Topical Cypher...

I say fuck bush,
he's the Cheeks around the tush,
i say fuck bush, he's the wetness in the Pus,
Like the terminator winnin the election...
a dumb career move, lik oj bein aquitted is dare any justice?
human emotion, compressed, to yo apprentice,
bush is a toilet, cuz he a piece of shit,
an if i had a chance ill make him eat his words..
.............by layin my Pus on his lips..


next topic: Die Bush!!

i'mma kill, spill for real, steel , give out the deal to hit knock off that bitch bush/
i make him kiss the ground kiss my ass, and if he don't then it gon be click and blast/
he was young he went to fast, even tho i ain't american i'm canadian i still wanna kill this bush mofo/
cause don't nobody know what we fightin fo'/
what is with the war no more this monster should be killed/
stop the deploy quit the search and destroy sadam is dead/
bin laden is dead, pop pop staight in the head/
what kinda hero kills another person that doesn't deserve to die/
stop the tears no more mothers to cry/
and in times like these i wish george bush would just die.
topic: assasinating bush

man bush?
im the white house new resident
fuck dat nigga, time to kill mr. president

sendin troops to no mans land he mak me sick
if i saw the nigga walkin, man i'd bust his shit

its a must that we get a new leader
bring clinton back assassination of bush, time to bleed bra

i think its time that i D.C. snipe this katt
white people man...he settin yah kidds back

but i'll set him back wit two to his dome
i den told the muthafucka he get hit wit chrome

its like he walks out of the buldin, right now he still livin
then goes to hug his children, at that point my trigga peelin

then he goes to sign a paper, sorry dog see you later
he grabs the pen my trigger squeese to kill tha hater

topic: what happened to hip hop?

what happened to hip-hop it was real then it flip floped
it got so fake its like the new day star track
instead of talking clingon there talking that bull
now inercity kids start dressing like them like its cool
"Hey! lets play gansters!" "I'm 50 cent!" " I'm the Game!"
but guns are real so is genocide this shit is a shame
they're mentallity dont fuck with me
im thugged out (clingon) like Tupac (Warck)
am i the only one that sees this shit
Street Wars (star wars) need to stop
this episode i pray can come to an end
this shit gets real its like watchen little kids
they playing house "im the mom!" im the dad!"
"im the thug!" "im the drug dealer!" this shit is sad
and thats where hip-hop went
everyones playing a character not worried about raps only about image

fuck hip-hop until it becomes real again

n/t im uh delivery boy
hahaha

it was eleven o'clock... and i was out deliverin' food
it was cold outside... i was shiverin'... dude
walked to the door... as I started to knock
she opened it up... and startled my cock
she had sexy brown eyes... and a light tan
right then and there... i pictured her for a night... man
with the right plan... i tripped as i walked in
the pizza all over the floor... knew i was ready to talk then
before i said anything... im standin' there with my dick out
she's lovin' the taste... and im lovin' her sick mout (mouth)
Everything I wanted... she just kept sendin' me joy
Yours sincerely... the delivery boy

n/t : your wife caught you cheatin. she kills you.....

cocked locked and loaded, her glock rocks and she's pissed
caught me fuckin her sister, she let of 30 but missed
hit the bitch, she was helpless, pussy filled with fist
this is sick she screams as she gets off some more
she dies havin an orgasm but it was only number four
my wife starts screaming and blinds herself with tears
now she shootin up the room, i duck under the bed in fear
"hunny" i say, "its only the first time this year"
"be reasonable".... "naw fuck you" she screams
she looks under the bed and puts one right in my head
aww how the fuck can i be rappin... im already dead

Next Topic: If every one cared about the world

If they did we wouldn't see voilance en masse
See it isn't classy seeing animals live crassy
Blast he who shuns & disagrees & kill he who agrees
AS the world would never be a better place, sprees
of death accentutated by meth--takers blessed
In thier stressed form representing society truthfully
If everyone cared--world wouldn't be dying so ruefully

N/T: In the enemies web.

the enemies web, a list of lies
thinking war was honorable, just screams and cries
pleas for help, kids needing food to grow
aint got nothing but skin, and the will to go
on like nothing happened but it did
and its a pain we fed, we let it prosper and flow
now enemies try corrupting 3rd World
but im invincible, a true messiah
The real king is here, incorruptible, in a world of empty prayer

topic: in the enemies web

heres life... confused and bruised
constantly ran over... used as shoes
a dude and noose... and hes strugglin' so hard
not to give up... but has been left with no heart
he has too many scars... his memories dead
he jumps off the balcony... in the enemies web

n/t : a tribute to pac

topic: tupac tribute.
tupac was the black jesus and i know why god wanted a guy like him in heaven/
but he shoulda neva gon that way/
sometimes i wonder if he could still be alive tryin to stay out the game/
they did say he wanted outta the fame/
but his fans miss him/
and if he really alive we wish him a happy life/
and if he dead then we wish him a happy after life/
we will all be in the arms of god one day you dig me/
and when that day come we'll all be smokin weed and drinkin champange with tupac and biggie
next topic: just some good old gangsta shit

twoniggas in the front two niggas in the back
on some old gangsta shit rollin in the cadalac
ya'll is some wanksta's shiiit, you know its true thats a fact
tall tee; red, fitted, and bandana black

when we gangsta we movin
disruptin life spans when duelin
64 impala black, double duece we pump two em

we so hardcore, like kidnappin yo child
over a dime sack, you smoked in yo black and its mild

lyrical linguistics isay i feel no empathy
when i'm murderin a wanksta who dont mean shit to me

when im gettin crazy wit tha mystery
supression of my feelings makes gangsta history.

Topic: in the ghetto

in the ghetto... the strugglin' never stops
to NYPD... you punks ain't clever cops
in several spots... bodies found chopped behind stores
the evidence washed away... no way to define more
in the ghetto... woman livin' on the side of trash cans
right in new york... and no way to take a back plan
its no act man... nobody sleeps at night
close your eyes... dream about the creeps with knifes
its hectic here... watch ya necklace disappear
in the arms of a gangsta... the bitch faces fear
once the strip joint is over... the purses get snatched
if the bitch fight... its reverses into attack
its a curse of acts... that'll never be seen stopped
cuz in the ghetto... even bitch ass cops can be glocked


n/t : brain damage

What's this? Severe accident followed by a metal plate/
Seems like I'm floatin yet sinkin, products of a vegitative state//
Speech, moblilty, concious thought....each one seems elued/
from the second it happend, skull cracked, bleedin and drainin brain fluid//
It seems like I can hear, yet the words for no familiar consenates/
I know that I'm thinkin, but can't feel it, what the fuck happened to conciousness?//
Refractin light, reflective touch, unresponsive, can't manage/
Dead weight, dead? not positive, products of brain damage//

n/t: what it's like...walkin along the Stix(river in/of Hell)

that was a very well thought out verse... i liked it

Styx a river of hate and constant contemplation
no one crosses that river, so much misconception
Charon crosses the river of woe, bounded in death
Acheron swirls, woe behold, founded by believe
but nobaody cares, and nobody hears
screams of pain, but every1 has unlistening ears
so such was styx formed.... a river of hate and tears

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