r/makinghiphop's cypher vol. 17 for 2021. Theme is "falling in love with catfish/tinder bot". Definitely a bit out of the box for me, but sure.

Instrumental by OhNoah (https://soundcloud.com/ohnoahh/guitar-piano-beat?ref=clipboard&p=i&c=1)

Photo by Denise H. from Pexels

Lyrics:
I miss you. I’m at home and I miss you. Pull your picture on my phone and I kiss you, 
Woah. I just hope we official. You’re the only one who knows what I’ve been through.
Showed you a glimpse through, my soul and it’s crystal – you got me blown like a whistle. 
Loaded a pistol, it’s yours. I hope I can get you alone with the mistletoe.

And I know I haven’t met you but I’ve been getting caught in your webbing, Charlotte. 
Got me spending hours on my second draft of my message, wondering whether or not I should send a heart.
And I know it wasn’t very smart when you asked for my credit card to pay for our wedding charges.
That should have set alarms. Know my friends’ll laugh.

But after my last breakup, it’s the first time a girl’s got my heart rate up, now. 
And your words, you just can’t make up. I know that we’re meant to be together and it’s never gonna 
Change ’cause the level of the pain that I’d feel could never be contained so it’s real. 
And I medicate ’cause I’m ill, but you make me feel a way, so you can bet I haven’t taken my pills, you like that?

I’m giving you it all unfiltered, on tilt, got one wheel and off-kilter.
Until I’ve got you I want you, know I should go but lost will to.

I’m yours till the end, you’re my honey. I’m gonna send you in twenty, a gift that
I bet you you’ll… that’s funny.
Babe – somebody spent all my money!

Catfish (Prod. OhNoah)

r/makinghiphop's cypher vol 36 for 2021. Theme was "fall".

Great beat by OMY: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQiGq6Mb1us

Photo by George Becker from Pexels

Lyrics:
Got back up and now I’m angry.
Not feeling reasonable, so save the ifs and maybes.
Crazy, the way I’m feeling lately.
Pissed me off, now they’re not able to restrain me.

Straight from the pits of Hades, you may need to get your facts right.
Don’t need to ask twice, before they be reading him his last rites.
Leading with a fast right, beat him with a flashlight.
Shadows dancing by the fire, gleaming off my crack pipe.

Treat him worse than lab mice, your days are done.
And I’m seeing red in more ways than one.
Plus my lawyer’s got that quartz-plated tongue
So when the court case is won, there’ll be more pain to come.

That’s what it means to fucking brawl.
Beat him till his bleeding leaves graffiti up the wall.
Breathing isn’t easy, but I keep my knuckles balled
Till I see the other fall and he won’t see another Fall.

Bar Fight (Prod. OMY)

Beat by Homage: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbYU9xi5spE

Lyrics:

I don’t really mind how long it takes to get back
Forgot to brace for impact and couldn’t escape the whiplash
Push yourself too hard and too fast, it’ll make your ribs crack
Take your time and hit the weights, ‘cause they don’t hit back

Let’s take a trip back, just for the sake of chit-chat
So keen to label riff-raff, we need a change of syntax
The way that we’re living is basically spitting our favourite diss tracks
It’s crazy to think that, we want to burn them down

I always cringe at myself, in my mind I’m just a circus clown
But my only real regrets are the times that I’d put a person down
Been observing how quickly smiles can turn to frowns
Things have worsened now and I’m still trying to find a workaround

I’m still a work in progress, though it hurts to process
Guess the whole “perfect” concept is perfect nonsense
Guess the way my chest is aching, stress and pain is escalating
Is just my strain against the weight of expectations

Less complaining, can’t be good unless I’m record-breaking
Can’t stay grounded unless I’m levitating
Less complacent now the weather’s changing, gave up
Feather-waving in the seventh grade, it stained my reputation

But though I’m not complacent, I’ve overcompensated
Sown so many thoughts of hate, they’ve grown beyond persuasive
Now they’re commonplace and all-pervasive. I’m a bit disjointed
People like me, wonder how much time it takes to disappoint them?

