I know I'm late but shiit you can't tell a baby when to be born

Fuckin' right my nigga  

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Open my eyes in the morning
I'm zoning…blink 123 look in the mirror and all i see is me

pineal references of nubians from long ago

roll up the herb and my dreads now its time to go
don't need equipment when your mind is the studio
certainly not fucking with gimmicks but I'm definitely  tryna get dis dough
 
that's if they gown let me doe

truth is I'm just an artist trying to express my vision 
and i recharge when sunrays hit my pigment

I'm tapping into  Amun-ra
Apollo if you greek
shit I'm tryna fill the apollo theatre every seat
solar gods inspire every word i speak
the shit i spit could bring the the realest niggas to their fucking feet

i know you see it
   
do you understand or  overstand
everybody wants to be a leader  no one makes a plan
  
thats why i wake up and enjoy every given morning 

I am the creator of my own fate and i own it
the secret is to live life in the moment

truest words ever recorded

Unnh!

Cypher51 - Sun Gods

good morning class   

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hello my darlin' how you doin' take a seat
hip hop is more than prose poetry to a beat
there is cadence to every word when i speak
wordplay is on 100 even though its only 16

there is a plot that unfolds in this narrative
i am the key to the lock so its imperative 
that i must put you to sleep lyrical sedative
never will a wordsmith like me get repetitive 

God damn i be killin' it on some Reddit shiiiiet
but I'm nice guy so i gotta give you credit kid
i like your subject matter, so that's to your benefit 
but I'm the real master of these subjects and predicates

schoolin' youngin's to this game is my mission
see me after class miss  you are now on detention
exploding on this space beat supernova nuclear fission
i am now awakened, this is my humble inception

Beef Vol 5 - Round1 (Patipata)

Is she gonna recover doctor?

What do you mean NO?

She wasn't ready!!

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bring the body bag, call the coroner, pull the curtain
they got me over here battlin' natalie portman
you feel that, its my body pumping adrenaline,
or maybe you can only feel the fear of loss settle in

sorry dear, but you are not the female Eminem 
OG crip spittin fire, feelin like I'm acetylene    
slow it down, sippin' purple promethezene 
keeping my pockets stacked like they are on some creatine 

lyrics are the murder weapon blunt force trauma
if every line is a bullet, reload is a comma
oh and by the way its pronounced monstrosity
July - Cypher 50 corrected by mr lottery

Patipata, see you later nice to meet ya
Hasta lavista, go back to being a RedditLaquerista
your lyrics are as blah as the expression on mona lisa
you just got brewed and served by the rap game barista

Beef Vol 5 Round 2 (Patipata)

isn't it my birthright as an African descendant 
to spread this knowledge by any means of musical inception
on a higher plane of consciousness, lyrical ascension
i have to stay high and release rhyme to manage this depression

i guess you could consider this my confession
antidepressant could have been a loaded smith and wesson
with one bullet missing
but there ain't priest in this booth
guess i'm not going to heaven
still I'm here searching for truth

pressure built in my brain like it was steam
covered up with self medicated promethezene 
not to mention nicotine and the sticky green
all i knew was nightmares forgot how to dream

born into a born again but how could i be christian
knowing my visions exceed the ideas of a single man
faint voices of the forefathers floating on the wind
400 years  will not define my next  of kin

ADopeFreestyle