Its So Much Talent, Let's Cyper

If ya Don't rap like them, you ain't makin' it big
Ain't strapped like them, you ain't makin it kid
This whole game is cat and mouse, dog eat dog. War of words
Middle class kids want hood niggas, not rappers from the suburbs
You scriptured but they missed ya, the lyrics dismissed too
You think they give a **** about the true problems we live through
Nah never that, just talk about a gat
That rat-a-tat-tat and get your pocket real fat
Then when it's all said and done you'll be the one to claim victory
Cause you just wrote science fiction and claimed it history
 
"I" Rollin(roll in) dough like illiterate retarded bakers,
bombarded words on paper,verses stretch for acres
i ache and wager war on your caped capers
place lasers in ya tastebuds and tell you to spit lasik

Taste it i eat apelles , ooples and banono's
im wasted off of both with fist fulls filled with no doze
bounce back like a pogo im solo and realler now
cuz i bring "it" in ya home like killer clowns in ya house

How? I guess cuz people see me crazy
cuz my styles hard and your is soft like a fu*%in beanie baby
Aid me with abrasive words like steel wool to ya grease spots
cuz street spots the only real spot for my hip hop

its gridlock, i touched down inside a ziplock
unzipped my ship and took a look at my wrist watch
shook crooks need a pit stop, ya b1tch lips needin lip gloss
its a flip toss, i got mo clips then you tube

mo clips then you do and mo sh1t then do do
rap needs a redo, a recap and a review,
cuz ill renew your view and leave ya eye a dark blue
like the top of a mushroom im so doom,

mother F&*ers mistake fame with mismatched fate
for vapor money fumes,
cuz vapor raises paper and brings these honeys too!
this player styles new!,

yo! i was patti cakin in the telly
she was gladly getin naked ,anxious to take it in her belly

ok works over, ill finish this at home
 
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I was pushed in to this world so I all ways move forward,
Never shred street ties, permanently scared like an umbilical cord,
I walk a higher path, cos I don’t feel it no more,
Going in circles like a boat with one oar,
I swim back to shore, dry my self off,
Look back at the ocean, this boy’s no longer lost,
I’m free man like "Shore Shank Redemptions" Morgan Freemen,
Say what cha want I’m ready to be man……!
So let it be man, the streets taught a Maori to eat man,
Defeat, beat and eventually reach peace man…!
So stay cool, cos this peanut completion will satay fools,
Dont Speek....!
 
when you aim for the moon
falling into the stars is still a failure
what was that Malcom?huh? i cant hear ya?
he said make sure you known
cuz your culture needs a prophet
they whoring out your music
just so they could make a profit
make sure that you can stop it
 
Gutty502 said:
"I" Rollin(roll in) dough like illiterate retarded bakers,
bombarded words on paper,verses stretch for acres
i ache and wager war on your caped capers
place lasers in ya tastebuds and tell you to spit lasik

Taste it i eat apelles , ooples and banono's
im wasted off of both with fist fulls filled with no doze
bounce back like a pogo im solo and realler now
cuz i bring "it" in ya home like killer clowns in ya house

How? I guess cuz people see me crazy
cuz my styles hard and your is soft like a fu*%in beanie baby
Aid me with abrasive words like steel wool to ya grease spots
cuz street spots the only real spot for my hip hop

its gridlock, i touched down inside a ziplock
unzipped my ship and took a look at my wrist watch
shook crooks need a pit stop, ya b1tch lips needin lip gloss
its a flip toss, i got mo clips then you tube

mo clips then you do and mo sh1t then do do
rap needs a redo, a recap and a review,
cuz ill renew your view and leave ya eye a dark blue
like the top of a mushroom im so doom,

mother F&*ers mistake fame with mismatched fate
for vapor money fumes,
cuz vapor raises paper and brings these honeys too!
this player styles new!,

yo! i was patti cakin in the telly
she was gladly getin naked ,anxious to take it in her belly

ok works over, ill finish this at home
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Hot Fire
 
