bringin the cypher back

W.A.I.S. Krew

!The Future Of Music!
wheres my textcees at?

all up in the lyricism section
im here to spread infection
feelin kinda ill
yea i might be contagious
kill time here, when im not rockin stages
pick up the cyphers, hope yall courageous
cmon im lookin for 10 plus pages
swear this thread gon be so outrageous
so i post a new discussion
might say somethin thatll have u blushin
go head dont post suffa the reprocussion
whos gonna be next in this online function
 
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In my days I've seen some spelling that's atrocious
And punctuation most won't notice
lexicographically, you're fnckin' with the dopest
Out for the cake - I should change my last name to Hostess

But that's just my Slugger swagger
Bunch of minors among a major
Wield a bat - like how Vader swung a saber
I gets to the point like a motherfnckin' dagger
 
Bringin cypher back like Tim brought the Sexy
Im a hot textcee, ought not to test me
Lets see, I peddle the white, like a ten speed
And I never could ever do right, like a Lefty

I get gobs of cheddar, my jet dodges weather
I stand out in crowds like a cosby sweater
No matter what you write, I'll respond with better
Subtractive stay cool like Fonzie leather

lol
 
lol thats all i could write

stay cool like fonzarelli
so fresh in my perry elli
see me on tha teli
rubbin on my belly
talkin bout i got the jam....
that jelly
 
I've been sonnin niggas since the son of god's sacrifice-
and one for all- for the false tongued talk of antichrist
I will specter them w/ spirit- leavin hoes Banshee like
I catch an ectoplasmic orgasm on any mic- *****
I be liver than paperview- spit fire for blazin dudes
I'm combustin all the lies like the messiah's forsaken you
Even seasoned vets be talkin ******* and payin dues
but they broke as a **** and they ******* inflatable
 
as i think of my future, the music continues to digress
but as most my class chasing checks, im trying to be whose next
taking my cirricula in the industry, trying to get my diploma signed quick
before pop gets ride of me, hoping i never have to sell out to jump in, cuz if im given the option, i might do the sin, on;y to reach my audience, get enough of a backing, to take it back wats ours, cuz its seriously lacking
....sooooooul.....
 
smokin that peru
you can call me lima
cuz imma smoke that ish
till i catch emphasyma
trust nobody do it meaner
crazy imma throwed out beana
coffee black girls
imma nuta imma creama
drive by in tha bimma
leave you full of more lead
than a mexican fina
rhymes so clean you can thank that leva (lever)
2 thousand my words round housing
im always so sick, i might have manchousing....
syndrome wais spreadin wisdom
 
munchausen syndrome, that just mean yall think that yall illness,
while i spill this sins one motha ****a must feel this,
you can bill this, but the mic check is free,
likely to be the best to write, you see,
i'm like cataracts, blind styles with lyrical prowess,
miracle powahs, the radiation devours ya soul,
whole, like wheat grain,
supportin this world, no foldin, even wit a knee sprain
 
a knee sprain f with us
pain is what ya gain
rollin down tha fast lane
chick give me brain
while a straight line i try an maintain
lol what the hell am i spittin main
insane
 
saying in-sane, like I was outta it once,
chick gave you brain, bjs for me, and her mouth is a ****,
born in the south, this is brunch,
eating you chickens, ya dunce,
I could spit this, make yall lick it up, like its spunk.
what the funk? or what the disco,
however this flow goes, hope yall dont get pissed so,
ill get it poppin, like damn crisco,
want thousand islands like frisco,
and make it up hill, like san francisco.
 
I'd like to welcome myself to the Apollo
Where I'll upstage amateurs sure to follow
Who introduce me to their women with their pnssies out to hollow
Your b!tch is so dumb, yet she's got the brains to swallow
Then I fncked her raw-dog 'til she came like there's no tomorrow
D!ck out, kicked her out, cab fare's only there for her ass to borrow
 
Friday night freestyle, we sick with the text,
My man Bon V went before me, I said I got next,
I reflects on the week, was not the best,
but since the onset, i been lookin down standin on the crest
landed on a desert island, stranded bout to jet
planet of the ex-greats who came and swept the set,
I meditate, body levitate, i kept it in the flex,
How did our New World become a village?
Hip hop was pillaged,
bought, raped, and sold for hundred millions
i'll trade a hundred Soulja Boy's for the only J Dilla,
illin on a level incomparable since it's still in-
grained in my membrane, this s*it is insane,
Someone with less brain, may say that the end came.
Not me, properly I try to stop this folly,
Good golly molly, n*ggas swear they dropped a body
 
I try to write without the bounds of a rhythm,
My rhymes so tight I'm bout to drown something in 'em,
And it sound like its venom when I pound in your inner,
Ear drums, you hear hum, but I'm out like a whisper,

So minimal, yet my reach is still expanding,
Here I stand on the precipice of Zeus's landing,
Dethroning the man who commands lightning, can he,
Please hand me that bolt so I can slam the,

Energy down on these bars that I'm writing,
It's far out and frightening the way I start out so lightly,
The mass multiplies by a factor of five, we,
Smashing your lives with a hammer and might be,

Ready for a next round, crane your neck so you can check how,
We shed our bullet vests in favor of the rest now,
Perhaps we are blessed as the wounds in our chest howl,
And a werewolf emerges with his ragged red crown,

Just something random off the top. I haven't written in one of these in a long time.

-E.
 
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