Freewrite cypher PT.4

Discussion in 'Cypher' started by barnizzle, Mar 21, 2008.

  1. lazerscope

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    Fuck a felony, I remove brains like you a Kennedy
    Fuck with ya mind like a bad memory
    The enmity you bring is no thing to a king
    I make pussy-herbs kiss the ring cuz I'm as merciless as Ming
    About to form another dynasty, no denying me
    Swing on you with a lion's speed, making ya'll vaginas bleed
    You're welcome, cuz here I brought the pain, blood and torture
    Cats got that newborn style? I'm here to abort ya
    Beat you 'til you more purple than the Nemesis Enforcer
    Niggaz is spiritless; Is this what the Book of Genesis taught ya?
    Every encounter, I'm a smooth and slick talker
    Charm of a Southerner, words of a New Yorker
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  2. Kron

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    Yeah, that's what they're telling me...
    They're celebrities in their mind... but I pry upon the cranial passage and place those thoughts into jeopardy
    like Alex Trebek... watch the chain reaction
    crash Rome to where the chalice reflects the destruction
    of my challenge to any talent that's left...
    Placing the mediocre from the balance, I've stepped
    Conquer the reign... positively moderated the claims...
    See no dominate aim... at me... remain happy... acknowledge the plain
    ebonics, attain the dialect of the Gods of the Game...
    It isn't plausible to knock me. Got me?
    with Street Smarts... that's intellect rooted in hoods where no Degree is shown...
    Lynch mobs and hangings on the wall, where history is known...
    His story? his own.... living on a matter of principle...
    Visible angst to the miserable lengths, I push the boundaries of which they hold...
    But to be honest, I'd rather detail
    the rate of travel, the scale I'm weighed on would shatter upon impact
    of the mass that I hail...
    From the darkest night to the lightest day...
    I write in a quite decisive way... like the Sensei with his sword... swiping his prey...
    Cause a type of delay of type - primitive mights get decayed...
    Right on display for me to see... before I dismember that, easily..
    Back fully erect... I bully the giants... liken...
    my attitude to a lycan of folklore... howl till my throats soar...
    tonsils shrouded in pain... I go for...
    the elegance shown in my intelligence, hone
    a magnum that'd have Tom Selleck disowned...
    Word... I roam where the Elephants roam...
    Elevating the veteran zone, speaking in a menacing tone...
    His lower torso's wondering if the head's its own...
    Or just a living chemical shown upon the residence of his neck, like his home...
    Oh... they breathe life in this shit? Ways of enjoyment...
    to display an art form that's been fatally poisoned...
    I echo the sentiments of those who enrich the design...
    Of the Hip Hip aesthetics, saying the music is still in its prime...
    Yeah, syllables rhymed... wordplay...
    a mountain I'm willing to climb, if you feel it... then why...
    are you trying to stop its unwinding subconscious?
    This is the mind trying to find in his conscience
    a working example of talent being worth placing
    the slack on the perch of the ant hill...
    I say that Earth's a stand still...
    people moving at vein... still trying to prove
    their acclaim through music by doing the same
    shit of those ruling the game... nothing intuitive, aim
    for the formulaic approach they've set up
    from the get go... the fucking train's like a Metro...
    But that's the name of the threshold..
    We got the wane of potential for attaining a press code
    into the game of those saying their special...
    Nah...
    That's the lies that they weave, they try to conceive
    this stupid bullshit code to follow, and promote it to no tomorrow.
    I'm sorry for that.... I can't cope...
    slipping off this damn slope... I think that template's a No Man's Land scope...
    Even if you succeed in breaking the mold, there's no way to behold..
    the baton for the generation to come after, these dumb rappers
    are just... shoes to fill... all of you are prey
    the music guild's an exclusive bill of rights for the politicians on who to kill...
    But what's truly real? (reel)... yeah, double entendre...
    cause dude's who feel like they got a (shot)... are (on a roll)
    like a Movie Film...
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  3. lazerscope

