Topical Cypher...

I'm jumping out the window for an opportunity
death threats, nightmares, all of em pursuing me
things change with the people around me
as a black man, I try to pick up a book and racist try to down me
try to hurt my feelings, triggering me to do crime like a nine
through catalogs, scriptures I've figured it through life's signs
lifetimes
a hell-like world that we living in
full of politics, the constitution and a whole lot of contradiction
all part of to put us in cells even if we dont got no priors of convicting in
fuck sentences, I'm trying to put a word out for the black youth to start listening

hell on earth is next topic, bring out your imagination

HELL ON EARTH
The fire burns as flame's tear threw societies transparent walls
Watching deamonic teens as they ingnite their downfall
ingulfed in the ways of the devil worshipers parise
as we suuffer for an enternity and 5 more days
Trapped in no way out as the flames attach to your soul
Living life by his judgement no where near your own control
Gunz explode, NuKe's are made, countries ablaze
Bringing democratic ways to their country of crazed
encaged in the rage as the wind can't control the blaze
If their's Hell after earth I'd simply be amazed

N/T...............................My shadows Shadow.

My shadows shadow has an almost haunting pigment
so dark and gloomy, missin a brain to think wit
no matter what i do, my shadow follows suit
but his shadow, god only know wut harm he'd do
i got into an altercation, 2 blocks from a pig station
me and my shadow hit his face, but his shadow started sprayin
unfortunately, tha shots were too loud and tha cops came
they thought i wuz nutts when i said my shadows shadow bucked them shots mane!

next topic - Facing a 10 year bid and still not snitching.

facing ten years but my lips stayin sealed
da cops try -N- break me but aint dat skilled
im holdin all the awnsers in my minds own eye
my momma in da court screaming why baby why
i just cant snitch i aint built dat way
you thinkin you can break me come -N- make my day
prosecuter steady tryin to hand me a deal
if i told you once i told you twice i dont squeel
mental evaluation tryn put presure on my mind
i told you mothafuckas i hold tight to dis dime
waighting for the verdict sittin nervous in my chair
guilty be the awnser court room full of dispair
the bailif leads me back too a little holdin cell
a shot rang out and i know somebody fell
in juss a couple seconds the door swang back
theirs my fuckin homie still holdin da mac
he said we need to bounce so im back on da prowl
and i still aint said a word from then till now.

NEXT SUBJECT:Best Friends Murder

The body a dark stained reddish brown, blue and turnin cold/
The smell of a rgid corpse as Rigor mortis takes hold/
My arms unfold, tears drop steadily/
I thought id be able to see but the sight dropped heavily/
three bullets hole, two thru each lung/
I slammed on the floor and to his arm i clung/
Words of his passing hit me too quick/
Thought he stayed clean but word was he needed a quick fix/
I quickly split, headed to the spot/
A Venomous rage entered my body fiendin my heart to stop/
Heard the knock, Police slowly entering the room/
This is the last hing my boy'd want before he reached his tomb/
i did what hed want and reached for my pistol/
heard bullets hit my flesh and heard my skin sizzle/
Two blasts from my right had people trippin and divin/
three more from the left lead my soul to continue strivin/
Still alive n' ready for action/
i pulled up the gun, and started unpackin/
The soul of my boy was unleashing his rage/
I went out like hed want, not locked in a cage

Kid didnt leave a Topic, so the topic is The rap game

so many fakes getting easy publicity wrtitn wack rhymes
like mike jones screamin his name like 100000 times
im sick of it and why is underground rap allways better
with are flows so sick its like we always under tha weather
but seriously comon the rap games a joke and pretty fucked
we write are ass of for nothing and in life are still stuck
record companys are blind and dont have a fucking clue
that rappers like us would be better who knew?
they never give us a chance and its really their loss
like snoop ya have tha pay tha cost just to be tha boss(snoop dogg album)
so many bad tracks iv heard and new rap is basically shit
i wish i could do something cause i aint havin it
back in the day everything that was wrote was all true
now its all about gunz and how gangstas gonna kill you
i say fuck the rap game cause it will never be the same
nothing you do wont pay off and get you no fame

