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keystyle cypher...(bring it hot)

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.:DayGoStyLz:.:
Shit I could squeeze-tha-nine, AlerG's-are-crimez/
But fukit ill still come thru and sneeze-a-rhyme/
Like Im 'Lock' I freeze-tha-"Time", fast forward, but im "Blockbuster"...so "Please-rewind"/
Start over, spit again...gimme sumthin real-to-hear/
My wordz...stray bulletz, aimed fah yah head but peeled-yah-ear/
I feel-tha-fear when steppin through dreams on Elm-Street/
Open yah eyes to survive, not lettin yall screams overwhelm-me...

OLD ACCOUNT PLZ DELETE INDY:
Suffering from insomnia, coz this skill formulates over night.
Die in my sleep on the plane, knocked out during the flight.
As i travel abroad, to face my fans on tour i phase out.
Thinking that i might fuck up, and my career get played out.
Gotta keep on fighting the war, if its one that you've lost.
Rub away your fear, like decay on your teeth with dental floss.
I pray to my mental mosk, in my head i found a place to worship.
I think my shits tight, and on audio i aint even heard it.
Off the tongue i create ripples, leave you drowing in lyrics.
Estein found it hard to keep up with me, let alone with physics.
Congratulations to the many a few who gotta labelling contract.
I pledge my talent on the line when i spit, and i just got some back.
Earnt my wager, to settle my debts with my family.
We aint close, not like we have to be.
But dayum what happened g.
Everything was alright once a apon a time, so long before rapping.
Emcees surrender after seeing me reherse, or panty crapping.
Reign be everlasting, fight these cannibals from my throne.
They eat away at they're own respect, put down the phone.
Wait aminute i fucked up and didnt add the word mic.
Your all women, i'll say that to, and confuse these dykes.
Whats my level of skill like, how were not mentally-aquainted.
Half these emcees aint got bitches, they always sexually-frustrated....

Reef:
the bitch sexuall frustrated, she need to be carstrated/
sedated in the bed stabbed wit insturments created to cause death/
so whats next? can i get any iller in the cyper?/
you tryin to decipher the emcee from the ghostwrtier/
when in reality, you aint findin no biter/
i got an album on the way/
shit on my chest i need to say/
a cople of mind games i need to play/
you cant keep me at bay/
im like fuckin AIDS, i'll never go away/
stay spittin, shitten and lickin rhymes till my dyin day/
quickenin with every time, every rhyme i spray/
drop a quater or a dime, put ya mind in gear/
fear fear cause fear is the only thing i see clear/

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My homie dropped harder shit than tyson//
Street fighter like byson// Pollitically correct like cryton// (1)
Im wet, the rest dry son// All the biters try some//
My lyrics cause side effects like od'in on tabs//
I'll elevate your status like a lift// Empty clips n mags//
Permanent heat, i dont take shifts// Made myself heard//
You flew on my scene, to sooner fly off it like a bird//
Teeth yellow like lemon curd// This shits absurd//
Not even blazin squad got shit on me//
Shit garage emcee's, aint "crossin" with me//
You use my work, like im floss to ya teeth//
My rehersal finished and won it, you stay in your seat//
For your benefit only, something you get rarely//
ET and me got aquainted, but his intel over mine?... barely//


(1) - Cryton is an intelligent robot on an english programme called "Red Dwarf" - look it up for more information.

*Keep this poppin'*

.:DayGoStyLz:.:
jus a lil info yall...a cypher is supposed to be where, u start...where the last person left off. Not just spit any ol thing. Summa yall already know, so dont trip...this aint to u...lol Peace

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