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Long Live Rap Cypher
- Yo, the sound of a coffin, stalking, bossing over the bodies, leave them confined
- in a falling grace of folly, so I'm honestly ripping mouths off to make you silent,
- be quiet, the cold mask, Jason with the hockey mask, we slash the body cam,
- probably shocking all the cops, they're stalling, man, keep the door closed
- so we can a party bash, sorry I'm not sorry man, haunting men like a poltergeist,
- overdosing on that coke and ice, no flows are right, to the strike of a tiger,
- diving in to Hovas bike, this is Rocky saying "I'm like a lethal weapon"
- peep the matress of freaks and geeks making a evil wetting, see projections
- of my fiends with their king in weddings, please protect me, the neck will be
- teeth aggressive, like Big Daddy Kane's intellect,
- so respect the legacy, let's connect the dots like a spaghetti necklace,
- no need to guess this, I'm flexing, like the best of them,
- I'm Slim Shady's reflection, with a touch of Ice Cube's aggression.
- This is for the city in the southern bays, another day in general, many foes
- will come and play, suffer wait, a struggle is a muzzle fto your other face,
- that facade you're hiding, you're often quiet, the knocking silence, of
- dogs and biters, something violent, but the tongue is like a trigger,
- firing shots like Biggie on a beach with a spitter, with the wit of a writer,
- like who shot ya, I just spit the dying man, dead in the frying pan,
- iron man, my rap's so hot, I'm burning like the sun,
- while they're playing games like Pac Man, I'm just having fun,
- running through the streets like I'm Snoop Dogg, sipping on that gin and juice,
- but my words are more explosive than the shots from a Glock in a win or lose.
- Kalligraphy:
- Big scars from the sizzling decay
- Sitting by the graves of artist who past away
- The Great famine of the hardest working artist
- Are martyred and/or captured by Sodoms harvest
- Autumns falling and the trees swingin, branches knockin
- Doors to enter the sockets or pockets for the profits
- The sword of the Gladiator annihilated the prophets
- We’re now detonated to rise above and stay elevated
- Some of us sank in, the others mail the message to the sacred
- Poets are dyin down and there’s nobody left to make em
- So we throw it to the ground and hope somebody will pick it
- If not it’s a rot and a shredded tube sock
- Visions like binoculars, im sure I see the plots.
- Yellowtape:
- The bipolar solared, forever ever colder
- Blow a head over, knock off cornrows
- I’m reborn with a new flow and a cool torn soul
- I got a leg here in the 6 the others in Seoul
- That’s how far I stretch, I’m hella global
- Used to be local now I’m globetrotting costals
- Vinyl delivered to LA and Maine costals
- That’s the whole thing, I’m the coldest and purest
- I’m here to stay while yall remain tourist
- The way I curate the place and draw my own plays
- Are crazy, the wind cries Tape and it sways
- The game needs me, it needs battles from a great
- Mount Rushmore galore the way I explore to horizon
- How ain’t none of yall surpass me? Well it ain’t surprising
- That’s like double hitting in the same spot lightning
- Relax, this cypher is a biter to the haters in the midst of fighting.
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