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flow off last word standing. .



So sick that I'm ill like a fat lesbian couple,
I stick with a skill that GOD gave me to hustle,

Only people not them shit drugs,
I could make a banger easy to sell to streets and in clubs,

But I'm just sneak peakin' the game,
So no one here should keep speakin' my name,

Cause you don't know me well,
And if I sold you shells I could definitely make this bologne sell.

below me's hell i stow clips well//
u kno me? tell..how i crack deez bells//(libery bell)

wit sacked weed i stand burnt out//
stand back feind watch me last full bouts//

interact wit me get pulled off the stage//
contracts ya see? lyrics jst a tool of a mage//

wack ass drop of mine, i still wonder how i shine//
subtract n crop a line, shot a cop..wheres the fine?//


below me's hell....bologne sell..?...lol it sounds good to me!..haha..i used 2 words instead of one...seems to work better

its right there-behind the pair-of-rhymes//
where the flare-of-mine caused rare-designs, capable to tear-ya-lines//

burning art like i'm a pyro-archetect when i-go-spark-ya-text//
n let this black n white-flow-mark-ya-necks like an albino-darker-sex//

aerial strikes from an acrobat to knock ya afro-back//
witnessed Crack-go-"Wack!", yo where's ya rap-flow-at?//

it must be stuck somewhere between spittin-n-chokin//
u still get ya "crap jacked" like when ur shittin-n-strokin//

watch me sittin n smokin, BOOM shit on the walls r potent//
ill b hittin n pokin, dis bitch is tiiight! cant help but grab a potion//

lemme dab some lotion ignite it wit flames till ya crisp//
proceed to stab wit motions so smooth lose ur toungue den lisp//

comin wit a axe to split acts leave ur hip popped n cracked//
stabbed wit tacks its a fact i leave ur head mopped n smacked//

dishin out feeble attacks to lure some wack heads//
listen to silence while EVIL supplies da crack meds//

ok, every one say "WTF"........lol


trippin on my hits i load clips with feds on my list//
ima killa on da run, a mad man pissed that kills for fun//

grab the gun, crack heads snap necks break backs//
pop-pop the sound of caps, blow the horn play taps//

complex i curse grab maps roll my hurse f**k this verse//
pop pills stab fags, slit wrist get bags ur dead//

raw uncut jaded, smoke weed light head get faded//
double bladed i hated this world that god created//

not bad...if only u stuck to da cypher topic...lol posed to rhyme the last word or words of the persons last bar before u post

WTF......oh shit, my bad, guess i should of read the first post. lmao

this is how cyphers always die... lol, here ill go off overkills last post and get it goin again

its precise, the kid that *initiated* the cypher gamin/
cant stand kids that cant rap but *he-claimed-it* not spittin but complainin/
they struggle but "pre-makes-it" so for the-fakes-it gets agrivatin/
evil- *we-make-hits* mentally strainin retainin the main topic tha same-an maintainin/

crappy but quick, lol word was created, but i threw in another multie set so i guess someone can choose, haha

im straight-fading u like a 3 point shot, aint gaming dude so get ya cleats on spot//
dont make me aim the dot n erase the plot im straight raisin da pot n emptyin da lot//
replace myself wit a bot and control it from a cot i should open da window its kinda hot//
sadening wen i blind a drop n find a prop to assign ya record ta flop//


ummm yeah da first bar to me wen i spit urs and den mine it goes fine...lol so if u dont see dat...den oh well...i used easy rhymes...lol but i went off kinda on one without noticing..hahaha

yah you fade-away like MJ, talking after basketball//
your way-to-gay, by the way, Viral has something to ask ya all//
thats for a-nother day, but now he plays with J at the stall//
okay, lets pray, they don't rap at the mall//

its ian....u kno dem aint rhymes u freein//
prewritin meditated take ur time r u seein?//
deez lines u write aint complex at all//
slowly think but quickly right u cant stand next at all//
so u better re read ur writtens//
cuz i aint even tryin n ur diein spittin//

i'm suffocating from these-rhymes-i'm-breathing, got murders freezing, your giving me three-times-the-reason//to decline-treason, go to your house and define this season//this is pleasing, i'm not giving a-sign-of-easing//he doesn't understand the times-he's-in//

the blind heathen designing the most defined rhyme freedom
to intertwine in the mind twisted divine to mind seagrams
gin mixed in with wine sobriety declines combined with fine weed and
its got my rhymes leading a high peak thats rewinding time... jesus

the drops i create are success//each bars-complex, its really far-from-text, I'm the twisted ace like when cards-are-flexed, out of control like when guards-are-wrecked//taking so much blood it starves-ya-flesh//these bars-of-death, fuck rap, cars-are-next//i'm breaking anything, its hard-to-check//your vocals, when i carve-ya-neck//drinking soko, scar ya pecks, i'm fucking loco, I remember noto//and his low-flow, im so much crazier, fuck i'm totalled//