2nd Kings 2 23 The Embarrassed (Produced by: Tapdaddy Beats)

2nd Kings 2 24 Bear Maximum (Produced by: Tapdaddy Beats)

2nd Kings 2 25 To Bare Wisdom (Produced by: Tapdaddy Beats)

A Farewell To Copper (Produced By: TapDaddyBeats)

Kare:
Uncle Mark, where does the name Marundo come from?

Chorus:
As Legend has it, lore of old
A testament crafted, an origin told
Best to establish important notes
evidence exactly how the story unfolds 



Me:
Back in 93 or so, JRPGs would on-/
Ly give you so many characters to ID your own/
That number was behol-den to the 4 symbols/
You would think being Mark the answer would be more Simple /
In the 80's and 90's was not the time to be,/
Mark, Marky Mark had that on lock, it's still applied to me/
"Whose Marky Mark" , you know he's a guy those in Films/
In transformers 5 he fights Megatron with a shield/
Or a sword, it's absurd. Unicron is in the Earth./
Let's get on with our purpose, not to faultier I feel/
Growing up in Inktown were gang culture was real/
a Mark substitutes the B word I'm not to reveal/
to you...

"A boy", no, "a ball", no, stop it I will/
Say clinically it's another word for an ovulating dog. /
if you don't understand, Go ask your father he will./


Back to Marundo how the monikers built/
With only four slots to be filled let's see what options appeal/
I could change the K to an X that seems logical still/
Weapon x is cool, Wolverine's in comic panels/
So I used that handle to brandish the man with confidence until/
32 bit systems landed 'bam', dropped in the real/
World and now restrictive Ram bans were not in the fields/
From there the Marxmon managed to land in the prominent bill/
And that's where I would start dismantling, Rhyming to kill/
Each Beat applying my skill, rapping as I would find it full fill-/
Ing. Every line commanded as if signed with a quell./
And like weapon X, understand I'm astonishing still./

A younger brother couldn't think of a name, so he stole mine/
I was Marx, he became Davix in no time/
He was the one truly diabolical I'd find/
proximity mines placed everywhere in Goldeneye/
Unbeknownst to I, they explode I die/
To the next respawn before I'd load in he'd try/
To place another proximity explosive device./
The cycle became hopeless gross an benign./
Anyway, he changed his name to Darundo in time./
I was still the Marxmon, at the age of 25/
When I was dropping off a check, for the auto that I/
Had insured through David, an on the Noted Line/
I had the idea, Marundo was signed/....
I giggled all the way back to my car/
After that everyone was an 'Arundo' in time/
Your grandmother's email was Glarundo and I/...
Miss you mom...

The Road To Marundo (Produced By: TapDaddyBeats)

The songs inspiration comes from a TIFU post on Reddit.

Chorus:
Listen and see where we Head in the whip./
First we test the instruments./
Check that reflections are good./
Key in ignition than twist./
Pumping  pedals uses brakes./
See if the light luminates./
Are the headlights blue an straight./
Turn signals, then on our way./

Verse 1:
I just bought a pack of smokes, I bid  Zack audios./
About to travel back from getting some gas then home./
As I push past the door, a young lass stands alone./
She looked sad though, she still Casually spoke,/
a compliment to me, that she, fancies my cologne./
I say thank you, a smile I flash, then I go./
I advance closer to my car she stammered approached:/
"Sir, is it possible to lend me a helping hand, I suppose,/
A lift it's just 5 minutes down telegraph road."/
I say "sure, what the hell", as I glance at my phone,/
With time to kill,  I could help this damsel all aboard./
"You wouldn't happen to have a few bucks perhaps I could score?"/
I retort with reluctance handing her cash, "sure."/
"Ok, Ill be right back I have something to grab from the store."/
I see she's holding prophylactics' heading back to the car./
As if a child, she wildly slams the door./

Chorus:
Listen and see where we Head in the whip./
First we test the instruments./
Check that reflections are good./
Key in ignition than twist./
Pumping  pedals uses brakes./
See if the light luminates./
Are the headlights blue an straight./
Turn signals, then on our way./