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    Who's truly ill? Who's got smooth appeal?
    Lemme break it down: you and me could truly build
    About what it takes to be the best of the elite
    And all the factors it takes to make you complete
    But there's a cost...Ain't got it? Your loss, chump
    Haven't you heard? The game's to be sold, to get what you want
    So, you could front like you willing to go the extra mile
    But if you not willing to pay for it, zero knowledge you will compile....
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  4. Kron

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    I see... but music's a child...
    every consequence from infancy
    is what mainly interests me into building these different themes...
    They go off the walking path? Or they can sit between...
    and fantasize the art form; they feel the pen's like written dreams....
    Foreplay is their forte... I get it in all...
    But they're drawn back, acting sketchy, how they expect to evolve?
    They yearn answers for each question to solve
    the lesser of two evils raping the culture... which is normally conformity...
    Second nature is warning me... hide most of what
    the music is born to see...
    Then open your doors n' give em' the tour for free...
    Best of the elites, rest at their feet...
    the pressure that seeped into their digestive ain't give em seconds to speak...
    Word...
    And the cost is more than it's worth...
    What's the point of the splurge if it'll lose you when you pen a verse...
    Sacrilegious in nature, trust me the end's worst...
    Ready to just burst into flames as soon as he enters church...
    Word...
    Can't talk to em' now...
    These greedy motherfuckers mocking the crown...
    It's a burial, aerial assault... hawks come around...
    And turn the area into a hospital ground... that thought is profound...
    I don't welcome it, but I can smell the death of it...
    Scratch like the vinyl, make the record skip...
    Check it, this is the beating drum for the greedy ones in the deficit...
    Def. a sit down for this round...
    I'm hearing em' rustle... I'm the Ferret, comparing their hustles...
    Sunglasses on, surrounded by American Muscle...
    in arrogance, must know the lyric is not on par where the Ferret is..
    Scary shit. Real talk. Make you slice off each hairy tit...
    On your chest like, "where his nips" ...seconds later "Oh, there it is!"


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    El Huron shit... gotta give you a straight start...
    But much like the movie's plot? Most these motherfuckers just "fake heart"...
    See, my dorsal tends to stick out above water
    like a great shark, in a lake, n' all I see is the bait part...
    Now... back to business... I dunno...
    I see a lack of interest of rap, so this is... like the craft I'm pitching...
    Bringing back tradition... bout to put up a rap petition...
    Back to dissing... back to cats with an actual vision...
    For this shit... whether forum public decorum blips
    of everything we could ask for... before Jook came a cash whore...
    And had em' put up a trash board...
    Back before politics happened... back when real boarders
    followed the action...
    Now, all of this whack... and ... I don't wanna part of it...
    But shit... I'm feeding the beast... I'm in a catch stream and release...
    But I ain't eating, capeesh?
    So, I need to be leaving the streets with something that can keep em' in peace...(Not meaning police!)
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  5. Kron

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    Yeah... n' he just keeps going...
    free flowing MC's know em' as Terminator... just reloading...
    these AR-15's, blowing... ammo through your flannel shoes...
    dismantle dudes on some Godfather shit, quick wit' em Brando cues...(Marlon)
    This is a lit match... AND a fuse...
    Don't get this man confused with anyone in your line up, Just sign up...
    Going off the edge, while smoking marijuana
    On The Ledge of the State Building - give new meaning to "high jump"...
    Hi, chump. Celph Taut... nice to meet ya..
    They say life's like a Pizza... n' I'm looking for a slice to eat up...
    quickly. Be like... yeah, hit me.
    Seconds later you're six feet... riding shotgun up shit's creek...
    Yeah, tackle with that...
    Kill you, and perform the Eulogy after the fact....
    Then die myself... from a laughing attack...
    Dark Comedy - I'm a master at that... nah...
    I hate death... further more? I fight on some battle shit that I've learned before...
    That's why I turn to war, in most cases...
    Met the Oracle and left a bunch of broke vases... No Matrix!
    Tell a hater "Don't hate this"! ....You know what the reaction will be?
    He'll probably bust a cap in your knee.
    Shit, you have to agree... that was a dumb request of you...
    An intellectual at text; I don't play Chess wit' you Checker dudes...
    Giving me record cues... I'm Taut, bro
    Just wanna jot, so that Medusa could 'rock slow'...
    I said she was stoned... she was like "ha... you do not know!"...
    Uh, actually *holds a mirror* - That's what I thought, hoe!
    Shattered to pieces, they can't fathom this pattern
    - features like a nice car, bought from the dealership. Realer shit...
    Enough to make someone roll up on ya, and then steal your shit...
    Enough to make Stephen Hawkings get out his chair, and then feel your shit...
    One touch, on some Healer shit...
    Bored right now... see the score right now? keying, four nights down...
    Keying, even when the sites down... that's right, clown...
    I got access... cover the spot of four different thought lapses...
    My temporal lope is like hip hop classics
    explored through the synapses, then gored out of my head
    while my cerebellum's attached to the cord...
    Meh.
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  6. SickPup

