Discussion in 'Cypher' started by barnizzle, Mar 21, 2008.
This is a quick free with punch to make you feel tipsy while i sip tea
Trick thee like fooling a woman in bikini to play strip tease
Think you can rhyme!?! Kids please! Your writs breaze....
I TAKE BREATH FROM YOUR BOBDY, RIBS SQUEAZED!!
This Brit's frees cause a gigantic Atlantic wave to the US
Just from two breaths the tsunami is hitting YOU, yes!!!
You dudes best learn to swim to the depths whales go
If you fail flow G chews you, spits you out like whale blow
Don't get that twisted fags! I ain't talking about penis, thats heinous
Seemless genius sends you to court like Venus (Williams)
Strike spleens crushed with one hit from a strong fist
Deflating the fakes like blonde's tits or bong hits
Honestly someone should give me a Rhyme Quoting Diploma
For President of the US, you might as well be voting for Homer
Punchlines are enough to put a bloke-in-a-coma
Spitting tornados that blow you out the home like Oklahoma
You heard of me? OK, good... time to prep up for surgery...
the words I free are engrained in minds for an eternity.. shit..
And if you thought that was bad just wait till I unload
more shots than Yolemite Sam after a gun-show..
Unsung hero... here to make all your ladies sweat.....
crazy net sling-er, pissy, like toothy babies get..
Shit... you're watching in AVX... hi definition,
1080P... creative chi displayed @ 60frames per free...
Peter Jackson shit, shitting on rappers
without the laxative...prescription, dissing cats with scripts..
bug-eyed, walking through acid trips (whoa)
I hope the casket fits, didn't have time to get it tailored..
aesthetic skill with the sickness, need me a medic bill..
head's filled with tectonic thoughts... shifting..
hip hop lifting to the top when I drop in this...
non stop, linguistics... buoy!!!
leaving kids destroyed... Oklahoma to Illinois..
feel the noise like it resonated your real estate..
So what you feeling, mate? Froggy? then leap then..
You'll be a Dead Man Walking - Bernie On The Weekend..
all you see's a silhouette figure soon as I creep in..
...ya pad, call you "Maxi" and BLAM... you'll be leaking. PERIOD.
Serious... villainy and mysterious.
Handlebar mustache, Muttley laugh, riding chariots.
Bury kids with their coloring book... buzzing without..
the Hornets Nest.. Lisbeth rappers get murdered when metaphors addressed..
This fucking boards a mess....
Don't knock opportunity's door, unless... you're ready for the outcome..
What they really about, huh?
Swing with the South Paw, project a punch that will take their mouth off - Seth Brundle.
Geena Davis.. the meanest creative genius weighs his..
thoughts on a sheet of paper like, "Homie... come meet your maker".
Fuck... don't mean to get metaphorical..
But tell that Neo bitch that "I'm the one, don't need me an Oracle"...
reading the Torah, slow. Rock that Fedora so..
hard that John Hamm felt sordid, yo... out in the wilderness
wondering where did Dora the Explorer go?
And I'm board so know if you feel slighted, hit me up n' get you some real guidance.
This a meal, minus the skill of surreal rhymers..
The Diamond in the rough's grown - while you still 'minors'..
to fucking stone... hit up your semi-formal with nothing on...
but a cufflink... the fuck is up? drink the spiked punch...
Having breakfast in bed... it's kind of like lunch..
Aussie bitches lay naked, I fuck ya wife's cunt..
Up in Smoke with these words, they say that I'm quite 'blunt'...
On a mic hunt, while their punches are misses more than a fight stunt...
I don't care if it flowed....
I ain't scared of a hoe, but hearing em' so embarrassing, bro.
I'm careless, but I swear it's a go once that mic switch ignites, bitch..
get tight lipped when you meet the left and the right fist..
It's like, this....
Message... sentence.. causing repenting..
not a relenting figure, my pencil's a mental trigger..
the barrel's loaded, so it's fucking 'wrap' for who the Pharaoh approaches..
wore you out.. ha, that's too bad... my 'apparel's dope-ness'..
KooL La!d is just a user name I'm using, meng..
I ain't new to the game.. I sit on the top of the music chain..