Comical to my beliefs...relevance of whips and chains...
Abdominally gotta speak...tell ya'll...spittin' game...
F*ck any religion pimpin...practice monetarism...
Stay fly, stay high...fly beyond the scary prisons...
The notion germinates...spreading into a harvest...
Never vegetated...but generations of artists...
Seem like weed-like orators...to the untrained pupil...
So chepetto uses you...in order to keep it usual...
Foolin' you...hate it all...yet the relevance is up...
Dollars are still generated... you're relegated from the jump...
All because of a manufactured front...
Regardless if it's hot or cold...the existance is not opposed...
To keep this system...you hate but you're listenin'...
Subconciously...or R and B...
Regreting or Bluntly...forgetting...
That in reality...everyone's a Superhead or Headley...
Deadly...is the beating heart...of earth's ills...
Unbothered...
Sighted and spwaned by our Father...

Still...

But inside us...

oops...I meant "Hunter" not Headley lol...
 
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This is a track Im doing about falling in love with hip hop, but im talking about it like she is a girl

Verse 1

When I first got on the scene, I didnt see you standing there
I was introduced to rebel girls with long hair

Smoking cigarettes in leather jackets and they didnt are
If there skirts were hiked up and you could see there underwear

Living on the edge, everydays another thrill
But that wasnt my style, I was trying to chill

They still got me going down to Paradise City
Cuz the Grass is green and the Girls are pretty

But When I got there, I found out the truth
These girls were crazy with guns and they were ready to shoot

Hopped in the Coupe and I got out of town
Left the Mainstream and entered the Underground

Got around my town, on speakers with no sound
Cuz when I turned on my radio I heard nothing but clowns

Searching for Love, But its nowhere to be found
And thats about the time, when you started to come around

Verse 2

When you first walked in the room, I didnt know what to do
I was confused by your unusual point of views

From your hair to your shoes, rhythm to your blues
All That I knew is you were deffinately hot

And I, didnt think I could go the rest of my life
Without Knowing if this was love or just out of spite

For them rebel girls, in a Metal World, Gone Pop
Like Champaigne, All different, but feeling the same

its like you took a flame, injected your game
And Came with a style that could never ever be tamed


All I have so far
 
not a bad concept berti,

From your hair to your shoes, rhythm to your blues
All That I knew is you were deffinately hot

ok the line underlined, that ones dope, its got a multie, hair to your shoes, rhythm to your blues, try more multies, it makes the song more interesting, and plus have fun with your words.
Since u got em's picture up, you ever notice how he'll ride a rhyme, and keep going with it, then BOOM, slides out, its cuz of his multies, someone told me that em starts by freestlyin what he wants it to sound like even if hes not making real words, then he figures it out later, genius idea, but it never worked for me
 
Yea.... When I record the First verse I want you to hear it cuz. I am getting it down pretty good. Have it memorized. I know it doesnt have a lot of multies but it just flows nice.

Second verse is still a work in progress. them last 2 bars were just the drop off of my thoughts so there gonna get cut
 
my spit's hard i fill ice trays when spew a ryhme
dude is the sign of lucifers time i do this with the kind
of leverage in which i'd never sweat i give a bit
of that hard core as if the apple was never bit
it broke eve's teeth off the knowledge they speak of
was never acknowledged and everyone never conceived lust
and every beleif of trinity was shot down
and the R and E was never set to be hiphops crown
nah i'm not christian, i'm just heaven with rap literature
with that hot spitting oxymoron to line 1 i give it to ya
in such stability the foundation never get's knocked down
i'm steel, my sounds are making the system get locked down
I make emcee's eyes X you know i'm W with the steez
I just want to know Y every time there making me catch Z's
beeyaatch please you know your left hungry for more
you know you don't need that materialism money galore
 
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