Freewrite cypher PT.4

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  1. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Drugs.
    hidden behind the seams of my pockets.
    i get pinched? it might sting like a finger lodged in a socket
    i'm a product, not to be sold because i am emotionally cold
    shouts to the prophet, false views burning our souls.
    to get away, i listen to songs to hell with the psalms
    scared to step in a church i pray threw the phone
    these demons won't leave me alone, the reason my eagle is chrome
    clips illegal an long, i'm alone because the hatred is strong
    well prepared, if you jump you get owned.............
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  2. Sin-Razone

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    fuck it forums look dead so.......

    spit....yo

    broken dreams
    kids lost in the american regime
    feeling the stress hit you like shotgun blasts
    when do kids eat
    cause and effect of economy on the verge of dead
    potential was wasted in prime
    doin coke lines
    smoking weed 22 times a day
    before roman collapse
    the same roads ahead
    make bread and devour
    same tables and streets where there's bloodshed
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  3. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Bloodshed,
    shattered my dreams. i'm itchin for bodies.
    the water run red DNA drippin' down the bunk bed
    they say luminati, killed hip hop the funks dead
    ain't no soul in the music, they beat and abuse it
    produce trash now they makin' a killin' views multiple millions.
    where the lyricists at? i listen but my brain lacks the ultimate feelin'
    of joy, imbeciles chillin' in masions while i'm paranoid flickin' threw scanners.
    turn the channel hope the cops ain't on my block murdering vandals.
    only so much i can handle, protesting is a scandal for the voiceless.
    going insane while hit the herb and cain i be hearing voices.
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  4. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    I keep it real,
    know i'ma be murdered oneday
    don't know where why what over but i feel,
    this deep passion, a burning sensation everlastin'
    never turn to ashes., all them midnight dashes to cash
    pistol on the dash if we clash, police still harass but i laugh
    this the truth, spoken from the heart not my ass.
    use to be confused - breakin' all the rules.- scared to take a loss so i'm mad
    at the world, very vindictive, the pain caused a strain in relations.
    back in forth to jail nigga it was hell such a lack of education
    well, not really hell because i held it down in any given situation
    take the blunt and face it - take the charge and face it - took the test and aced it
    listen i'm a amazin' - trials and tribulations couldn't stop a maven
    that's why i flew like a raven away from wes craven the hood still my haven
    didn't know how to behave till i saw my grandmother dropped in a grave
    3 weeks later i was locked in a cage, had to make a decision that alterd and paved
    the road to my life, now i'm a thinker with sage, sometimes still blinded by rage
    but i can control it i send this out to the hopeless you need to focus your brain
    1 mistake can ruin your life for 15 seconds of fame,
    you could spend a lifetime in shackles and chains. open your eyes see how society changed?
    it ain't the same, people are hypnotized still trapped in the game, hope i don't die in vain
    speacially when the laws on my neck, all i got is my balls and respect
    to bad, cause when you do bad in due time you do time that's cause and effect-
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  5. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Weave my word's around the head's of many
    trap em' in my psyche its sick most likely the flu
    spell bound lyrics i spew only the highest will view
    some may get it in due, but the chances are few
    any body can get it when i spit it never bite it or chew
    raise your lighters. and spark a fire or two,
    leave the scene smokin' until they call in fire fighters.
    led pierce the spinal feel like a blow from a rhino,
    i'm well protected from spirits that lurk in the mirrors
    the window to the soul is threw the eyes mine is threw lyrics.
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  6. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    I speak the good, i speak the bad
    it's all reality no bullshit
    i don't contradict, don't call me hypocrite

    Lacing up my thought's to inject this venom of fails and successes.
    multiple lessons given and recieved to and from a dying breed
    we suffer from greed the reason why i'm subject to bleed
    weapons suppose to protect us from criminals in sectors.
    instead we shoot em' for fun who are we with out a gun?
    they expect us to be dumb and submissive but my crew full of inspectors.
    searching for truth in addition to knowledge and wisdom,
    it's true the murder rate and drugs got us twisted imprisoned
    so many visions. of death got us living at an accelerated speed
    we were men before puberty, doomed indeed sex alcohol and weed
    i even felt my concious wither and flourish still trapped in the forest
    its a struggle to live straight when the wolf want your porridge
    do i cower and curl up or gain the courage to fight chop em up and throw em' in storage?
    tryna suppress these demons got me runnin' in circles confiding in urkels.
    at the same time grinding and providing the purple that shit is hurtful-
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  7. Kron

