Open cypher thread.

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  1. _SBU said:

    Default Open cypher thread.

    there's not much battle rapping going on here at the moment so let's cypher eh?
    anyone welcome to join in. read forum rules before posting.
    back and forths/response is encouraged, as is positivity.


    I'll start it off...

    this an open cypher for the focused writers
    who broke the silence with pride like a load of lions.
    these raps are rawww when we vocalize them,
    beasting so hard it isn't even known to science;

    never 'fell off', took it far past normal limits.
    I 'fel'on'.. broke the laws of physics.
    props to my fam from Iran to the North Pacific,
    or to be more specific.. to every friend and enemy, to All The Lyrics.

    the beat's street as Dre-goes, not 'rock'y as Drago's,
    this art's from the heart like when kids paint a rainbow.
    so behold a passion that's as old as atoms.
    the shine's bright like my soul's a lantern.
    this needs spirit in it. rhetoric's a benefit.
    gun thugs forgot that the nerds are the weaponsmiths.
    I'm hitting an L-training like Dondi did.. graff legend.
    nowadays tag spreaders acting like Cap's better.
    my lines are on the reel, no fish tales.
    the A&Rs with open arms aren't in scale.

    I'm un'Cage'd.. cops 'Raid-an' it's Mortal Kombat,
    the rumble humbles thunder.. a force beyond that.
    sub-zero punches, my pen game's colder.
    I sat and pad bashed on MK Ultra.

    this text's fresh but I'm doper on the microphone.
    It's vital flow like firehose and focused as a sniper scope,
    I met a girl on the web, she was fly when I spyd'er though.
    she cut me off; I get more head than hydra growth.

    Ay.. I'll break it down like the worst vandal..
    I hit the books so hard that the words scatter.
    I support the underground like the earth's mantle.
    you're sleepin' on the underground? ..dirt nappers.
    what? ..modern pop rappers hurt standards.
    I keep on keepin on; it's perfect if my works earn canvas.
    flip scripts, gripped since since the first chapter.
    and take all the praise like perverse pastors.
    I 'parr'.. even got 'rap' learned backwards,
    hate backfires ..like a cursed magnum.
    flow's so hot call the verse magma..
    the day that my fire dies, it'll burn phantoms.
    uh...
    my apetite's right there in black and white, big as permed pandas.
    ..on some 'word is born then flirts with the nurse' swagger.



    [copyright christopher osborne 2012]
    Last edited by _SBU; 05-02-2012 at 06:06 PM.
     
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    Bro your flow is Aristotle
    We go like we apostles
    We run the ATL like cruise Atlanta in a Tahoe
    Swervin' drive by's and the pot holes
    Other lyricists look awful
    Homie they said it wasn't possible
    But the way we shut it down I'd swear it's so unlawful

    Haters my condolences
    But they love me they my audience
    Your girl is even part of this
    Said she got her heart in this
    But sorry lil mama got no time for all the drama
    Tryna climba to the top got no time to decypher
    All these liars and ommissions ya'all all *****es
    I am a shark you lil fishes
    Rat-tat-tat to all the snitches
    But they never hold us down cuz they do we break em down
    Like they ounces in the basement when your mama weren't around
    Nevermind those were yesterdays and me my focus is tomorrow
    There's a few rappers on the radio but most of 'em are hollow
    They go hard like a shot but I'm lookin' for the bottle
    What your girl she don't swallow homie tell her check her glottal
    I know I better check my words I'mma get on that tomorrow

    We boast cuz we the mostest
    Old school just like we Moses
    Bread and butter gettin' paper homie we should get some toastes
    Cut classes like it's bogus
    Like we truant but stay local
    I hate to leave my city but this time-yo-estoy-loco
    But I gotta give a shoutout to whoever turn this town out
    Whoever hydrate this drought and survived through all this doubt
    Few and far you're like my fam
    And I gotcha all my homies just like you know who I am

