i got you drawn in with the cycles of my cypher, i got you out shot like the bullets from a rifle. I dont just dabble i react for i know, because i got the beat poetry stuck to my sole. What do you know, need to let go, hope is just a word that you need to forgo. Do like a stewardess sit, stick and stow all of your conventions, cant beat out an mc who battle with out having intentions.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
cycles of my cypher
well get down, an suffer my cypher, cycles of my journey, grown to be a man from a shorty in a diaper. Sniper with my vocabulary, gotten into harry situations, never back-downed though its scary. Been called a demon, a thief, a generous man, a leech, an angel, a teach-er, can spit more fiery justice than a preacher. Not a trick or treat-er i follow the code of the seek-er. Free for all come an bawl on my wall no matter what you say in real life i you know i got you better than a draw.
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ReplyDeletesouther drawl cut through you all with clean cut connections, forget about the phone companies i got better protection, resurrection, dark magic to stay down low, far beyond your detection. Deflection, correct the distance, realizes you closed your eyes and thought now damn i missed it. So i never sleep, unblinking creep, got it all who gives a fuck about kitchen sink.
ReplyDeletewith lyricalness i got some finesse i pass it like sobriety when the officer gives the test. Got it on lock like an exterminator kills a pest, squashin all your mcs, come and bring me your best. I rock the mic solo dont need no one but got a crew to pull me up like a yoyo. Im Moco, always been a bit loco, quick to flip your script and leave you wit poco.
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