LL Cypher
 

Why not?

It has everything else. -_-

Gotta give this rap shit all I got to give...
...My woman's pregnant...
I have nine months to live

I spit more color than Roy G. Biv...
Boy, give respect when it's due, Tha Q
Shits on dudes like pigeon on metamucil




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I've done some crazy shit...wonder why I'm alive
I'm so fucked in the head...
...I'm too sober to drive

Not known to provide...second chances
You might get one look, to my second glance, kid

I smoke too much weed...I need to be high
I adapted...evolved...
...and need it to survive

i flow relaxed...i play duck duck goose
with a pickaxe...5 year olds crying...another relapse -_-

so mother relax Ill uncover the facts
cause first of all
Im buried deep underground..
....covered in no dirt at all.

You the first to fall....I'm the last man standing
Boss of the boss...
my rhymes you and your mans can't manage

My tongue flickin acid, when spittin graphic i carve with it
Dark vivid, illest classics pulsin til my heart feel it

One of the illest to ever be ill, more elctrifying than a eel,
after a reel the mic in, come up with lines quicker then lightnin,
you throw filler i throw punches, so battelin me is the equvialent
to a one sided fight man

grab the mic man,
i done buffed, and roughed up this sluts trust
i must touch cuz this lust's bluff just crushed da love
and pain's game is anotha mans gain of gettin laid
sustained by da rain she left da ring stained
by da tears from the shame of the blame

This threads garbage, so i pick it up call me tha Rocket
Cuz i got more flames round me, like i had faggots in Orbit

Aiight....nostra d the cypher veteran
Surviving bedlam, in-line with legends in the mic profession
Never fight progression
...This typing sessions seriously gone to shit
I want lyrics that could fucking rip the tits off a bitch
Dropping spits, ill & dirty.. Pages smeared in the mud
Crank the speakers yo they transmitting period blood
I'll piss on you cunts...
I wanna see something thats real..
Get a grip.. take ya hand off ya dick
Punch-in some ill
Keys to words to bars
Enemies hurt em hard
Catch obscene verbal scars
Leave emcees, burnt & chard
Fuck it.............
Just flow off that shit & let the dust settle
Bro the pages in my rhyme book could paper cut metal

Buncha nerds on here...but I say no beef...
Only women these guys have had...
...Are men they met on Halo 3

Strictly the best, no contest, i infect
Make other kids sick, i'm quick wit my punches to ya chest
Ya saying ya untouchable L.E.? like your the best?
Seen ya get touched...
..on "when dad's malest"