i gots loada of rymes and poams exploding my dome//
throw stones from closed windows in my glass home //
when i kick shit im known to split cammodes and shake whole area codes//
twilite zone late night grab a pen and write//
sit and grip my soul for a minute then just grab the mic//
watch this hipmatist work the crowd whan i recite//
see im not an average mc im the exception//
i have love for the mic so i spit in your direction with effection//
correction thats not love thats just an erection hope we have protectio//
see i find fat people jogging amuzing//
but i hate cell phones at lunch and techno music//
i also love having choices but often hate choosing//
and to me it seems 2nd place is the same as loosing//



so if im a jerk for not stopping to gaze at the rio grand when i pass it every day on my way to work so be it i know im an asshole and i know that you can see it so be it

so what are we supposed to cypher? what is the theme

idunno i just started writing

shut the fuck up, you dont even know what a cypher is

....dont talk shit to usual....
...thats my friend....

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come on this rooms dead
no ones rhymin' they just rehearsin in their head
thats the kinda shit that'll get a cat popped
spittin shit thats written thinkin they gonna make to the top
when lames come in the game they spit shit thats memorizied
even tho they whack itd be dope if they got televised
then maybe they could realize
that the mic him him dont bond tight
sicne most the shit hes spittin sounds the least bit tight