Its So Much Talent, Let's Cyper

1 time for ya mind
I spit it cleverly yu never me leave a heavenly legacy
tha mic I bless it fo' I let go like Frankie n Beverly
new music I hate it cuz my mind is left in the seventies
sometimes I even dig rock n roll except for tha melodies
rap it aint reality but really a falacy brag about a felony
**** is u tellin me...hipocrisy'll bring out the hell n me
girl is melanie...tells me to calm down when tha cops r trailin me
tailin me...fp emcees b hailin me...so when my pen is failin me
I stop until I got some more **** to say ha

more is sometimes less

 
Just by the shadow of my verse, your heart jumps outta your chest
I'll extract pure oxygen, from outta your breath
It's a rout in verbal bouts that last no longer than 2 rounds
One to suck the dikck, the last to nut up in your mouth
I'm half sick but mostly twisted thoughts, encrypted wit morse code
I'll stick my dikck in the south and reach for the north pole
And "F" the whole world and everyone in it
The only man who spits for hours from only one minute
Unlimited rhyme flows, subliminal signs seen
I'm tighter than Fat Joe in Paris Hilton's little white jeans
Holdin up the globe, while I spin it on my middle
Finger on my right hand, bringin seemless little riddles
That scramble your brain cells, by the heat of my degrees
Flossin human flesh from my teeth after eating these emcees
Sadistically a misfit on the grounds of my psychosis
Wipe my ahhsss and smack you wit it, cuz if you sick than I'm the grossest
My syllables slap sight from right up outta your eyesight
Wack emcees print my sheeyett and every word they just hi-light
Wanna battle? - when I'm right. More than ten outta five times?
I combine the strength of Herc and Zeus from the lines that I design.
I'm sick of typin wack rhymes, so I'll just stop here...
Nuke the world, except your hearing to leave this earth with just all ears.
 
Well damn, you know I had to throw my hat in the square/ I hear lullabys when rachets blare/ slug a fly like rrraaa rrraaa rrraaa blow straps in da air/ where they land at nobody cares/ I watched the babies catch strays/ mike piazza caught pop flys/ a 2 years old body couldn't handle da hot fires/ a body shake an drop/ blood spill out the top eyes/ was still open died/ wishin cops woulds arrive/ wit ambulettes I watch young boys wit toy guns/ an young gurls wit hair barrets/ grow into old thugs wit real ones/ grow to be some trifling hoes ayo for real son/ wuts the point of life? If you know could you explain/ cause my generations goin insane/ I remember lil dudes I used to play G.I. Joes wit in school/ now they empy clips at those das strange/ an its nothin to them/ like this type of shyt dat go wit da game/ an since CJ niccas think they grove street g'z/ I ride for the green/ but I'm talkin bout the paper/ the hood been divided into b's and c's/ an anybody in between/ gon be seen as a traitor/ so now I gotta watch my sides/ I never used need a pocket knife to walk outside/ but ever since my dude ace got popped at/ I keep somethin wit me to pop back/ so I don't ever see difibulators/ my third eye witnessed some dark shyt/ the street lights go out/ they light up the dark with/ a different type spark/ from a different type of lighter of sorts/ an now my moms in her bedroom ducking from the shots/ like "damn I think them there came from up the block"/ an the newzy neighbors already ringin up the cops/ a normal day in the life of hood niccas/ I'm a tell the lames how it go/ and I'ma keep hood fo'....
 