My mistake for feeling coy, like this since a little boy
Ways of coping broken, throwing live grenades to fill a void
Time and place for nothing, my anxiety’s the limit
I go outside my comfort zone; it’s just tiny to begin with

And I’m pushing every day but only I can tell the difference
So you’re looking from outside, it seems I might as well be in it
That’s why I put myself through hell, the rings are sweltering
And judge myself by standards that I think somebody else will think

Like how could I not have known better? Before I knew better
Pain still hangs around me like a new sweater, for Cruella
I follow my values to the letter, rules set in tooled leather
But hand the judgement over to whoever

My favourite person told me words that wouldn’t stop hurting
Took all my worst thoughts, stirred into a pot
I was working till I dropped, but it seems it wasn’t worth it
Spent the next two months trying to be a person that I’m not

Certain to be caught like a burglar in the shop
Stock-still soon as I heard the key turning in the lock
Heart breaking was a product of my selfish deeds
Felt it bleed, that’s what I get for outsourcing my self-esteem

I’m waiting on hell to freeze, the hour came
Know I’m not the same, feel my values change, and my power range
Took the coward’s lane before, but now I’m towering
Soul without a stain, till someone else comes, and it all goes down the drain

Whiplash (Prod. by Homage)

r/makinghiphop cypher Vol 19 2023, theme was "overcoming"

Beat by ill withers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfcfC_19LDk

Image credits: drsaradennis.com

Lyrics:
You know eventually the road’ll roughen
Just leave me my empathy and close the dustbin
Cause that’s my recipe for overcoming
When they’ve taken everything and when you feel too broke to function

Take a breath and hope your lungs can hold enough in
No discussion, it’s gonna take more than a Robitussin
Tired of the whole production, I know that you owe me nothing
TMI? I don’t think I’ve told enough yet

So let’s see if I can broach the subject
It’s the inner critic, eagle-eyed and prone to judgement
Scheming while your hopes are up, then sweep aside the whole construction
Crushing, dreams can die. It’s the reason why I’ve grown accustomed

To my own assumptions, thoughts are cold enough to penetrate
Go confront them – “so disgusting, no-one loves me anyway”
But it’s my empathy from knowing others felt the same
That gives me the strength I need to overcome them every day.

The Recipe (prod. ill withers)

Photo by Nuh Isa: https://www.pexels.com/photo/close-up-of-a-fire-17866058/

Lyrics:

Who knew, all your development isn’t health
Where’s the new you? Any respect that you’ve ever felt
Isn’t mutual. Can’t measure it with your wealth
I see through you – don’t make a spectacle of yourself

Blue’s Clues, check is in the mail, smell the zinfandel
Something fishy when you tip the scales, just so it’ll sell
I get lit when I take a L – represent myself
Call me, I’ll pick up on the seventh ring of Hell

I can weather but my system doesn’t need high pressure
Under heat I tend to rise. Need time, let me fly, ay
If you’re worried, I can see why, check me twice, ay
On account of all the beats I’ve terrorised, ay

Heart is Aussie and my genes I-N-D-I-A
Hard to stop me when I sneak by every time
Got a posse and we keep time when we ride
Three quite clever guys: Me, Myself and I

I know I come off nice at first, like my verse
It gets worse, a lightning burst strikes the earth
A machine, out of Scikit-learn
The whole package. Play with fire and you might get burned

It’s Breaking Bad, baking crack when I make a track
Take my greatest raps, make a stack off the paperback
Don’t break the bank. Lost my passion, now I’m taking back
What I was missing. Shout out to VISHI0N, let it fade to black

Rings of Hell (Prod. DEXTAH)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I'm alone up on the deck, demons in the hull. Heaving and
Scheming, heathens and screaming skulls. Leave it, you're dreaming Lalit.
I mean it. I didn't even see what I'm fleeing from.
Behemoths and Beelzebub. I hear a lull.
My mind is sharp but I'm feeling dull. The night is dark
And the seas are cold. I'm like a Mark wearing Caesar's clothes.
Even though I'm not the brightest spark, all these people don't
Agree, so I'm ever failing to meet their expectations of me.
And they're never able to see through my disguise.
My preparations are deep, but peek behind the lies
And meet the kind of guy who should never be allowed out
- A loudmouth, always scared of being found out.
So how about you tell me what you really think? Tell me
That you hate me, tell me that I need a shrink. Tell me
That I'm angry. Tell me that I make you sick!
Tell me you understand what I'm dealing with. Because I don't
Feel equipped on my own, my demons sit on a throne.
Just eating at me, reaching and even gripping my throat.
I'm leaving bits of my soul on these beats so listeners know
How I'm feeling before you see me with bleeding wrists and a rope.