Next Topic : Weak and Feeble.

my bad for not leaving a new topic

A Wise mans knowledge fills an aging brain/
Too bad theres too many young immature fucks in this game/
its the truth, can you bare it? Hiphop needs to grow/
If we raise the intellect We'll pierce society like an arrow/
A dagger, your stagger lacks the right swagger/
Need to gain knowledge or else be passed thru like an alure/
Your failure is only dependant on your expectations/
So if you really plan on Dancin on TV Stations/
Ya better be patient, recount your losses/
Plan a new life, Most likely hit up the steeple/
Cause most ya wack emcees are just too weak and feeble

Malevolent Theories

malevolent theories, fucked up conspiracies
Screamin voices in my head,
I'm screamin back but no one is hearing me
Walk around wit a helmet on my head like magneto
ignorin all the thoughts thats tryna catch me so
I'm on google search engine, tryna find a reason
I'm comin ^ wit these theories, my mind treason
Where are they comin from, what serves the purpose
Is anyone else seeing and hearin what i hear on this surface?
Im havin constant thoughts of hurtin u kids
Servin my bid as a mad man, how long can i live

next topic: Sadistic feelings

i got sadistic feelings im sick id done ran thru 2 bottles of pennasilen
my mind racin homicide voices whisperin how they want me to kill him
i cant take it smoke pcp to numb my feelings
yeah now im ready machete to his nogan give em a quick rest or screws thru his eyes let em live until his sadistic death
or grab a paper bag put a shotty 2 his head and charge him for every breath
im on tha right side of things so his mind get blown to tha left
im gunnin 4 u dawg switch his eyes wht his nipples tellem to watch his chest

next topic-deseart island

Surrounded by land engulfed in the suns scorching heat
equilvent to day spent wandering in Hell with a sweater
As I search for food I begin to dig deeper than deep
To hide my burning body from the days weather
One cactus provideds little water as I crack it open
Seeing that this will be all thats on my stomach for now
To get out of this desert Island I'm hoping
Yet I have to figure out HOW

NT...........................Refreshing thoughts

my heads full of shit, it hurts, i cant think....
need to clear my mind, before i begin to sink...
need nice things to think, like fast cars and girls...
yeah... thats better, now i see a brighter world...
i see a battle, i won.. i see an end to all guns...
my most refreshin thought... the birth of my son...

jus a keystyle

next topic - the world of modified cars

i shop and buy cars, customize and modify like girls growin into there braws
i takem on tha road put tha pedal to tha floor push tha button n inject tha noss
im in a firebird ,a hummer,robin red porche watchin tha girls grill as i mean to flauss
take a trip to japan ,ur neighberhood candyman pushin like Ross crusin thru ina hoverin van
riden ova tha waters so i wont get soaked i gota car slash boat modify tha like when i cook tha coke
i gotta orange citrus lamborghani tha i use when i serve tha feins see and i modifyed to dissapper when tha jakes is here call it houdini
tha strange world of modyfied cars when u got doe its easy....

Next Topic --ur own demise

ill go out wit a bang, fist clutched tight around that thang
have the s.w.a.t. team on my ass like i was a whole fuckin gang
shoot rockets at shoping mall wit pregnant ladies in it
throw a baby stroller off a bridge...wit a baby in it
mix some coke wit a cola, screamin bitch ima soldia
become a pimp in rawanda hope that i catch ebola
play wit used seringes while i start riots with commies
while i get hit wit shells like i was in a tsunami
im goin out mah way, hopscotch on tha highway
die wonderin why the fuck we park in a driveway
and drive on the park way, shit im goin fast nd wont a single soul miss me
stumble to the warehouse that holds more then jus ratchets
go head on to feds liek a drunk inspector gadget
ill start poppin and lockin, ill b poppin feds droppin
as they droppin they poppin, i get hit but aint stoppin
run up to the corner store and the clerk gets a hollerin
ill drink my final drink cuz foods not worth botherin
chug tha choclate milk and that clerk is still hollerin
fuck im dead, but not from bleed.....im lactose intolerant