Its So Much Talent, Let's Cyper

HIP-HOP NEEDS A DOCTOR/ CUZ MOST OF THESE MC'S SO FAKE, THEY DESERVE A GRAMMY OR OSCAR/ EVERYLINES ABOUT HOW THEY PIMP THERE FLY CAR/ HOW GANGSTA THERE LIVES ARE/ ALL OF ITS LIES DAWG/ HIP-HOP WAS ORIGINALLY ABOUT BEING ORIGINAL/ AND LYRICALLY LYRICAL/ IT WAS ALMOST SPIRITUAL/ RHYMES TOUCHED YA SOUL LIKE PREACHERS SERMON, OR AN EXORISM/ I TRIED MY BEST TO GIVE IT/ NEW LIFE, BUT CATS SAID THEY AIN'T WANT HEAR THAT/ THEY'LL NEVER FEEL THAT/ THATS WHY I DON'T HAVE A DEAL YET/ BUT NEVER THE LESS, NO STRESS AND NO SORROWS/ (PAUSE) THERE'S ALWAYS TOMMORROW...lol....

- LAW -
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most of todays current rappers be good actors,fake as a rubber snake
talkin bout how much dough they make and how they hard but they soft like a piece of cake
they lame,they trained to take aim,foolin minds in the game causin em to switch lanes
we the elect few will set that ass straight and get that focus rearranged
leavin em delirious and deranged swearin that we dope and they be like dang!
these cats got skills fo real,they the real deal
i see why Guru from Gangstarr said he had mass appeal
and we some dope cats on mics or text types fo real damnit
and we far beyond futureproducers.com the planet !
 
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damn, aint no rap greater than da old school/
from da 80's to 2000, now hiphop got sum rules/
like u aint gonna make it if u dont spit about money, sex and hoes, bunch of fools/
hip-hop all started from da end of jazz n blues/
hip-hop is dying so go and respect ya dues/

hip-hop is on da lifeline so u know we must protect/
snap your fingers music all it does is neglect/
the minds of the youth with da poison dat infects/
we da exterminators gettin rid of all these insects/

i aint talkin shyt im just bein real/
niggas feel me, they all know da deal/
whateva happened illmatic, dat shyt was hard foreal/
we need to rise as one and give em suttin they can feel/
 
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quit playin like you make a statement thats content will hold its placement on the inside of XXL, not even in my basement, ya grievin over yo arrangement, stop rappin and face it yo words a ways away from being favorites, save it and stop singing ya gangsta or aches a million times over open and breaks ya shoulder, and kanker sores boil over, trash talkin like grover, ya words not worthy of manilla folders, milli vanilli is rollin over on the inside of they grave, im the show of showers and im flyer then a plane,

Okay works over gotta stop, ill start up again
 
yo, when i speak,
i make ya eyes and ears leak/
for normal speakin, yall already know im rather unique/
got my flow peepin out cha system and ya physique/
compare you against me? in this shyt u weak/
ima do what i do, find ya weakness in ya membrane/
you tryin to spit back, although i know u must maintain/
my lyrics go to through ya ears and fuk up ya brain/
fuk up your nerves system so you wont feel any pain/
in a mental hospital cuz ma lyrics are just insane/
not da type of shyt u spittin dat are just too plain/
vocabulary is ill i got you actin all strange/
one shot from my lyrical glock will change ya frame/
thank god they help niggaz who are in da form of deranged/
you against me is like a mad dog in its cage/
you can bark all you want, ill just keep feedin ur rage/
nuttin can explain wen my lyrics rearange ya ribcage/
your pocket change, have ya mouth on ma c0ck its like a 12 guage/
blow ya brains out, into the audience from the top of the stage/
dat will leave you wit a face lift and in a coma for dayz/

De Cora!
~1~
 
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yo, i can write a fukin song in less than an hour/
erase you wit a pencil wen i start to devour/
like a pharoe my lyrics will put ya ugly ass under power/
if u got arrested you would be gettin raped in da shower/

............critics.............
 
