I drop rhymes like they slippery/spit differently/and cough while playin the radio bcuz it sicken me/now it ain't about flow and talent/ it's bout a chain and promotin violence/ naked chicks on a ocean island/and a grill with ferocious diamonds/now instead of starvin in protest we take wut they feed us/we don't take out a map we just go where they lead us/and when you won't put up a fight u alredy defeated/oh how we love to c concieted crownless kings,pushers, killers/and other countless things/and do u know wut really kills me/if being different was a crime the whole industy could plead not guilty/its all simple and the same im losing interest in the game/and to call myself a rapper i feel ashamed/its like they killed individuality took knowledge and burried em/got our minds and fiction to date and later they married em and realness is tired so imma carry em.

Dropped this in anotha post but the thread died out.Wut ya'll think???

that was good. did u come up with that off top?

THAT WAS HOT!!

~The Cypher~

Personally I've heard too many verses of adversity
That it hurts me when it comes first to me
I used to think like
I cant wait for that flash and flare
like the blink lights
Then tear on me til i wash and wear
How scary/ that these rap dudes carry
our views til they're buried
Its unfair to me
cuz i feel we appeal more to the drug deals
kills mixed with the will to steal
and bite what i write
And lie on my life
But clutch on me tight
When i rise to flight
Can i be read my rights? Cuz i'm so held down at nights
by too many guys who hate despite what i fight
And hide in light of my light, that i shine when its bright.
Or even if its a little
cuz i intend to give it til it flickers
Til you look at yourself in the mirror
And be like wow, i did that now?
Meanwhile how can i smile?
I gotta get clean like a dirt pile in Dial.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Laissez Faire,

Everyone wanna be a thug or a rapper
this is MySpace, you aint got dapper
I'ma shit on yall like pampers
like Steve Smith on yo dime with the Panthers
I don't smoke, bang, or rap
but I still do it better than you
don't tell me I'm white
or I'll have you flat limed
like a Corona tipped on it's side
I know more than you you you you
but in reality I don't know shit
I just feel the beat and spit
I aint lookin for a deal
Don't care if I get yammed
it's about what I feel
and I'll be damned
if I go based on a scheme
and this and that has to rhyme
I'll fuck that up
instead of dime I'll say nickel
or penny or dollar
and instead of bill I'll say quarter
but getting back to my point
good for you to start a cypher
it's what we need in hip-hop
just like Nas and Jigga
just like Gemini and Lu
just like Shayla and Bishop
keep the lines coming
like Pun and not Michael Irvin