Topical Cypher...

slavery......


i slave a bitchy hoe when i crave makin videos,
sex trade i trade sluts for a witty hoe,
its too shitty but sorry bout your luck blondie....
i'll rip ya hole if you dont get the fuck on me,
you aint gettin shit but a missin tooth or two,
its a slave hit when youre induced..smoke it through..
i gotta team of them cocksuckers.. who fiend a rock buster
you can pay me or get ya fuckin jaw busted....

and tip well cus they dont recieve it...
and if you dont believe it ask her yourself...
"man hes fuckin serious"


you crack whips well i got you havin crack lips...
smash ribs of you pro slavery activists,
fuckin crackers are turnin out to be rap nerds, (whitey)
im brown but i feel for the half black and the black...word..
its slavery today but in a lesser form...
slaves work for minimum wage and T-4's...
got naggin bosses makin em do more than they should...
it turns into an all an out war in they hood,
its like....how many people you know work for practically nothin and have exactly what they make like its taxes or what man?
tell the truth i feel like a slave too cus i wake up every mornin and gotta play a tune..
smoke a ciggarette im addicted...a slave for the drug..
and man i gotta hot woman..ima slave for makin love,
grab a bottle and drink.. ima slave for the rum...
even cops are slaves too..see their face and i run...


so dont play it like blacks the only slaves..theres news fool..
cus history shows Egyptians made slaves of Jews too.....

next topic: Poverty.....

Poverty

Broke as a joke can't afford a laugh
my hope as been smoked georgious past
exploring things at ground level snoring
it's cold in this box and my life's boring
I might warn em hot sun might scorn em
I am poverty stricken and poeverty adores him




N/t...........................Wealth

one man stands in the middle..
does his thing a little...
to provoke the minds with the lines that burn holes in ya physical...
using subliminal to turn you criminal....
make you lose your individual.... in this evening ritual...
bringing you to heights never experienced...
building up to a high point like slaves building pyramids...
the diligence of this one is unmatched...
riding the bars like a train on the tracks....
creating the vibe... make others live with thoughts visualized...
deep inside his yearning keeps him staying alive....
then pass to the next man.....
like "dude, make them understand!"...
and this one procedes to intervene to rise even farther ....
takes it slow then speeds up till he talkin war like soldiers of sparta(do ya history)
no comma in the drama...
till his heart is fullfilled then puts in practice the saying of karma....
his partna... takes up the slack....
till his actions put emphasis on the effects of this habit...
three dudes in the cypher....
got that fire... like a mystical dragon.....
but what they lackin... is the foresight... to see what kinda punch this cocaine is packing.....

N/T....PHAROH OF THE EGYPTIAN TIMES..

HAIL THE GREAT..Journey Men Seek ME LIKE PYRA-MIDS..
DIVISED FROM MY FORTUNE THOUGHTS..CLEOPATRA Wife..She Births A Pair-of-KIDS
TO Follow In GREAT FOOTSteps..RULE AFTER ME..All This KINGDOM
So Calm..A Weary Village COULDNT Stand To the WAR I WILL BRING THEM
GOLD MASSES..Buried Through-Out Hundreds Of Tunnels..IM A Posed PHAROH
Take Any Woman..MY CHAMBERs Contain Hundreds..Hard LIKE-a BOSED-ARROW
I Call Upon Some Tarots..To Seek Out Future Lay-Awaits..And Avoid Demise
GUARDS PROTECT ME..To Destroy Attempts..Of Any Surprise Or Any DISGUISE
Taste-My-Wines.. First.. Im To Important TO DIE..ETCH MY FACE ON STONE..
No Need To ROAM.. This KINGDOMS HOME.. AND THIS IS MY THRONE..
BORN-ALONE..DIE THE SAME..BUT BURY ME Wit My Prized Possessions
I LIED.. TIME FOR Confessions!!
IM Off To War..I Need To COnquer Lands..AND Become A LEGEND...
......BUT TRICKERY!!..MY SON UNDERHANDS
..TAKES MY PLACE..MY WIFE..AND THIS IS WHERE MY Ledge_ENDS!!!


