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A jazzy feel good bar-trading type beat. Soloistic and simple ElecPiano melody with a live drum break to give the feel of two jazz soloists trading improv over a stringless rhythm section.

Hancock

They didn't find him till his landlord came to ask for rent
Oh shit he really did it, not just jokes that crazy bastard went and
took a whole damn Tylonol bottle while he was plastered and
Kicked it  in his recliner never was one for the faster end
Left the neighbors baffled never seeing where it fell away
Living mellow days until his door was morphed by yellow tape
Metal tables taken up to where the quiet fellow stayed
And kids done saw the body bag; might as well been cellophane
Cuz now they askin and shit; A quick reaction of a
Sometimes it just happens and split the feelings felt until
We only feel a fraction of it And hope it don't affect the
Youngins they're imaginative; Oh shit I'm sure they're fine.
Just fake a smile or grin, like I'm sure he used to do
Amidst his piles of sin wishin the world was still as beautiful
Honor the musings of the note within his broken clutch
And hope the next occurance isn't someone that was close to us
Damn



Cypher 46

Only smoked the reefer cuz they DARE'd me to
Going full Khalifa like my sober mind is barely used
Nary choose to sip shit pass on gin with berry juice
Happy as the spirit of Christmas with huffin Merry(mary) fumes
And I mean Very few can reach me on my level now
Rebel proud of smokin up the venues in dissheveled crowds
Chokin on the loudest you can never tell me settle down
Unless you gonna put me in the clink like some metal sounds
And I'll still cop it on the inside, mule it in
Smoke it with the judge while he tells me what my rulin is
Coughing off my favorite crime, such a fuckin hooligan
Often on a flagrant high, chiefin social lubricant
Tokin(token) like a quarter won't work if I burn it down
Fuck a half measurement doin it Mike Ermantrout
Not an ounce of regret winning the fight earnest now
Fire on that dope 16 it's like burning pounds


Cypher 49

A fuckin hospice house at 48; 
Poorly fading liver failin every day he poured his fate
From dusk to dawn I'm waiting baited breaths with nothin more to say
And only hope is that I'm okey doke after I mourn his ways but
I know it's imminent; I can't just hope him better
When conversation turns itself into an open letter
You know the slope is wetter slippin til the moments get the
best of ya and next ya know ya couldn't even hold a feather
Like damn; You taught me most of my athleticism
All my basic artistry and lately all my cynicism
Feelin silly cuz I'm actin like I been a victim
Feelin so vindictive yet I dwell on how I'm gonna miss em
I wish he would've listened; I wish I could've made him
But now I can't even be sure he's hearing what I'm saying
And now the circumstances got your disciple
Pouring bottles to the tune of Scott Warren Mikel


Cypher 10

Squire start his reign off with an iron fist
Attired tyrant-like with an eye in all your appliances
Vying for adoration won't only hope that it happens
So sick that you oughta croak but I'm strapped with them prophylactics
Rap like I'm sewing fabrics my bedroom been like a sweatshop
Wreckin opponents laughin dispatchin em with a neck chop the
Best lot of ya obsolete as a fuckin Xbox and
Let's not ignore your flows plain as the Windows Desktop
Killin two birds with only one brick 
kept the flow tight just like the rollin of my blunt 
sick of telling everybody and they granny that I run shit
Eat like I'm theonly motherfucker at the luncheon
Someone go and let the pros know I can rhyme with them
The joes can stay aspiring; Never say my name amongst the
Kids just fuckin round tryin not to waste any time with them
Blowin up the game like it's Yamcha under a Saibaman

Cypher 11

AIn't nobody spit with chutzpah now
Watch em mumble on the track like their tongues cut out
Gag order; always spittin sick like sips of
Bath water, while that City Hall runs the town
Got em muted when I'm rippin the Vega
Keep it quiet meet the plug up in the biblioteca
We been flyin over catchin all ya satellite signals
So keep it zipped up or I might just put a hit on ya maker
Got em talkin heresy, kill the god
And I hear and see it all but they speak no evil
Land air or sea apex beast no equal
Pauper at the bottom but the peak so regal
Hope the crowd been appeased enough
If they ain't then I won't feel a need to stop
Cuz the stunts amount to shit once the lease is up
And a king isn't the leader when the speech is bought
Boy been Back in his form again
talkin crap in this forum catch him crackin the porcelain
Puttin ads up in Forbes until I act like I'm bored of it
Cuz my spirit's been as hungry as the back of an orphanage
And I laugh at the mortal men watch em ask for their portion
Pennin fables while I burn it to a classic assortment
Oratory prowess got em asking for more again tho
I ain't prepared my words today but that's not important


Cypher 35

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