Cypher Entry

put yo hands up (repeated and increasingly louder)

put ya fuckin hands up

 

put’m up high clearly where I can see

so I can see who exactly is an enemy

I haven’t heard one like this

tell you the story behind my eyelids

take you even further through such a fuckin trip

no street mentions or detalles

 

this rhyme is

my first entry to the cypher here to win it

thought to myself if they listen will they wet their linen

cuz I literally have so much written if I had more equipment

the production quality be a whole lot different

I literally just rapped on laptop and a cell phone

masturbation status on my own

some real shit

 

When I begin to write I first let my real soul to kick in

take over the body by the end of the writing I can read a new language

where is it taking me its like I can’t sleep

been up for 24 hours now and can go 7 more easily

there’s something about the air now a swift drift breath in the breeze

subconscious bully hearing the rest inspires me

to bring competition to well they know exactly

makes me wanna dim it down

to burn things up so y’all can vote for some crown

ight so here we go now

 

my vision of the results of my pursuit

fuck suits but zoots

what suits

this man better than the fucks he does’t give and a pair of new shoes

a truce?

truth spews

boost I use

still screw sluts askew

after their swoon

even if I’m a douche

 

not to bash through believe it but to have you conceding

sounds a little too brash so conceited

I even want the sing a lingers lost while they’re still reading

in the dark rewinding over and over just to hear this

if production quality is all I need imagine the beats after my destruction

once I gain full control of that function who will I fuck with?

assumptions