Guns & Drugs CYPHER

[Geno]

eyo yo eyo

guns, knives, sluts, dimes
im representing whats mine -one time
of course we all need, fourties and raw weed
enough coke'll turn you into a car thief
rhymes hit harder than concrete, %100 complete
but theres no more ecstasy, so pass the crystal meth to me
enough LSD and PCP to make a nigga feel sleepy, and a bitch feel freaky
fuck passin out, pass the stout, faster now
the X'll make you shake ya ass for hours, and these crack hits will unmask a coward
...if your feeling what im speakin about
then crack a blunt and reach in ya pouch
let the fucking evilness out, twist the cap off whatever your drinkin'
knock the cops out n' never get left in the precinct
if police think the streets belong to them, thier wrong again
so grab a bottle of gin, hit the bong again -hold it in as long as you can
until the crack rock dissolves in your stem, fuckin' totally dude
i dont know if its true, but im rolling in blues
i popp'em in two's and chew'em til' im properly screwed
who ever agrees, has to follow my lead
grab a full fuckin fifth, and drink until the bottles empty

[Camp Bell]

making moves, the spot hot maybe
shady dudes wit crock pots baking
taking fools, glocks cocked, crazy
fakes and jukes when cops start chasing

[Dove Dozer]

drop flows and stop shows
in the street I pop holes
in your chest bro until the hottest glock's cold,
don't fret son - lock it and load,
I talk to much bitch yeah I'm cocky I know

[IamBenT]

Cock the hammer till it locks, you stammer, stop and blabber
Know the shot's the adder bout to make you pop your bladder
I'm off the ladder, fuck a hook, the eagle keep a sucka shook
I flame the coca base, that's the only way you see a brotha cook
I tame the chocha, HEY, Barrel's blaze away at any jacker
You couldn' touch this change if you was a local Chase penny stacker
I seen plenty rappers bluff the steel, fake the tough appeal
Turn bitch and tears burn lids when the cuffs is real

[J C]

Forty-fo pointin at yo window
thats what happens kiddo, when you give us your sht
When you drop, ill slit yo throat cus thats it
and let you soak in your own blood
thats what you get for liven are hood
but you didnt think I would
but I did it cus I could
All it takes is one seed
to start a entire empire built off of greed
Its all because of the weed

[Jah Homie]

You be trippin scheming to run up on me
I'm slice you open, you can watch your autopsy
The crew, the street, the block can pour forties
the liquor dilutes the truth makes you see poorly
I stash a auto with bullets that lash dice brothers thinner than hash,
we breakin' out like a rash burning raw holes with cash and hammers that mash,
the impression left will last like diseases processed in the past and the man wearin' black,
leave the block basin' on the crack while we buildin' up a stack and checkin' for the taps

[patrown]

Twenty hits a two-five now im driven like a demon
Top down-no cops out - copped hollow rounds im feedin
In fullclips when i cruize lit up like a christmas tree
Sniffin a bucket a paint - drinkin ya moms listerine
Fingertips blistering- missing scenes - blacked out methods
Coked up on meth x. And K , sniffin chopped up old testament

[Dagel is a biter]

Emptying clips, a slippery kid entering bliss,
jittery fits, my pistol brings me tenderly zen.
Winter's abyss, the clever guy who never minds,
center shifts, it festers inside and forever binds.
Better times, it fills a brain with thrill and pain,
pleasure shines, pills masquerade my ill shame.
Tilt disgrace, listen to news about children in crews,
kill to change, drilling screws into mills and schools.
Filled with booze, heroine and blow to impair the woe,
still amused, tearing through stone like bear in bone.

[PancakeBrah]

I'm sipping in slow-mo.
My personal Whiskey-A-Go-Go.
Tipping on fo-fo's. Rust with no chrome, though.
Fucking with no hoes. Searching for something so soulful
in a empty bottle. I'm stuntin' like Frodo.
Rags to rags story, comfortable Bonobo.
Hobo swag playing Klonoa for dolo.
(I don't know what for dolo means).
I've got polos, jeans. From high school.

