I have to freestyle, rhymin is in my blood/
Even though this is a cypher, they still call me #1/
I ain't holdin a gun, but that doesn't mean I won't kill ya/
Beat you so bad you say my fist is lookin familiar/
But that's about it/
I'm gonna play Def Jam Vendetta and make DMX my bitch/

^^ lol this cat is whack yo, no one gives a damn if you're playing vendetta,/
worry bout those stains on your sheets and sweaters from yo gal blowing like Uncle Fester,/
if wackness was a crime, then dawg you would be arrested and sentenced,/
this innate wiz-dumb virgin get's Jergens and jacks to Don't Be a Menace,/

yo, yall might wanna throw on a verbal flak jacket
my style is hectic, lyrically up step it, rythmically subjected.
see i say fuck 50, fuck ja, fuck all yall,
you all a bunch of slaves to pops call,
just wait five years, ad witness they all fall.
See i was placed on this planet, just to cause havoc,
your mind fumbles at my speech, painful, you cant stand it.
lyrically, spiritually, indivisibly handed, you my fuckin cattle that i just branded.
I ain't done, im just startin to have fun, dunn.
I' revolvin around earth and sun,
mesmerize, terrify, and tear your lungs with the bang of my gun.

trust me ya lyrics aint dope/ive heard better from people on coke/
ya whole styles a joke/you fucking off people dats got money an ya broke/5 years from now youd be da only one going down a slope/on da streets selling ya ass for 2 cents a stroke/fuck weed! off of dick youll be taking a toke/running round colorado naked wit a broom up ya ass an a chain of soap/all dat revolving around da sun gave u sun stroke/ya probably reading dis saying damn! i should have never spoke/

look at my cypher go yea meeeeeeeeeee

Doc callin me wack this this cat is tryin to rattle me/
This is a cypher man why you tryin to battle me?/
You wanna take a jab?, then swing at me face to face/
Ill leave you in knots with ya dick tied in ya shoe lace/
You comin at the wrong person with all this negative energy/
Take a step back before you get burnt just like an effigy/

the kid above me stinks like shit
you deserve to be flushed down
da damn toilet!... you suck bitch
get over it, you wasn't never loved
or adored kid... quit spitten...
cuz all you doing is bitching....


((i'm just warming up...))
so if you get offended, spit back harder...
so i can rip off your cover...

Truly,
A couple people here are fuckin up tha cyfa,
Talkin much of nothin buzzin like flies buggin my last nerve,
Fatal error take your bong and be on your way,
Cuz that shit was played way beyond my belief,
That's tha type of shit that should be on Ripley's,
I rip fa sheez,
Mahem fillin my deed,
If corny niggaz in my way i'll boil thwn till they cream,
I love RB,
I feel like royalty in this scene

the only bitch bitchslaper(bitchslapper?) be slappin is his mom
prolly the same whore that he took to his prom
he ain't no good at punchlines, he should sing happy songs
but thats ok, we all gotta start somewhere
but next time he starts shit he gonna be prepared
for this verbal ass kickin
that left him stricken, didn't know i was a lyrical bomb tickin...
i been waitin for bitch mc like you
and i been waitin for the chance to destroy one too
ill leave ya skin blue
lifeless, dead
puddle around ya head, hued crimson red
you shoulda fled after you read my shit
now you gotta face an angry white boy who rips
pussy mc's apart
from beginning to start
i reach into ya chest and rip out ya weak heart
bury you near ya local park
run when i bark....


bitch ass mother fucker, call me out if you wanna battle.... pussy....

Cause when i spit it sends a chill to the world/
They think its time to die like time to get rolled//
Crush ya like ya was a beatle/
murder you by throwin you off the top of fuckin steeple//
Pencil staber, Stencil Grabber take off like a pen and write/
kill you for calling me white and wonder why still talkin black at night//
my words are clean and neat i am ghost just like you only not in a white sheet/
the words make my beats and they still make perfect sense
like this so get up on you fuckin feet//

Damn you nikkas got your thongs ryden too far up ya ass-
This is a cypher not a fuckin joy riden dick class-
Peeps don't even gotta ask cause now I see it is my task-
To lock down dease coward pussies perpatratin gangstas wit Net masks-

I state my name Poetic Blue A CHICK wit no delusions-
My rhymes simplistic but they flow together like cell fusion-
I'm dat bleak deep undersea bitch- make no confusion-
Fuck wit me and I'll bring yo weak ass to ur conclusion.

^^ shit was raw

flip this nigga like a wrist gadget /
destroy the cypher and bring down the faggots /
your bitch attracts to me like a magnet /
your the first on my hitlist /
now pay up the ran-som /
or deal with the fuckin heat from my hand-gun /
these fools must be dsylexic /
check em in 60 seconds /
blaze more mics than pyrotechnics /
wack mcs are a waste /
you wouldnt know what cum was /
if some one nutted in your face /
you would probably think it was paste /
"hey mom want a taste"

__________________
You Want It With Me Shure lets raise stakes...
U More Of Fag Them Niggas You Claim U Gang Raped...
Rhymes Foul... Your Shit Is Irrelivant...
With Heat Like This No Wonder Why Im Meltin The Residents...
~anubis


Net Record 49-30

Stay Merking

this is the best cypher

the way i'm prone to this style of rap yall should call me Lu-Cypha, not cuz the names a similar but the way i throw punches through-ya
a consumer of rappers is the reputation i have, yall talk bout Guns, murder, drink, drugs n anything to make u look "bad", 'Parsay' muthafukkaz ma lyrix make ya head sway call me 'K' cuz of the way I'm known to 'SLAY'
bitches, who think soundin like eminem will get them riches, shit yall got me in 'stitches' like watchin adam sandler at the pictures...

lmao, i'm high as usual...