Lets Be Real...

Discussion in 'Cypher' started by Maskil, Jun 27, 2013.

  1. Maskil

    Maskil Last Gunslinger of End-World

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    I dont want to brag but then I couldnt be a rapper/
    so I gotta spit slicker then comb overs Dan Dapper'd/
    I was born a bastard, hard headed and ran after/
    live fast and die young, Im sure I can do it faster/
    I spent my early youth gettin mad and punchin plaster/
    my conscience hated me because my stomach was my master/
    I ask the/ universe "how come your black holes attract me?"/
    I was never a good fit just like OCD and acne/
    lusted after Velma never cared to much for Daphne/
    lived that geek life as much as the projects would allow me/
    I still spoke my mind with disregard to how it sounded/
    stood up for myself cuz there was no other way around it/
    Cuz see, where im from theres no runnin from the reaper/
    cuz even the middle schoolers carried blades in trapperkeepers/
    skipped class and snapped at teachers, smoked weed and carried beepers/
    jumped nerds and stole their Filas, gettin drunk behind the bleachers/
    But then I got older and said to hell wit nonbelievers/
    got high inside my room and bumped Nirvana out my speakers/
    thinking about tomorrow and let my middle finger linger/
    yeah....I dont want to brag, but then I couldnt be a rapper/
    But I will keep it real and live life like theres no after.
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  2. Maskil

    Maskil Last Gunslinger of End-World

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    Maskil Last Gunslinger of End-World

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    This is the heart of the heart of matters of darkness/
    they build the war machine and let you parallel park it/
    side walk slam the innocence while drinkin sparks/
    sell da hole in ya soul for wholesale on da market/
    da children are marchin, the vultures in their towers and their watchin/
    pickin off da dead upon spottin them/
    designin new trends so they an tread upon da populus/
    and sell it to da masses so they fund their own apocalypse/
    put ya fist up because they hidin in ya pockets just to infiltrate ya mind via ear and eye sockets/
    everything is not black and white, there are gray areas/
    you can live life or you an live vicariously/
    ima be the first to say the media are terrorist, the presidents a scapegoat, the world no longer scared of US/
    the world is only scared of you, the new Rome is burnin now, da flame are red, white and blue/
    yes they meant to frighten you, I know they said different/
    they said it's just a point of view and matter of opinion/
    they keep you in the "loop" so you dont have to pay attention
    and invite you to da party called da "fuck your rights convention"
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    Maskil Last Gunslinger of End-World

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    I traveled to the edge of the cosmos in a cadillac/
    Im always lookin forward so theres no diamond in da back/
    see, I escaped from the world when i realized it's a trap/
    so I was able to drop da burdens before my spinal cord snapped/
    and it's true what they say about the universe expanding/
    how stars are dead but shining because this life is too demanding/
    And im left, not standin but floatin in an ocean of understanding/
    I've seen suns born, and inhaled nebulae, confronted false gods
    that made men believe in lies/ I've met God/, he's cool, a real stand up guy/
    He just thinks we're too needy, we whine too much and we're so greedy/
    but shit what cha gonna do, cuz hey, me too....see ya later
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  5. SickPup

    SickPup Pup

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    Yo love ya flow, the skills you got is crazy. Keep it up respect.
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  6. Maskil

    Maskil Last Gunslinger of End-World

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    Young man, hard headed, cold blooded, tar baby,/
    cuz im harder then my dick when it's concealed inside my lady/
    many people call me crazy, I was raised to be a savior/
    til da system tried to fuckin bring me down like elevators/
    honestly...THEY WERE TRYNA DROWN A FUCKIN ALLIGATOR!/
    the impression that shit left was deeper then a giant crator/and
    they are my creators they created their demise, infiltrating and im takin this battle over the line/
    so what if Im not winning, just give me a little time/
    I'll go back to the beginning for their primordial slime/
    spit in that shit and climb, inside of the soup and hide/
    and wait til im good and high from da fumes and then yell surprise/
    when this monkey just goes bananas, the reason for apes to rise/
    you call these some heavy bars, i call em' some dope lines/
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  7. Maskil

    Maskil Last Gunslinger of End-World

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    I put my thumb in the wind, just to find a fast window/
    blurred yellow lines take me where ever the wind blow/
    I then go, on a vision quest to begin slow, strolls down da roads
    that my soul hold within...
    In strange lands hopin that I know a friend/
    so far, just a dive bar with no ends/
    drunk off my skin, from white guilt by white men/
    good first impressions, ideals get questioned/
    school house rock of hard knock's life lessons/
    rely on ya presence, value da peasants,
    keep ya eyes open while you counting all ya blessins/
    eat, drink and be serious about ya seconds/
    stay in ya lane, and remain within ya methods.
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