[C Raw]

My complex arms stretch killa small threat in 1 sec.
Wana bet? Im on PCP running through easy street holdin heat
Quick on my feet so any beef i will defeat and reach to delete
Just rapping for no reason mixin adderal and alcohol im bound to fall
Pass the ball and dunk on you hoe niggas im a legend after all

[Sho Money EMG]

When the gat blast off this mate? This Kat has lost his face
Proving hes twofaced he get a taste of his own meds when i Backstab all these fakes

[KwaL!ty]

bullets Fill your Body Cavity im the dentist that could make your guts swell!
when it comes to pistols im an italian chef! that only cooks stuffed shells
the Moss catch more people then Randy did when i sprey boats of clips
when it comes to the Burgh i cut the back over! to have ppl lay over Pitts
my whole click run with bunners! fuck Taylor we the Ratchet Gang
this like whats Raunchy hoes fuck! you'l all see this Ratchet Bang

[e11even]

The Duke of hazards- puke n' laughter, amused in rafters
Subdued the dude inside n' let loose this bastard...
Clueless as usage refuses the lewd be captured... I lose it!
Percs n' happy juice unscrewed this hue, contrasted...
Fear n' loathing, ratchet holding n' hatchet toting...
Dispatching the hatching tadpoles floating in my bath, at last the dragon approaches...
Made of magic. No way a hatchet could slay this faggot! I'm hoping
This next zanny bag comes with a fanny pack of flame throwers, swords n' opiates...
Fuck! I can't swing in the open on this ocean of flames... I hope I hit!!

[High Voltage]

Ayo, I'll smoke a Bitch!!
Don't approach the itchy grip on the trigger.
You'll be a scratch and sniff.
Scent is death. Prize is a decomposing figure.
Sink or Swim? I'm a swimmer.
You'll just wither at the shore.
I'll smack a bitch ~n~ Smash his liquor cabinet door.
I'm the inhabitant of a score.
~n~ I cover the point spread.
I got joints ~N~ needle legs.
Tripping like i follow the Greatful Dead.
Bitch i'll spray you full of Meds.
It's a Code Red. I'm the Doctor.

Come get shot sir.
Bring your Bitch! I'll just grab my sack and sock her.
Nah, They don't live long and Prosper.
It's not a bother to Tag'em.
Call me the Heroin Hero!! Shooting Marijuana Magnums.
See my Buds? I grab them by the throat ~n~ extract T.H.C.
Fuck Love!! i deliver TENDER HATE ~N~ CHAOS to your family tree.
Can It really Be?
That it was all so simple then.
Now i gotta Kindle My Pen.
Snorting Lines of Ink, on the brink of zen.
I'll wink at the end, After getting high in the beggining.
Cooking drive-by Kitchens.
To be Crystal clear, I'll make you smoke Meth,
Till your Teeth start missing.....

[e11even]

... the point
this missile is hissing
the size of a thumb thimble and spinning,
rifling the mechanism its given,
to, when fired, hit em.
i'm a hired hitman. a fired gymnast.
i flip out everywhere now. no bullshittin.
this 40 will knock ur underwear down. no missing.
no pissing. this is not the contest for u bitches.
ones misting? pink all over the island... in his kitchen.
these mona lisas hit harder than a sonny liston.
listen. u hear it? its time for you to get dismissed.



one. POW.

[FR33KtheG33K]

dismissing the living bring them forth, cease their exsistence
glare, got a cold killer stare confess with these writtens
i'm a general, playing the trenches, this war zone that i live in
has me thinking militant, like a NAVY seal on covert missions,
post traumatic stress, american citizen yet i live - in a battle
these extended magazines like i put in a cheatcode for unlimited ammo
drown my sorrows in the liquor, hennessy black, and the smirnoff
mad at the world because i'm stuck in the trap like a bear paw
blood smeared walls in vacant apartments, homeboys that took the stand
HAZMAT chemical warfare attire over the stove while im cheffing grams
click-ka-BLAM, no fighting - roll up the exquisite female strands, and light it
quick money, a light flip - thats what turns me on, ima light switch.

[e11even]

I bite tits on the right shit.
I mic hit, shit lights wicks i'm timed with.
but she blows like a 'mite stick
molly got me right, strap in the right fist.
made me erect. pussy and a light stick.
wave this 9 like a light saber.
one gun butt'll give this faded cat a taper.
no capers without it, turns vacant a location thats crowded.
"shut up so we can fuck" capped with protection but the safe is a downer.
so i'm on fire firing loads. e got us on flowers.
mario's fire she blows, i spit out cum towers around her.
fighting the power of puss ta maintain the high on the powder.

