fresh cypher

The tides high and surf's up on brain waves, i ride by
I'll molest your newborn daughter then just split like drive by's
The violence deep inside my heart's been needin to be freed
So I'll slice your throat to go and drink all that you would bleed
The Earth's been struck, wit curses from a person who's been phuk'd
Earnestly, you nervous kids I'll purposely just beat yall up
Silly flows made up of collagen, gelatinous silicone
I scatter shattered skeletons so you can build your bones
Invigorous mic fights, preparin me for war
I sit calm, tryna prison break to compare wit 24
But I be lovin em both, so I'm hooked on TV Dramas
Like your locked jaw on my dikck and yall still hangin on it!

Ouchh...lol
 
Trailers...

Hot flashes getting spitted, fitted for a king,
Ring of fire, Cash invested, bested most
of what's left in Hip-Hop already, deadly for
my age, AIDs invoking you'd think, cause
my style spreads like a f*cking disease,
cease opponents is what I do, how is that-
So easy, I leave bars broken- like I busted
out of prison, impossible mission- beating
what I'm dishing, slashing vines through this
Jungle with a machete mouth, the medley
of the south- 4*4's, trailers, and loose women
raised me right- Hell yea Amazing Grace
I'm spraying mace with spiteful speech about
5'0 tall, but please show me something that's
out of my reach, preach what I practice- and
practice I do, every day, every hour, every
second to show I'm better than you... But
that's all your getting for now- I'm through.
 
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i flex the strongest of disagreements you have yet to meet
infest the wrong while arming tenements to bring bullets to teeth
i greet your wack ass with defeat that stomp your composition flat
to be or not to f*cking be keep your sililoques to yourself jack
hack, backslash, bash brackets, triple dot, comma comma sutra
no further punctuation necissary i aim to punture your future
stack bad messages upon repetitive ettiquite rally round the bruiser
with a pocket full of lamentation, dead canaries sing "f*ck you, loser"
 
mind state unstable, a face to face becomes fatal/
ill run past ya so fast itll leave you spun out like a dradle/
wut the fuk you tryna play-fo, ya lifelines on the table/
fittin to run game on me when im plugged in like cable/
im hittin up ya block, get eatin the fuk up like bagles/
cause see you compared to me is like storybooks to fables/
ill be all up in yo sh1t, and you a get ya pages ripped/
i got sick drippin from the lip get hit with contagion quick/
like a virus, get layed out, left stiff like meningitis/
for so long u lose pigmentation, with discoloration of the iris/
damn these cats can act, its like they play parts in a movie/
must be a haters second nature, like me sparkin up dubies/
and dont forget about the knocks needin it faster than pentium/
but i cant hate they been our cash-crops since before the new millennium/
as for squares you a dead ringer, like i used ya corpse for horse-shoes/
youll be lucky if u dont end up missin on the channel four news/
 
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I flow like water
your flows just out of order
we could bet or flip a quarter
but it's best i rip or slaughter
go ask your daughter
cause pizzas what I bought her
and pieces of a quarter
and she skeets it off to all us
yall niggas broke, and couldnt bet us with a score board
gimme some smoke and i can try to get us more broads
them ******* smoke you don't even gotta go hard
.....
 
throughout all of my journeys, i always feel like aint no one heard me/
thats y i post up on first street, flippin you faggots the birdie/
as i abide my time waitin, concentratin only on the futa/ (future)
gotta do wut u do for the gouda, until ya find someone to produce ya/
so who's ta, blame but ya self, wastin away up on the shelf/
i spend my remaining days in the rain chasin the pay and nuttin else/
holdin the bay up like a belt, until i can make it happen rappin/
call me the make it happen captain, with the berries like saggin baggin/**
scrape 17's on the shaggin waggon, chevy 20, fresh two tone/
fittin to mob to dudes home, see about movin a few zones/
might have to switch and flip a new phone, this tele kinda hot/
just gotta ready up this crop, so we can clear up out the spot/
im next to the top and cop the guap cause stocks drop when ya squat/
prop the big block with heavy knock around the clock its nonstop/
im less talk and more walk, if it comes down to it then forget this spit/
cause if this conversation was in person i woulda already split ya sh1t/

** = yall remember Saggin Baggin Berry from the tv show All That?? i dont know if yall have seen that, but i thought it was funny
 
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with mind bending ponders i dis-member your thoughts figure
from what i'm texting on the glimmer of page i bust quicker
then the bullet from the chamber when you clutch the trigger
quicker then the rotation of a helicopters propellers
the vortex opens the dimension is entered
the latest of text inventions is vented
hotter then planet collision, i expand at the lesson
i learn, then to grow is what i branded the mission
I feel I'm stranded in affection of this poetry
mixed with rythmn based compositions you let the poet read
with thoughts in orderly fashion
with page i loosen the ink from pen let the embroidery happen
 