Verse 2:
Moving, driving, peacefully pursuing/
our route when, she slides in, leans to me seducing./
Intrusive,  I was, completely confused when,/
she's pursuing my lap trying, eagerly to loosen,/
the belt to my pants, I say immediately "what are you doing?"/
While I almost collide with a jeep Cherokee and  a Buick./
The jeep hit a pole hard, the Buick barely illusive./
"Stop, You don't owe me for a ride, believe you me that's stupid."/
She replies, "No  honey, you owe me to do this."/
I continue to resist, from there her mood shifts./
"Look, It was not my intention to pick up a prostitute when,/
you asked for a ride I was obliged to let you in./
I'm married to my partner happy in life with two kids."/
The rest of the ride she's fuming, spewing barking out rude clips/
To the location, smoothly arrived the women gets/
out of my whip at a motel parking lot. Good riddance./

It's full of unsavory con men
And women being objectified for profit
My gas station buddy Zack probably thinks I'm a thirsty John an
As I think this, nefarious characters approach my Nissan an
I lock the doors, roll up the window, proceed on "No thank you..."

Where I Head In The Whip (Produced By: TapDaddyBeats)

Tapdaddy Cypher Submission for 0902621

Hook:
I'm just trying to reach my goals, keep on my toes/
The least I know, tell me, can I live/
To each his own, the streets and stones/
Proceed along, tell me, Can I live/
To keep my focus, be in the moment/
And reap what I sow tell me can I live/
To compete in flows, and beat who oppose,/
The least I know, tell me, can I win/

Verse1:
Off the top, my dad be on my head like a hat/
For good grades, but vocabulary that's where it's at/
In rap there's various ways I can Dismantle a track/
At school my freestyles be magic like abracadab/-
Rah, it Be magic like Orlando in fact/
Bruh, I have to battle this Lewis kid after my class/
Come, been writing in my note pad spectacular raps/
Just to roast Lewis bad, get at'em with facts/
last names Surgioni if we add and subtract/
The the first syllable of his last name attach to the back/
"Huh" Of  his first name it spells Lewis-Sur, "That happens to match" 
This doofes'es lame stupid face, his acne is bad/
It's a tragedy, that I can syllabically rhyme away/
Basically for you Fred, what I'm trying to say/
Like the Count Of Monte Cristo inside his Cave/
Is Mark has lines for days/ think about it...

Verse 2:
Yo where is this Lewis Sur from? Huh? Who'da thunk?/
This guy raps about packing pistols and shooting guns/
When the fact of the issue is, you'sa bum/
The only thing you got that pops is bazooka gum/

Proof is When that girl tried to rob you for some/
Milk money, and What he do, he'd run/
Home and tell his momma, her loser son/
Has bitter bones diluted do to illusive calcium/
His momma replied goofing out load with a/

"Do I have to speak go to your class mates an mingle/
Before her week blow makes your whole face a sink hole/
Momma will so take a succinct hold/
 Of that broad and lay sis (laces) out like Ray Finkle"/

Alrighty then, almighty pen, I'm metamorphin/
with metaphors of metal zords to go to war with/
They can sever your limps, deport them/
 to four different coordinates./
It would be an unsolved mystery to America, wherever Lew's corpse is/
 Just wait until the storm hits/
I brainstorm with enough raw force it/
could lift Noah's ark up from the floor it sits/

It is glorious, I asked my physician's opinion for what is/
the metamorphosis of the force I grip/
And he reported with "Inside your organisms.../
According to this you have an abnormal dense,/
enormous rich, coursing gift of midichlorians/

They Had A Blast Part 1: Can I Live (Produced By: TapDaddy Beats)

Tapdaddy Cypher Submission for 101021

Fred: Man Mark, you really slayed Lewis...
In relation, I got a perticulatly important question to ask.

Mark: What's up Fred?...

F: If I would so happen to surcum to the evil perils of which mankind think of as death... Could you immediately go to my house and delete my porn folder?

M: Fred, I'm so virtuous, my heroism knows no Bounds.
I ever told you how lightning fast and efficient I am at Do-goodizm?

F: You can start by do-gooding real word...