[High Voltage]

i`m higher than a tower. these are dier hours.
i set fire to three diffrent illegal flowers.
feeling regally empowered.
the beast in me won`t cower.
i hover over a bag of dope.
go to sleep on a slab of coke.
with my eyes open and a light that strobes.
taking blue dolphins on strolls.
bitch i`ll shoot the boston globe.
i`m sick! coughing gold.
i`m the shit. bathtub concoctions in a toilet bowl.
boil it slow! no brown shit on the edges.
i could tell you 22 stories on 44 ledges.
but i`m bout to explore a strand of weed fused with lemon wedges.....

[illergicreaxion]

lemon wedges...
got that embalming to dip my benson hedges...
forever stemmin til my throat looks like contraptions for pez dispension...
resurrection... sniffin white off the top of my collasal sized...
refrigerator cuz simply player it's nostril height...
stopping my brain from firing so long its feeling fossilized...
this not something my boss'll like...
when i show up 2 hours late...smelling greg geraldo-like...
and dressed like a macauley caulkin-type... awkward dyke...
dont know where i am everything looks all alike...
pitch black in the corridor... complainin the hallway light is awful bright...

[theMuzzl3]

Guns, knives? Fuck that slippery shit...
When you can get yayo off the internet.
Why bicker over play-doh and fake omens,
when flickers may hover over your den.
Complete bullshit, fighting over weed:
when it gets planted by an inviting seed,
give time for plans, and get over it whenever
it does not pan out... Mac 10's and AK47 are never
necessary for man to stack sevens and seek heaven.

[High Voltage]

Guns and Drugs Cypher,
22's and Crack Pipes.
Gun and Drugs Cypher,
Shootin at you cuz i'm that high.
That's right, ..Pistols and Intoxicants.
I'm on 44 Klonopins..
Room's gotta spin.
Me and my Shroom Popper friends are all in.
Double Barrel Twins... Trouble scatters when,
.. I get bombed, and pull the pin....

[AndyHiro]

Niggas don't wanna face off.
I be on that level A raw.
Cleaver leave yo face off.
Or level you with d AR.
I born in section 8 blocks.
Where them collars stay popped.
Dealers sellin rocks in big blocks.
Wrong colors gats just may pop.
Most my brothers behind bars.
All these bitches are way soft.
Fuckers just hide behind bars.

[Pharaohs Army]

i might rhyme "phonetic perspective" in my next verse
my neck hurts
from clashing with titans who mash on the type-pad
i experimentally quan'ify light years
i'm right here
a consultant,who stands on the pulpit judging if the fight's fair
the mic's there i grab it filling the vaccuum
rapping about life's philoso phies-although i don't have to
i have two-
-questions to ask you-
-one
depends on the other
i've-been defending my brother
from roof tops warning when it's too hot frm undercovers
shop's open. when rivals poke in? another slaughter
.another orphan from a son or daughter
cuz daddy wanted All of it
and be cuz of this?,i didn' even take his wallet off
stuffed a 20 in 'is mouth 'fore they called the cops!
thread revival
yo speakin' about dead rivals
i Hope They Red They're Bible!
leave they hoods lookin'like SaiGon
when the fight's on we turn your lights off cuz you fight soft&i'm Gone..

[e11even]

My rhymes slice like Tapion... was happy gone.
But the path this class is on got me substituting happy songs
for war cries of battle squads, downing weed n' caviar.
These Magikarps keep dragon on the path of matadors,
till the bull has had it all, n' lets them have a horn.
I'm bored as fuck... the board was fun... I have a roar.
But since I'm back I won't relax... I'll have at it more.
two calicoes and a rabid four pound ratchet it on.
smackin these rappin fawns til they bat an eye like ratchet whores.
robbin at gun point cuz I instruct the chalk by pointing the body at the floor...
fucked up I know... but ask my mom what I'm such a fucked up savage for...

[Mr. J]

the pistol stay on me like deodorant.
I always ride high & say fuck soberness..



am I doing it right?

[Witty]

Fuck guns, I got that flamethrower for burning faces
That's why I disregard your 9 like a German rapist

[Witty]

That was dope as fuck jsyk.