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    Damnnnnnnnn this shit was to sick bro
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    Damn bro you make a nigga not even wanna drop a verse lol respect you got mad skills
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  8. SickPup

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    Born to die, fuck the world's the motto
    Anarchist, trust none fuck a leader never follow
    Age of innocence, realities pill is hard to swallow
    Wised up a lil bit, but my head still hollow
    Scheming for that green, searching for an avocado
    Half my fam is full of negros but others eat risotto Mixed, mutt pitbull rude boy italiano
    Bad luck magnet. think I'm cursed el diablo
    Tired of this family bout to hike to Ohio...
    Get up out this town, need to get from who I'm round
    Stress is overwhelming fuck a dub Im bout cop a pound
    Nigga what stress? left that shit down on the fucking ground.


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  9. Kron

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    I am much tougher now, learned to cope
    Words had spoken for me in the same sense of security as the nurturing...
    Looked at the body of work, started up hearses, then...
    continued to process into venues, subconscious
    of any reality realm... challenging the balance again... a palace
    of styles that are gems... even the Mandarin wants his hand in them...
    Word... never learned to adapt... that wasn't my regard...
    flying bars, touching the sky n' reaching Horizon's stars...
    I got my eyes to mars... looking at Jupiter...
    Concepts perplexing to merit, hearing what's new to ya...
    I jeopardize the balance who don't recognize my talents...
    It's just... the Buffalo Bill of the hustling guild.. muscle, f'real..
    A tight network of punches - deflecting your shield...
    My record's the wheel the spins like the pen in the Executives deal...
    Get left for the kill... soon as I step, the weapon
    concealed.... shows it's self.. now it's me and you... no one else.
    But fuck that dog eat dog mentality... overthrow the shelf...
    Scared Straight 99... "motherfucker, come hold my belt!"
    Come hold these pockets, bitch... robbing you of your awesome kicks...
    Any freedom you thought you had outside these walls do NOT EXIST...
    Yeah, the apocalypse... sirens of mayhem...
    From the composed structure of patterns when I try to display em', it's like...
    Every subset has its own independent brain...
    Mental aim got an exclusive shine, like a pendant's chain...
    All these kids washed up... hear the sink idle...
    Before it turns on, put your clothes through the rinse cycle...
    This shit's psycho... I spit like no
    Other on this board, hit high notes... like a Soprano...
    I got this mic in my handle n' it's like, I'm lighting a candle...
    In the dark of night, fighting with Rambo...
    Fuck a butterfly knife, I swipe it right off the mantle..
    And get over that hump, like it's a camel... some Sahara shit...
    Four arms, some Kintaro shit... with a mask...
    We're through the looking glass... n' it's looking good to smash...
    I'm not all there... like Snooki's ass...
    But it's OK, child... in the Situation, I play with that grade A pile...
    roll up a J, WOW...
    Then walk out that fucking bitch wit' the same style.. plain foul...
    Ignorant. What's my name now?
    Oh, that's right. It's the one you see displayed on this rap site...
    Cockroaches scatter, like I went and turned on a flashlight...
    Coming back from the dead, like I didn't care for a past life...
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  10. mr.redeyez