Hook:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head
Monsters in my head
Monsters in my head
And underneath the bed
Underneath the bed

Verse 2:
It's funny how they tell me that it's only in my head.
When it comes to monsters, there's nowhere I'd want them less.
All my stresses come out, feeling short of breath, chest is
About to explode. Why the fuck are you all impressed?
Do you have no common sense? Or is this all a jest?
For crying out loud, don't think I'm dying for your respect!
I'm lying about that. I'm writing a soundtrack
To a horror show, but no-one else is frightened of crowds, and
I dawdle through the streets. When you talk I think of all that
You could mean. Just want to be a normal human being
Instead of haunting this machine. I'm sorry I'm not the boy you're
Used to seeing. Fear hops in, I'm falling to my knees.
I'm crawling through this bleak and grimy secret room that's deep inside me.
All of you just keep in mind that feeling gloomy keeps me writing.
And writing keeps me breathing, I might be in the
Deep end. But I'll be right here, giving nightmares to these
Demons.

Hook

Verse 3:
This cycle never changes, it tries and tests my patience.
In lines, I'd just be waiting and hyperventilating.
That's why my chest is aching, it's like I'm gently breaking
Inside, so every day I get by's a celebration.
Now I would never claim that I've tried to end the pain but
I've cried from devastation that I could never make it
In life. I'm just enraged that my mind is misbehaving.
That's why I'm stressing late in the night. Don't get a break or
Respite. So tell me straight to my eyes that I'm faking, lying to your face. If
It's true that at night I'm afraid and hide in the day, then try medication.
Cry in a basin, I'm in a place that I wouldn't take an enemy.
It's time to embrace my destiny: to lie in a grave and then we'll see
If I rest in peace.

Hook

Monsters In My Head (Slaughterhouse Remix)

r/makinghiphop's cypher volume 40 for 2019, theme was "drifting". Been feeling much more chill lately despite all the heck, so I wrote about that. Most things aren't worth stressing over.

Original instrumental by Next Life Entertainment: https://soundcloud.com/nextlifeentertainment/day-85-bpm-free
Photo by Miguel Á. Padriñán from Pexels

Lyrics:
Floating on the ocean, don’t know what’s approaching.
Feels like every day I’m just going through the motions.
And I’m pitching and I roll and I yaw and I
Wish that I could know whether y’all want to join me as we

Don’t care. Just drifting into nowhere.
So cool I’d kick a hole through the wall, oh yeah.
Folks stare because they’re so scared.
Why would I worry about a sitch before I go there?

Planning the day, I think I won’t. Happy to lay back in my boat.
Hat all the way back. See waves, I laugh and I wave back as I float.
After the way that I used to put myself through hell over
Everything. Now I’m cool and look how well it’s

Developing. Like a roll of film.
I’m on a roll, I feel my soul is filling up and I know that I’m
Enough. Whether whole or in a rut, it’s lifting me.
So don’t be quick to rush, drift with me.

Drifting (Prod. Next Life Entertainment)

r/makinghiphop's cypher Vol 15 for 2020, no theme for this one.

Original beat by YunoBeatz (https://soundcloud.com/user-592874879/fire-gang)

Photo by Leon Martinez from Pexels

Lyrics:
I’m on a mission, always trying to push myself beyond my limits.
Sat down, pull a pad out, cause I’m back now, where’s my competition?
Who wants to risk it? Think you’re good, you don’t know what you’re missing.
My approval’s quantum physics – y’all don’t get it.

Time to wage war. Checked your stuff, I don’t know what you’re paid for.
I’m cooler than smoking on a skateboard.
Spend my days touring round my house, at night I break boards.
No better way to stay indoors, making more

Music. Like the Joker, torching paper for amusement.
All this time that I ain’t know what to do with.
Don’t make me miss my cue, just like my dame was on a pool stick
- that’s a bad bar, but I bet you rate it cause you’re stupid.

Got me breaking out the toolkit on you, test the blade and spin the rotors.
But even killers lay low, call me Winter Soldier.
It isn’t kosher, this corona got me feeling sober.
So stay safe, I’ll come for you when this is over.

Breaking Boards (Prod. YunoBeatz)

r/makinghiphop's cypher vol.28 for 2020, no theme.

Instrumental by SULTANARE (https://soundcloud.com/sultanare/redstripe)

Image from Pixabay on Pexels.

Lyrics:
I don’t need to be the best,
I just need to beat the stress that’s been keeping me depressed.
Try to keep my heart beating in my chest.
They say look at what you’ve done, I’m not easily impressed though.

Really need a rest, I’ve been on a grind to a halt.
Unable to find a result.
Try to battle out the dark, but it’s hard
When you’re anxious about the future and you’re sad about the past.