    Uh
    Look
    Lemme spit one more verse then I'mma dip out..
    Arright

    International flights
    International nights
    Come from a dirt road so this is only right
    Homie isn't all this nice
    See we earned this kinda life
    So when they look on and they jealous
    Yeh they call me overzealous
    I just put in work homie till the crack of dawn
    I was hustlin' you were sleepin now you sleepin when I'm gone
    Always on the next level rep that bass rep that tremble
    Rep that freestyle even without instrumental
    Ha
    See it's hard for you to picture but I got it picture perfect
    Yes I know I'm a perfectionist but I swear to God it's worth it
    Work with purpose never worthless other people seem so nerveless
    Make these rappers so damn nervous
    Man I hate to spit a lame verse
    Rarely if even ever
    And I'm headed to a colder coast and stayin' past December
    And you know they call me Quick all my homies do remember
     
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    yo.. I caught an "international flight" to arizona..
    I eventually left, we'd attempt to pretend the passion's over.
    I stayed faithful runnin' long distance like her mad labrador,
    we lacked strength to put some bull' behind us.. bad matadors.
    I thirsted, searching through nuclear fallout,
    plentiful fine wines and can't get the corks out.
    but my glass is half filled, if that seems optimistic,
    my room's half filled with the empty bottles in it.
    I dont like to sleep and I don't like to wake up,
    don't like change much but bored of the same stuff.
    nevermind that though. it's all good,
    I'd never try to act tough in false'hood'.
    like true wins use wit with no broken noses,
    so call so-called 'OGs' 'Oh Jeez'. they don't notice.
    it seems that I'm sick with this as some tell me.
    'sick' coz I spend so much time writing rhymes it's unhealthy.
    it's like I live life to enrich my cypher rap..
    or write some tracks that suck so much they'll siphon back the time elapsed.

    I checked out the old school, now it aint the same class..
    got knocked down to make space for a grave yard.
    a college was demolished and the knowledge was lost,
    wandering off with incompetent gods plotting the cost.
    I left it behind and I qualified new school..
    if it gets live then it's gotta die too fool.
    so no mourning, even if that's hard to do.
    I know 'no morning'.. sleeping in 'til afternoon.
    high on tree like a bird of prey roosting.
    'bars' of pressure; can't suppress an urge to make music.
    big up all the lyrics.. sweet, street or profound..
    don't bring the town down fighting over common ground.

    ..cameras pan to action plans of angry pacifists.
    I fight my wars like Bradley Manning did.
    seems that our leaders'd best take a reading test..
    the people demand peace. they give us a piece instead.



    [copyright christopher osborne 2012]
    Last edited by _SBU; 05-03-2012 at 12:24 PM.
     
  4. quickill said:

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    Not sure if you can relate see I gotta lotta stress
    Got this feelin' I'm sinkin' and cavin' my chest
    But I put down the cess that relief was a mess
    But it feels good to be sober cuz my life was a mess
    Though I'm doin' my best there's a price for success
    Some seem to think I got it all but it's nothin' but less
    Some say I should take it easy but I'm just gettin' started
    Ain't at the top of my game homie that's stupid retarted
    Nah this is beginner phase, nevermind the haze
    Man those were my lazy days and crazy ways but anyways
    The time phased by used to dream at the sky
    Now that dream's a reality passin' me by
    Used to pray for this moment growin' impatient
    Now time's all I need wish that I was still waitin'
    But life doesn't wait details are with satan
    And the details curtails so always read the fine print
    They try sell you a dream when you're sleepin' they went
    Away with your dreams so I rarely sleep but I'm spent
    Insomniac homie I'm glad in fact
    But sometimes I just wanna take it eeaasy...
    But my girl don't beliieeve mee...
    But pimpin' ain't eaaaassyy
    Ha

