Topical Cypher...

Evolved & making a new way... A creation made for this day
Waiting for feds to bust in, and bullets to Richochet....
Take my newest invention. its what the government needs
Not realizing, they're only taking what another man breathes.
Fuck the law, im going all out for mines, revenge is a must,
My Mad ways force me to keep new trends in the dust....
Thoughts and ideas locked in my brain, only for notes,
If it wasnt 4 corruption, i wouldnt have killd myself slowly w/ dope.

Next-Topic: The kiddie pool Massacre

i was in the kiddie pool and was mad at this city school
never thought that i'll have t swim in this shitty pool
so i grabed an nife and began punctureing the sides
poored out the water and tiped over the kiddie slides
no more swiming no more strides,i left that day after 5
im laying in my bed thinking about the kids fun i deprived

pfft 5min

two trains running

Two trains running as they try to go where they desire
Follow the tracks, no need for a map, destination inspire
Heading toward each other and theres no way out
So the passengers just start to scream and shout
We all try to save some people lives quickly
But the two trains, people died ever so sickly
Sights and visions are now in my head
Thinking of the two running, I'm better off dead

N/T....As paths meet

out on the street, wearin the blue flag, rockin the crip beat, the crips and bloods paths meet, blood on the street, pull the glocks out, bitch there is no clock, the last ones standin, the hits that are landin, this shit went down cuz dealin, cap'd shorty in the leg, throw salt on the bitch he beg, when paths meet, things get handl'd out on the street, gun to gun, son to son, we all the same, we follow different things, ka-ching ka-ching, when i kill one i'm makin money, look at the cat phoney, when i c em, the paths meet, i come up not scared, pop one to the left, then the big gun is up to seth, last week blew up the lab of meth, this shit is messed, when paths meet the river of blood flows the street.

N/T : who u Repn'

They sayin throw ya hoods up im dow nto rep mine/
Represent the people who always by my side/
Catch me when i slide, be sure to never drop me/
thats why i got love for the people on my block B/
The party never stops son, always the bottles tippin/
Southern comfort hundred proof and jd is what we sippin/
Livin life like pimps kid, these are my fuckin friends/
From beginning to the end, middle school to the Benz/
So who the fuck im reppin for, its all about these/
Crazy White Boys who stay laying evil seeds/
So i throw my hood up for my brothers riding true/
Fake ass bitches that try to kick it with my crew/
get quick clipped and get left alone and hungry/
Friends and Family are the only cats im givin money...

N/T Somone telling you you cant make, just quit

WTF...topical is a emotion grabber vocab expressing, metaphorical showdown not no gangsta rap shit...lmfao. HERBS!.

Cant Make It!
words meant to hurt
and words meant to break.
One's dreams and emotions,
bedazzling the victims fate.
torched and burned,
scorched and yearned.
left in the mits of satan,
to never make it to learn.
liquidations drip,
and tap of the ground shoulder
cornered and teared,
cutting wristages, feelings getting colder.


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Around the corner here she comes!

alright fag .... eat it...

Walking, headphones slammed in my ears/
On a steady path, the same one ive been for years/
Wake Work Eat Sleep, always the same routine/
Fakes twerk imaginations into the totally obscene/
Ive had this gut feeling, been having it for awhile/
and everytime i close my eyes i see a silhouette of a smile/
This whisper in my mind keeps telling me its fake/
Yet my mind keeps on racing and my heart starts to ache/
This butterfly keeps hitting the nerves, nervously twitching my gut/
Drinks try to solve it but then keep getting stuck/
A reflection off a window casts the smile of my dreams/
I try to find where its coming from just then my headphones fling/
I see her through a window, and my body turns so numb/
My brain shuts down as around the corner here she comes....


N/T the fucking word Herb..where im frm Herb is ganja man... Netthugs are fucking cool bro...

^^
lmfao..ok ill match you witha GANGSTA FLOW and HERB yes it means GANJA but in lamensce terms means new means fresh which means your a noob!.


I plant seeds in the back, check my swag and my walk.
watch as my posture swerves and slurs like the way i talk.
dog bust it...
Potent smelled henessey, aliza'd remedy
potential HIGH felonies, singing bob marley melodies.
Buffalo soldier...walking this earth
as i sing songs of freedom frim my own HIGH horse.
torch the paper fuck the plastic, metatropical cancer
On full blast from this herbal essence of MANOR.

Bloody Gore

Hear the music, I stray from the beat,
the notes catch my tune raging in heat.
Utter glance, I take a gr8 luck @ chance,
its something damn, my brains fuckn damnd,
Take the hard way out, in a dark grey route,
Soon i noticed how easy, my heart came out.
Fallin beneath my feet, i hear something roar,
its just me mumbling, under a bloody gore.....


Next-Topic: Sarahs-Quill or (Seraquil).

as sarah strokes her pen over the page hoping to make a message
she realizes writing is her quit, shes has timed weekly sessions
she can make words appear out of thin air she can do it nice
and when she starts to write, that whore can do it right

n/t retirement

did you just say there is no key to the bible? I can't be shot, if your one of them you already know that. There's no use in talking to me like that. Look in revelations theres the word key written in there a few times, so are you saying that the god that you believe in had a false prophecy written about a key in revelations? I don't want to explain it like this but, there are keys/legends on maps of globes and if our reality was mapped there would be a key for it. and don't even say there isn't a god because the first particle of outer space couldn't have appeared by itself, thats impossible. So what do you have to say now?

so who is going to ask me for the key or are you all aliens or something?

saka the on dominated this battle

Withered and wasted writtens, hidden with gifted and hateful women,
A lust for giving an ungrateful sinning, overcomes the taste 4 living...
Retired as weeks run higher, evil lurks and tosses out decietfull pilots,
Runnin game to impeach the violence, i seek to just breathe in silence.
Sought out, to find destiny's pattern through densitys havoc,
Retired and forgotten............................The rest it be magic.


N/T: Celestial's-Fire

i was bless by the flame, anything in its domain shall be slain
before i came, intellect in the rap game has been watered down by rain
microphone romancer, rhythm enhancer, i forge freestyles with fire in each and every stanza, killin niggas like cancer, in the studio i seduce like private dancers.


.... gotta go im late for class n/t intuition

Step. Breathe. Take caution at all costs,
Behind walls, eyes watchn the halls...
Playn the part, mischevious, and lonesome,
Hit or miss... My intuition's grown-some.
Around the corner, past the corridor,
Race fast, graspin to take the corners off.
fuck this... Im living, no one denyin it,
My intuition is above and beyond pilots...
Off with the notion of provokn thoughts,
My way has guided me to be alone in forts...
I rome and sought, what the devils tossed,
My intuition has ended at the rebels force...


Next-Topic: Melody's Memories