Discussion in 'Cypher' started by mr.redeyez, Sep 17, 2007.
Dat Yez Zirrrr Typye Shyt Mane.
I WALK LIKE A PANTHER
IM FRESH FLOWS DEATH CALL IT CANCER
YEAH IM IN THE WILD LIKE A CAMPER
QUICK TO MAKE A BYTCH SMILE FOR THE CAMERA
IMMA LION IMMA MUTHA-FUCKIN ANIMAL
THE MAN-EATER LIKE A NIGGA KIN TO HANNIBAL
AND IF YOU NEED A QUICK HIT I GOT DA ANTADOTE
ONE MAN ARMY MR.REDEYEZ
I WILL KILL ANY TRACK LOOK HOW THE BAND CRIES
U WANNA SEE PAIN LOOK UP IN DIS MAN EYES
GUARANTEED EVRY OTHA BLINK THERE LIES A MAN DIED
MY LIFE MY LIFE NIGGA MY LIFE
1 man army,no man can harm me.
convincing u,I'm invincible.
Cuz your gun can't kill men
With lead like my pencil do.
Pick a dude,any dude
Can get ridiculed.
I storm like a click of troops
and spit lightning like I'm pikachu.
U can smell me,I'm the shit 2 u.
I rip a beat like a sheet.
The same way that scissors do.
I'm sharp,I bomb tracks
Leaving instrumentals nuked.
Consider me the truth.
In the flesh or in the booth
There's cracks in the ground from everywhere my spittage lies
My raps makin sound where every hair is critisized
New to some site...another soldier with a beat
For the few that'll fight'll see I'm bolder in the heat
Can't be luck, I'm makinem sweeter than candy trucks
Cus all my lines like a heater...they jus can't be touched
"can't be touched"
can't be fugged, with, he got the gift, and his name is gift/
look at computer and "shift",//
old school like Heirogliph-phics, this is the swiftness/
to be specific, through ya residential district//
or down by the Wilshire District, when it's cold and Muggy/
Sometimes I like to ride around like a Dune Buggy//
by the Wiltern theatre, on Western/
then take the next turn, we got some time to burn//
for right or wrong, use to puff the magic bong/
back in 2001, but that's the same song//
that I been singin', that I been bringin'/
I guess it's cuz back then had soo much meaning//
in my life it grew me up, chillin' with James, up in the cut//
this for those type of dudes, the average worker, livin' it up/
just payin' the bills, havin' fun for cheap thrills//
while we spit all over the beat, for the love and not a deal, what's the deal?//
Whats the deal?
The deal is I peel skins and fuck phillipino bitches that are midgets//
I get them digits and ditchit cause they stay in my buisness//
Back to the one man army~cant harm me~my poisons delicious//
Use stealth tactics l=thats vicious like a man on a mission//
Caught slippin~ your wrist what im slittin ~bleed you out for living//
the kitchen is stinking from bodys im slinging
hanging the enemy for the next feast to beef up the body//
One man army Im practice alone~My skills are honed//
I kill a man with an African soup bone//
I took body parts and built me a throne//
You see threw like glass My house made of stone//
I got no more lines let this cypher move on//
One Man Army
Skill Level (pro) Style Level On The Go
My Flow Is Cashing Doe
Slashing Foes Or Blowum Wit The4/
He Is Burn Happy Keep The Firm Scrappy
He Can Turn At Me
But He Get Burned Badly/
Make Metal Bend Settle On Ya Chin
O-d The Medicine
And Go Tell It To A Friend/
One Man Army Till Death No Breath
Who Can Past My Test
If The Subject Is Who's Best/
Warriors Welcome Size Me Soon
I Swing Harder Than A Sonic Boom!
OJ the 1!!!! yeahhhhh!!! rep this
I am OJ,
I rep Idaho,
All the girls say,
I'm the flyest yo,
Bitches wantin' me,
get in line ho,
cuz I kick mad rhymes
that make ya mind blow,
I'm a sick muthafucka
from back in the day,
bottom line with OJ is
this kid don't play,
I'm a one way ticket
to the front of the line,
my mind insane,
but also divine,
inclined to rep myself,
as hard as I write,
designed to kill mc's
in ultimate fights,
The juice is loose bitch
and the noose is tight,
boost switched on the NOS
means you lose ya life,
me against the world
like its always bin'
every dope rhyme
cleanse all my sins,
believe in OJ
he the ruler of rap,
without J theres no way
and the future is black,
every rhyme I write
like a brutal attack,
like a 45 mag
puttin' 2 in your back.
One Man Army
Mc's Try To Swarm But The Truth Is Out
We Can Duke It Out
Im Knocking Toothes Out/
My Army Is A Team Of One Feel The One
Grills Get Done
Full Metal Kills Is Fun/
You Actors Go The Script I Live In This
Skilled In This
Keep Me Killing This/
Hits I Never Miss Strait Point The Rips
Euthinize Young Lives In This/
Able Body Souldiers Feel The Pain
See The Name
The Widow Maker End Game/
Im hip hop's Jason Bourne...to this rap cypher forum...
words are my weapons, and they quickly take form/
I Ethan Hunt any mission, my style so impossible...
Ya'll say its dumb luck, my spits so illogical/
I turn Snake, wit the punches, from Metal Gear Solid....
Metas like strats, more flawless than Weslyan Colleges'/
I look right into the whites of death eyes, then I spray...