    They tell me just breath
    As if it were that simple
    I'm hot like a joint, you can't believe
    On point like I'm thimble with a trick up my sleeve
    And my haters are past tense I know that they're has beens
    They missed all their chances and it never happened
    I ain't even blastin' they're tucked in the trash bin
    Releasin' my anger no need to endanger

    So I try to inhale
    This life is frustration but I know it well
    I'm thirsty dehydrated but I found the well
    Oasis encases this heaven and hell
    Envision my plans like blueprints on a sail
    On a ship in the ocean that once was just floatin'
    It morphs to a yacht so I tan in the open
    I plan I ain't hopin'
    I'm fire not smoke and
    I ain't all that cocky but all ah ya'll lost me
    You'll all talkin' game but what do it cost me
    You armchair critics I achieved my dreams you couldn't get with it
    And to my homies that did especially my brother
    Mad respect homie peace there's barely no other
    Shoutout to the lyricists that hearin' this it's clear that this
    Is on some next level I admire the others I'm humbled as ever
    I've never been better but better's to come
    I've hustled my whole life so ballin's begun
    This world is so crazy my world has been spun
    But I'm it till it's over
    I'm waitin' for hell man I'm prayin' for closure

    Yeah
    Juuuuust breath
    And they teeelllin' me
    Just breath

    By the way, shoutout on that peace and piece line... On some realness right there.. Where the other mad rappers at... Who else is on this skill level.. ch'yea
     
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    Nice, but I ain't wasting a moment "praying for closure".
    if an exit's blocked then I'm breaking it open.
    rap is sacred, passion aint it? but best check which direction your canon's facing..
    coz.. mate, doesn't hating on "haters" kinda validate it?
    anyways, thanks. your lyrics are vivid, I'm feeling this cypher.
    I might switch up my raps to surprise 'em, but I'll never -ever- switch my alignment.

    in it since a kid; I'd lipsync wu killa bees to new dilla beats in secret..
    in school I'd try to type rhymes, but delete 'em.
    I even wrote lines where I called people 'sleepers'
    back before I'd even let anyone see them.
    I improved but got few dues.. stayed true to allegiance,
    my crew put the word out and no-one believed us.
    soon moved the school desks to form an arena,
    and spat some raps that defeated my demons.

    I traded some potential for experience, it felt right..
    and I'd sooner chew off my tongue than tell lies.
    we'd cypher on street to speak about peace
    as people pushed past us to seek the police
    and face skyward. it aint righteous,
    we all bleed the same blood, we make the same fire.
    we don't all like the same things, I like that. diversity's sacred,
    I aint glad to have fam by my side in this snakepit;
    I need for the ones that I love to stay the safest
    ..if that puts me in greater danger I'll embrace it.

    it ain't safe even when they don't want to harm you,
    the patients are dying.. as the doctors argue.
    Thanks, I do "breathe" but I take it for granted,
    it takes some hardship to remember advantage.
    it takes a few hard frosts to educate gardeners;
    ever felt ill and then better than ever afterwards?

    I missed a lot of college.. it was 'chronic', convinced that I'd learn more.
    I was putting in work but had nothing to work for.
    I'd drift and miss bits thinking up lyrical flips as my boss was grumbling.
    he'd stop and expect a reply. mine was "fine" but wasn't cutting it.
    so back to college.. again I got highly lazy,
    running on like 2 hours sleep a night til I'd gone slightly crazy.
    I met a girl who meant the world and then my life had meaning..
    so I managed to grapple back self-worth when I saw her leaving.
    soon I set out on a proper quest for knowledge,
    even learned to enjoy the melancholic.
    it's about balance,
    exposing my own weaknesses in a proud stanza.
    you don't have to see it to put it on canvas,
    but you do need a basis for artistic expansion.
    why put time into anything that doesn't matter?
    it's about what I rap and not the fact I'm a rapper.
    thank you to anyone who's read all this, I mean it.
    and sorry if ever it sounds like I'm preaching.
    it's passion. rap ain't dead coz I've seen it,
    breathed it, hoping that one day I'll be it.
    modern pop rap's bland, has me seething,
    it's real when I drown out the sound with my screaming.
    it's like seeing your best friend receiving a beating,
    desperate to intervene but can't even reach it.
    it almost makes me sad that rap's alive.
    I'd cry but it might blind my sight when it's battle time.
    I've battled a lot of you, dissed you and sonned you.
    but I love rap so much.. if you love rap I love you.
    I hope I write lines that deserve to get mentioned, but please...
    I hope I'm inspiring someone who's better than me.


