Cypher About Cyphering.....


i'm cyphering, whether or not u'r wanting me to//
standing in the back but this cat still seems to be fronting me dude//
i'm hunting me two......emcees that will fight to the death//
u know the rules, brush ya teeth, and keep ya bites to yaself//



-OuT-

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
oh no
oh no
now whatcha ya gonna do

^^bootleg cops theme

follow the flow the leader below
pass to an fro kick rhymes like DEVO
throw all elbows, to hot shows we go
pick out afros we tight like the bros
scarecrows and pharos, readings from the taros
if you don't know, hit the movies get the ROLOS

yo im experienced i been through and slauter sets ,i been in more shotouts then jeff hornaseck dick u talk shit im ah toss ah clip till blood iz what u cough and spit bust 2 guns alternate i got enough power in the shadie to blow the sun roof off yah whip finished yah spouse turn kidz into foster kids cause nyc iz were the bosses live and if u feelin this shit then holla back at the kid one!!!!!!!!!

DUMBASSES , LMFAO.....i said cypher about cyphering......how hard is that???? LMAO, c'mon, u don't even have to be dope, i just want to actually see someone cypher about cyphering.......sheesh!!!


-OuT-

peter piper piped cyphers, and i run rhymes//
cypher in the street is a sign o the times
makai pfiffer used to cypher till he got blown up//
my baby cypher in her diaper till her moms show up.

fuck a cypher this roux kid stole my own line
piper pied is the reverse of my ryhme b//
these cats can see when it come to cypherin
u have ta decrypt my cypher bitch im a fuckin lifer
no time ta bite ya ill jus beat ya down when we fight bra//

Why the fuck you wanna cypher about cypher /
grab a pad and pen, elevate your level, take your shit higher /
Your a buyer, not a provider - 6 phone lines and 9 speed signs, you still won't be wired /
Fuck it, i'm tired - your thread is whack /
Spit your ass fuckin' shit to that //

Dj Triple, But It Seems My Skillz Are Tripling Yours//
Man Ya Raps Are Disgusting, Worse Than Ya Skid Markz In Drawers//
U Wanna Talk Shit U Betta Be Able To Back It Up//
I'm Punchin U So Hard In Ya Chest Ya Lung Will Come Out, So Go Ahead And Laugh It Up//
I Pack One Punch, Don't Pack A Lunch, This Is Just A Quicky//
I Leave A Fist Imprint Indented On Your Forhead, Like It Was Stickied//


STFU Dj "Triple"

See, I Murked U Without Even TRYING

Spit lyrikal mayhem, Castin day in to nightfall of ya life's end.
You ain't synikal, You're synthetic and your spits say it, They bend.
Me spittin after makes you uncomfortable, Look at your text.
Looks like your vocals got caught up in your neck, A lyrikal strep.

LMAO, Good LiL Verse Shadow......I Should Have Never Mad This Thread...LMAO

unhealthy mentals makes hell for a pencil that translates my rhymes
word travel at blisterning speeds around millions of seas to stagnate the time/
For a nigga to come after me is blasfomey, extreme agoney
reserves for the meek herb who dares to ask for me/
skillfully lacked verbs spit from ya'll wack wordsmiths
bitch I make revolutionalry scripts, ya'll still writin' rap verses/
grow some testsitcals ya'll little pussies, steady slappin' clits
you dollar store foil wrap MC's can't rap for shit/

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Bang On The Table Productions

Good Fuckin' Job Bud............... *Claps*



-OuT-


I'm Just Upping My Happy Little Thread....