Get the cypher started........4 bars .....or so

aight man...umma start the first 4 slow..n hopefully pick up..its 1.31 here..im kinda droopy..n i just had sum "altercation"

i lead a life..of needless strifes..and weildin knives..
conceiled inside..revealed behind the want to kill a guy..
i deliver rhymes..i got the hoochies fulfillin my
eveyneed, best believe im droppin my seed tonight

And while u droppin,peep this description
its like an earthquake prediction
when shades suspicion is tested without permission
check the inscription,its all mine,so watch ur condition
when u say alot of shit thats just a contradiction*




Not meant to start battlin,even though it sound like it.

You gon drop ya seed tonight....
I get tha "point " and you aint have to heave a Knife....
Im flowin off dat rolecall ESB.....
Bullet through a nigga head....see his thought like ESP

okay, my lifes a throwaway...clean DOA...
im spoilin for war..if i dont see mo pay..
i got a stomach to feed, so i want whats comming to me..
someones gunna feel, those metal pebbles, at 100 degrees

blah sumthin quick

listen im in the kitchen mixin for the street mission
but vixens itchin for snitchin on the count of my pimpin
see i hurt they feelings, but god willin they understand my method
they cant get involved wit my dealins, plus i sleep wit my weapon

and keep on stepping, tucked gats, act up when police question..
3 confessions, next to me in assembly..selling weed as a street profession..
telling teachers they need a lesson..see my weapon in 3 dimensions
my name, Rascr to dark and evil to speak and mention

bump

Speak and mention...Niggaz need to listen.//
I'm a Vet.....Shouldn't I be receving pension checks//
If you wanna raise hell with me....then you wasn't raised well//
My flow is like like a BLUNT be happy to take this blazed L//

stitched confined..stuck in a fixed asylum..
switch ur style up..wild out..or be a bitch like Silence
hittin higher limits of lowness..to accuse me of biting...
a voodous light..is bruisin his eyes, hes losin his sight

yo DMAN..Silence a bitch yo..he say im biting? can u believe that? if im biting..you can hang me...ill give e'ry one my address..n yall can cum down n hang me...

take and blaze that L...and think about my peeps that failed...not me...I live through the centuries...they'll evetually think of me...because i will make history...eventually

Just silence that nigga for real

these cats is new to rap, yet their styles redundant/
and my rhymes encompass the game, i'll decide who runs shit/
i stay writing, for the umpteenth time, i love each rhyme/
i write, fuck ya jewels, i rep whats under the shine/

ill punch Jiffo..have a bump, hunch back of notre dam, i
creep in his room, choke him with his pyjamas, send him on back to Ghana
in a coffin..the boss in any operation..
fuck a gun..do it by process of denomination

verbally get to sprayin, have ya whole set in evasion/
parce que? his punches couldn't reach me....from a foreign nation/
ghana's he home of kings....lil' fukka, just apply this/
how you gon beat me wit speech? when u still fukkin with silence!?/

....no beef

fuckin with silence..cant believe im ruckin with minors
tie dynamite to ur chest..i think its best u conduct suicide...
im clutchin them rifles...u scrapin soil..im touchin the skies
u stuck behind me...my stuff is grimey..u cryin whilst im bustin a smile

hehhehe..less keep goin

keep smilin...you'll get sliced by the baddesy guy/
i focus on swift technique....a lyrical samurai/
a fallen angel, grace you with flows, keep you away from the top/
keep smilin....i'll leave you grinnin while you lay in a box/

lay in the box..jump back out again..a vampire..
stab ur eye, with ur samurai sword..like a Chan fight
spit acid in ur face...cover u with maskin tape and blast away..
its back to basics..u get capped like jam masta jay

Lay in a box.....Messsages ya'll relayin ta cops//
Faggot niggaz don't rap...belong layin on cocks//
I speek violent.......Back it up....pussy keep SILENT//
The feds they keep dialin...yo Ras keep smilin......

kool yo..ill keep smilin..i arrive at peak timing
so much street violence..so people keep speed dialing
police..seeking filings to see me deep in asylums..
but the bigger they are, the quicker they fall..i can avoid police sirens

and weed finaces..got me seeing money..the speedy kind..
and its completly mine...so finaly, i can pay for a TV licence
Psyche, do u see me buying that shit..lawsuists they keep on filing
meanwhile..im conducting this freestyle

police sirens keep flashin red and blue
ill dead a crew....beef wit me ill cap ya best friend insted of you
yeah i said it fool
and i aint no mechanic but i walk around with heavy tools

capped? my skin'll absorb the shells into my flesh/
and shoot em out my mouth, leave 4 in ya vest/
this is more than a test....only the illest need apply/
too good for this earth, so fuck limits, i'll exceed the sky/

exeding space..fuck a cypher...im moving units thru cyber space...
dnt got time to waste..on this guy..i strike like a tidal wave..
right away..ither place..night or day..
we can fight in the K, aight..or keep it inside the United States

excced the sky....nigga you need to die....
the heat will fly....pussy nigga gon plead and cry...
and whats this you talkin bout catchin bullets....
eddie griffin ass niggaz always actin foolish

like crack head hooligans...take failed applicants back to school again
who u foolin..headline writes crap with the bugles pen...
if you depend on another nigga to see you through
then your estime is too low, so dass how im beatin u

chea! im likin this....

3 things in life are certain.....death and taxes/
and me! ill rip the cats who attest to wackness/
to impess the masses....but my voice will be heard/
cuz dont need gats, ill make chicks moist with words/

im out for a bit....keep it goin

and of course optic has entered/ to dismantle your center/ with a venture/ called rhyme form/ I'm so un-norm/ be warned/ the masses will swarm/ just to see me perform/ hater better conform/ or moms will morn/ until my dying day/ I will elevate and create/ yiout took and ate the cake/ that us real emcees create

ur coy, u heard..lil boys is what u prefer...
get detroyed..in the dirt..under the grass soil and the earth..
im foiling your verse..exposing it for the trash it is..
aint no Jiffo graspin this..flow fat like hippos...im w(rappin) this

You make chicks moist with words.....
my trunk like a damn pet store i front my boys them birds....
ya noise was heard....ya'll niggaz keep it cummin.....
im like a rabbit in the dog race...bitches i keep em runnin......

yo yall..i gosta BOUNCE...iss been kool in this cypher wit yall...hopefull we can do this again tomorrow...PEACE