    [copyright christopher osborne 2012]
    Last edited by _SBU; 05-04-2012 at 08:21 PM.
     
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    I'm putting my heart in this script, every last bit of me..
    feeling like I'm speaking to myself in soliloquy..
    so, ok.. ***** *** ***** ***. is that what ya'll wanna see?
    should I not be doing anything which isn't done commonly?
    I only drop my pen if feeling proud of the ardor..
    'til someone says something which makes me try harder.

    sometimes I've got no words for what I want to say,
    other times I seem to speak before I stop to contemplate.
    I'm mostly known as a friend of a friend..
    I've little self-pity or empathy left.
    by night I'm feeling steadily blessed..
    but then every morning's a memory test.
    collecting regrets, heavily stressed. it's a hard grind,
    I cut down on weed smoke and hit the half-pipe.
    I wrote some tracks and took an age to get the bars right.
    my shine just tries to cast light in these dark times, live for the now and the past can't die.
    I tried to skate but fell off, quit; I was in it for image alone..
    I vowed never to make the same mistake with my lyrical flows.
    this love leads me deep underground as persephone,
    I place all my weaknesses in plain sight of my enemies,
    the safest place if it's also exposed for my friends to see..
    My guard's down as I watch their backs and they're defending me.
    there was this one girl in class; when we met it was chemistry.
    better than the sum of our parts; we were together in assembly.
    we skipped the next lesson and properly proved
    how our chemistry's relevant to biology too.
    I kissed her then missed her during english in the higher set..
    but made her want to be there too, inspired then she'd fly the tests.
    she liked it when we writhed and flexed and loved it when her mind was stretched.
    silent sweats as spinals tensed, tingled inward, thighs were drenched.
    we played each other music and discovered escher paintings,
    we made some mistakes and we made shapes that tesselated.
    we'd skip geometry whilst noticing our symmetry,
    we'd hang in gardens and babble on through history.
    she giggled loud when geography teachers used our kinda' words;
    I mapped out every trench and crevice of our private world.
    dabbling with different chems together as our fire burned blue..
    she was my teacher and I was hers too.
    we slept together in class; we didn't sleep at night.
    we'd read a dictionary together, words were redefined.
    we hit some hard problems.. divided minus 'equals' sign,
    apart we couldn't quite sum it up or balance either side.
    she asked me what we'd even bothered with that math for.
    I wiped off the heart that she'd drawn on the blackboard.
    I told those closest it was more life to write about,
    yet couldn't even bring myself to talk about it up 'til now.
    even started afresh,
    seems that it's karma again.
    I was distracted whilst trying to write better,
    just a youth noticing big tits at eye level.
    the same thing kept on happening, it isn't funny..
    it's groundhog day and I ain't bill murray.
    my mother kept telling me that I should go farther
    and not end up as a bum like my broke father.
    ..which made me kinda' resent them both.
    ..which made me resent myself, they'd always meant the most.
    I'm afraid to play my favorite songs incase I get bored of em..
    life's like my house now there's more dust than ornaments.
    my dog nearly died and I cried for the whole weak,
    he survived but now he's getting old, see..
    we've all got issues to face.
    our lyrics are different, catching similar breaks.
    I know nothing's perfect..
    anything that hurts has been worth it.
    I've seen lots of things, I've been lots of places
    and soon I'll return home to see what's remaining.

