Back N 4th (Feat. Reezus)

I’d like to say I take a jay to the face to relax
But I’d be lyin to impress mhh, with my rap
My medication when I’m feelin stressed and vacant
is meditation the exhalation helps with sleep deprivation.

Sometimes  I write a poem or two to the tune of music
With no intention of recording its just therapeutic
Its just a way to escape, a feeling so elusive
My creative nature induced by these smooth acoustics

Lets see huh, what else do I do,
I like to read I’m on like chapter 3 of catch 22
Ill take a shower on the hottest of settings
And free style for an hour til my roommates come knocking and yelling

After that I retire to my room 
grab a pen and pad and check the cypher thread from this afternoon
I check the theme by reeg: what do you do when you chill?
I download the fucking beat bootleg then let it spill 


ChillCypher

Producers soundclouds:
@EngelwoodMusic
@Astral
@Willhouse
@OMFGCoreyAlexie

Features soundclouds:
@iamfaceless
@ADP
@TheRealReeG
@BernardWillis


Thats The End feat. Bernard Willis (prod. OMFGCoreyAlexie)

Beast Mode feat. ADP

Real Life feat ReeG (prod. Willhouse)

Producers soundclouds:
@EngelwoodMusic
@astral_beats
@Willhouse
@OMFGCoreyAlexie

Features soundclouds:
@iamfaceless
@ADP
@TheRealReeG
@BernardWillis


Quiet feat. Samsa (prod. Astral)

Never (prod. Engelwood)

Canoe (prod. Engelwood)

Special thanks to Tocci for mixing the entire mixtape. 
SC link: 
https://soundcloud.com/toccimc

Producers soundclouds:
@EngelwoodMusic
@Astral
@Willhouse
@OMFGCoreyAlexie

Features soundclouds:
@iamfaceless
@ADP
@TheRealReeG
@BernardWillis


(Intro) Just Some Doodles

Cruising in a black jeep had a minor fender bender 
Thought about my rap sheet remembered im a sex offender 
bitch is in my backseat, a minor that I met on tinder 
Im still on probation from my public urination shit

so im fleein the scene, 
all because a church and school is what I peed inbetween
If ur watching cops at 9 o clock Ill be on ur screen,
Can you tivo that shit for me please and send it to me.

Anyway back to this chase and im racin theres sirens flashin
Im tryin to make it back to my basement and clear my cache on my mac 
And im tryin to pass on the right and my buckle is fastened 
the sirens are getting louder, my boner is getting flaccid

I ask the bitch in the back where she livin, what’s the street?
We pullin up and the coast is clear and I think im free 
Im walking up to the house with a sigh of relief 
Til I hear
I’m Chris Hansen with dateline NBC


Clear My Cache - cypher

co-produced By:
@ibr
@hamzameer


-Jerk off in a cubicle, Jack in a box-

Andrew Clay - Room Raiders (Prod. IBR + Arizona Husky)

Im finally getting noticed cuz all of my writtens  golden
my doodles have  turned to drawings My vision has gotten focused
I stay in the oval office So you can call me the POTUS
Spit with staphylococcus Cuz you know I am the coldest

Winning cyphers used to be the motive google chrome
I let it load and then refreshed it just to see who voted
Now I got a tape so close to dropping that I may promote it
I used to love the sugar coated comments sayin “dope” but I learned to loath it

Its funny how I wanna wear polo but never played it
Its funny how every hood I was raised in was always gated
Related to rap for reasons that made me want to create it
Stumbled on mhh found an audience to convey it

I was bitter when the podcast ran I wasn’t mentioned
I remembered I could count on one hand who really listened
Now im on mission makin all this music for some recognition
I just wanna make some shit deserving of a second listen


Refreshed - Cypher

Boof’s the dude that’s toothless on a Tuesday night
Suckin huge dicks from okcupid like hookah pipes
His pooper's about as loose as a hula hoop is tight
This battles a suicide he’ll need a noose his height

Boof has every season of glee on dvd
Obesitys no secret in his family tree
Thinks he can rap cuz he bought the slim shady LP, 
When his parents agreed he could get the version that’s clean