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    FORGIVE ME..........

    people don't fear god
    for some reason it doesn't feel odd
    since the lear's hit the towers
    Satan devoured earth in a matter of hours
    vision's of nun's sheddin' tears in showers
    our mental money and power no respect for a coward
    the weak get hung from branches ya lungs is lunch
    this punch have you spewing out ya breakfast, flatline breathless
    in my section you need more than faith for protection
    wear a chain buy a weapon the goon gang bang bang for ya necklace
    they do what's expected, black males raise hell thats society's perception
    but they don't figure the equation is deeper than that
    what about the neglect it's deeper than rap i sleep with the strap
    you peek in my trap the heaters will clap you dick head you can get wacked
    my future is bleek i live what i speak walked some long miles like the lines in the street.
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  11. mr.redeyez

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    WHY.


    these bar's are more than just words
    look and observe, peep how the patterns curve
    horizontal and vertical verbs with lateral slurs
    i had to, battle with birds to rest in my nest
    she wanted a good man, i'm not the best but i'm blessed
    don't have an S on my chest, so my BM is my X
    speaking of that, i remember riding on the handle bars
    scoping cars, thieving so mischievous and devious
    i'm suprised i'm still breathing, the greediest
    i want mine and yours. extra ingredients. to mix in my pot
    time is money, are we racing or not adjacent to gwop
    never stop, i barely look at the face on my watch
    paper chasing for crumbs isn't dumb, eventually the bread comes
    now you gather all the bread crumbs make a loaf, hope the bakery close
    so i can re-up and re post, cops come we get ghost
    i would like to make a toast,to those who never took the oath
    monitors record every word that's spoke, people died over quotes
    walking blind is tradition, my 3rd eye has 20/20 vision
    so why am i walking amungst the living?
    don't let the violence overShadow my intellect
    this world is smoke and mirror's - glass plates and cigarettes
    i ain't finish yet, my aim is to shed light and shoot for the moon
    jimmer fredette with the tool, short fuse don't light it click clack kaboom
    they calling us coon, fuck em all, walk in their house and slaughter the room
    take their daughters and fuck em fuck 40 acres and mules
    our four fathers are fool's none of em' kin to me
    holding grudges for slavery satan slayed lady liberty
    my feelings dead somebody hand me a defibrillator
    i can see i can smell i can hear but never fear a hater
    kidnap and kill that noise might need a litigator.........
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  12. mr.redeyez

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    peep the science people i ain't in compliance people
    hearing sirens the violence forever rising
    bet you didn't know you had an alliance and his eye shine like a diamond
    but I- rise like a lion defiant cause i'm a giant
    they try to compress us and depress us pistols with supressors
    quiet the unruly it's truly the reason why i hit doobies
    have no time to unwind staying focus is the prime, objective
    sleep and get ate, you'll be another piece of meat on my plate
    walk with the heat on my waist the forty kinda hefty dreaming of weight
    these demons they'll take - my mind and body but my soul is AWAKE
    it's clever how the plot thicken..................................
    all us niggers do is drink beer eat watermelon and hot chicken
    i give em' a blank stare-- i ain't cocky but i got a lil bulk - squash em like the HULK
    might rise then fall, it give em' a little hope.
    then i rise like pac said and watch em choke i'll never devote
    my life to anything that don't, benefit me or my well being
    FUCK FREEDOM LET HELL RING.
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  13. Kron