    I tried to throw you this message on a paper plane;
    my words are weighing heavy, it's rain again.
    I speak and the room seems to fall silent.. 'so-low'.
    I don't know most folks I'm with in my photos.
    I can tell what you think by the things you don't mention,
    I once trusted someone and now I know better.
    ever tried to write and come with nothing for at least an hour?
    I hope my life's work's worth at least a decent album.
    to everyone writing, kanji or hebrew,
    if you feel whatever you're saying then I see you.
    it aint even about routes through life or the tribulations,
    it about the things learned and how to integrate 'em.

    apparently there's a third world but I'm british..
    we only use newspaper for wrapping our chips in.
    I never much cared for our class system 'ish,
    a whole generation are angry.. past ritilin.
    aware that parents paid to prescribe 'til it made them polite,
    instead of ever taking advice and raising them right.
    I've never craved to make my own cloned abominations
    that'll each raise more and so on.. to over population.
    soon even persistant systems will all fall down,
    we're living in the last days of moore's law now.
    clad the last elephant in ivory armour,
    stars'll blink out, and finally darkness.


    [copyright christopher osborne 2012]
    Last edited by _SBU; 05-06-2012 at 12:07 AM.
     
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    in it since a kid, before I'd even heard rakim,
    I'd pick up a pen and attempt to preserve the scene,
    fervantly, I put in more time 'til it was all worth it..
    writing raps on the back of my hand whilst I'm working.
    I ignore all borders or make moves to break through,
    it's a hard path but now I've got a great view.
    my lyrics are vivid displays and I paint too..
    shades from purple haze to grey goose.
    blame truth for the paradise lost..
    try bars asking sheep about appetite's cost.
    modern hustle, monsters struggle,
    gods are humble fossil hunters.
    materialists thinking substance is dirty,
    no-one owns anything, nothing is worthy.
    greed depletes heat before entropy does,
    feedback helps keep the energy up.
    no saints left when even the greatest
    slayed the beast but then stayed to replace it.
    it seems like the people are the government's rivals
    an 'sometimes I feel like a motherless child'..
    but still clap-tons, smacked numb by news reports;
    brutal laws, troops at war and cleaning bills for uniforms.
    who'll mourn the last to leave? a part of me already does,
    the kids get wise and live life like it's already done.
    a generation meant for greatness,
    set ablaze for entertainment,
    friends defend potential traitors,
    close enough for vengeance later.
    devastation.. beef's heated with napalm.
    I've even seen priests bleed dreams for free stained-glass.
    I respect any enemy and every past allegiance,
    I woke up early, now I'm down to guard the sleepers.
    a vast arena, many threats. lend me strength,
    I feel pain in place of their every death.
    so please don't even sleep for a moment, heed the devotion,
    receive the emotion. these ATL-antics are deep as an ocean.


    [copyright christopher osborne 2012]
    Last edited by _SBU; 05-30-2012 at 06:55 PM.
     
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    dad said "son, the future's yours" and left me with a dying plant,
    he asked me not to make the mistakes that he had and we tried to laugh.
    seemed like it might be to remind me or provide a task.
    sat at home alone as I tended to it like the past.
    got a pot which the roots fit, threw food in and pruned it, life's an art,
    moved it from gloom to brighter parts, survived the dark and thrived at last.
    soon it was improving and blooming from it's final branch.
    fruit split, spewing juices and it's seeds provide a chance.

    [copyright christopher osborne 2012]
     
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    Is this souly yours or is it free for other short pieces. If it is just yours its cool, like I said to hgp good idea..
     
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    I'll delet upon request.