And for the record I never asked to collaborate
as far as trading handies go, I'd probably rather masturbate
I think I need a hairnet, ill serve you like a lunchline
You made a lot of jokes but your career’s the only punchline

I wont lie dude your rhymes were cute as heck
But ur sister looks like rosie odonnell combined with shrek
There is some truth in what you were saying though boof
I did fuck that potato, to get closer to my roots


"Boof" A Brief Biography - Battle Round 1

Beat by @awall804

I'm back in style rapping fashionably late
I've been fapping since the fappening but haven't had a date
I've got a great poker face I'll play the cast of Full House
Fuck Ashley and Mary Kate in their asses then pull out
I'm busting all these nuts up on the backs of Olsen twins
I'll make them shake like they were Micheal J Fox with Parkinson's
I start to skim through the pages of my sticky Kama Sutra
Insert my hoverboard and send these bitches to the future
Got an icy ass wrist so cold that it hurts
and a chain made of gold I use to hold my Life Alert

I'm Ballin' golden chain with my Life Alert
Allen Ivy jersey creamy whip looking like desert
Custom rims cheesy lookin' like a pizza
I sit on pepperonis rollin up like a fajita x2

I rock an Allen Ivy jersey cuz I'm colder than cadavers
And people keep on commenting I sound like Marshall Mathers
But I don’t really hear it,
Well maybe just a little
But I don’t fuck with Eminems I fuck with sour Skittles
Bitches drop their jaws when they see me like a nutcracker
Layin' down the pipe like a plumber showin buttcracks
Lance Tour De France droppin' singles like his nutsack
Got a couple fans but they hang from my ceiling
They  keep me cool at night they don’t actually like my music or follow me at all.
Anyway,
Going 0 to 100 like I'm Ricky Bobby,
Drake started from the bottom cuz his real name is Aubry
The only time he’s seen a gun is in Degrassi
and he loves his photo ops he poses  for the paparazi

I'm Ballin golden chain with my Life Alert
Allen Ivy jersey creamy whip looking like desert
Custom rims cheesy lookin' like a pizza
I sit on pepperonis rollin' up like a fajita x2

Help I've fallen and I cant get up,
Nah its help I'm ballin' and I can't lay up
Im only dunkin' like donuts, the only friction on ur dicks from plastic lips cuz the dolls that you’re fucking are blow ups
Im rappin' fast 'til I have an asthma attack
I'm Tony Stewart when I spew it kill competitors on tracks,
got a drive like Lincoln that’s all I'm tryna say,
you know those commercials with Matthew McConaughey

I'm Ballin' golden chain with my Life Alert
Allen Ivy jersey creamy whip looking like desert
Custom rims cheesy lookin' like a pizza
I Sit on pepperonis rollin up like a fajita x2



Life Alert (Prod. DJ A-Wall)

I’ve been handing people napkins with my autograph
Giving out detergent with my EP at the Laundromat
Walk into the apple store, say my name is Macklemore
Put my raps on all the Macs, they wont allow me back no more

I’m using alt accounts for days to adjust the plays 
posting shit on Triple H, crying like I’m Justahphase
 I drop my cypher early just to get the upper hand
Rapping to some empty stands, only got a couple fans

I send my tinder matches links to all my latest shit
Meeting up to fuck 'em and they say it was my greatest hit
I like to hear my vocals wetter than an estuary
Spending all this money on a setup that’s unnecessary
I’ve been scheming like I’m Eminem in Criminal
Every track I drop has a message that’s subliminal



I fight with words not a person who would pull a tech
Run that shit back and reverse it for the full effect


Subliminal Schemin'

Yo my eye divide is wide but I can see, you’re a kissless virgin winning spelling bees
you’re a trained insurgent, cave emerging, cypher losing, producer of generic beats
only way you’re gonna blow’s on an IED, and you asked for a download of my EP
yo you you never fit in in the IRC, like the shirts that you wear with the tiny sleeves