I wake up shaken up by the rays of the sun/
and i hate to take up your day... but I'm sittin' here addicted/
to this rhythm I gotta stitch my lips to stop em' from spittin'/
and my pillow and comforter got my girl ready for me/
to feel her and comfort her but first she's gonna rub my feet/
then i look deep in her eyes ya these are the goodbyes/
I'm shook that she's cryin', but I'd be lyin'/
if i told her that these mornings weren't gettin any colder/
cuz God keeps callin' me to carry this boulder/
ya broad shoulder it spit till this rocks smolderin/
steamin hot like i just hocked up a caulderan/
so this is it God, guide my words to their targets/
and help me coat their souls like my curses are varnish/
finally, my life has started/
 
life started death ending
mics bendin nights blended
to-day twice the venom
poison when i send em
visions of endless bars
twisting cigars limited
text got me scared
words burn my throat
birds turn to dough
hatas learnin slow


sorry im throwed in the mix with them sticks and toxic liquid
 
a fresh cypher/
and a west coast writer, better known as a rider, street survivor regula swisha igniter/
recitin nothin but fire, a verbal fighter, i be burnin em down/
from the ground up, throw em heat, get beat, we servin them clowns/
learnin the town about me, cops aint gettin sh!t out me
im ditchin em/
but others too scared and more than aware there's too much b!tch in em/
these words i aint just spittin em, im livin em down to the syllable/
twistin up chronic choppers most of yall think would be un-killable/
yall do it real little, while me and the crew be enormous/
and if motha fukas take up snitchin, i know a few cats to inform us/
i gots-ta warn ya, dont ever go and play innings with b1tches/
i got the plug with the street thugs thatll leave you swimming with fishes/
since the beginning of business, ive been servin em well/
and fuk gettin caught ill never be another person in jail/
until im burnin in hell, ima be movin it, losin it, wreckless/
strip you of all ya possesions 'til nothin is wut you're left with/
 
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Then with nothing left i make something new in product
making sure it's something true in the logic
pursuing a topic, to ryhme in a flow
keep it on lock kid, with this kind of show
i text lines in galore i put brush to the paper
and paint for those tough enough to embrace the
couplets banging like drums pounded in cartoon strips
as time passes the clock soon ticks
So with this another moment, comes a new movement
i just type here due to the conclusion
of nothing to do in this time frame but give a bit
of lyrics to read whether or not articulate
got every thing calculated to the instrumental
like temples in the amazon i try to resemble
a complexity turned simple, one next to me in all
these randomated thoughts the fires re-kindled
 
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open my eyes 2 a new world/
spread my wings/
cuz hip hop died/
when alliyah cant sing/
when big cant rap/
all three i suppos/
and music is infected/
with talks of pretty hoes/
cars/
clothes/
what happen 2 my culture/
close my eyes now/
wanted up like poster/
and no sir/
im never gonna lie/
how the **** the industry let hip hop die?/


i was listening to the sky's the limit beat...sorry
 
The D is for the Days ive spent out on the streets tryin to compete/
and the Z is for the Z's i aint caught in a week theres no time for sleep/
The names DeeZy, to make it easy i be the number one competitor/
erasin names like an editor, eatin up wanna be Arnolds like predator/
got u ma fukas on the edge-o-your, seats, all thoughts disease/
pop it off like a piece, like heat, leavin yall geased*/
but i be grantin reprieves, a postponement of execution/
CAUSE IF THERES EVER GON BE ANY PEACE IN THE STREETS, THIS IS THE RESOLUTION/
lets inbed it in evolution so our children can live this freedom/
a new generation free of hation, with how its goin we may never see em/
even though the world needs em, but fuk it, weve been here before/
cause some of us could live without hate but thats just the battle wut about the war/
wut about the rest of these so called thugs, banged out bloods, and blued up crips/
the government, and terrorists, that already aint givin a sh1t/
aint it a b1tch, even if we tried we still might not ever change it/
so ima keep up out the way and hope yall stay on the same tip/
 
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Hip hop didn't die
its still alive
it risides in every line i write
hip hop is not just pac and big
as along as theres is creativity hip hop will live
some try to burry her but i will dig
through the underground tell i find it
though she didnt die maybe she in a better place
underground were she feals safe
common kanye lupe even jay-z
to think hip hopn is dead u must be crazy
i guese u aint been diggin lately
so borrow my shuvel
just dig pass the grubble
and the other bull****
then it would be hard not to find it
 
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hip hop aint dead, only in the head of the closed-minded/
this is the doorway of real rap goin against those-behind-it/
you folks-is-blinded, or u just must not see/
hip hop stays alive through unity/
alive through u 'n me, through hate and love/
through action and reaction, til death from above/
how do u define hip hop, how do you put into words/
eveything from melody to lyrics from every rapper youve heard/
REVEAL THE TRUTH
 
Like Captain Planets team im composed of 4 elements
Embodied in hip hop form to make my existence relevant
Earth,wind,fire,water the b-boy entity is in the making
To form the perfect being of djing,emceein,grafitti,and breakin

I honor the code ,respect the art,pay dues never forsakin
Stay real,stay original,keep it authentic and never fakin
So if we uphold the artform keep the truth and never lie
Then we preserve the art and thru us hip hop will never die

Hip Hop is alive but not well ,thats what real emcees said
So the statement of it being dead just get that out yo head
Its up to us to feed this art and keep it well nourish
Put in the work and do ya time and watch your fruit flourish

Cuz i ride on cyphers nicer than Harley's on highways rode by bikers
I gave yall the code already broken its already been deciphered
See you wont get by on the freeway of rap catchin rides bein a hiker
Be yo own entinty,dont steal identities and yo game will be alot nicer
 
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