    8/27/12

    ..I start to ex-e-cute my rhymes..
    ..then disreputen gods of destined proof rest the truth in the light..
    My hew ruins sight of the fluently blind..
    Now some think I'm 'tedious'.. but you'll see I'm losing my mind.
    And God help the fittest who aren't suited to find..
    My mind.. - they've yet to seen one as intrusive as mine.
    I move through the hide and control movements made and,
    end the earth then remake it in numerous places.
    My play-set's like a poets blooming oasis..
    I'd set fire to my words to contain luminous phrases.
    In a blink of an eye I reduce disputants to particles.
    Compared to my rise the women's movement is marginal.
    My rhymes are a ruthless arsenal.
    Skill set like an electric drill head, my youth is rechargeable.
    And when it comes to bare the proof is remarkable.
    Knowledge is faith so I took therapy and threw it to a Cardinal.
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    Quote Originally Posted by _SBU View Post
    there's not much battle rapping going on here at the moment so let's cypher eh?
    anyone welcome to join in. read forum rules before posting.
    back and forths/response is encouraged, as is positivity.
    Quote Originally Posted by smoothtung View Post
    Is this souly yours or is it free for other short pieces. If it is just yours its cool, like I said to hgp good idea..
    yeah it was intended to be back and forths referencing each other's drops but that didn't seem to be happening much so I just write stuff here sometimes. go ahead and add some lyrics, for sure.
     
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    I see, cool I will
     
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    8/28/12

    I was born with a special mental drive..
    Before I could walk obsession with the pencil thrived.
    So I write of what's taught today, lots sought for vengeful crimes.
    We preach the law but yet it rots in resentful times.
    Seem tall when we all fought for several lies..
    Oversea chemical lines have us losing credible lives.
    Respectable guys refusing medical cries.
    Spectacles blind as rising decibals wine.
    The dead lead an ethical demise.
    While of whom's left seem plentifully skeptical inside.
    The enemies have flexible ties.
    None expected to die when we were sent to 'fend for our pride'.
    Come home alive or be smitten in stride.
    Life is what you make of it - but mine was taken and given to the fight.
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    8/28/12

    My lines are brighter than ever..
    I drop kicked the sun and the light ignited my sweater.
    I designed the feather - then untied the teller.
    Carved my name in the sky so it'd be enshrined forever.
    When carbon's pressured diamonds fester..
    so I face critics and take the image of a timeless treasure.
    If I died we'd be minus a violence beggar.
    I dig holes in the ground like I were down to find the center.
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    8/29/12

    Emotional baggage is tying me down.
    But I'll hop in the ocean and swim laps around long island sound.
    Jump out then stabilize the entire town.
    Wash away my sins in cidar and shiners and let all the liars drown.
    Find out from the smell that my lips are steaming.
    Sleep on me.. I'll be the 'thorn in your side' 'til you 'quit dreaming'.
    I have split feelings and they scrap for my soul like hundreds.
    Track a fight scene strap bikes to my feet and 'roll with the punches'.
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    8/29/11

    (sorry Chris didn't mean to take over the thread)

    [chorus]
    I'm a misfit in many ways..
    I payed my way off the devils wish list with penny change.
    The game of life is fixed so since six I've been engaged..
    And they say that life's a b**ch.. so what if the gender changed..?

    I was misfit before it was in style..
    Don't 'walk in shoes' I counterfeit distance for miles.
    Count digits like listings in a phone book. persistence is overlooked.. So i make sure mine sits at my eyes.
    I kiss Gods @** 'til my lips hit the sky.
    Rhymes enough to have dr jeckel and mr hyde's kinship revived.
    Linguist. Skills refined.
    I 'flood' knowledge on 'tracks' but nothing proves to get absorbed..
    I traveled to iraq and back for the suites and uniforms.
    Hip hops dead with 'wet running shoes' and novice cats screw its corpse.
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    So you wanna be hardcore?/ Take my foot out yo a** and walk home/
    no ball 4/ But what these kids say the ball for?/ when all they girls got cold sores/
    mammas look like ole' *****s/
    No malt liqour when i say i'm bout that olde english/ more like shakespeare when i strike fear/
    to be or not to be beat down/ thrown around and tossed like bad salad/ war ballad of my life/
    sing it at my funeral if the world get trife/ word/ aint give a f*** so my **** shape ain't absurd/
    hands give breasts everything they deserve/ unlike bieber virginity ain't preserve.
     