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im jolly probably some organic planet oceans jello
red color cool planes smokin souls old trolls bridged coltrain notes
before i quote
get visual and really indivisible a kindling full
tracer bullets spending plentiful and beautiful of bountiful
countless rounds circular in a perfect flurry infantry infinatley
peircing streets in practice
or
a cactus in the desert soar from heat
cloaks choked a vulture to death
oasis is spacing me out the distance of the ocean mist has shifted
i could write a book worms dont tell me im not gifted
 
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yeah we gifted, What? Okay the subjects dun shifted
Wait, what's that. Did I just spit it and dun ****ted
Incorrect grammar, sorry I just get english twisted
Make love to the mistress, cept she's a f*ckin' mic
Couldn't cum to enjoy, like I'm ****in' with a butchered dyke
Oops I'm sorry again, place those political corrections
Like airing on barney tellin' kids of sexual infections
I'm not perfect, perfection's an illusion
Which may be caused by these flawless delusions
Wait, I think I just contradicted myself
I should of known if you got problems you can't help yourself
Lowgrade lines, sub par rhymes, I get all those all the time they're garbage
When I turn on the radio, oops, sorry I just judged your favorite artist
To be honest, I'm not so confident myself It don't it help much
So even I stuttered I would still s-s-s-s-suck
But don't get me wrong I still want a quick buck
But I spend to much bucks dealin' with this slut
Yeah remember I mean the dyke that's a mic
Wait I mean the mic that's a dyke, oh I hate repeatin' sh!t twice
and f*ck I hate actin' oh so nice
and no other's standards won't suffice
Yeah this verse filled with imperfections I knew<-- it
But remember perfection's a delusion, stupid
Well anyway back to story that deals with the cupid
Love strikes a mic and sorry ass mc with a flow so lucid
Well actually I'ma cut it short and then I think I'm gunna run
run and gun with that mic that couldn't make me cum

Goodnight
 
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see me so sick it sways, swagger and suspensful spit for days, stencil etch-a-sketch erase cok roaches with a stick of raid, ya spits was just okay you write lettas i
 
damn SG u killed it! dope verse,big ups.and Gutty that bar u droped was pretty sick also. big ups to all emcees on here
 
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damn SG u killed it! dope verse,big ups.and Gutty that bar u droped was pretty sick also. big ups to all emcees on here
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Thanks man, yeah everyone's dropping some pretty good lines in here.
 
Im a main problem when im rappin ina cypha/
I dont need lil john at all to hype ya/
all i need is a good beat from the street/
and a mic that could amplifi my word threw my theeth/

take a quick listen to what im spittin/
and this is off the top [typin]... its not writtin/
people still in awh, people still in shock/
Cuz they cant belive what im spittin on the block/

its amazin, to see my lips blazin/
spittin hot kagin, the bar im rasin/
on you fake dudes, who gotta little flow/
who did one show, thinking he gonna blow/

These type of niggaz is a big disgrace/
you want more of me hit me up on myspace/
...lol Holla back.... Myspace.com/chronicles001
 
I be spittin a party verse while heartier cars be swervin/
Tippin on the rims slashin back and forth with naughty words/
I'll not be heard above the din of the common man/
Bustlin' back and forth like a beehive beneath a dam/
Cracked and ready to relax kinetic tension/
It's my attentions you greedy for you neediest feds will listen/
To the venom I drop laced with a bit of a pop/
Lolly snot dogs tracin you to subliminal cops/
It's like livin on cots, and sleepin indeed in life/
Sneezin right and left like your pores infected with sporous mites/
****e, as the brits say, sit, lay, just assume the position/
Strip search the thin girls and let the heffers slip in to/
The establishment unchecked but under one's dress/
Strapped ten tons of dynamite, dyin' might be depressin/
If it wasn't expected, but to those who may anticipate/
Their untimely demise it must be worse for them to wait/
And know that it's comin, hopelessly hummin/
The march of the dead men while they throwin up stomachs/
Full of vile bile fools spit to spend awhile/
Tellin you all this junk that invades your ears and defiles/
Your brains and beliefs, plain and relieved/
They came and they breathe in your face with disease/
Snakin' through weeds and takin their leave/
After they bite you their venom courses naked through these/
Veins in my feet, shakin me sweet, lakes make me need/
Traces of heat from the sun and solar space in between/
Let's replace this same scheme with one of a different nature/
Like darkness surroundin' light my hater's recoil with my eighth verse/
Shake your brain upside down and gimme' your common thoughts/
So I can correlate to your cortex and start to relate to you lots/
Of folks rollin' around smokin' down hopeless amounts of chokin' clouds/
Cancer sticks in the hand of chicks who otherwise wouldnt open their mouths/
Attractive girls made nasty, hurl-worthy with the puff of that smoke/
Under this joke I'm strugglin to cope with the epidemic that is strokes/
Or it seems so, mental damages makin people/
Smoke their lungs out killin themselves with this evil/
And it ain't the fact that they gonna be dead before long/
It's the fact of the family and loved ones left here when they're gone.

Hmm... that one went awhile.

