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.