I got the lyrical drain-o to clear ya brain-o thorough like a plumber
Verbal septic tank cleaners Starr,Lightgiver and Bud Bunner
Got on my Diamond Cutter Face makin Bigwons gettin Goodmoney
We rock some bars Spitacular at all times now aint that funny

If u was Irish id steal ya clovers,spit in a emcees face like cobras
And dont worry we have plenty of rhyme servins to hold Ya-Ova(Yova)
We rocks best it makes sense now heres the evidence
We sang the song of 6 pence and have been the hottest eva since

Im just bablin and ramblin on so forgive me for my babble
Have u and ya girl on Soul Train peepin my lyrics tryna unscrabble
Futureproducers adjust ya bass,cut the treble for a rebel
Underground we stay on the low,like Cali sinkin into the sea level

We nice wit words,nouns,verbs,pro nouns and adjectives
We drop sh!t like we on toilets being fed handfuls of laxatives
So imma end it like this cuz enuff has already been said
Im done dumpin so imma wipe my a$$ clean with this thread
 
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d.d.d.damn there i am, forsaking the laws of physics again
walking through walls, the jaws conjoined to the floor boards creaking
i''m creeping from out the shadows with a glowing fist
smash the abyss, lyrical blitz, riddle me this

the cold kiss of steel, make the heathen feel
reality beyond the contents of a corporate news reel
life lunging at your jugular vein, pain and pleasure combined
please to meet you, xero's the name

and i lace the sky with daggers, stagger stagger crawl drop
i am unleashed, bearing teeth, tail docked, ears cropped
the matchmaker, bringing together throat and wire
circumnavigate the mental, drop anchor and start a fire

you liar liar, anger becomes him, muder he wrote
the noxious emissions from the tongue, hoping you choke
the sourest note, of which the coiled serpent sings
and yes i know why the caged bee stings
 
Like I said before my girl tell me to calm down
you made a preemptive strike so I guess I should bomb now!
alarms blaring cuz yur satellites musta missed my style
fuking wit classifed files...I'm a mask wit nine smiles
One sarcastic...other eight looks n laughs...says why...how?
ya way past pathetic unable to pass poetics
doctorate is in euthanasia u can ask the medics
experimented on emcees like u...so didnt ask for credits
Stop replyin to starchilds ****...man you bore us
Prolly walk around wit a theasaraus...
 
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Without a shadow of a doubt i holds much clout in a rhyme bout
Flow like water spouts,throw hooks like Roy Jones to knock ya lights out
Might rope a dope like Ali so i gain proper ring advantage
Drop ya guard and catch one on the button to put u flat on the canvas

Leave u in bad shape pitiful,yo condition determined critical
Sound good in 8 bit,mono or stereo even if my name was Bobby Digital
Ill get sticky substance on my hands dipped in cocaine and punch ya gums
Youll be singin that song by Pink Floyd talkin bout u "comfortably numb"

My cypher Is like voodoo,with wicked women period blood mixed in stew
Quit usin gased out rhymes tryna rock wit no shine on "electric avenue"
And let me take ya higher,drop fyah run it back wit more Carey's than Mariah
Like Chino XL im here to save you all,welcome the arrival of the rhyme messiah

Lyrically sick wit it,gifted,yall get lifted ,blessed wit the gift of gab
Spit razor sharp,inflictin wounds deeper than a knife stab
So think about it before you touch hot mics thats up for grabs
If yo flow weak reconstruct it then adjust it before u bring it out the lab
 
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ill make money in the uk then go to the states
convert the money buy a place with gold on the gates
mate, we get enough birds to be kept in aviarys
i make more bread than bakerys more bread than sainsburys
making p's to stop the grief of being kinda broke
and i still get money shottin white lines of coke
and vines of dope for guys to smoke in a rizla
so ive got a roll of notes to throw at your sister
have her holding a rolled up note to her sniffer
i got what you want weither for your nose or a bifta
my flows are much sicker, im get that platinum fame
melt down my album and wear it as a platinum chain
i got a platinum name and for once in my life i am sure
money brings happiness, ill dry my eyes with a score
but theres no crying no more, no hard times to mask
so ive started using 50 pounds notes to wipe my ass, cos


ill shot pills and real weights till the mills made
its like i steal pay from donald trump and bill gates
were still paid, drug deals made cos we some hustlers
shyt, you dumb busters can even have some customers
its nothing to us, everytime i buss i spit flames
and get dames cos im rich bytch like rick james!
i get paid, for ghost writing and producing beats
my writs great flows nice and im producing heat
producing weed for groups of fiends on the street
shyt, ive got money that makes the queen look cheap
a green look jeep, i write obscene flows at fast pace
carry more cash into banks than pacino on scarface
but mate im still hungry and find amatuers delicious
and my cash flows got those bank managers suspicious
im vicious, with a wallet big enough to make pockets rip
shyt, look at jigga, figures'll give ya the hottest bytch
and..
 