Breathless has returned, from his ride on the white horse
with knowledge he learned on the side, and its like Norse
mythology, from what's odin keepin it loki
Stuck in the freya long while, friggin fulla this bullsheet
Been bragi and borred of this saga, andhriminir again
I just need some thorazine before it gets more than I mean it to
I can't hermoor fitting reasons to have ran from this vali of evil truth
But nott now, hel no, only when my sol has grown baldr than the tree of youth
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It's that same old unwrap, gut, pack, puff, pass tradition
Impatient just waiting till it comes back to hit it
My body is a temple, this is home improvement
I'm puffing constant, so abusive, no excuses,
I love the ganja
The way your purple buds burning up makes my nose tickle
While I'm drifting down the river sending smoke signals
I'ma sit and drown in liquor, cure the itch in my throat
Different from those average smokers I'm so lifted
Simple enough, the piff that I puff can cripple your lungs,
That one hit and you're done shit that sticks to your thumbs
Seems like sniffing the buds alone would get you a buzz
Got people hitting me up to get a whiff of the nugs
Light up, inhale that weed
Never met another that gets blazed like me
All these motherfuckers wanna taste this dees'
Put the blunt to your lips, keep your face on cheese
A vagabond spittin' about sacks, while he's on crack?...
Word is bond that, hobo's shittin' on both sides of the tracks.
One minute, doin' bong hits, hittin' the green plastic...
and next he's doin long hits, fiendin' for glass dick.
I didn't see it happen, but it's dropped in his name...
If he wasn't here rappin' lame, he'd be hopping some trains.
The freight lines rollin, where it's going? He's not well aware...
Doesn't care, underwear's the same dirty pair, Cali to Deleware.
Stinkin' to high heaven, pig-pen & them's his brethren...
Wafting is his weapon, tough stench fends for him.
Can't get next to him, his blight is not worth the fight...
I had to shower right, after seein' his verse typed.
Flip it right, from the bum, to the bud, fuck it...
A white owl blunt split & the nugs get crushed quick.
Kush is what he fucks with, this Bubba's not his cellmate...
But got him stuck like chuck, like, tucked in a stalemate.
Key'd up from the feet up, lost in space and time...
Freed up to find his rhymes, a divine waste of time.
Waste of time...
See my brain's insane, a fading light,
A hell of a sharp knife, a breaking night,
Like welcome to the darkside,
Make yourself at home please,
I'll even give you dinner, plus a set of your own keys,
Let yourself in, go ahead and kick your feet up,
I'm a cheater when there's rules, go ahead and you'll get beat up,
I eat up all the fools that be dreamin' on their drool,
Too much sleepin', you're in school, and k33per be the teacher,
I mean, what else can I say,
I'm the bomb shit,
Drop a deuce on a lawn, whoops it was the wrong crib,
Ha, I don't give a fuck, been doin' this for too long,
To move on, I'm still tryin' to catch me a dewgong,
I'm a newborn, at twenty five,
Fuck if you don't love me guy,
Too much weed to care, and I'm way too fucking high,
Life long smoker you can hear it in the vocal chords,
If anything, they're telling me that I really should just smoke some more,
I'm hopin' for and open door that holds the sort of gold adorned
homely whores, willin' to get their knees and show me porn,
Yea, I'm livin' it out,
Tryin' to find me a freak that let's me spit in her mouth,
Maybe when we're chillin', just pushin' through the downtime,
She could turn and say, "You should put it in my brown eye,"
You don't hafta tell me, I know I'm fuckin' weird,
But I'm sure as shit, sure as fuck, I ain't the only slut in here,
I like fuck, me a butt, till the chick churns a couple tears,
Then I cum, in her bum, cuz it's fun, cuz I'm fuckin' weird,
See me in your hallways, breezin' on past,
Your girlfriend asleep after I was eatin' her ass,
And just let her to know that I'm dope,
I pulled out of her mouth, and blew my load on her toes,
And it sounds odd, my signature for crimes sealed,
You'll know it was me, if you find semen on her high heels.
...on some borderline illegal shit, so chances are she might squeel~>
A dirty bastard lurkin', J Kreepin' in his last verse...
An ass master cursed, with a craving past perverse.
He never really formed bonds or dated & such...
Porn jaded this fuck, he stays stuck, fixated on butt.
Aimin' to cut..Towns aint safe, this freak is on the brink &...
Ready to stab at any brown eye that he sees winkin'.
His Mom is freakin', cause she KNOWS, & can't stand it...
Caught him sniffin stank panties, & KNEW she'd had an Ass bandit.
An answer she demanded, "why the fuck is my kid warped?"...
"Ahhh, it's nothing Ma"... meanwhile he's huffing the skid marks.
A chef at heart, Toss a mean salad, or so he's touting...