N/T.........1930's MOBSTER LIFE

iight aint nobody doin this so ima jus take a stab at it

im livin a thugs life makin all the rules bend
i jus blew up some dudes car cuz he spit on mah best friend
made his wife beg and plead cuz i got that kinda power
flushed his fish down tha toilet and hung his dog in tha shower
knife to his throat, stuffed some metal in his pocket
tied copper wire to his throat and touched the end to a socket
u gonna fuck wit me u catch it like it legal
have u neck deep in tah sand wit eyes pecked at by seagulls
toss bak cocktails at the bar nd still keep the gone steady
id tell u more of the story but i gotta go, the cokes ready

the death of ya best friend

A death is no less if it's someone unknown
But it bleeds when it's known, pain grown
Deep, seeing a friend in eternal sleep, you keep
Looking concrete eyed, your eyes watering the soil
Your soul steep & coiled over an avenging leap
So you mourn how your friend became a gang foil

Uh....N/T Cursing Plantations. :D

Cursing plantations
damned from man domination
in participation of this nations
unforsaken statements
placements of wars
greastest soilders waiting
patient for their death's
awaiting...

uh...N/T...................mokey business..

Monkey See MONKEY* Do..Repeat After Me You BABOON*..
You Dont Want No GUERILLA* warfare..So Dont Go There..Or Its On Like Sasoons(HA)
You Silly APE*..I Spectate.. You Dont Retaliate..
You CHIMPANZES*..Cant Stand Me.. So Stand By As I Dominate
I Feed You PRIMATES*..Fruits For Your Fruity Sake..ORANGATANGS*!!
Couldnt Match My Lengths..Even With Your ARRANGE-of-HANGS..

***..NOTICE ALL THE TYPES OF PRIMATES..DAMN IM GOOD..

N/T.....CEREAL(NOT SERIAL) KILLER...G/L..GET AT IT..

yo i got my bowl and my milk
my spoon steadily in hand
ready to attack my favourite brekkie brand
the stuff dont go quietly
crunch crunch till my throat tickles slightly
caught in my throat the little corn bits
shoulda put more milk this stuff dry as shit
the silent killer made as the cheerio flakes and captains
the breakfast clubs in full force ready to maintain
holdin their own in my throat insane cereal killers strike again

next topic goin down the hard road (lol listnen to hilltop hoods)

I grew up selling crack to fiends
Rocking black hoodys and black jeans
My back pockets carried stacks of green
Back when I'd carpet tack Christine
Used to keep like 30 sacks in canteens
I remember the exact routines...
The days I had to jack the machine
Growing up, a railroad track teen
Til one day somebody whacked my spleen
A cop named Zach McLean
Pushed me up against the racks, I leaned
Hands behind my back as I act obscene
Then the hard road 30 sacks at Fifteen....

N/T.... War With God

mine.

its a clash of the titans, stab right in the vitals
goin to a battle with gods is too suicidal,
i got a piece of the big man inside my head,
my brain functions then i think whos alive and dead
and whats worth fightin for? in life times are bright of cousre,
im not against war when fighting for a right of sorts,
its my subordinate clause...to unsubordinate laws
we only need 10...commandments of god..
and all who oppose the one chosen to speak of his word
get beat and observed by perverse gods in the third world war
when it happens it will...when disasters that kill its so nasty but still
and act of him...
we at war with a god we at war with ourself
cus cracks god and its bad for the health... word..

n/t = america

The land of the free and the home of brave
where the hand of the man still treat us like slaves
while this is best country for me to raise my seeds
if i knew of abetter place then i wouldnt hesitate to flee
cause this is a nation built by poor and enjoyed the rich
where most citizens dont have the basic health benefits
we are considered wealthy by other countries standards
this epidemic of homelessness and poverty is spreadin like cancer

im less than a paycheck from bein homeless today
and tomorrow and lookin better for me
so instead of doin nothin in this land of opportunity
i supplement my check by workin the streets
it aint nothin you can tell me to say im doin wrong
cuz at the end of the day i gotta eat