Rhyme time for Prime time Cypher
• Written by 80HD • Featuring , Gemtric27, and doubleshot
80HD's Notes
This is a challenge cypher thake the hook and write 8 lines after the 3rd verse averyone who participates will get have a place in this cypher, Have Fun
I just Sped away in a car with dark smoked tinted windows
Only way I'd stop is if god smote dented gringos
Took my driver Jim Rose, got his heart toke, and
Snatched like a claw machine
But drops this stock, hopin cats might want to leave
Me alone and if they don't and end up droppin me
Wait wait guys put me down I wanna speak
"Don't........Bye"
Hey, Hey P.I. are you the guy, to stop these bullies
Like, Like a cop, please police,"No" please why
Don't make me plead, "try to be bi or be black"
Me? Wack I'mma just leap back in to the ac-
Tion, rappin is my passion while I'm up here I smack suns
Back from adolescents and they shine brighter than fire burning
I smoke philosophy, I snort science
That means I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
Try to deny music's messiah returnin'
You die and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
Cause I am murderous
//Hook
Murder, Murder, Murder
Don't beleave the hype hype hype
Murder, Murder, Murder
Don't beleave the hype hype hype
//Verse 2
So listen up if you're sick of deciding
Whether or not I'm subliminal rhyming
Whether the kid is too quick with the timing
Leaving you missing and leaving no sightings
I'm syllable sliding, can't ever copy the skills I'm providing
Break in your whip and I'll shift your alignment
Making it tip off the cliff when you drive it
My vibe on a record is tamed when I'm blunted
Rhyme with no effort who's rated above it?
Never felt better ya'll faker than puppets
Aim that beretta I'm achin' to buck it
I'm hotter than peppers that came out the oven
Hot as if I done just came outta dungeon
Hotter than satan bitch hate it or love it
I'm high from the smell of this paint that I'm huffin
Nah, I was jokin', I'm fakin', I'm bluffin'
Bitch, I been smokin' and drinking, it's nothin'
Spit with devotion your dame finna love it
Live for the moment and pray for what's comin'
Been on this quest just to conquer the west
Never spit cocky but confident yes
Send my cock in a text to the opposite sex
Hoping she'll hop on it flopping her breasts
No-no shirt and this chick is a ten
Clo-closer, put this dick on your chin
Flo-flow slurs when I sip on this Hen
Baby cold syrup, Imma mix it with Gin
Meditate that way my records stay hot
Let em' hate, watch me go sever they tops
Shoot at the concrete to let it break rocks
Hoping to kill you with ricochet shots
Smokin' to medicate everyday thoughts
Your flow is so featherweight, step away
Scratchin' the paint off yo Chevrolet drop
Ask for the name I'll forever stay hot
Passionate mayn I will never take stops
After the fame gettin' dames on my cock
Smash in your face if you fakes wanna talk
You mad cause you lames getting paid by the clock?
One way to the top is to race for the spot
But I'm stuck in this basement just blazing this pot
Did you lace it or not cause my face gettin' hot?
Sensation as if I've been wasted off shots
Always been destined to fight like a soldier
I could care less if you like my persona
Wiping my sweat with your high school diploma
This rifle will soon put your life in a coma
Psycho, the dude spent his life as a loner
Spiteful and rude, I'm the microphone holder
No time for no rules, we abide by no orders
Until the day that they gonna try to deport us
Dude's private and confidential
But I look fly like a continental
You a lil guy, bitch I'm monumental
Gotta good side, but my mind is mental
Get in the booth to unbottle emotions
Been in the mood just to cause some commotion
Spit it as smooth as a bottle of lotion
Your clique to my crew is a rock to an ocean
Sick of your dudes tryna talk with emotion
Hit you with two have you drop with convulsions
I'll kick you till you think your spinal is broken
Silence whenever the highness has spoken
Blaze blunts is an understatement
Get your face crushed when you touch the pavement
Fuck a fake up if you just been hatin'
Got my fists raised up just to bust your face in
Gaining some fame off of pain and passion
Breaking your leg till its laid in fractions
I'll swing this cane until your brains are bashed in
And I'm taking my aim like a trained assassin
Stay where you lay when that laser flashin'
Amazed at the way that I made this happen
Got dames for days that gon' praise the rappin'
Gotta change the pace to keep the paper stackin'
My one goal is to go a legend
Got blunts rolled with that old resin
Fuck your road, I took my own direction
Now busting flows is my whole profession
I'm ready for getting ten a show
As many know, they can't offend the flow
Tell me bro is you a friend or foe?
//Hook
Murder, Murder, Murder
Don't beleave the hype hype hype
Murder, Murder, Murder
Don't beleave the hype hype hype
//Verse 3
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he's talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around here flossin', Big Willies, we'll Willie Lynch 'em
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
//Masked_Villain
Decimate any synthetic MC with my wordplay, break like a plastic spoon,
The classic goon, make you see a casket soon, blasting drastic tunes,
Musical Renaissance, I bring it out through this rawest cadence and rhyme,
Art like Rembrandt for record labels, side hustle dishonest, made it to crime,
Rappers get sent back to school, slammed on sonnets eighty two times,
We gonna make the unforgettable impact, solitary comets waiting to shine,
100 dollar bills, cause this scholars ill, make you holler till verbal orgasm,
Roll the tight weed, might need to have the baller feel herbal phantasms,
//Gemtric27
Silver surfer, spitting verses on this cypher that explodes like a volcano
thats so sporadic, they say they're pacifist but when I pass this fist
I'll make an atheist believe god that exist, this a Full Contact you're
dead to me 8 line's at least well thats ok with me
it's BattleAxe Warriors bitch, the fuck you think
You say I suck but I still haven't reached my peak, rappers talking while
having a bad dream Me? im just on a killing spree so stop trying to rap my
style 'Cause this is the closest you'll ever be...
//DoubleShot
Ain't plannin' to push myself to my limits on this dope cyph'
Otherwise, wack MCs sure to get cerebrally paralyzed
Cuz, when I am high, I ain't able to control my rhymes
Be going to spit for fun, but can blow flesh off of tyke
Now,we the dream team, 80, Masked Villian, Gem and I
Possessing monstrous force, power of Fat Man multiplied
By four, so find a bunker or somewhere else to hide
You see... all preys witnessed this combo, before they died
//Who's Next?