Can't get a kiss from chicks, word's out, & they KNOW where his mouth's been.
This crack whore let him through the back door and got him sprung...
For about a hun, she let him get some dung on his tongue.
Trick layin on her back after the green had got stacked...
Flipped over & arched her back, a clean shot at her crack...
One hit of shit addicted him, now look what it's did to him...
He can't get off, unless in involves, Split cheeks for him to rim.
I'm killing two birds with one stone, this fifth and my liver
Slick shit is delivered when I get blitzed off this mixture
Rum and chronic, feeling like my mind could run with Sonic
Nothing can stop it now until I'm slumped and nodding out
No regrets, these alcoholic genes are hand-me-downs
And I was packing blunts way before I could spell my name
This is the life that chose me and fuck it I'm happy now
Asked my conscience what he thought, and he said he felt the same
yall goin in I see....Respect^^^
My whole life I was hated
you gotta walk threw the rain, to be the greatest
who created mankind that could be debated
the picture perfect but a nigga faded
I'm not hungry no more, guess a nigga made it
still strive'n' to be a better man
tired of runnin' the streets ridin' I need another plan
then I sip some henn reminiscing about my friend
they killed him while he slept in his van
I'm crying with my pistol in hand there I go again
I can't seem to leave my demons in the past
when I'm sleeping they harass, me, my visions nasty
please don't wake me I'm addicted to fear
shaking as I toss in turn, fighting things that isn't there
rubbing my eyes so my visions clear, but nothing ever appeared....
They came to this nation slaves. ABOMINATION
Chained in invasion, shaken by Obama nation
Gave em' names of pagan statesmen in enslavement
Paid them deflation and gave them by-words verbatim
Fed them bacon and patriotism, radiated in the racism
Synonym with 3/5th a person, würden by the Germans
Naked drinking bourbon or exerting hurt in the urban
The thirst is heard and they will emerge on the verge
On the wings of a BIRD, perched on the word of its chirp
Master asks why, goes searching to stop the usurp
The Most High says, "Come out from among of her"
Strike lighting, amplified thundered.
Freeing the slumbered wrung by wonders.
Brothers and sisters of the true Hebrew.
Pictures of promise. Sees the Spirit through.
Gentiles stolen the identity, gave you Zeus.
Thy destiny is a pedigree, not shameful roots.
Do you understand English, bitch I'm steam'n
yeah I'm mad throwin' up a fuckin' flag
not tha the white one, nigga I'm the right one
lay up in the bushes snipe one light one
big blunt got me dizzy, but a nigga gettin' bizzy
choppin' up the body screaming YM (why him) like I'm drizzy
rain drops on my fro, know my hair kinda frizzy
yall don't get it but a few do
swear to god I think my mama doing voodoo
can't control the squad I let the crew loose
now they running rapid, askin why I stick to rappin'
do they really wonder do they wonder why I'm rappin'
because I'd rather express my actions than be ratchet
standin' on the curb with a bird no easter basket
walking home with a zone zip locked in some plastic
tellin' mama that grown on the phone wit' my pastor
prime minister in the city full of bastards masked up
pistol in mattress my words magic imagine
Real shit.... if you don't understand ....catch up.....
Valley of dry bone-
read the scripture not the letter
see mama in the picture on ya dresser
eyes pent up, two epicenters where her pestilence peppers
she said see the sign rendered in the texture
be the boy measured when the storm sweats the weather
lament blood, bend shut the percent of treasure you surrendered
remember life, now a man must represent members of his shelter
beggars and the debtors that the censors senor with a censure
cause man, the world is polyester around our collar as this sweater
Seek the answer not the glamor
Flee the the cancer of the actors laughter
see mama in the picture on ya dresser
eyes wiped out, signs of the texture in the scripture
she said I'm the boy commander waving a banner anthem
now a man, I tell her I'm maximus maxim the phantom
rendering memorandum for my underclassmen madmen
shot out like a cannon over the canyons of compassion
penetrating shadows chasms in valleys of dry bone
we are family of bravado, most with afros and butterfly soul
juxtapose the majesty of God against the agony of foes who oppose
we know who gives life and takes it mama
I read the scripture and not the letter
I see the sign rendered in the texture
It's not me in the coma,
rest in peace mama
My Life like rock&roll....
drugs and hoes.
ow na na na na na na
Girl would you be....
more than a friend....
I'll take one knee....
come walk with me....
