Cypher

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everyday grime cypher prime time pantomime I begin to climb underneath your skin got your attention
making spittin' my mission no competition with permission made a decision
I'm the literal definition in a position to kick and kick addiction hit and missin' wishin' well quarter dropped in a well watching'' ass kissing
let me go and redo and drop it hot, not unless you were God would you I understand the plot that you could not stop now that your on the spot I forgot
before I drop the-the bomb here the siren on the intercom, like napalm in Vietnam, Islam insane Sadaam I don't give a fuck go run and tell you mom about all my affairs in the Viet-kong no good morning media put you in the wrong
from darkness to dawn I belong to the light every verb noun every sentence that writes
there is no repentance that I just might get you struggling to kick to fight
so the hype is that your hustling with the bustle
chicken keep with repetitions​. My perception​. Must I mention don't need aggression get you out of this depression
I am your king Tudor adding a new dimension to explore
From shore to shore becomes a chore mopping you fools up off the floor
poor me another story beat me down defeat me or clown on you
I turn it back a round seeing stars hearing birds in the background​
Alright heavy weight going pound for pound so profound i was crowned

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KingTudor
Member since February 28 2016

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