Its So Much Talent, Let's Cyper

Yo I'm president MC you aint gotta like me but when the ballad in they still voted fa me you wack MC you'll never get a carrer more like a suicde bomber you waitin ta blow up here I'm way past a glow I'm startin to get a glare I know it hurts to stare my flow sicka than the blair witch
I know you scared I can see it in your twitch I got the power ova life yea I got the switch
You got gurl ways thas why niggas call you a b%&*$ you need help gettin gurls type a nigga to go to hitch i aint neva been lame I always stay the same who killed the rap game I was jus gettin a name they done took the fun out I'm fust tryna bring it back see I say what I mean I'm as serious as a heart attack while dudes sit around wit they movie scripts and act I'm a just take advantage I want everyrhing I don't care if moms wearin it I want it nigga said his chain go bling but he aint got no ka ching you a stain thing my flow is oxy clean crazier than mr.bean I could leave wounds as if I had claws like wolverine see i move the crowd wit my flow like gene
you cant get it imma cross you off the list wit a X man
 
I dont usually do this...but here goes nothing


My mind state can cure the death and blind rates
To my surprise, the pearly gates
was not intended for who i use to be....so I converted to a Saint
I use to feel worthless until, I verbalized my words with paint
drew a picture of what life looks like through the eyes of.....
WAIT....I almost had a line
To many thoughts of becoming rich has distorted my mind
I shouldve been aborted but the doctor was blind
instead of my moms stomach, he went after her spine
Now she say she cant stand me,
but mom, I thought I was part of the family....
she say...thought, smought, Sorry you cant be
WATCH OUT....Prepare for a stampede
I'm tumbling down your block with a glock and granade cantene
I'm thirsty, I'm hot and I cant breathe
I'm running out of lines right now...I'm getting dizzy, I cant read
I hope I made sense somewhere through out my last 16...
nah...it cant be
 
Bud Bunner said:
keystyle time...

Im mentally retarded but mentally the smartest
instrumentally the hardest your meant to be departed
that vent in me has started to open, then release
ive wrote with pens and broken men with eaze
when ive spoken on the beats, punches crushed bones
crushed domes, of many men it wasnt justjones
trust foes'll rush home, you emcees are weightless
like your participating in a space test, i break necks
with great text, you dicks are shyt like gay sex
and thats what making jay vexed, i stay fresh
i hate feds, and its abundunt ill be locked in dungeons
but drop them truncheons cos im big time like that clock in london
ill stop your functions your a failure too im the mayor dude
and you prolly order seamen to the rear like sailors do

...

people hail me too, label me special like retarded kids
grab your cartridges we can battle to see who the hardest is
ive targetted your cartilidge, got flames like an arsonist
come and dive in the talent pool with this piranha fish
ive mastered this, and ***** no i aint sharing my bars
im tearing your hearts and i diss guys like im wearing a mask
your prolly scared of the dark...
 
'm top of my game didn't needa ladder
Keep playing put ya brains on tha pavement
Water hose they sprayin it
Nice jewels I like give it up I'm taxin it
Dudes say I aint hot cuz I aint in the number one spot
I don't need a spot when I got it covered like a stain I don't care if you had disinfect I can't be removed
You dudes aint real I need more proof
Last man tried me he I played magician he went poof!
See I'm jus being me there's only one me so you tryna be me is not original gee be ya self homeboy not a generic E
 
^read my guide (jim reaper), you need to elevate

no beef im helping...
 
This ant a battle

You got this cypher twisted,
cats get realistic, take it to a e-beef level
get eaten like a biscuit//

The vibe brings heat, You automatically blister,
This ant ya average tough twister,
I am the seen, there for the best listener//

This ant the place ta dis,
Vamoose son of a chick,
I could careless bout your retarded rap S**T//

This is the heart of classic B***H,
Run laps round the unfit,
crying over a stomach stitch//

Keep the flow moven,
Express, be direct or ill leave ya sole ruined,
I'm back to the grind, Got goals Im pursuing//
 
now who is this lyricist that twist heads like the excorcist but spooks mics illa
resurface like "Lords of the Underground" and the zombies on Michael J'S Thrilla
whether u be chocolate,pecan rican,butter pecan or vanilla
just because you front the role wit ice ,cars,and clothes dont make u a reala fella
now most us emcees have each others back on a FP thread
ask my man Lightgiver ,those who oppose who ever he may be is dead
its accapella so i dont hear the music,i spit over a SynicalBeat
say somethin in a verse twice like Mike Jones,but ill let JustJones repeat
spit heat,bare wit me cause this flow is almost done
we vomit fire that be over 1000 degrees celcius hotter than the sun
we the ones,who like Bin Laden and Saddam ,fly over mics and drop bombs
we just a group of real emcees holdin it down on Futureproducers.com


we all should make a mixtape or somethin yall.keep hip hop real
 
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Watch ya kids paw

Yeah Bud my teacher molested me jerked me off in class
Reason i didnt tell is cuz she had an awesome ass
But it scarred me estranged me from my closed buddies
Had me skippin math english comin back to social studies
Traumatized by tha softest thighs i was all suprised
Told me I would make the honor roll but it all was lies
Hurt inside by tha dirt inside her cold heart
Said she'd kill my little brother if I told narcs
Left notes inside my bookbag that read look fag
Bring me another or you'll leave here wit a foot tag
Game of manipulation posing as a role model
Dads liquor...drunk the whole bottle...fondled in a old auto


Just a scribe to make sure u watch ya kids
hold em tight n make sure they tell u whats happening
rock on!
 