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    Exactly... I'm devoted to the cursive text...
    vertical leaps of memories make every single word complex...
    Yep. You heard the best. And that's just
    the sampler, you don't deserve the rest.... Everyone of you fucking nerds perplexed...
    by it... that creationism mentality, same approach...
    But a higher powers involved, in which they named the host...
    I should explain this post... I mean biblical...
    Just to give you a visual into the mind that's hindered you...
    There's certainly room for normality to grow...
    but I'm beyond the limitations of what supernatural holds...
    Swing the axis low... with enough force in it to detach the globe...
    the impact will cause a reaction to swallow the atlas, whole...
    Yes... they're recognizing a leader...
    the desire to be the combination of fire and ether
    In a normal plain... born to reign, like X-Men's "Storm", I'm saying...
    I astral plane wit' imagery - you hear the quantum cords are playing...
    And that's just formulation... find a recording place, and...
    teach em' about the coordination in every supported statement...
    like what? Yeah, exactly... it'll take time to comprehend...
    Jumping through the threshold of life, I'm like "you can hop the fence"
    I got defense... like the other side of the crown attorney...
    Speaking on the complexity of the words without sounding nerdy...
    Def with it, I turn it up like "Oh, now you heard me?"
    Yeahhhhhhh!


    BET you did, Cowboy hat on, on my Texas shit...
    vets get ripped part, when it comes to Music? I'm picking art...
    All of these slow kids who started rap? had a different start..
    Trying to dumb it down for the masses thinking that shit's smart...
    It isn't... not even close, yeah I got me some jokes.
    Teachers first day in that bitch, they're copying notes.
    The Apache, slicing through flesh wit' the Axe, ready for blood...
    The streets will run red... no fuck that, I'll get me a flood.
    What you expect of me, cuss? We're not the same people...
    Two vertical bars get slanted, remain equal
    only to one. MY hemoglobin is made of petroleum, son...
    The smoking barrel out the passenger side... who's holding the gun?
    Silence the critics with silencers visits...
    Pick a time and a distance.... to fire an entire round inside of their business!


    AHHHHH...


    Speak slow with the cheat code...
    High praises, better keep low.. or get Debo'd...
    Yeah I need no... introduction...
    Skip discussion, picture me sonning you like I'm Phillip Drummond..
    Don't even look right... Kanye West
    with it, living the "Good Life"... get the hook right...
    work with the left...
    I take anyone's verse as a personal threat...
    And respond with an aerial assault to cause the Earth to eject...
    The universe... using words, fuck a mutual mate...
    You telling me eat the apple, right? You is a snake.
    I ain't portraying no one, that was a Judas mistake...
    To conquer the elements of reality, I'd move through a lake...
    So yeah, better to get it going...
    need me the anesthetics the medics hold in their baggage to let it go, man...
    whole hand inside of the bag. Give me the drugs...
    That's the inner stability they feed to our mugs...
    Some people need Jesus' love...
    Some wanna see the above and agree where the Deity's from...
    Real talk tho, I feel awful.
    Jaw made of titanium alloy, eating a steel waffle.
    Yeah, they let the cat out of the bag now...
    Burning the notes... from biblical wording to determine the scope...
    of its history, but that will never happen... it's conservative
    Scientific studies to push the area of nourishment...
    That's mass appeal... take your group of pastors, reel
    them into an establishment, spun around the elastic wheel...
    And times that number by a million... normal civilians...
    Who fight for their civil rights, but don't know who they're dealing with...
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    Niggaz on the block like chameleons while I build with Sicilians
    At the poker table royal flush threatening millions
    Ratchet dumping, hitting targets and civilians
    At a club dap a bouncer and he sneak me the milli in
    Bitches see me cummin/coming like Black Beard for that booty
    Then bounce with no notes signed by Your's Truly
    They say the youngins in the game today a bit unruly
    It must be the internet cuz only the old heads fuckin' with woolies
    My niggaz keep the weight moving like well oiled pulleys
    Spit on a senator then dare him to sue me
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  15. mr.redeyez

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    our fate is not in our hands
    look at the plans there in plain sight
    people our mind deleted it's hard to make a concious decision
    left or right, which path is paved from blood shed and repetition.