Got a face that a mom won’t kiss On a strict no pig diet, no fly list
No white chicks like kids that post vids on the internet playin’ instruments
Of an anime soundtrack, yeah I found that, 
If I could beat Boof as a goof where does that put you
this’ll be proof I don’t need to make clown rap I can speak truth

Only way you’re blowing up is if you walk into the Bataclan 
Little Bo Peep you’re a sheep I’m a cattle brand, 
Getting laid slim chance, lookin like you build dams
Big buck teeth you’re beaver in the Taliban,

Someone pack a fanny pack for this Pakistani fag send him into battle on a camelback
Every single rap that he has hear enamel ‘cause his teeth so fat
I spit flame and his pen game candle wax
He spits dribble and he still can’t handle that
I bet he raps in a red and black flannel hat
A pair of sandals and a zipper on his shorts where is pants attach


Andrew Clay vs. IBR

say I’m clean with a needle in my arm OKAY
got no hoes on a farm  OKAY 
4 leaf clover in my hand but I got no luck and I got no charm, OKAY
don’t speak spanish, olé

Don’t stack chips stack Frito Lays
Fuck these prostitutes but I don’t pay, Okay I PAY

Say I hate fruit take a bite of a banana
Sayin I’m a blood but I wear a blue bandana
Hate Miley but I love Hannah montanah
I’m a Grinch but I sit on the lap of Santa

Get a lap dance from a black bitch named fat chance
At the strip club, ass slaps like I clap hands
Bring her back to the pad, said she never had issues with her dad

I hate dinosaurs but I love T-rex
And I love the movie the town 
But I hate the way that Affleck directs
hes not funny, but he’s such a clown
And im up to date with technology that’s why I still rock a pager
ADP’s ex rides dicks for tips, but nobody pays her to bang her


oxymoron cypher

@soulpandemia

There’s a fine line between graffiti and art
We walk a fine line between being greedy and smart
We live this fine line lifestyle 
All that really matters is: Money talks, everybody cares about results
All that really matters is : Money talks, everybody cares about results
All anybody cares about’s results


It’s a fine line beneath my shaky feet I walk a tight rope
spraying with a can of paint, brushing with a light stroke
making shit that people hate and the shit that people like though 
Depends upon inflection, train of thought, and all my typos 

Tryna cut the fat up out the rhymes like some lipo
Finally got ideas above my head appears a light bulb
Everybody’s got a vision up until their site goes,
Why reinvient the wheel? reinvent the unicycle

With this fine line lifestyle
All that really matters is

Money talks, everybody cares about results, 
What’s your bottom line? tell me what you got up in your vault

Why you gotta rhyme?, flippin with the verbal somersaults, 
cant you do some double time? cant you work a summer job?
nah
I aint flippin patties ill be flippin’ words 
you can go and get the worm a 9 to 5 is for the birds
kick it to the curb I ain't thinking that way
if you’ve been sticking with the herd just to fit in that’s great

if you’re a sheep im a shepard, take a seat while I leap like a leopard
never liked beef, sneeze from the pepper
They say talk’s cheap so they call it free speech
But for me talks free every beat that I sever


Fineline (prod. Soul Pandemia)

@teeawgo
@soulpandemia

I don’t miss you’s what I say
but it feels like yesterday
every time I see your face
I remember yesterday

I love you’s you used to say
I forget how it all changed
when I feel like shit today
 I remember yesterday

I say that I don’t miss you at all
Do you remember all the times I put my fist through the wall?
In reality I think that most of it was my fault
I had moments where I wish I'd never kissed you at all

Other times I held my phone and really wished you would call
Didn’t think a guy like me could ever get you to fall
In love, I was pretty lucky to be with you at all
I don’t think I was equipped for the issue to solve

All the crying that I caused made the tissue dissolve
I’d just shrug it off, scoff, you’d continue to bawl
Swear to god you were my world, my decisions revolved
I regret I didn’t listen, couldn’t give you resolve

resolve resolve
yesterday is gone my friend
been down that road it's a dead end
my dumbass drove with the tank past e
fill up, same trip that i made last week

still winning the streak for the
most saddest human being
only sleeps, coma
rude awakening
birds scream be grown up
but he's stuck
depression feeling like it's ebola

i tell myself it'll better once i find her
whoever the fuck she is, conduct a blind search
never again reminisce, yeah you got my word
word but just one last drive first
shit