Together for eternity, this life an the next
Saying no to me, is like a knife threw the neck
I can't breathe without you
Girl its something about you
Maybe the way you flex when our souls intertwine
Baby you the reason Jesus turned water into wine
She a goddess so modest but also awesome and divine
In a world where hate is good and Loving is a crime
Its a breath of fresh air to feel her body next to mine
I'm so use to concealing my feelings I finally writ em
Feels so funny coming from a guy who raps about murder and money
But mommy got a smile that brings the best out
Not to mention the visions of when her breast out
Her body is a temple I'm Indiana Jones
Like mike tyson in his prime or Even Larry holmes
Beat the pussy up Beat the pussy up
Fuckin' with me? Na I'm fuckin' with you,
But I ain't fuckin' around, just fuckin' the mood,
I'm the needle people heat up, be the drug that you use,
But as long as there's drugs, then there's something to do,
I gotta quarter pound weed that I'm rollin' in blunts,
Right night, shit the whole thing? I'm smokin' it up,
Smoke clouds surround, the sound of pounds amounts
to less than an ounce of fucks to give,
Like yes, you can suck my dick,
And as long as you're down there, you might as well buff my kicks,
I'm a son of a bitch, a runnin' joke, plus I'm slutty as shit,
Put my dick on your puckerin' lips,
Cuz I'm the shit, what it is, yea I'm runnin' this bitch,
Dumpin' silver bullets buckin', like a couple of twins,
Win, every time I compete, it's a checkered flag,
Holy water spit, when I rip then I'm blessin' tracks,
Better call the medics Jack, stretch the smith and wesson back,
Every time I pull it a bullet'll teach lesson, act
as if you live, to not die,
Cuz I'm high, and all I see is spinach, I'm Popeye,
My flow is a bit cockeyed,
It sees from a different angle, breathes from the pith of angels,
Been down on my luck for me to just
Just too much truth for me to what ?
Truth. I see it in the young; once is too much
First of the month fixed on the third of the slum
Birth of the jam praised the Lord of the guns
Lead of the lamb slugs the white of the man
In the breath of the lungs is the voice of the love
The days come when the void of the dark
Will point to the noise of the light
In joy in their joints, smiting the knights of the night
Been up on the down, down on the ups
What ? Too much truth for me to just
Bust up that easily, I trust this to the judge
Live down the gun, peacefully up on His touch
This is me stuck to the plunge, up on the trust
Not on a crutch, been blind seeing the blood
It's faith of the servant vs. face of the serpent
Mud in the gut, lunch served in the cup of the cusp
World of the carnal stares at nothing true to be sawn
Impossible to breathe, hostile to sleep free into the dawn
The words of the apostle runs, runs on and on
Something supreme over the carnival kings
Lo, out the mouth of Isaiah the prophet
Bada boom, Bada bing. It's been on.
You know what I mean.
I Do it for my people
my people, who locked in a cage
Flying down i-95 look like a dessert eagle
I'm hard to impress these hoes easily amazed
that's what separate a strong mind from the weak
there's a thin line between being a coward and brave
I grew up fast I got released into the streets like a leak
at a early age seeing my soul evaporate what a lost soul
MEET ME AT THE CROSSROADS
To cool to back down, To smart to get caught
Slippin' cause if you slippin niggas will slip the clip in
shoot you in the stomach now you tremblin' and trippin
fallin to your knees for forgiveness while your DNA drippin
this shit is senseless, how the boss sent me to dispense this
30 rounds in your body, woo kemo sabe
call my nigga blake, I'm paul, I throw the lob
he shoot you in the face you fake you fall, he did his job....
Heads around the way avoid my bars like prison
Syn ride the beat no collision a vandal killings my mission
That one shot head drop your man became a victim
Gave me wrong looks that right hook turned doubt into religion
Im ice cold with a package of ammunition no aim you missin meanwhile im scoping with pro precision
So watch your six or youll be laying with the lead
The smart will take cover get smothered the dumb found dead
Heres a sketch of how mental paints disorder
Bob ross taking hollowed bullets while my brethren ice his mourners
I hate this dirty town but i still call it home
All i live for is the pen and pad ill die beside my chrome
My immorality the drive behind my travesties for those who need examples kills are how i make my salary
Free at last but why do i still feel im shackled
Walk these streets movin like cattle till a herb dares me to battle
I spit a free they notice me the first mistake was confidence
My every verb connects second was steppin in my providence
Your third, cant work the audience
Your fourth, your lyrics weak
Rest assured this round is over
Make the choice, admit defeat
YA NEED TO GET ALL THESE BARS ON WAX!
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