    I see the fourth dimension
    please abort the mission deadly signs from ancient Egyptians
    seen an alien slice the throat of a Christian nothing more than tradition
    vivid visions accurate descriptions depicted and written no science fiction
    let the leaders judge the witness and free the defendant
    if your license to kill is suspended wave your Gold encrusted pendant
    that was light work but I'm finish maybe later I'll push it to the limit.
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    Peep the preview, never disloyal, think evil
    Establish ya story in this life but soon you'll see the sequel
    Move medieval while you cooped up in the mini coupe
    Go to rob you, change my mind, leave you with ya mini loot
    See through the mystique of life with a wisdom precise
    Crushed grapes from the cellar, never put it on ice
    Word to ya wife she got brains like a professor
    Top was so good it laid me out on a stretcher
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  17. SickPup

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    Don't look at none the same, they look at me to blame
    Pointing shitty fingers in the air the smell drove me insane
    Are those accusations true? The shit drove me to shame
    Head down, hoodie on.. slouch type frame
    At a younger age kid was labeled as a lame...
    I'm still a lame doe, really shit ain't change, except
    I'm rolling up that weed, taking off like planes
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  18. mr.redeyez

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    to whom it may concern
    I'm a get it till I burn
    stand firm, 10 toes planted in the yard
    disregard, my past deeds evil wishes are nasty
    nasty bitches who's body is tempting far from classy
    gold digging wizards seem to harass me
    these lights are flashy witches try to surpass me
    but can never ante up the digits I'm a master with out a misses
    my mistress small as a midget A bird parrot or pigeon
    no heart she out for riches my soul hot as the kitchen
    when the stove heat up the pot brain wash these dirty dishes
    I'm vicious. eyes blood shot like a dot my visions are furious period
    these cats are curious, kill em cause I'm nervous and delirious
    my mind state luciferian study ancient pyramids like a librarian
    from the start it was death to we part like a married man
    I made my bed the same bed that I'll be buried in.
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    What happened to the boy we use to know
    Depressed, lead to butchering my flesh so I blow
    Depression is a bitch suicide is even worst
    The only thing that help is the red it quench my thirst
    Cut, cut, drip, opps did that vain burst
    "Call for help!" "NO, let me feel that pain first"
    Talking to myself, damn the shits getting worst...
    I swear that I'm cursed, happiness is all confusion
    Mind throbbing is this shit real or an illusion
    Why am I involved in ya conclusion
    Acting like you loved me, treated like pollution
    Found a solution had to go through evolution
    Man changed up now they say that Im inhuman
    Had a great structure till y'all broke me to a ruin
    Fuck a reunion, say it so the hates proven
    hate all y'all the same, equal distribution...
    When I get it Ima live it, you won't even get a digit
    On that pretty lil cell that I'm coping with the widgets
    Promise that my disrespect won't ever have no limits
    You won't get a call, not a single fucking visit
    Don't think what I'm doing is my way of being wicked
    My spirit use to fidget "hurry hit him with the skillet"
    But I didn't move, nigga silent as a cricket
    Shit changed now, tell me leap Ima ribbit
    And bitch a bitch, talk shit Mike Vick it
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  20. Kron

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    I like sickness... I write with a tight fitness
    regimen, I just get it in... no anabolic or medicine...
    Trust me... hard in the paint, the bars are my strength... arms curls on the reg.
    pick up a keg' quicker than ever...
    lifting the lever off of the tip... Hugo Weaving, with a different Vendetta...
    Holding the plane in the air, ready to balance it...
    whatever the case may be? I'm thinking of this, waiting to land...
    Anything feisty to kick this vacation off hand...
    Time and space is the plan, I'm completely devoid of in between
    Spitting off the top, going ham and living the sinners dream...
    Then confession awaits.... I profess I'm a great, he doesn't listen...
    Robbed of my goodwill, but if you see my content, there's nothing missing...
    So think about that for a second, I'm a practical weapon
    of mass destruction, latched in a jet and blasting over Castro's defense men...
    My mental is an asteroid, colliding to earth when rhyming a verse...
    And I'm tired, the thirst that's perspired over time is the worst...
    You know? I got these migraines like, standing inside flames
    Without a suit... Jack Spartan coming out the Ice Block
    to face Simon Phoenix... yeah... the same effect... it hurts more...
    All I see is more pawns that I can score on...
    And it won't be before long that the resurrection comes...
    And I gotta suit up my motherfuckers like Voltron...
    test

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