-E.T.
 
i pull out my blade like cars out of parking lots
taking that nice swipe, with bars i'd be dropping what
you could barely hope to conceive
coming in showing that dope in my sleeves
you take an injection you admission for it
cutting acids off in rythmns which i begin to show it
the true form crack flow call me marijuanna
get that ultimate high when you hear me on the
instrumental with snares the drummas, i tear the corner
out square, **** a circle, nothings left to appear on the
circumpherence, you couldn't see sights perimeter
lyrically i bite into the bark, write into the
fabrics that connect your brains in your head
boiling the chemicals, evaporate it clean when i get
into this ryhme with heats to make the sky fall
add that in time with the beat then have the arrival
of bearer of the title "you go against this, its suicidal"
i don't ball like micheal, i don't tower like the effeil
i'm the one making cowards **** yourself when i write all
these thought cycles, leaving you ****ed up like a typo
i could write more....yeah i don't give a shiiit
i'm ending this flow, like a river bed
 
WELL IF BIGWON IS ENDIN' THE FLOW/ I'M BEGINNING A FLOW, LIKE A WATER FALL/ CUZ MOST OF THESE MC's BE SWEETER THEN SUGAR DAWG/ BUT FLOW BURN SLOW EARN DOUGH, GET PAPER/ THE TALK SO SHARP, I SPIT RAZORS TO RIP HATERS/ AND I GOT SUPPORTERS/ MY RHYMES IN HIGH DEMAND, I GOTCHA ORDERS/ RHYMES I AINT MAKIN' DEM'/ MY MINDS CREATIN' EM'/ ENEMIES I'M BAKIN' EM'/ RECORDS I'M BREAKIN' EM'/ SO BETS I'M TAKIN' EM', GET MY HUSTLE UP/ LIKE R.KELLY WIT MY DOUGH, I LET IT DOUBLE UP/ I KEEP MY CIRCLE SMALL, CUZ WHEN YA CIRCLE LARGE, IS WHEN THE TROUBLE BUBBLE UP/ SO IF YOU AIN'T ROLLIN' WIT' ME, YOU GET ROLLED OVER/ GONE, MY FLOWS OVER..lol..

- LAW -
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WWW.MYSPACE.COM/JLAWISHERE
 
scream death to the world and wave my middle finger
only the best in the world'll make there riddles linger
im a literal thinker when i scribble things in ink i
scribble little hymns cripple things like a little ninja
split ya brittle chins im a binge drinker
pussy's always bottle it like the minge of kinga
the missile slinger'll swing atcha spit cannonballs
pistol bringers savaged by animals we damage fools
im a cannibal, hannibal aint even on this level
i mean the devil trebled make demons drop they metal
my team is hot like kettles and we can not be trebled
never exceeded so were be recieving alot of medals
on streets peeps get beatings with rocks and pebbles
thats how you get stoned without crops of nettles
**** cops and federal cocks fire shots at pigs
i can cause the death of the world cos im the god of this
 
I got one mo reason why im leavin earth today what you readin in my text what other reasons can i say other then the fact displayed i dont want to give you hate but the issue is the topic and the issue is today no way will you change my thoughts in my brain its insane how many haters out today if i change to a chain and a long white tee then wrong me and please explain what a G be, rather disco now and point freely with a puffed afro out bumpin bee gees forget weezy and jeezy, hip hop needs me to feed these lyrical full course meals, people tired of breakfast they dont eat cereal no more, bring back Luther V Patti B and Stevie Wonder, cuz nothin new is magi-cly ex-ci-ting and now you wonder when the south is gonna fall history books say it does now dropped jaws stare in awee, let the real tunes through let my itunes boom and transmit thru ur blue tooth, create a legacy haters be dienin but its never too soon,

I love ya real Hip Hop, my love affair continues
 
I LOVE REAL HIP HOP AND MY LOVE AFFAIR CONTINUES/ AS MY FLOWS CONTINUE TO FLOW TO NEW VENUES/ AND AS I TREAT NEW BEATS AS NEW MENU'S, TO SERVE FOOD FOR THOUGHT/ MY MUSIC'S AN ART/ POWER OF LIFE AND DEATH, PLACED IN THE TOUNGE/ I WAS RAISED IN MUSIC AND THAT PLACE HAD ME SPRUNG/ LIKE A TURNED ANKLE, TURNED INTO RAMBO/ WITH A LYRICAL AMMO/ THAT'LL SHUT ANY SPOT DOWN LIKE SUICIDAL DOORS ON A LAMBO/ (PAUSE) BUT THE MIC IS USED TO LIFT YALL UP/ WHEN I PICK IT UP...

- LAW -
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WWW.MYSPACE.COM/JLAWISHERE
 
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