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    We look and see such empowering statements... from the very few...
    But the masses feed commercialism to us, and that's what's carried through
    So when you look at it from a perspective of youth, it's no wonder
    That we go under... it's us all, watching this whole blunder...
    A disaster incarnated, taking the stage...
    And us, standing in military fashion, breaking the phase...
    Our nature is this, creationist theory - individualism...
    With a capitalist agenda that keeps us here in a prison
    So it's up to us to grab up arms and mirror tradition...
    Like the American pitched to us years ago to inherit the system
    If we die now? Our relatives are fucked, paying for bills
    Unless we sacrifice first, and make our way up the hills
    It's just the way that I feel, they're playing, holding the knife for serrated our grill...
    No fighting it now... It's no wonder we open the hatch and push the Vicodin down
    It's our only salvage. Die young, we're deemed as cowards in that...
    But live and become the corporate guinea pig on strings without an attack...
    The power in that, is the power in numbers holding it down for the vets
    Who tell us to pay these fines and run agencies about getting us out of debts
    Which in turn, is more money. Greed is gore, blood is war. Hungry...
    No metaphors from me, this is the entire tour, dummy.
    Hands tied behind our backs, look at Michael Brown...
    Look at Ferguson... the Fire Challenge, encouraging
    misguided youth to turn to this... social empire of freelance
    journalists that in turn, yearn the proverbial tournaments
    The joust of the free spirited... oh, how the camera tells...
    Of our generation... reaching down to the hands of hell...
    We laugh, we comment, we share, we click like... this shit's life...
    Now, imagine in 50 years, if this trend continues, the child of tomorrow?
    Matter fact, let's narrow it down to where America's now...
    The deflection of the low terrorist brow...
    The attack of our soil, but in reality? The divide of our races...
    That have a segregation and war within the walls of our own gates, and...
    Then we have the Statesmen. The bracket that we are placed in...
    We tune out the logic with songs from radio stations
    Oh, we tune out the logic with You-tube and video placements
    As the real world goes on and wipes out a generation...
    Gyms become the new trend, you wonder why it's so popular...
    Lemme talk to ya, cause we sit at our desks and burn out our ocular's
    So I may not know the exact statistics... but tell me why
    there's such a push to backing fitness? Instead of changing the actual business?
    Yes... because that's more money you spend, working your glutes
    To rival the business of McDonald's, working it's routes...
    In an all out bid to stretch the consumers budget past what can be made...
    A salary is only twice as much as a car, and 1/3rd the house which you stay...
    And considering depreciated value of a car, it's worth even less...
    Now throw technology into the picture to make your personal mess...
    It's worth to digest how deep this rabbit hole goes, investments
    Dollar signs for the banks that can put you on the checklist.
    You get jacked for tax brackets, but not as much as health is
    When you're working all of those hours to pay off your loans and your interest
    So let's add on stress and depression... being vexed and aggression...
    From the 1 percent in question in which this money is resting...
    You fight, and you fight to be in the place you were destined...
    Being told that work will pay off is a lie from the Yes man...
    Think about it, why in the world would they pay you more...
    When you're already a slaving whore for the job labor board?
    Anyone can work and put in that effort, it doesn't make you unique...
    There has to be some value towards the company they can beseech
    Bottom line is, if you're capable of being replaced by a robot then
    Guess fucking what? YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST THROW IT IN!
    It's a world for the smart, which in turn, can equate to your effort...
    Being placed on a greater skill then what's said on record...
    The introvert must be extroverted... come out of the shell...
    It's about value to the company, not about the hours you're trumping, see?
    As soon as you learn that lesson, maybe you can achieve...
    A Manager won't hire a hard working employee
    That's barely able to read, with only a GED
    For a suit and tie job, when there's one with a business degree!
    I'm sorry, it's the way of the world. It's the weight of the world.
    You can either watch from the side lines and play till you hurl...
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  8. mr.redeyez

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    Heard threw the grape vine i'ma hebrew
    Israelite got to fight for my people,
    tired of sharing light with the sheeple
    1% control 90 cause we simple it's simple
    hard life i live i'd rather lead and control
    rather than cower in the presence of power
    misleading our soul is not a hobby it's a goal
    its deeper than known so i'ma leave it alone-
    Street poet's roam the ghetto alone,
    some call it hell on earth we call it home
    THESE ARE THE MESSAGES BEAMED DOWN NO METHODIST
    IT'S., STRAIGHT FROM THE SOURCE HE JUMPED OFF A HORSE
    blinded by the light i squint as he stepped forth with such force
    groundbreaking earthquaking must've been the power that be
    i'm not a coward so i know he felt the power in me, bow ya knee
    he said "the quiet ones live the loudest will die" " choose one "
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  9. lazerscope

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    Gruesome thoughts spill forth from my medulla
    Niggaz is sweet, their scent is petunias
    I approach a rap verse peculiar
    For ya jewels I clap you in the eye, you Slick Rick the Ruler
    Marvelous swag, ain't another pimp ever had it this bad
    Rides in my jag, yellow bitch want me buy her them bags
    Shoot her the crooked eye and I laughed
    Impatient, she could've been flying private getting lagged
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  10. Gen The God

    Gen The God The Life or Death Poet

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    Damn it's been a minute, check mic 1 2...