[Mr. J]

9 Iron wielded at the 12th hole.
cocaine nostrils, lets self loathe.
literal bullet points & shell toes.
Knife edge hit like the peoples elbow...
the bell tolls & the match is called off.
imported opium dens in a Mazda..
shocking ya boogaloos so go pop lock
writers sound funny to me like knock knock.
if the clip empty you get slapped faster bitch.
or get your face pushed in a la Pans Labyrinth

[Mr. J]

the rifle lays across my lap as I hit the blunt.
blowing smoke, hear a twig snap and I grip my gun.
trunk full by the kilo, trigger finger itchy for a hero.
just as long as he know his death will be here...
oh no its another victim, another joke in position.
another rope to twist in as you choke on persistence
elope with delusion and escape in a cloak of fiction.
coat the friction with that heater I put to throat of witnesses...
BOY I GOT THEM DRUGS
...
...
BOY I GOT THEM GUNS...
...
...
...
YUHHHH

[brokenhal0]

like a shadow he dont pay attention too...
no living proof it exist...yet it sits in the living room
guns go pop... give you a reason livings rude... ritual
9 is 38 ...with 22 divisible ...45 the visual
bloody residual... she put bundels in her bunny
mummy in the menstrual pool ... emperor with the edibles
co sign with a coke line... attending festivals on fentynal
riding a ferris wheel.. feeling like ferris bueler.... extra benedryl
sleep tight little mc we flying right next to you...
temple uh!?.. trap spot ...i found the bag now i cripple you
boy you got the guns...o the funds is low...who runs the show
cobra contra with overlord eye over mantra..ya hoe!
fuck kilos they cliche que pasa que rico when it go bang
get you high enough to question mistakes ...out of your space
run in a trap house.. strapped with grenades
pull all the pins with a thousand needles stuck in my veins....

[Mr. J]

Weed will put you in a coma
or go on an odyssey like Homer
devise for your enterprise.
you know that Im into life.
plus I like to pack the 9 milly
nerf gun pop to show you Im silly
heartbreak kid with that sweet chin...
music in the background another beatin..
Im a ghost, a goblin, a heathen
I could sell crack to your mama this weekend...

yuhhhhh

[Exis]

Ayo high as fuck, I've thoughts of blunt trauma
Two 9's are tucked & awaitin' for Ima bust orders
Give me your alcohol, prescription pills, nicotine, weed
& watch me confiscate everythin' that every nigga don't need.

[Immolate]

cant talk about it these days

[asylum]

shiit. aint nothin off limits.
find that hater juice bucket n toss in a flavor packet
ya maw got jaw so hard she blowin bubbles outta now n later massive
feel that burn! lysergical majesty grow like magic sporadically
climbin mushroom mountain actually till i'm taken a trip for 2
talkin on a CB, "this conversations awkward in 3d.."
i'm an abomination, 38 pop rib cage and abdomen split
id twist you up so hard you'd try to frantically snitch
leaving nails dug in tryna grip on the reality you actually live.
that aint as sad as it is until you had the thought you just actually did.
ill blast ya sad muffin ass wit poison tip bullets so ya huffin fast
catch me on slow mo as i'm gunnin cats
ill stick a hypodermic full of 25 in a jew spine
let him loose in a room full of restrained Nazis and lose time..
i get more of a rush off a shotgun bustin than a big gust of marching powder
just'a bump n a pop, leaves mush room for improvement
just take this tip and feel my bayonet's grooved kiss
you couldn't pass me on adrenaline sherm and that limitless pill
well i'd prolly stand to the side n insist that you chill...
til the derangers declares those words, didn't know you're a pappy
you'll pass the test if you kiss the dirt
either way this is happening.

[Exis]

Give me the strap or every crack head here get's an instant clap @ 'em
I'll put a mag in any muther fucker that thinks their massive son
Fuck tryna fathom what's beyond one's mental capacity
When a person's brain is fried it's more than Hell, it's insanity
There's only devils surroundin' me
The endin' is playin' out, scene is set for a better read
Than a movie that's watered down before the book hits the shelve you see?
When one shell hits the ground bitch it's means that you have no health to me.

[Mr. J]

sniff drug, smoke weed
look at the residue coke leave
take another shot, Kobe
another hit on my hand...
look at the residue coke leave
smoke weed, drink lean
getting high since sixteen
getting high, write 16s
russian roulette, die...
die getting high, write like 2016
2015
1915
writers acting like they 15
rattle them with an M16
write like M&M...
give em an Em 16
infinite schemes
illegitimate dreams
tuck the gat
yall cant fuck with that
they cant fuck with that
throw it on a trap beat
make a million bucks with that
woo
adlib
woo
adlib

[Crash Carson]

That offset wont take off. Cray votes from the migos.
Slanging like hard work pays off. Cain coke what you need blows.
You know. The green goes like traffic, that's light work like a laser show
That's a red dot for the gun play, these cats amazed, how read lines would make em go
I'm focused with a crafted aim to leave you scatter brained.
Not with the lean but I'm straight. I got a page of double dip
Ten x pills roman numerology, letters got me number bitch.

