitchin A55
Put On A Face-mask Wen I Getcha A55
Beggin Foe Yo Life Iz Musik Ta Ma Ears Witcha Bytchin A55
3 Strikes Ya Out Da Game,but They Pitchin Fast-
If U Dont Wanna Get Burned,neva Get Caught In The Kitchen Last-
The White Getcha Paid,but Less Time Wen U Pitchin-grass-
Kickin Doors Iz Cool,but I'd Ratha Break Da Kitchen-glass-
An Take Every Thang U Got,an Let The Burna Fry Yo Chicken A55-

concept: today's nfl draft

nfl draft, the rams and the 49ers/
baltimore, indianpolis an the san diego chargers/
green bay, tryin' to find a replacement for brett favre/
49ers tryin' to find a quarterback that can take charge//
an tryin' to draft guards, plus cornerbacks/
and find the next adrian peterson in at runningback/
so they running back and talking to scouts/
from the senior bowl, to try an see what it's about/
don't want to strike out or stay in a drought/
when we get the right, pitch, we tryin' to knock it out//
of the park, and hit a home run/
so when next season comes around it'll be a lot of fun//
for are to watch to watch, in the parking lots/
they'll be tailgating, can't waiting to cheer alot//
for the home team, cause that's the only way/
til we get to the superbowl or winnin the divisons, ok// lol..

lol.

topic/song: deeper underground...

let's go deep underground, like it was the metro subway/
or underground like the wake up show on sunday/
or here on thursday, or at leimert park/
or the grasshopper on wednesday's is another proper spot/
that's underground like xzibit, or chinky eyed/
or ras kass, the horsemen, enforcin' until they get the prize//
underground like the golden state warriors, the group an the team/
underground like independant lables, on the scene/
underground like natural elements, "2 tons"/
or "2 face", with "4 i's" like mississippi, son//
or graffitti writers that be goin' all city/
producers that's raw gritty, but not that far, from P-Diddy//
how bout the free, witty, joke' because they silly/
underground fans, attendin' shows like what's the dealy?//
from here to philly, don't foget the turntabilists, and mic cableists/
who makes its easy to enable-this//
expression, fun, not carrin' anyone/
and, you can tell by how her bitty's, hung, lol... (yes, yess, yalll)/

Slow motion is betta than no motion....Ah I I I get it!
give it up slow motion...I pulled out so fast never seen him hit the grass
hand full of cash pullin off to the stash
havent even pulled off the mask, countin up who got problems wit us?
Second that motion weapons be toastin spot em we silently bust
Niggas on the island wildin no women to thrust no smilin
clutchin fags, bustin ass no condoms the fuck
they get out to go back in what the fuckkkkkk
Obama should win president, he be the only politic to hold presidence
KKK think a black president is bitch, Ku Klux Klan i'll strangle one of them
off the presidente, straight out of LA may cause a melee
after im outie, hop in a audi, shoot a cop at a rally
dog im sour b, only
I can be proud of me only
I can see the child in me cause
I grew up outside of poverty, means
I shouldnt be out in these streets
I hustle hard gain a spot in the elite

Whats hood without the bad, though I've neglect to lack
cats bark to make names, so i'm quick to feedback
ya know where i'm at, father gone so streets my OG
mother I props, cause all these daughters I've bro-dy
through flow ya feel me, spit I can let the stress relieve
cats act, but I aint bout that fake shyt they believe
i'm on my grind, time spent well confine
we can rhyme & reason, I'M SICK! but never behind
rap giving something back, do shows let the chips stack
5-9 i'm wit that, but after that I gotta flip packs
thanx 6ft & CatchWon, for bringing me back
even without a Cadet, The Karma real on this track
could hate if ya want, ya still notice to acknowledge the pace
where a real NYGGA from, fuck fame i'm try'n to get paid
though shyt fade, i'm still sitting like that ACE OF SPADE
always bout business, fuck trying to get laid





Hot Fire...

my flow's like the river-and
so holy, moly, world class goaly
couldn't stop me when i kick it
spit n flip scripts like a skillet
you know how i bomb
move hands like a clock
when i tick and i talk
joke? i'm not..so don't cross-
like criss, i dismiss misfits
when i hit with this gift of lyricaly sickness
witness, i'm the truth like pleading guilty
filthy lyrics fill me, call me Hilty
cuz i'm a tool when i get loose in the booth
smooth, like fabric softner, a carpenter
with my precision i incision victims like a surgeon
hurtin', i'm leavin 'em every time i break their spine
like an alcoholic wife-tester, i'm never done
the clever one, my tongue's a gun
16 bullets - thru you when i pull it
confiscate your soul, leavin your pants full o' shit
then i sit n think
how much pain wanna inflict
when i already Sat and Sonned you like the weekend
your confidence weakens when i release my inner demons
n i don't stop from morning till evening


**editting for color and size

[Southstar] (Smilez)
Celebri-ty pop star, hoodstar, what it' do! (What it do bitch!)
Obama Killa, Bush's niqqaz yeah we'll slaughter you
With ya mommas, baby mommas n ya daughters, too (SOUTHSTAR!!!)
Yeah its raw boy, so uncut boy how ya love it?
Joyful being on top, boy? 'Star uh shoot ya the fuck up OFF IT!
(FUCK BOY!) we V.I.P, on some nose candy shit
We so family with Lindsay Lohan on that T.I.P (*SNIFF*)
Clubbin', Ibiza, Berlin, we livin' the life, rich n famous
We at Studio 54, pourin' bricks on tables
No straws, only hundred dollar bills, we on some A grade shit (*SNIFF*)
Smilez & Southstar get the parties poppin'
Chargin' 50 G's each just to show up on some hip hop shit
Hit the airport, tourin' in every state, circlin' the globe
Raw fuckin' groupies, we stay reimbursin' on our jobs (ZHOOOOO!)
So keep hatin' on a couple a young niqqaz from the O
Who did make it... fuck ya punk niqqaz who stay broke.... (HAHAHAH!)

[Smilez]
Word on the street is ya niqqaz stay missin'.... I mean where y'all at?
Raisin' goats in Wisconsin, niqqa get the fuck out my face!

I mean I don't wanna disrespect our fanbase out there but forreal y'all not touchin' us, we be at the 2 million dollar studio high off the purest....

Y'all stay at ya momma's porch burnin' that cheap dirt grass they sold u for weed.... Keep savin' yo pennys niqqa maybe some day you'll afford a nice shirt or sumthin bitches,ZHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

hypothetically, this cypher didn't go where it should
so hypothetically it needs some work like nails in the wood
hypodermic needle verses get you hooked on the words
so hypothetically it means my lyrics gotta be good
whether hatin or appreciatin', long as you back
i really couldn't give a fuck like hypothetical crack
dope, weed smoke, whatever, put my word in a sack...
take it home and go and smoke it, shoot it up in the track
and realize not hypothetically,
but it's a fact that you're whack!

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