    Backstabbers be plottin and scheming, in this world of monsters and demons…
    Ungodly…deceiving, hell-bent on stopping ya breathing!!!
    The block is steaming, hot like a tropical region…
    hustlers pitch in that trap spot to people constantly fiending…
    Leaning, an ice stare, cold heathens that lack compassion…
    Sittin back laughing, choosing the green cause they have to have it…
    Quick to clap and grab it, that’s the true meaning of acting ratchet!!!
    I’m moving a thousand miles an hour, you people are trapped in traffic!!!
    its a Mob mentality in this game fam…
    Cause every sucka thinks he’s a "Made Man" til the gauge blam…
    Gotta plan til they find yo ass, in ya whip when they ridin past…
    Spit a clip where you sit, leave ya brains on the grill of the driver’s dash!!! (oh)
    Time is flying by................but I ain’t trippin…
    fast lane switching, I can’t stop like a 6 speed with the brakes missing!!!
    Different shoes, same difference…they tell me I’m running fast…
    What’s the reason?….well, that’s funny you should ask…
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  11. mr.redeyez

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    I speak the real why am i not a legend?
    they fabricate it they lyrics alle-ged
    my spirit reek havoc have mercy on the soul of a savage
    dig in they skull to find the message corroded
    babylon scriptures qouted i researched and rewrote it
    i'm soulless floatin' in purgatory bogus but focus.
    take my own face and mold it in ice, cause i'm the coldest
    that ever did it or done it i see flames as i plummet,
    the depths of no where got butterflies n my stomach
    remember the wise get treated like a comic laying in vomit
    but the dumb get praised by many now n days there's plenty
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  12. lazerscope

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    Rollin' weed in bible paper, my mental's of a higher nature
    Chillin' on miles and acres...of land, mind span's from the Creator
    See data and I compute it, flick the blade now ya face is cubist
    Niggaz like the gayest nudists, have to rebuke 'em
    Guns in my closet like Duke Nuke'em, ya'll still recoupin'
    My peeps we used to do things while you was boosting
    Getting revenue like it was the new thing
    Smoke cuz it's soothing, and then I see the future
    We can compare bitches, bet mine are cuter
    Lucifer the goose sipper, smooth nigga, plus the deuce-deuce licker
    Betcha stupid boo wanna move with us, my crew's iller
    Fuck take her to a Tom Cruise picture, perish that
    She tells me the date to get ya nephew's wedding crashed
    Jamaicans sprayin', the reverend's splashed, nephew's melon gashed
    Sip remy with the killers then laugh, weed mixed with the hash
    Celebrating at DJ Khaled's B-Day Bash
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  13. mr.redeyez

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    In cement shoes i walk the yellow brick road
    like walkin' the plank with a cold,
    sneeze and slip in a pool of blood cowards devour my soul
    they hate that i'm on cuban cigar slippers and robe
    visions. unfold burning flags nasa shifting the pole
    body bags and gags to make sure the secrets withhold
    mask on my face to be vague - between my teeth is a rose
    silent assassin casanova strike like a cobra and pose
    blood on your nose dripping down to your toes for reasons unknown
    i feel the power within these demons are strong, timeline 49 B.C i'm caesar in rome
    rule with an iron fist if all fails this barrel is long, extended clip like the length of my dick
    exercising my strength, can get you gone it depends on the buttons you click
    it's nothin' to turn ya to swiss my nerve's bad, goons trigger happy and forever mad
    searching for paradise threw this paradigm paragraph weeding out parasites.
    parallel to the sky like i parasail if the weed is right i'll be stuck like i'm paralyzed
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  14. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Staring at pictures. reminiscing tears clouding my vision
    bust out in full falsetto for my people who missing
    homicide, took the lives of good men children and women
    now my heart melting swimming in molten lava why bother
    reaching the brains of many when they programmed by java
    it's easy to be a daddy but much harder to be a father
    dear father, i reap what i sow straight drop keys of the snow
    got my community kicking the door asking for more
    is it wrong to get rich by feeding the poor? WEED IS GALORE
    my brain picking up signals from saturns core,
    trapped in a cycle got my greatness from michael jackson or jor
    or maybe andrew so many twenties stuffed in my jc pennies. - bag
    make ya jaw hit the floor, when you enter shut and lock the door
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  15. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Material wishes. got us malicious. our angels are vicious.
    women are bitches. most men are suspicious.
    just to get rich they switch, to homosexual tendencies. worship the enemies.
    it's clear that they feminine, money turn brothers to cinnamon
    thought provoking, lacing the game without penmanship
    once the rhythms in motion, it never stops. we throwing our soul in the ocean
    feed it to sharks. rip it in pieces disect this thesis. it came from the heart
    we plauged with drugs and diseases. thats the mark of the beast, dearly depart
    government flooded cities with narcotics. i started to build me an ark
    then they send in the narcs. but jesus know what goes on in the dark
    momma telling me come to the light, she know i'm a child of the night
    either cower or fight, whether its wrong or its right, i keep it a buck - this is my life
    knuckle game gun or a knife, they kill everybody in sight, pour gas on the body and light
    my city is dangerous. i need some insight, gotta change my life, maybe tomrrow i'm high as a kite-
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  16. lazerscope