[Darker Ego]

"Lirical battle rap 'am servin rapid Kelvin
Send this far to heaven with a Mac 11 without crossing Devlin
The classic devil in water strider with ya father's glider pouring acid Melting
Put a quote on your coat with a Star like Merlin
Don't start war ma rebel in
Bash your head with a piece that fell from wall of Berlin.
Load up da powerful canons colorful as Cannon's
Apache Ghost in the Canyons
Wrong turn ya wagons burning like massive Dragons
Flyer than Condors and the grandest Falcons
Drinking fire by Gallons you get swap like some Batons.
Present you the little girlM.E.C.CA Trifecta
Trio in deep like Sector suffering from 'reel Imperfecta
Read you like a Tora
Escape with children just 'like a Zorro in Gomorrah? Dora
Swordsmen to Kung fu sorcerer Gunslinger
Blazing like a Moltress Is the sculpturer and murderous Harbinger
Witt White skin to conquer Kong the king Godzilla
Not just a monkey wrench working for a thick Gorilla
MA shit be reala than a foxy Cleopatra diggin Mozilla or harder than Metallica with an explicit Sizzla
Call me Rick the mythic Riddler
Controling rats with a paralytic Fiddler.
Nickle or a Nic delirious brittle dick not as serious as my Bic that'll leave you thinkin its a chick
Wining Indi Flick
Pitty fix got ya Sinnin for peace of my Brick
They chew on rhymes but need me for a Trick
Thinkin the shilling gonna Stick
Virgins getting pinned for 5 pieces of a Wick
30 objects that serve as colliding Comets; Mista Ick
Hang on a rope backward like Vampire choking on Silver for a Kick
The ocean is a whale and the river is a fish
Give my liver a good fix
Cause I'd rather die for you than live Like a critter on the Mix,
The step dad was the giver of the Vix
Follow the Term.
P.S.
Swallow! my $perm! Lavern the wallowing germ
Soul Savagery"

[Sinacog]

I have two matics both are pitbull terriors (TEAR/TEAR ERRORS)
BLaring guns and tearing nuns -- 'YOU"ll throw me in the air'' you're air to us(AIR HEAD)
I'm the zillionare from planet vegeta; stabbing this geek snubs
PANIC EUREKA!! I'm from the granite sand of a shiek cut..

[emcee squared]

Feeding Drugs & Guns like I was 1 w/ Pun while you relax on your wax|"wack"trax
\lounge in the sun hav(ing) fun chewing your New pink bubble gum!
The trouble comes when i repeat the same rhyme again like i was a mumble-rapper-on-another Auto-tune -fumbling dudz!~ while you make a "homebrew" of 311's craftbeer full of yummy suds...
he tellz Blas that "Omaha" is more fun: due to tha high variance & "bingo" of novices
refilling pretending their credit card has one more promise left
but hey, what's wrong with whining about (tha) BadOdds;, Non descrIpt
when u describe the hand in play - On 'or Offscript fer the screenplay's troublesome,,,length4tha content. ?
god
whish i was. bent.
or aQuality OM Dropper like a man who is dead
...plus i'm riffing on gambling cardhouses when this one's falling apart as textcees stay up all friggen nite on a differentBrit timezoneRambling w/(socalled)Friendz
whereas this certainly called for firearms n illegal substances
the DEA's watching me that's why i speedily busted the pot odds when the dealr cut the-shit
.(after the turn&burn)[of Course]
dialouge my only recourse 'n 'i
prefer retail salesmanship when the profit margin is larger than a wholesale bulk price from wise's treefort
when i Level Up and post cypher's it's like the Pen is Fun
for hiatus'd RustDogs who'd rather i not've said some stuff
that led them to believe their alchemy wasn't sufficient enough.
sinacog the possom erupts
ha. i laugh @the effort
your a_______ e_____ ? - has pesterd your questionabl BLIGHTS, which reed like a cadaver was forced to penetrate the skeleton\vampiric u should only msg me@nite!
when the sun is pink & orange i become tepid w/ veiled fright
HAIL the site of your chameleon king of mockJockery
second only to J's possible policies on the cypher where the valence of hal0's fragrance IS stopping me (let's b honest)
however,,
certain probability cloudz call for a dreary May - with a chance of speaking Clearly the habit weekly if we "?have to" beat-thm.

i'm mildly high. it's so worn off. ne'er shot a Gun in Mylife.