Ayo half these kids are actors, not factors.
Stupid as fuck, not built to be on the streets, like tractors.
God is something I cant articulate.
How can you go to hell for doing sins, when they say god controls ur fate?
I dont know but til i make it to that pearly gate, ima stay holdin weight...
like jenny craig is on my back.
All i have is me and my time, so i spark up a joint and a black.
Bottle of clear eyes, Axe spray, and chewin a tic-tac.
When guns go click clack...
Im duckin if i have a gun, but if i dont, then damn straight ima run.
If u think dying's fun, then go ahead and try to act bad with a rag
Only place you'll end up is in a fuckin glad bag cryin for ur mom or dad
It's sad, that people try to act bigger than they are.
People in the hood aiming high, so u better lay low if you'z a star.
We breathe the same air and bleed the same blood
But we arent the same people, you can end up in the mud
I dont care if ur 300 pounds
5 uzis, full clips, nigga... thats 300 rounds
Suppressed, so u wont hear a sound
Bury u in the ground, body will never be found

All cuz most people listenin' to rap
Wanna act hard.
But the truth is
They can only do that on a keyboard
or in their backyard.

If you really wanna be hard, listen.
Try to be peaceful, respectful, and know ur position.

9 People around you and you wanna fight
Lose your life, for not handling the situation right.
That's stupid, that aint tight.

Lose your life over pride.....

That aint gangsta, whats to be proud of?
What, That you died tryin to ACT tuff?

Be yourself and all you can be...
If not for urself
Do it for all the people who didnt have the chance to even see
Two-Thousand and Three.

http://www.mapreport.com/years/2003/d.html

One love, gone.

Off the top literally until my brain drops physically
hip hop is the epitome of toxicity, rock with me
feel the electricity when I drop, fuck publicity
I'm too hot, when I spit a key, do not try dissing me
i laugh at subliminals I hit foes specifically
keep your lips closed, you spread rumors like felicity
I'll have them lips drip slow like citgo, thats just how shit goes
sick flows are so rich like san francisco
I dance the disco with shells that sink slow, bingo
have you showing your true colors like a flamingo
this is just off the top, I dare you to bring it on to me
when it comes to punchlines you're the king of comedy
while my rapping status is sick, I'm all quality, I fashion a diss
a monstrosity, you have nice punches, but they all happen to miss
you lack facts and the wit, accurateness doesn't exist
when it comes to your shit, that's what a real accident is
these clips will have your entire face spilling
the only way you'll get famous is if you do your jump off from the empire state building
now that's coming off the top, on the block, I've gone off like a shot, long or not

is that towards me? or are u just spittin some rhymes off the top of ur dome?

Rhymes off the dome because you spit in in the cypher section. Definitely nothing towards a new user!

dudes just confused, some sites have cypher forums that are similair to our scriptures one

**keystyles and writtens get dropped in the "scriptures" section

"cypher" section here and on most other sites, is full of certain lyrical games really, ya find a thread u wanna write in and write a verse er a couple lines er whatever

With writers block I fight the clock before I write what's hot the night is lost
The next day Cee is high, the keys are fly til the weed say bye and the dealers dry
I tell ma ass relax pour a glass a Jack to smash a track alas its crack
At last im back but the bottles done, whats hot has run, whats fought for`s shun
Its not begun….

off the TOP-OF-THE-DOME, safety LOCK-ON-THE-CHROME,
BOMB-TEXTS that DROP on your HEAD like BOMBS-ON-YOUR-HOME
wonderin what to do make tracks or TALK-ON-THE-PHONE
I'm LOCKED-IN-THE-ZONE......and hip HOP-IS-MY-HOME.

fuck it I'll go again..

you'll be killin me twice...
Ill be stealin your life..
youd be killed in this fight..
while I'm drillin yo wife...
I'm probably wrong now cause you aint got one..
wish you could cop one,URGENT this virgin's got none...
at least you keepin it real aint sayin that you pop guns..
I rolls in this game like a phantom you a datsun..

Right now im on top and you cant stop me
I over come odds like Rocky
I piss in a pot you piss in a potty
Im spittin right of da top and my nose is snotty
This cold weather is takin its toll
My rhymes go in ya ear and breaka ya skull
I'll leave ya brain frazzled ya mind dazzled
Take pics of ya chick and send em to Razzle!

dont really see the point of this cypher u know
but well why shud i give up with diapers n hoes
fighters n flows snipers that grow to hate extra shit
riders n clothes hatin spiders n smoes fuck this i'm split

jus plug my flow into the socket,
im electric i can rock it,
i can shock it, bring the life back to the track, dont pause it,
mayhem, panic, i caused it,
step in the booth "goddamnit, awwwwwww shit"
hand out ls in the battles, leave em alllllll ripped...
the odds are tipped in my favor,
yall pussys work too hard like bitches' in labor.
and this shits in my nature...
im grindin up trees... gimme my paper...
im on a roll.... like toilet paper.

Slice my head open but keep it humble
Prayin to God that he wont let me stumble
Hated on so much its like i always fumble
Keep smart, be clever
Coz i never say never when im met with bad weather
Whether or not the feathers are hot
But the birds are still flying and dying like forever
Encase my brain with some toys i made
The pump action broke and it overheats when its sprayed
But thats okay, still gettin payed
for every muslim that carries a gun, cares for his son
but noticeably he still prays
But thats the game
complain and you'll find yaself in ya own grave.

shit i dunno i'm jst bein bored now
snorred how i'll have an applause now
clap fo me bitch controlin my gore now
my core pow stoppin flow like gore tex
river of water couldnt escape a poor mex

i dunno

There ain't a force yet that can shake this war vet/
Unlace a corset with the grace of Corvettes/
Spray your four-plex, but when my stanza ends/
I've got a thousand words worth more than a camera lens/
I can't pretend, its spoken art composed of flow and charm/
So hot, frozen bars set off smoke alarms/

Fuck a Cypher, i Body Bitches wid Ease
Leaveing Stiches in Threes if you Picking on Me
i Bare Arms, like Ripping mah Sleeves
while you all only have hot like 50 Degrees
Finger gettin Itchy so Freeze!