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    Giving you what you asking for, you couldn't ask for more
    Mad adored, untouchable as matadors, my squad rabid labradors
    My cherie amor, been getting girls since recess
    Other niggaz styles played out like V-necks
    Plus they sweeter than Keith Sweat, they don't squeeze techs
    They just some gangster-rapper rejects
    While all I flow is that real shit
    Fo' sho', you know even the haters gon' feel this
    Never sleepless, tho they attack on some sneak shit
    I breeze past fast, 180 on the dash, speedin'
    Got these...heathen emcees believin' in me
    Seemingly, I'm the one they're all eager to be
    So I stay on point, long joint under the coat
    Me falling for the okey doke? Quite remote
    Every line I write is one you should quote
    Been about a dollar but I'm out for C-notes
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  17. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    hardtimes.
    tryna hustle on a crowded block
    surrounded by shots some of us shell shocked
    better beat ya feet when you see the cops.
    you livin under shelter thats a bugs life
    the streets hot it will melt ya thats a thugs life
    them feinds wanna get high i call em buzz light
    my cuz told me what that cell like he livin that jail life
    prison fool, a cold heart sharp shank and some prison food
    hardtime
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  18. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Member

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    Let me rap about my niggas on the curb
    nickel and diming til the third you ain't heard?
    praying for a bird - but wishes is for bitches.
    we taught to go get it - blood sweat and tears.
    faced our fears now we heartless in darkness.
    i'm getting pressure from my peers. to catch a carcass.
    shedding tears for my partners who dearly departed
    mini van fun of beers and drugs bullets and bandanas.
    animosity got me installing cameras paranoia eating me up
    got to leave the past in the past - only then will i be free at last
    phone calls from the block can't be missed got me pissed
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  19. mr.redeyez

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    It started with a glass of water and a red pill
    oh how i wish i never swallowed, or lifted the rug
    blood spill on the surface a clear vision makes me nervous.
    don't think it's a drug, if your head hollow continue to wallow in mud
    the dubious never grasp the message your past is present
    clones brainwashed weak in the mind plasma infected,
    holes in your bones. decay from the inside maggots rip threw intestines
    when royalty became weak they reflected, brothers and sisters connected
    parents insisted incest to keep the blood pure and their ancestors accepted
    yet they claim the inferior ones are black and depressed, knowledge is dense
    peeked my head over the fence, the grass wasn't green
    my old life wasn't half as bad as it seemed, supreme with original genes.
    aboriginal schemes. no subliminal themes. i had a dream destroyed by any means.
    not mention politicians have me in stitches. those conniving bitches.
    never sell my soul for riches. why do i have to be possessed to possess.?
    the things i'll regret, you only make it so far before par so swing like a met
    chances are few, the top tier wasn't designed for you, back to being blind for you
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  20. lazerscope

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    In life it's like, you're either happy, angry, or sad
    Survive long enough, guess 2 out of 3 ain't bad
    But that all depends tho, one how much shit you put up with
    A Depends full, and what in the end you do with it is suspenseful
    Fuck raps, I scribe journals of words that attack
    Like Hannibal's armies upon elephant backs
    Fuck what you think, I'm trying to see how you react
    Do I bore you? Well I must be a meteor's impact
    This here's the savage life, you can't have it twice
    Only niggaz that rap as nice, in the afterlife
    Scope's back, deadin' ya soul, left in control
    Of a globe in my hand's palm, disturbing ya dead calm
    Here to shake shit up cuz I'm off the Richter
    Ya'll only talk off liquor, hope you caught the picture
    I'm too ill, like twins with tuberculosis
    Stab niggaz to draw blood like a mosquito's proboscis...
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