Daft, isn’t it. Anxious and the bars barbiturates.
Try to love the self and all the scars carved into it.
Your cards aren’t written in the stars.
Something that you can’t grasp living in the past.

Isn’t it a laugh. Always reminiscing about the olden days.
Victim of your own mistakes, still have a hold today.
But you know you’ve changed, others do the same.
It’s the only way. Just a simple case of growing pains.

Growing Pains (prod. SULTANARE)

Beat: "Warfare" by Producer Sanchez (www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IL2SaGcdcw)

Photo by Ashutosh Sonwani from Pexels

Lyrics:
Just let me snap into this, last minute shit, I’m past limitless.
I know you weren’t asking for this, yeah.
Just watch me as I blast into fifth gear.
Passengers sit there, I don’t give a damn if you
Get scared or not. Sheer velocity.
As long as you prepared to rock with me.
And my wicked ways, I could quick engage, flip a page.
Scribble in a rage, we’re all living in a cage, listen.
Ricochet, still imprisoned in the same system.
Bouncing off the walls, thinking that we’re way different.
Send the kids away, used to sit and play, now we hit the
Age where we wish and pray, missing all the days with them.

All of this is sorta what we wish to call a
Life, falling into order, freedom in the past tense.
Crawling in the water, now it’s call me what you wanna,
I’ll just sit and take my beatings like a champ then.
More lashings, I’m still bleeding from the last ten.
Real pain if you peeking through the glass lens.
Keep playing with me, dealing any hand,
I won’t fold ‘cause I’m on a roll of being the bigger man, losing.
Cruising, till some problems that were damn bruising.
Cam Newton – didn’t run from them, I ran through them.
Main thing, I remain king, go back into the
Same ring. See what fate brings, no accidents, so
Take swings at my face clean, nose shattering.
Bone fractures are a daydream. So damaged but the
Whole package. It’s the protagonist, I’m toe-tagging.
I’m all about that “closed casket into grave” thing.
No bandages, whole attitude is changing.
I won’t stand for it. Throw hands until I break fingers.
Soul vanishes, the taste lingers.
Gladiator, no shadow to the rain bringer.
Peace. No battle when you’re facing a
Beast, keep rattling my cage if you need.
Keep damaging my name, I can claim a defeat
And you’ll see that I’m not mad a bit or fazed in the least, ‘cause

Even though I’m bleeding out my mouth
It don’t mean I’m down and out, swings and roundabouts.
And as the waiting people gather round,
It stings, but how about all the things I manage?
How I’m a king, a powerhouse. Celebrate the things I’ve earned.
Yes, today it really hurts but yesterday was even worse.
Just be patient, seems as though the system doesn’t even work.
But in the end we get what we deserve.
Effort made, it generates a sweet return.
Every day I’m less afraid of death and facing heated words.
Whatever the label, I’m the authority.
You don’t know me, slowly I don’t really mind what you calling me.

Matter fact, no crap. Have a stab, I won’t crack.
Throw jabs at me and I’ll counteract and throw back.
Used to diss myself, scratch it in my notepad.
Now I realise that I have to have my own back.
Throwback – got up, didn’t plan it with a roadmap.
Post-rap, have to run my hand under the cold tap.
Try and find a track on which I don’t snap. That’s the whole
Package, a gold plaque when I hold back.
Oh snap. Known fact and a cold stat.
Go batshit, and I don’t know how to fall flat.
Grown man shit, learned my lesson, better for my health:
Anything you tell’s only a reflection of yourself. I hope you’re well.

Own Back (Prod. Sanchez)

r/makinghiphop cypher vol. 5 for 2021, theme is "nostalgia".

Original instrumental by OddFellowBeats: https://soundcloud.com/oddfellowbeats/mitsumete?in=oddfellowbeats/sets/oddstrumentals-vol1

Image by Pixabay from Pexels.

Lyrics:
Tightness, in my chest as I write this.
Fight this feeling, and flick the pen like a light switch.
I miss living, pre-identity crisis.
Can’t tell if my life is even meant to be like this.

Cause as a kid I knew what I’m about, chill.
Not the slightest doubt, willingness to try without skill.
Not a smidgen of the fright I now feel.
Used to squat down on the scooter and then ride it down hill.

But I wanted to grow up. Yeah, my target was the front seat.
Girls were still stupid and my heart was still in one piece.
Now it’s harder to be comfy.
Build a wall around and put my armour where the guns be.

One speed, people’s words didn’t impact.
No pressure ever, now it’s earn this and get that.
Thin cracks in my spirit, hidden in my syntax.
But is it living if I missed that?

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