Verse:
Mic check 1, 2 I'm a hero/ 
no need to fear bro, everyone in here knows,/
You can look up to me Fred, like where stares go/
If your in the basement, and I'm above in the stair well.../ (literal)
If you should happened to fare ill to peril,/
before I'd wish you farewell, Fredrick I swear I'll/
Break in a window climb into your Parents home/
And delete that folder, only after I mirror a clone/ (for me)
I'm so heroic, brave, yet stoic/
If I seen a fragile bird in a cage, I'd open it/ (yep)
I'm so quick on my toes it's often appropriate/
To say it's Unlikely I'll ever be caught by Covid/
So quick, if I entered alcoholic rehab programs/
To compete with others to rediscover a sober ends/
Id leave those other fiendish drunkards in the dust I'd go in/
Lacing up my runners bucking the rush tucking toes in/
They'd show me those 12 steps then I'd go win/

I'm a beacon of greatness for you to see we can make it/
"Losers" I could have defeated you's in this race Inebriated/
I'm so immaculate at playing these hero game when/
Ghost Is happy with how he smeared every place red/
With blood I'll bring buckets, help him clean up the pavement/
Some hand out coats to impoverished, not me I hate it/
If see a hobo out in the streets, to greet I say this/
"For 20 bucks would you please let me hit you in the Face with/
A pot pie?", "Sure" with the strength of Popeye I believe he ate it/
After I alleviated his hunger pangs he appreciated/
I a bid him ado, he walked off when/
I allotted him to go buy booze (boo's), and he applauded/
As if I was the one who watches the watchman/
Only if I'm going to rescue a Rolex from a coffin/
It would be a crime to bury this, weary old/
Larry doesn't need to know or read a time zone where he goes/
I'm thinking what would Jesus do in this scenario/
He would say sell your wares and gold at a fair and go/
Follow me on this marry road, bare the oath/
What if I gave Larry's old, watch to the very own/
Prostitute at Mobile looking for John's to fairy home/
She could exchange it for, dividends making more/
Put some in the stock market, hit the bodega store/
Spending the first night with her children since they were four/
She prepares them what they crave, what they'll adore/
Billy after the prayer first, he welds the  forks/
And samples something there, he's never felt before/
Mama, mama. I need to know/
This Raman, what are it's ingredients in this bowl/
With tearful eyes She replied with just one embolden word... Hope./

F: thanks Mark your like the bestest friend someone could ask for.

M: Now whose not using real words...

F: I meant goodest as an indirect insult to your vocabulary.

Jepo: Alright kids, get to class.

Fred: Yes ma'am.

J: Bye...

They Had A Blast Part 2: Stoic Heroism (Produced By TapDaddy Beats)

Tapdaddy Cypher Submission for 102421

Ok Mark, what's on your mind... 
Maybe if I just write the thoughts down, I can wrap my head around it.

Verse 1:
Can I really make my father proud now with this path I seek/
Actually, if I could just happen to be down for my Family/
I keep having these same dreams how What's the pattern mean/
Am I not good enough to be loved this doubt it nags at me/
What if I brushed up against a bout of random calamity/
How would I react I mean, could I withstand and be /
The man I think I am and keep or be trapped beneath the debris/
Succumb crushed complete, death an I meet in  this tragedy/
Or would I run panic leave just up end an abandon flee/
those I love most or will those I love the most abandon me/
Face it Who knows the outcome of those we can't foresee/
Ill probably Blow it like mom's old sleep apnea machine/
They say What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, scabs to see/
But what doesn't kill could also maim, disfigure amputee/
We're all just animals staring at each, famished to eat/
The fact of the matter is we spite is all's a travesty/
Was Lewis right about the battle we- had am I mean?/
In rap you have to be braggadocios attacking their Vanity/
Or you're prone to get roasted exposed shown as a casualty/
Examine see- what does my broken moral compass have for me/
People want to hear tyrannical narratives Rhyming with arrogance/
If I were to say punchlines I carry I let fly like marionettes/
I cook up in the lab All kinds of various Science experiments/
No animals were harmed at the time in there I was writing this/
But I went inside intent to hit the lab harder than Michael Vick /
'Ra!'