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damn Light thats kinda messed up how ya teacher turned on you
kinda reminds me of the case of that kid and his teacher Mary Kay LeTourneau
kinda wonder why a educated woman would make such a decision
either she was a freak or he dicked her good for her to go to prison
wonder if she was into kinky stuff like being spanked and strangled
so Vili Fualaau did his geometrics and had her bent in crazy angles
now i suppose most of us knows just how the story goes
mathmatically added a dick,divided the legs to the hips,and subtracted all her clothes
so now Vili got good grades on the honor roll,and he a good student so hes told
until she tells him hes got one bakin in the oven and out pops the lil roll

just a lil somethin to vibe off Lightgiver
 
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speaking of that teacher that was raping the kids
i saw her on bangbros.com, milf lessons, shaking her tits
with her face her on a dick, and her ass in the air
fuk an education but show me her class and im there
grasping her hair, as we fuking doggystyle
leave a soggy pile on her chest, yes her hobbies wild
a gobby child, gets silenced, sex education is hands on
hands on dong teacher gives demonstrations with no pants on
the plans wrong but in this class theres no stencil or a graph
just a naughty kid a teacher and a pencil up the arse
potential for some laughs, this girl kim at school her breath stinks
sex ed in the morning, afternoon with the principle, an ex pimp
a dressed gimp, in leather teacher gets pleasured then her bra rip
and bytch my dick cant be measured with a yard stick
 
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Next topic...fatherless sons

Luv moms n wont put noone above moms
who gone teach me how to fight when thugs come
n drugs come n tha slugs come
n im slumped over a toilet off a drugged rum
Confidence from when I bummed
tongue tied when she say Hi! n i go numb
uhh
Who gone give me the thumb
when I dunk it n we won
I run right into the crown n he hug me like a son
Who gone do that **** for me
when Im feelin miserably
mom not happy wit a B
Im a fatherless son all I wanted was some gum
but some stranger gave me guns
told me I could make some funds if I sold jumbs
uhh
Who gone teach me how to cope
when Im strugglin for hope
Harvard Law or smugglin dope
Who gone teach me how stand and deliver
Be a man or a nigga how to handle a trigger
but refrain from the anger
Im a fatherless son all I wanted was a pat on tha back
now I have to react cuz them cats comin back
 
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The circle of life

Lord forgive your child,
For making his boi a fatherless son,
His baby girl went wild in the streets she would run//

Searching for that father figure,
At home there wasn't one,
Only a solo mother on a S**ty income//

I didn't no about fun,till a ball save my life,
I still play on that hardwood floor at night,
Funny as hell how sports changed me right...!//

Wrong,
The path I'm on, was instilled by my beautiful Mum,
Gave me wisdom, an showed her son right from wrong//

But I still do wrong,
Made my own seeds fatherless ones,
So s**t does get past from father to son...!//
 
The father to son exchange made me what I am to day
declared me an heir and spared me from what I had to pay
I might have to stray, be bold and say what I have to say
If you don't honour and respect Him then you might have to pray
Alright, Back to the topic, which is.....oops, I forgot it
<random> If you're not addicted then why can't you stop it
By the way God is my Father and He can be yours too
Bt the road is narrow so you must be willing to crawl through
 
And After You Crawl Thru You Skill Spiritually Stand Pround/
Cuz Your Covered By His Blood When He Lays His Hand Down/ He Already Layed His Life And Shed Blood And Tears/ So Everyday Should Be Like Valetines With Love In The Air/ No Thugs In Here No Time For Ou Fake Gangsta's/ Lil' Bangers, Yall All Jokes Like A Pranksta/ God Freed Me From It All And I Just Wanna Say Thank Ya/ He Died And Rose Again/ So I Could Continually Rhyme And Flow Til' The End

-law-
 
Til the end, knowing the end of times is upon us/
when our lives will be taken by the hand that spawned us/
facin your father at his gates, putin his hand on your head/
only to push you down where u belong for the life u lead/
u choose so choice is yours, u decide and seal ur fate/
loyalty, honor, respect, are now the loneliest of traits/
but can YOU uphold these standards, and not keep them secondary/
i guess my question is will u be a follower or a revolutionary
 
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reach inside my wallet and pull out a kitchen faucet
and toss it over ya' line after ya' said not to cross it,
and pimp whats righfully mine in case pimpin has lost it,
crash windows systems and leave primitive DOS sh1t,
Give advice to the poor, why not empower strangers?,
Let bums transform like mighty morphin power rangers,
during droughts of niceness i shower anger,
cuz too many people piss me off and owe me favors,
so why is hip hop dead? let me zombie my words,
resurect my chopped off head and my bomb beat works,
ive ripped through fake rappers with an alligator knife,
cuz they clueless like ricky bobby on talledega nights,
keepin hip hop alive is an every day fight,
cuz new rap is money,whatcha drive and lime light,
but we in due time for a change like a kid on free lunch,
raps gone to chickens free range and fry up these clucks,

Ok thought id drop something, its been awhile
 
Off FP for lil while but a lil sumn

tha way I speak from the heart'll make ya leak from tha heart
some say Jigga left is the reason bleek fell apart
I say when ya try to seperate the street from tha art
anything you have to say is gone be weak from the start


Never ever let hip hop lose its roots, it started on streets of NY, CALI, ATL, HOU, CHI, AL, MI, OH, yeah go MS (WE KNOW RACISM HASNT CHANGED MUCH THERE) many others

Preserve the art form..kill the BEEF at least leave it on wax...
hug ya brethren, stop the violence...and teach the children

praise the almighty...1 luv fellas , nice spitters, n money getters

back n a few weeks
 
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Rappers bite like vampires then call that s*** fire
acting like Hip-Hops pseudo-messiah
resurrecting the past like Isis
now they whore us son
though Horus is the sun like Osiris
but these cats lack character like empty papyrus
reflecting another mans shine like the moon
lunatics who couldnt grip reality with ad-vice about truth
 
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