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    Novice moves
    Like the very first time
    Bad poetry is honest like your very first rhyme
    But I really don't mind
    Your company is heaven
    Feeling is sublime
    And I really can't find
    A good enough reason to snap back to reality
    Life is just mortality
    Forgo all formalities
    Run away slowly they won't even notice
    Stuck inside our minds or lost in the moment
    Nothin' short of greatness only my own opponent
    Lost in your world never let me down
    Sunny skies year round never make me frown
    Heh
    Baby this one's for youuuuuuuuuu
    Lotus..
     
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    I don't talk if I don't know the facts ,so ill talk about my self and not people behind their backs
    Sometimes I feel a lot of hate, anybody can relate, and want to regulate the rap
    Don't claim to be rightous, why this world will never rise is , ego, power,money, and prices
    Technology and new devices , it entices even the nices,
    People rolling the dices, and it suprises ,who?,
    Government officials, maybe the president, or everybody's heads in their ***
    That's where they tell us to put it right? Don't be a nosy *** !
    They opress us arrest us ,either a 9-5 or you got a business
    If we matter at all, why dont they trust us, we got money, "raps" and nothing upsets us?
    This game is a horny piece of ****, bullheaded headed mudafukers and
    We're the ones that they convict,
    They should be evicted, inflicted us with a game full of contradictory words,symbols encrypted
    Everyone really is a victom, from the time that we're born we start playing threw the pain we become addicted
    I nip picked it, fell the whole a couple times, came out, still nobody minds, leaving me conflicted
    I'm not just talking bout laws, or taxes, money,religion or vision or something predicted
    Economical structure was a great idea, free of actually what though, a king?
     
  20. quickill said:

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    I used to scream get money and **** *****es
    Until I was left alone with all my riches
    This world is a cold place I'm surrounded by snitches
    That's why I always watch my back and mind my own business
    But they can't call it over until they're sure that I'm finished
    Money intended for the schools instead goes to dig ditches
    Guns and liquor store on every corner homie do you get the picture
    They want us to get drunk and kill ourselves while they stack they wealth
    Watch us detoriorate with no care for our health
    Rich people hate Obamacare cuz they can't relate
    Ignorance ain't bliss all it seeds is hate
    Sign you up for credit cards they know you can't pay
    You in a dead end job workin' for minimum wage

    They were born rich I was born poor so ****-them-all
    I'm about to make you look stupid like fetal alcohol
    I don't believe a word in the news cuz it's all just gossip
    Grown men argue like *****es it's a bad look stop it
    But they forget who they are just to turn a profit
    Sometimes I wanna draw gats and point a rocket
    But if I sink to they level's only way they defeat me
    So I keep my morals and morale's why I sleep so easily
    Smoke so breezly, flow so easily
    Other lyricsts hate me cuz they'll never beat me

    I try to spit some truth it's over most of y'alls head
    On the radio cars, *****es and gettin' bread
    From rappers who never shot a gun or seen some lead
    But people buy it cuz it's feed for the masses
    I try to keep it subtle instead of feel so drastic
    Keep my nose down and observe - every line is classic
    Your girl's fine but look at her attitude - man that ho is classless
    My girl's fine and intelligent, sweet as mollasses
    I surround myself with positive people, some just pray to steeple
    Pray to God but do nothin' for themselves
    But God helps he who prays AND learns to help himself
    So much hate I ain't even affected
    Rap's in a sad state the same way that they left it
    So this goes out to all real rappers like some kinda message
    Turn the beat the beat up, write some real truth
    Never give a **** what they say about you
    And come from a place where you got nothin' to prove
    And that's some real **** right there that's my word, peace, I'm out