Board Getting Quiet..pick Up The Cyper
Relay.... to my brain wit a rhyme of the century
..wit a velocity of mach 3 high projectory...
standing next to me...wit your leg spread waiting for a historectime...
Nowaday wack kats be actin feminine... cryin
like somebody was dyin close to them like there next of kin....u need some extra men...
To consider it a handicap on my behalf...
Who wanna battle?/
let the spittin begin/
accross the boards/
if you come stronge with mediphors/
than you could possibly win/
and if you really got skills/
here is an option you might/
consider better if you wanna battle niggas thats hype/
go check out the site/
and if you hot/you gon leave your mark/
but if you not/you might just visit and hide out in the dark/
I've seen alot of mutherfu*kers rep with skills on this site/
but its like niggas always here and my sites like criptonite/
who wanna battle?/let the spittin begin/
when you come thru/get at them cats called DIVINE,PLAGUEE,MATH and'em/
If you a lyricist you'll know what i'm tryin to say...
THERES A WAR GOING ON YA HEARD...
…cumshots across ya' breasts
i ain´t tryin to test
this a lyrical manifest
from the unexpected guest
with love spelled across the chest
although the heart aches
enough of confessions
i´ve got temples to devastate
cause battles will up rise
like the spirit of poltergeist
christ was lost
when I committed the heist
but as time moves on
we all gotta go
no words of this being bond
but blazing fires will storm
cause it's washed out.....
Yo who got clout?/
i'm the type of nigga to knock the lights on ya' block out/
heard shorty know how to shake dat ass, one by one she stay knocking cocks out/
twerk a lil' something, bitch put it in ya' g-string/
it ain't no fun if my homies cant have none, cause it's just a g-thing/
what u looking at?/ the glock make ya' brains go splat/
honeys hurting from the dick so fat/ watch how my dick make the booty go from thick to flat/
nine inches of thug passion, she not gonna be used to dat/
broke hoodrats are the things that i use to clap/
now i'm up on quarter pieces, mcdonald brown nuggets/
when they can't handle my cumshots, by the bed they leave buckets/
when life gets hard, you better fuck it/
or else it fucks you/ this homegirl told me so, by the way she's a dyke too/
damn honey i like you/ she got a man, but so what/
she like the dick in her butt/
hoes know they better close dat mouthpiece, before i'm beating the slut/
6 a.m. writing scripts, after my dick beated it up/
i wrote this rhyme about you...and how ya' bitch luv drinking a nut/
i guess you don't know homeboy, fans know my gems slam/
i got a luv for spanish mami's, even got one stripping for q.s. on webcam/
get ya' mind right shorty, your now being looked at across the net/
i sign the checks/ so if you ain't fucking me and HARDGORE, only thing your receiving are cumshots across ya' breasts.../
"gone without a trace..."
allow this face on mag covers
not Source or Time, the bullet kind...my bad brother
i meant that bullets kind to've relieved your stress
bullets, darts, sheets...whatever, they all concieved with pens
right brain controls left hand...
got writers block in a cypher? nerd, go to bed man
dream of dmx and ja rule in ya video bust'n lead caps
and wake up to a motherfucker rob'n you, so dead that
you dont want it, so why the fuck you wanna spread that
the kids look up to us, memorize'n what we said and
what we read and listen to, adopt our style
till theres no elevation...no evolution while
they recipricate'n statements made, not with their own brain
cause its washed out...
Rhymes are just salty
my fault B this lines faulty
some cat just jumped out the screen tryin to assault me
but I stuck 'em back in his place
blastin his face with open space
gone without trace
Retract'em and flee.....your dick fell off pleaze u need to reattach it and pee...
Actually,i have the mentality of a swarm off bees
Wit the same reaction to stings....
Revoltionary activist sings on a higher track
Never beleiving the true of a out come wit no sense
Like a liers facts....
Ryhmes are phat....Im just at the point of
evolving in my own dream.. wit no trace
Like water dissolving..Rhymes are just salty..
"plans that fertile..."
later on tonight, my hand'll be jerk'n
just like your knees when you rap'n in person
im the bastard, you nervous...its me heckling you
expect the news, you'll be neglected soon cause nobody on this fuck'n site's respect'n you
dissect the tools and throw 'em away
never held a gat, your lies are BOLD when sprayed
until im old and grey i'll never hope for faith
thats for the weak, i repeat, thats for the weak
some cats lack'n this week
make'n statements then retract 'em and flee
my brain become stronger
& less susceptable to pain arrogant mainstream of piss - fuck da money & da fame
so u tell me who's really at loss
son u cant fall at the bottom only the top
its nonstop wit da cyphaz where the words grow
be successful go to school, get a job spare the herb yo
shit gets in the way of dreams
& plans that fertile
I've thrown up a beat to make the cypher complete
move my feet a foot at a time
my foot work is fine
try to jerk me outta line but its not gonna happen
I'm steadily mappin and readily trappin wackness all over the atlas
Gatless, but still thinkin Malice
sippin from a chalice
Wonder about the Land like Alice
From Dallas to the middle east
there's a little beast who came to feast on humanity
Straight insanity is genius, I mean this
You feind this like weed but not cause you need it physically
mystically I look at it and am pissed to be concious any longer
My brain become stronger
The blood quench my thirst at first
but then I fiend for more
Going door to door in search of delight
I perch outta sight until I suddenly strike pleasing my apetite
Bona pa teet
Lazarus rose from his grave..
feelin tired but brave..
an army cant harm me..
were's your weaponry when u battle me..
cuz u spit lyrics with no melodies..
my lyrics cause tragedies..
none of u bitches can handle me..
u can shoot me like pac..
i'll come back shoot ur balls off with my glock..
no ur body drops..
im spittin lyrical..
tearin-out ur ambelical-cord..
trappin u in a ford..
blowin it up just cuz i bored..
yo im out..
fuck watcha heard imma let no mc come close to me..
i'll fill ur heart with so much lyrical melodies..
watch ur 2 main arteries burst.
-=Phine Arts Crew=-
Novakane AKA Lazarus
(wasting the shit)
Steadily...THrowing Rhymes at Kids...
Most ain't in it to Live...
I hate when I Give...A High for a Mid
Next Raps...I got Dibs...Got Mics?
Well Let's Kick. Tell ya What.
I'll Rap. You can do my Adlibs!
shit that I'm repping
Listen to passion, don't sell ya soul, no matter the cost
is it phatter to floss and start to stack cheddar and frost ?
Iced out, but mic bouts are quickly shattered and lost, ya hype now
but time shall fade and so will ya name amongst the pride route
no way am i denying that rappin for money is wack or played out
but creative controll will take its own toll on ya soul and spray doubts
about ya own expertise, there's more to groupies and cameo's
pussy scenario, and car keys when ya crew be losing in burials
bullshit thugs, not knowin the ledge, only showin their gats
that's solely react on area-codes, hoes and throwin their sets
all I'm saying is keep it humane, when you wanna make it big
CEO's ain't gods nor dogs, so keep ya soul instead of wastin the shit
shit that im reppin...your response is slow..
no need for the second guessin...matter of fact get a blessin.. from the priest to learn
how to bless the track wit a passion, where
did wack kats learn how to rap? Spanish lessons.. the only fetish they have is having the nerve to ask dumb ass questions...
Midas is here for ya baby
"handicap on my behalf",
candy ass when I rap
reasons cats wanna bite
but they just end up sucking,
I brandish mics where I'm at,
no need for other weapons,
the arms on my body is the shit that I'm reppin