Yesterday - Andrew Clay feat. THIAGO (prod. Soul Pandemia)

@chriswright53
@soulpandemia

I know you got some shit up on your plate,
but you gotta take a minute be a dreamer of the day
And do you ever dream in the day time?
I'm not talking when you're sleeping, get to think about it

I know you got some shit up on your plate,
but you gotta take a minute be a dreamer of the day
And do you ever dream in the day time?
I'm not talking when you're sleeping, get to think about it

I crumpled up a dusty photograph, tossed it in the trash
It's so easy to remember getting caught up in the past
another day another bill to pay, Illness? here's a pill to take
Every night I pray to Jesus Christ, that's what I'd kill to say

I say I'm feeling great, lately I've been filled with hate
cracking both  my shoulder blades trying to deal with all the weight
feeling like I'm Atlas, kicking habits trying to change my ways
the easy path is so attractive, people'd die to take my place

Life is spinning like a record that's been broken,
just keep dancing like a needle, 'til the song is finally over
I don't claim to understand it, I don' t think this shit is simple
You could grab a Smith & Wesson, cock it, aim it at your temple

But, I'd like to think life is always getting better
A dreamer of the day, a dreamer of the day
I'd like to think life is always getting better
A dreamer of the day, a dreamer of the day Okay

We tip the bottle back, we pop the pill to feel a sense of self
everybodies got their vice, the only thing that tends to help
everybodies got advice, but I'm not buying what they sell
I swear that things will be alright but really only time will tell

Every bomb has got a fuse that we can choose if we ignite
every goal has got a keeper, every pilgrim has his plight
every battle has it's demons, every problem sees the light

I've got too much shit I'm working toward to only dream at night
We don't only dream at night
We don't only dream at night
We don't only dream at night
We don't only dream at night

I asked the lord if he would follow me
But when I look behind, all I see is sins, just don't bother me
I took a look at this dichotomy
And started thinking bout all of the things that still been haunting me
I know that I been feeling down, I been hanging with these wolves
I know I'm singing loud, 
but I'm just trynna play it cool
I know I'm dreaming too much,
I know I'm drinking too much
I know I'm singing too much,
But I don't, but I don't, but I don't
But I don't take the Ten Commandments
Quite As serious as anyone alive here probably should
And How I handle all the pressure trynna deal with this depression
Hold me down behind the lectures and the "maybe if I coulds"
I don't really understand all the discretion,
I open up my heart and tell you everything I'm guessing
And Maybe that's the problem that I'm facing
These thoughts inside my head are so consuming, ain't complacent
No sentence isn't racing, The gavel steady raising
while I'm talking to myself out in the corner
Writing raps to try and solve some shit that really ain't important
Yet I'm Pouring out my soul on all these pages 
Alive for only 20 but I've lived for twice my age
It's kinda funny how my memories are something I don't care to see
The bane of my existence, the experience that fathered me
And father may I tell you that I'm sorry
I know that I don't call enough, the bottom of these bottles is so longing
And dial tones are hard to hear above all of this falling
So please don't wake me up I only live for this dream


dreamer of the day - Andrew Clay feat. Chris Wright (Prod. Soul Pandemia)

9 Lives - A throwaway compilation

CYPHER Vol 26


My muse is death, think about it there’s nothing left,
if theres another force that inspires you then please inform me, 
my sense of stress is immense as heck 
as my sand falls in my hour glass, I’m powerless
just a mound of dirt in these flowerbeds.
just another drop from this shower head. 

Others live blind, death is what opens our eyes
Others find comfort divine, which is fine, I do not mind
there wouldn’t be truth if we couldn’t tell lies
and you wouldn’t be you, with unlimited time

there can’t be light without the dark
if we didn’t shed blood and we didn’t have sharks
then our hearts wouldn’t beat and our art wouldn’t speak
if another mans life didn’t stop then ours wouldn’t start


prod. Turkeyboi

AndrewClay

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