Cuz Im cocky and I got more guns than the NRA/
I learned the war games in the streets Im reppin...
I dont gotta brag, Im the hood's newest secret weapon/
Ima one man army, so I aint gotta worry about fire thats friendly...
See if Bush knew about me, he'd pull back troops and probably send me/
loose packs i'm handling...thru you's
ave's i'm scrambling wit the speed of god
loose shoes, laces out breathin hard
back is crampin then...carryin the weight of the world is hard
even the champs is askin him, how u aint get no scars?
majorities emplorin he's..above par....
lou summers, 2 gunners and the usual crimes
got these crow's givin beautiful mind
rook u new to the grind, get ya work took, loot, and ya shine
...keep ya fate...boots and ya pride
aint tryin to spend my future like shyne
i seen a many a guy, fold up never knew he would cry
life is a bitch, stretchin the truth to get by
but i'm used to the lies...life is a trip
off of a cliff that wasn't lookin that high
boss of the strip, makin deals from my office and shit, crook in disguise
having day mares and night dreams of coffins that fit
you can't rap, you might as well sell anthrax
listen to me and give your future its plan back
you must be confident or you're having a death wish
but first hide that ego boost inside of your press-kit
introspect, i'm nothing to be messed with
quit all of this net shit and just head for an exit
i spit off the top... is this all you got ?
step in a cypher and you'll get kicked off the spot
i'ma smash this rookie
the old and the squeemish
can't take the poems he preachin
he too cold of a teacher, soul of a mobster
know of some rasta's
deliver codes in they speakin thru the brokest of english
u can find me in the booth breathin...
zone of a doctor durin surgery sharp wit...
words as a scapel guess my rappin is proper
quick to get atchu the ratchett'll scold u
locing wit demons always be cheefin hardly ever be sober
i traveled coast to coast..seen the seas took cruises on boats but
its still a 40 oz on top of the coaster
bookbag full of work like 40 oz's over my shoulder,
swerve a black tinted 05 rover
when a verse get kicked a hearse get sent
alias khyza sosa my words is sick
man of steel in the cape limpin over beats i'm great
smell usual suspects scent? in the streets i'm ape
change ya lane
u 2 plain wit cane...
not even worth my cents dont even state my name
talkin bout deliverin piff...
i'm deeper than having bricks for kicks
or when u bottom river a snitch
killings cover my thoughts
kids hit wit the razor or clipped by the eagle
criminal boss.....pic a Don takin a loss
ask for a feature...i deliver no cost
guess styles is free.....
name a nigga wild as me....
get head, bust in her e-y-e, smile and i leave
find someone wit a past as violent as me
i been on islands...go work on ya grindin
while u here...i been there so i'm perfect wit rhymin
lines leak wine, strict 9 spiked...fresh sneak stylin...
c-note pile'n...havin the best time try and find'em
u dreamt to be in a spot that i'm in
one man army
I don't write for the fame, I don't write for tha brain,
I'm here to set land mines every time you step me to me manye,
I'm wreckin your frame, like professional bowlers,
the internet ayatollah, comin tight just like a boa,
constrikta, lectures, destined to leave you on stretchers,
and since your tactics are weak,
i'll leave casualties, somthin like a catastrophe,
catastrophe them versus us is blasphmey
tryin to take care of my baby
but her momma's drama is crazy...
stay smokin marijuana still in shape cuz i'm training...word
sweat and i ponder words mouthed in a sauna
use to be in the house on the corner...now
in a house by obama....feelin alil bit calmer...how?
well my winters is warmer i, targeted a spot in the market...dow?
no....block wit a cartridge...glocks in compartments, wow
seen a light thru the darkness,
good lawyer ate all them charges now
skills get sharpend hear my mastiff's barkin loud
they just antsy get angry of the slightest of sound...
i'm living good sittin and choppin it...used to be livin hood in a project
just a lucky kid that god had adopted i opted up out of it
feel it..watch out..
didn't get my education from school..too sick..dropped out..
tie the bandana round my wits..
load the 30 round banana clip from my waist..
hand it to man Nizzle..I've seen him handle it..
polished and brandished it..
I exceed the rest..
strapped with c 4 explosives..MOTHERFUCKAH I don't need a tech..
neither a vest..walk onto no mans land..
with nothin but a microphone in my hand..
controllin tha sands..
these bitches be slippin like they got petroleom in hands..
disbandin..and infectin with plans..
leave you standin correctin like superman ressurected..
I heard you aint got food at ya house? We'll bring beef to ya crib
watch ya shorty wig out put the piece to ya wiz
for the cheese im a beast i believe in presidents my nig
Im heart felt but no hard feelings ya dig
I hustle, and so forth my cheddar gets big
Like Russell I build my empire and shit
stomp a mud hole and expire liers
try stoppin my shit
the pied piper lay pipe pipping his bitch
inside cyphers I get live popping the most shit
used to ride chryslers now I ride beats
who rippin the most hits
flippin acts and highflyers
sipping daniels that jack and jaugermister
getting so bent I crashed on a right turn
lefted the whip and dash even though im hurt
my forehead hit the dash left a gash
blood splashed on my shirt
I ditched the chrysler no d.u.i
stiches left reminded of the crisis
now im much wiser
I turned hitchhiker home
reported the whip stolen from a phone
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