The Rust Bucket
Cypher anything to shake the rust.
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im a poet...
...who didnt know it. s.v. |
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^^^pure freestyle hotness. eat your heart out hova. lol. s.v. deadly |
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. . . . . . ^^^^^^^^ that was the sound of me shittin on ya verse, who nicer than me |
face the facts you the fucking lamest cats
Im so underground Ill show you were the basments at you a slave in fact, I got a famous act Flows so locked down I keep chains intact a maniac watch your step, you cant change the past meh, gotta take a shit. |
Ya lame n crap, got blades to leave ya brains detached
U were gay before werds just like a flamers past Whatcha think of that? speak of shots from the box U ain't gonna hit shit when i press X and have ya AIM collasp'd *shrugs* i need to knock some rust off ima look for an topical battle or audio |
hell yea, and the only topical cats i know that still battle and are up to par are in this crew
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ayo check it
aint no rust to clean off, allways stay purposly focused I surfaced then wrote this in a circus for hopless no joke its so open im provoking these flows snort so much coke, it snows when Im blowing my nose flows like a fountain in rome, gone to a house to get blown wtf? |
lol.
Feel what ya say'n Soul but I aint knock'n the vermin So much an Outkast like im the one rock'n the turbin Speakin of cockiness surface guess I drop'd it on purpose Bars blue eyes and blonde hair like im spot'n the germens Stop it im nervous...never cuz i can handle the options Plus ya kno i keep a grip cover'd like my hands n my pockets Got me rabblin topics while tryna manage a profit So i hustle and palm trees like the plants in the tropics Topical Cypher lol |
I spit perfect flows, research then blow like serpants nose
earth has goals to leaves us perfect drones grasp a erchants thrown from a nurses dome never sit on this earth as a worthless soul haters left in a box stuffed like a turkeys hole blood pumps heavy, Im bazerk I know hand full of dice, I fucking deserve a roll snake eyes sit on the curb then go I take rhymes to the most obsured of hoes to create lines like a table preserving blow it hurts to roam as my curse follows from street to street, is this a verse? who knows? |
center of clay, where the belt loops spew leather tongues
through the air of welt, bruise, and blue rendered saints as the weather runs, down her masquera swells; where the splintered reign clouds lifts her tender face into the rains proud center of the universe.. to serve. through her perched lips and swollen eyelids the liquor bottle i kissed would sing her a model of bliss blister of the wrong, center of the sinner spent his leather belt whipped along the filter of a cigarette. burn.. |
i am so rusty..so why not try a cypher.
Im to trapped in my own mind to speak wise words Turning fast only to feel that these knives hurt Delivery on point as the wound grows and is deepened Looking for answers but no soul can beat these demons They wont face my front, only attacking what I can't see Not saying good job, just noticing what I can't be I've turned to you, though you still are not my savior You just add onto my failure and a lot of misbehavior To describe you is easy but not as easy as some heard FAKE,JEALOUS,ANGRY,RUDE BUT MOSTLY JUST ONE WORD I hate you, you killed my family..my dreams..no that is not all You are not just the devil, nor the demon..you are alcohol |
Im more than likley crazy, labled as angry
skull back fortys back, stay unstable as gangreen Im the result of the most fatal of gang scene Ill leave you shivering, right were your standing I fight were my hands be, in the night ill be dancing with devils and all sorts, leave girls kneeling on all fours appealing to all lords to stop stealing my cold thoughts releaving a flow more stubborn than road whores stash cash in the cupboard then blow snorts pack hash in a mother then send her through airports |
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