My Lyrical Disease "Call Of Duty"

Cum stains and kiss marks
Tongue licks and lies
Dick indents and footprints
Fallen arches and blind eyes

...

This is a woman after a man has laid hands
And placed himself inside of her plans
Before she has developed the momentum to stand
In the splendor of her femininity 

XOXO

GoodbyeFinal

MOB - Lyrical Allstarz

This is the last full length CD I put out in 2009. I think it was dope...I still think it rocks. lol...PS. Before I was Lucky Lefty...I was D-Cipher The Fire Breather. 

3 N Da Mornin'

One on The Hip

I’m a gunman with fifteen in the clips, one on the hip and one in the chamber
Nothing stranger than a resentful prick…that’s out for danger
Lyrical whips, flows never drip…they just rip out the container
Hip hop species endangered…the script is bent and twists like a hanger
Money changer…I don’t give a damn about dead presidents 
I’m trying to get dead inventors to occupying my residence
I’m trying to stay relevant… these chumps remain decadent 
Attempting to pin me for a case with trumped up evidence
I keep spitting venomous pestilence…lyrical excellence is my testament
They been blocking me ever since, but they can’t ignore the elephant
My style eloquent…I stay posting… on the block with a Gloc unloading
Lyrical corrosion…exposing… all these fakes and frauds that are boasting
Never joking…leave’em with sad songs like my name was Billy Ocean
I’m slow motion smoking… I got the triple goose…and I’m holding
And if I’m pistols packing…best believe the missiles will be exploding
Watch your back if the industry approaching…they love stroking
Pasty A&R’s coating… “Yes Men”…posing…hoping…to change your motion
See, I’m not only in the game…but I remain on the sidelines coaching
Promoting…realness…look, how many hands does it take for you to feel this?
I got the skills kid…and I keep the game twisted up like a drill bit
Call me the illest…even in the dark I spark lime green…my light is resilient 
And when minds dream…Lyrical scholars…say my rhymes schemes are brilliant
If I ever empty the clip…just know this…I still keep one in the chamber
So if a fake emcee with packed bags tries to trip…remember …I gave them this disclaimer
BANG...



One OnThe Hip

REAL ISSSSHH.....

Hip-Hop Overlord

Here come the Hip-Hop Overlord...back up and drop, I hold the sword 
I go overboard, pull their tongue and dissect the vocal cords
Underground...you won't find this in your local stores
They chose this war, but Lefty was not who they were hoping for 
Cyborg...type four...the light force...crack teeth if the bite more
Write source...white horse...I'm smashing  creeps...leaving the mic sore
Leave the wheezing, they had to run, acting dumb
I collapsed they lungs, look how many gatts I brung
BIGGIE....Who the eff is he?
Lucky...puffing on a blizzy..I leave'em laid out and dizzy 
You can't find these mugs...I never fuck with minor thugs
Claiming they real emcees, but damn it, they eyeliner smudged
They crack... and the way that I spit it is like a designer drug
Sniff these lines and bug....I even got that old-timer love
All kinds of hugs...international...I came to shake the trees
Break the knees...I'm leaving vacancies of every fake emcee
Pleeeeeease.....fuck the fussing...who you trustin'
I spit destruction to take over the planet I keep on bustin'
They can't manage when I'm crushin'...watch the stars dive
Binary code...my 1's and 0's will crash they hard drive 
It's a far cry...from where they left it..to how I raise the bar high
I'm crafting...my arts fly...I display ill skills from the dark side 
Call me the kill switch...I got that Kill Bill itch
So when I start to flip...I flatline'em when I drill scripts
This is that real shit...homicidal bars...drop...I spill riffs
Im ill kids...and only a real emcee will feel this

So tell me...do you feel it?



GoodbyeFinal

D-Cipher

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