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4 BAR CYPHER

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ToNe1904:
Push rockz on tha blockz got wha u need in stock/
Gittin hot frum tha cops, gotta close up shop/
U was caught tryna plot, git tah see tha glock/
Hearda pop, body dropped, cus yo ass got shot/

'Illicit':
these inextricable rhymes of mine are hard to get/
4 lines are jus too much to make ya brain split/
complex situations narrated through what i spit/
sounds relieving at first but congealing ya spirit/

~peaCe~

ToNe1904:
Tha spirit of mah rhymez, buried deep underground/
U hear it time after time, fury seepz frum its sounds/
Sendin chillz up yah spine, severly freezin u clownz/
Dont awake sleepin linez, or lyrically be beatin down/

'Illicit':
anotha 4 bar cypher , addressed to all you haterz/
diss my clique or hate on me , we will leave ya fractured/
punish your actions so hard even felt by your ancestors/
u may think we playin but Melanin aint no amatuers/

~peaCe~

ToNe1904:
bout tah pop sum shit off, fukit.....

Melanin aint no amatuers? but rappin like rookiez wit no clout/
Whetha itz KINGz or by mahself, im takin these flunkie crewz out/
What i bring havin em tremblin, shakin, like a junkie no doubt/
Keepin it gangsta like Quik, im "Way To Fonky", n u out fah tha count/

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