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Some say why you rap such contradictin' sh!t, It's simple b!tch
When my flow switch there's reason for the differents words I done omit.....

It's easy to see I got two motherf*ckin' personalities
One that dwells in fantasies and one that creeps in reality
So if you battle me, it's facing two insane mates at the same rate
That would beat the living **** out of you and take your sis on a date-rape

And sometimes I run around wearin' a cape, cause I'm just that crazy
And sometimes I just sit my ass on the couch, cause I'm just that lazy
Yes MCs I will kidnap your ladies
But at the end of the day she'll be screaming "Yes Lethal! give it to me baby"

Your eyes workin' fine my rhymes just be that stupid
And loosens up the situation to make it real lucid
I'm fluent in the art of SHUT THE F*CK UP
And commonly use the term I'LL PUT YOUR ASS IN THE TRUNK

Then when I'm swrivin' on the streets I'll be sure to hit a speed bump
Oops sorry did I hurt you? I SAID SHUT YOUR MOUTH PUNK
Then go out for a bite to eat and forget all about the fight
Let you rot away your life while I'm muchin' fries and gulpin' down sprite
 
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if u know anything about waves diamond bundle u'll get a kick out of this...

...and I cut ya face to the bone nicca I been thru it/ so get da bass out ya tone you betta LinQ it/ and got the nerve ask why u squarer/ nobody goes to ya shows in them Baijou Theatres/ an you roll wit a crew full of true herbs/ my dudes take action like steal runnin/ I'm dumbin out wit TruVerb's/ bullets won't hesitate to drop ya/ an its hard to figure out where they comin from/ poppin wit a Doppler/ so when it come to clapippin I'm the best boy/ talk loud if you want/ I Waaaves the static and X-Noise/ "Phlaymz yo you to hard to figure"/ my ryhmes is secret sauce on question marks wrapped in an Enigma/ but come correct learn how to act straight/ turn ya back on me I'll shoot ya Bottoms Up da trigger man Maxx Bass/ I'm much nicer than u/ better an wiser/ so act like u know or the ruger a Metalize (metalizer) ya

Haaaa prolly not the hottest rap ever but I put it down tho lol
 
A poetic visionary lets put this in perspective over a game of pictionary
I flip more words wit more definitions n descriptions than a websters dictionary
Raise my anchor and sail through the the sea or emcees without worry
Stormin vocabularic fury that have u headin for land in a hurry

Flip the script and the vocab switch like however u want it
No need to wonder if my sh!t funky cause flies be all upon it
Lil sweet n low sugar emcees can jot down these quotes in ya diaries
You disolve when the water hot ,im flava like Kool Aid and u lack the calories

To battle me u a lil light in the package to be a contender
Im real and authentic,your an imitatin hatin fraud and pretender
In the first punchline youll disintegrate throw up a white flag and surrender
Have u all bent outta shape youll change your wardrobe and ya gender

Its a new day its a new age simply put things has changed
Emcees claimin they bringin it when in reality they game is lame
Caught up on the the money ,cars ,fortune,wealth and the fame
Ill live foreva like Irene Cara ,fame!! yall will remember my name
 
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bodies of london live in shoddiest dungeons
we keep running from bobbies with truncheons
our hobbies to function in a gang or clique
mans paid a grand to take out your fam, its sick
clans of kids forced to say goodbye to life
cos teenagers are doing drive bys on bikes
i cried for rhys, aint scared to show emotion
but that dont mean i wont throw you in the ocean
strapped in a body bag, so dont get gobby blad
ot ill pay somebody with a shotty strapped
gobby brats and chavs turned the streets voilent
the streets are asylum for pre teen tyrants
were breeding pirates, and militant minors
spreading like a virus its swelling my sinus
but were giants, some mutha ****ing juggernauts
most of you aint making the cut like rubberswords
 
