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I inhale the vapors of the victim burning flesh from my heat/ im the rival of UGA cause I carry a georgia tech (9) in the streets/ turn ya chest into meat, but with vests I'll release/ a clip in ya face, taste ya last breathe as ya cease/ to exist on this plane of existence, as my rage just increases/ leaving u niggaz race shunned like those that put nails up in Jesus/

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..2 much..
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...i pop klonopin.. drop tha bills
tha shit be kinda cheep like anyways so watch me kill
like anyone up in my way.. im too slow
right now for tha instance cause this shit is so-so
motion in snail vision im coast'n away
mellow as Fuck!!
six months sense been roast'n tha hay
cant be ashamed.. if my brain waves fucked'
its 2 much mother fuckers cause tha shit gets real...

what's real,
is it merely the factual
tangible and the practical
the things that are thought out, with tactical
precision, bound within the vision
of the mortal people living
in their gilded cages,
dismissing a child's desires
for freedom as just phases
is real just the bricks, in the walls, of the mazes
or is it something else, something totally amazing
maybe something crazy, or....
I might just be too lazy, to stand up straight and focus my gaze
focus my rage, become a politician
join the military, accomplish me a mission
then i might comprehend what is real
or it might be the end of real feel-
-ings, reasons to sing, the love a fling, and other shit
while I contemplate that I'mma write another hit

i get cash robbin the general puplic, like how the feds be funded
ill put a spin on the moses trick n make it rain slugs.. the leads abundant
wtf.. "freestyle cypher" ... really? i find this whole thread redundant

i aint been on this on this site since late december
cypher assassin verbal flashing cut and im slashing
flowing my passion on you mark set go know im attacking
these fame actors lame accents to my elements
in the bed theres no being sexually negligent
sounds of a menace terrorizing yo complex
im complex with the conscience of conmen
i con men till their non-sense is common
Great on my block like Pittsburgh linemen

Im Officially Back for those who missed me

lol.. welcome back

yea.. i met ya girl n that "birds on me" .. like pittsburg hockey jerseys
ill leave a "tool in ya stomach" like shoddy surgery, n have viral make yer body germy
yer hits dont penetrate like theyre soft core, yet mine r like i bought four sophmores
fact is i drop force, n u lost yours, so those "who missed u" ..r gonna miss u alot more

its been a while since i tapped the lyrical well,
my limit is maxed on my spiritual health,
but nah i aint here for the wealth,
they say that miracles sell,
but if i sell my soul, then im jus searin in hell..

did that to "fresh" by precise

im hardcore.. ill peer-inta-hell to put fear-in-myself
never steerin-fer-help.. just grab vicodin like "its here-in-the-shelf"

thanks for the props dude lol

After the blunt I light up a black label salem
Burn it at the stake, now im on to bitchs and mayhem.
Murder. Cry wolf, make the bitchs howl when they see me.
Your feet cant fit these shoes, extra large swagga that cant fit the chiminey
Lake Village born and raised, bitch better catch up or get mayoniesed.
Get the class kiddies before,I leave you in a dorm daze.
I can be the teacher and you can be my student.
Now I know all of that’s a mouthful, fill ya up like Patrick chewing.
Take it easy my flow goin fuck up your mandible,
Pinchy times pie, im off the scale, im not tangible
perceptible by the senses especially the sense of touch
incredible senseless game, aimin for the fence, leave ya with a crutch.

i Bring Life To The Mic The Booth's a Dream,i Spit Ruthliss Scheme's That'll Have ya Squad a Troopliss Team ...

Listen..

Don't End Up The Next Victum..Get Ripped Bum Till Everythin U Spit Sonned,Its Time For The Chris-Sun..With Ya Immune Systum? I See Why U GOT iLL..N Ya Man Spit How He Pop Still "Stop B-Rad.." Wus in His Pop's Will.. U Twat's Fill The Page's With ya Generic Rap's...i Will Tear ya Caps..U At The Top i'ma Attack Ya Ock N Alter Your Location Like a Marriage Map...

the facts funny to, how i live life thru the catch 22,
any clues, ill snatch ten of u n out match any fool,
its gotta be true, my heats accurate when i choose to shoot u,
who knew, id be goin to a funeral ima need a new suit,
fuck all ur crew, got long ammo to get em' n im touchin u too,
ski masks n gloves, evil intensions when tip run up on you,

i know this my foes will fold quik/
they claim to be on top but really hold shit/
idk...

Lo and behold, my flows are changin the weather/
Chainin together my rhymes is like aimin Berettas/
The action is deadly, the wackest attracted with envy/
My flows drench em like ridin on the back of a jet ski/
Haters attack and offend me, try to poison my style/
Cuz I drop shit on the spot like there aint a toilet for miles/
Voices defiled, traded my pen for the QWERTY/
Slash you like Kordell and put 10 through yer jersey/

fuck a cypher, i'm eatin-rappers-whole
while i'm throwin fist n beatin-actors-skull
you needin-chapters-so... i writin-a-book
a master criminal i'll enlighten-a-crook

Come test the hardest, strong enough to swim in shark infested waters, with no fins or goggles, Ill begin to slaughter
Drown my sins with water, Holy shit, unload a clip, begin to spark ya, know the ledge, cuz if u aint, there goes ya head
Hit the plank, you bout to float where dead niggas sank
Rollin spliffs of dank, weed purple like ghostface killah tape