Cypher

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A problem child growing up I never acted right/
But rap controlled my anger when I was feeling wrong I would have to write/
Now I'm the young black bastard creeping up with an appetite/
And to think my eyes were so close to seeing a paradise/
Til my vision of euphoria was blocked by leeches and parasites/
And tonight when I express my rage me and demons'll have to fight/
The path is so cold, I'm the chosen soul to navigate/
Eating off scraps to make it, coming straight off a rappers plate/
See my goal and I salivate, not kidding like a pastors places/
I hate to mention they fake perfection and have to hate/
I'm in the plane of perception, my name is a blessin now pass the 8th/
Who has the spliff, bag the zip, strapped with clips might just blast your face/
I mastered this, tryna pass me is like having no Arms Tryna masturbate/
It can't happen, get wrapped in Seran wrapping, thrown in a massive lake/
Don't agitate this magistrate cus im down to assassinate/
Skipping class to rap, attack the track viciously/
Track after track is looking like a back to back victory/
Like Kobe and shaq, but the L will lead to a chronic misery/
Throwing jabs at the opponent til he suffer from myotonic dystrophy/
Passing hella l's , dozing off im really trippin/
I be spittin, I be sippin and its altering my vision/
I don't listen when they rappin cus the shit they spit is fiction/
I really got clips and i be leaning popping un prescribed prescriptions/
Where's the bag that I stash the blunts in, I got like half a dozen/
This is more then rap its life, I got a weapon of mass destruction/
Passin gats, matter fact i get you killed by my assassins cousin/
And spread mass production of mad corruption and laugh in public/
I walk up in the cyph, a dime by my side complexion like Vanessa hudgens/
Expect a bludgeon, I rape wives take pictures then text the husbands/
If I wanna hit the kill switch all I do is press a button/
It'll lead to heat hotter then 7 ovens, heads is gushin, and meds is flushin/
The Feds can't arrest me now, fuck that stop an frisk/
My crew is rummaging around vanadalizing the cars of cops an shit/
My squad of 6, Pop shit then talk to God just to contradict/
You say you can beat me? It must be the day that everything you say means opposite/
I guess I could never lose, no one can come up with a hypothesis/
I'm a straight arsonist, top 5 wanted like al-qaeda accomplices/
My thesis is the newest bible, suicidal with a noose an knife/
Last message that I gotta send, let's welcome Jomar too the cyph/
I'll never meet my future wife, if I use this fucking noose or knife/
Last message that I gotta send, welcome jomar too the cyph

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Jomar98
Member since June 20 2015

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