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See alot of kids skid off beat when they have the chance to speak
The thing is they weak but theyll swear the mics they on be gets freaked
But blinded eyes fail to see the trickery of these mind invaders
My flow will take u on more trips than Holy wars by Crusaders

Never the less peep this here they played like puppeteers
I catch wreck on mics all up on ya curb so u might wanna steer clear
Show the expression of a discusted face like i was drinkin bitter beer
In the Starr-light u look like u clueless on ya face is the expression of fear

So i move on chanellin through straits makin moves like Magellan
Ill split ya mellon have it swellin and ya yellin u gangsta and u did fellons
So im exposin ya tellin ya u probably never even did a misdimeanor
The hip hop innovator,mind elevator,rhyme creator and u is a big dreamer

So i rock the verbalistics,linguistic,smoke you up like herbalistics
Im holographic like metaphysics,and u lil homie is a lil statistic
Keepin it real u miss it,keepin it hot u wish it,yo flow seems half sadistic
I do this on the daily flip topics various but make it seem simplistic
 
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^that was quite nice star, a few lil problems but only with the placement of certain words in the bars that would be better off not included

its the reaper of rap im speaking the facts
silencing haters that are eager to chat
walk in our shoes where sneakers get jacked
cos geezers got gats, hats, cleavers and bats
i turn reefas to ash, im the chilled out type
but the smoke wont hide that its real outside
and now ive noticed that this world aint nice
and some kids dont make it to twelve like rhys
hell is life and it seems wealth brings strife
guys hungry enough to shoot shells for rice
but whos gunna help your wife after you've gone
and asking the father for the answers is wrong
cos the answers different for different persons
so find yours before your situation worsens
and you sit with surgeons then its curtains blad
think about that then rewind the verse i spat

^incase peeps are wondering - Rhys was a innocent 11 year old that was killed by a drive by shooting on a mountain bike recently over here. The shooter hit the wrong person
 
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thanks Bud urs was dope to. sorryabout ya lil homie over there man,thats sad. my condolences goes out
 
tis' fuked up, but he was a big football/soccer fan and the team he supported did some big arse memorial before the game. Dedicated it to him, Had videos of him on the big ass screens and wore there kit with his name on the back. **** like that, killer still aint been found it was some gang related **** and he got caught in the middle. Fuked up, but still i think its time to change the mood..

Id do anything for her, will she do anything for me?
aint had the chance to find out id do anything to see
id do anything to be the only one in her life
i only need 3 women, my sister, my mum and a wife
till im a hundred and five and die, i wanna be close
without you im see thru, im already a goner, a ghost
i wanna be close like a shadow, your fly like a sparrow
girl your my heart my soul my life and my marrow
its sad tho, cos cupids arrows have missed the target
funtimes and sunshine masked with a mist of darkness
its stupid and confusing sometimes i just lose it
loves muted so turn up the volume of the music and boom it
when you move it my mood chooses to move into rude quick
**** id do anything for one more chance and to use it
ill prove it, id do everything and anything to prove
the truth is boo's my roots and id do anything for you
 
so sad man. but damn that verse u just drop gonna get u some ass lol
 
Superhero rap - everybody contribute 8 lines to see how far it can go

The teXt-Men (name I gave us)

my powers shine n morph n2 radioactive verbs
i'll spare ya tongue but might try to subtract tha words
im fly like feathers on tha backs of birds you herb
i tha brawn, star the voice, bud tha nerd you turd
mere mortals cant phathom gifted skills from gods
we tha swiftest squad, odds iz that u will nod
wouldnt be a super man too even if u killed zod
If ya name wuz Hillary u couldnt make a Bill bored
 
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