My neighbor Joe's a dog trainer, he might go flip
If he heard that come out of my own lips his right thrown fist
Would probably hit me harder than I hit the lab, yet the cycle persists... 
Can I just say "Joe it's a rap joke, to emphasize how I write so sick?"
Even in context or out of, I don't know what the right move is
Yo, but I know this...

Verse2:
This very concept goes against every embodiment that I am/
If it wasn't on beats, but in public, what would be my defense/
I'd be labeled a monstrous, criminally inclined  convict/
What if I were to adopt a new mind set of what hip-hop is/
instead of misogynistic, narcotics, combined with violence/
What if my correspondence was more in line toward my conscience/
I could tell huge topical stories with innumerous options/
Any dumb stupid idea that pops in- side my human head I pen/
The only stipulation I got is to make it rhyme complex/
Add continuity, through and weave combine the threads/
Between the music we dutifully outline find the best/
Style that's unique supersedes the writing process/
who knows what'll be hopeful will find our success/
Can I live I guess in time we'll see, provided our best/
I can't wait for tomorrow to run this scheme by Fred/
He has the most comprehensive analytical genius yet/

And You know what Mark, I think it's going to be Ok...

What up Tee?
Your dog was hit by a U-Haul?!

Oh man, alright I'll put the bat signal out, get some of the fellas over maybe play some games. It might cheer you up. Alright I'll hit up BK on the way, text me whatever you want... Anything you want... Under 10 dollars.

They Had A Blast Part 3: The Introspective Plan- Demo- (Produced by: Tapdaddy Beats)

TapDaddy Beats Cypher Submission 110721
Mixed by altruistic: Cryptic X

Bryan: Dang T's dog Copper really got hit by a U-Haul?
Mark: Yep, like a modern day milk truck
B: Shame, and we're gonna cheer him up by playing games with him?  Is he even any good?
M: No, absolutely sucks.  Let's just let him win...
*Crickets*
M: Yo, what do we say when someone answers the door?
B: something like "During your time of grief, I'm really glade we could get with you all."
M: Dude you can't say U-Haul!

Intro:
Yeah, the plot thickens
You can't continue to dodge this street fighter compition forever 
Man listen....

Chorus:
M: I'ma hit'em high
B: And I'ma hit'em low
M: I'll kick'em to the sky
B: I'll send him to the flow
M: You'll witness his demise
B: Death'll grip his soul, whoever's got next...
M&B: Pick up your controls

Mark:
He sorts picking through character porteriat  pictures/
which of I'll gorge kicking a corpse with core Systems/
No matter which he endorse, he's picking the poor victem/
I'll send to the morg commission the Mortician/
About to go a mano a mano he can't be/
Using Guile in the corner huddled down low and camping/
This buster's holding back and ducking like Donald and Daffy/
thinking I'm gonna fall for the jump in attack please.../
I handily defeat his Guile he peruses the field/
He chooses Akuma and soon he was Losing his health/
a fireball he's shooting then we'll, he uses Akuma to tel-/
A-Port to the other side of the room confused where he failed/
You see while I evaded the projectiles movement he delt, 
this doofus goes straight stupid and hadukens himself/

Cryptic -X
Key in the ignition, Drive on the transmission/
Don't matter the system, crossplatform is the norm/
Scoring on this fool like my last name was randall/
Mark my words Colten cant handle this damn ball/
Gonna get it in my Fennec did hit him with a/
What a save 3 times again again/ 
im born to win wave dash to tap into action, juggle past you like Pele in fact im/
The only rocket shootin off in this league/
Double jumpig and boosting scoring points it would seem/
A balls a ball and if you drop one then you dropping them all/
Was Tap's controller on at all?/

Jinx
I got the living room looking like gambling den/
I got Jeff betting wedding bands on the weakest hands/
Tap daddy daddy really oughta pull out/
Already got a full House and he's down to the girl scouts/
Judys getting paid from some old maid/
Got Colton yelling go fish,/
but he's betting pocket lint and goldfish/
If i gotta choose a fighter I'ma pick Blanka/
And stun lock ya what a shocker/

*Round One*
Populus:
Next Baraka and Kano fighting in a Volcano/
My moves they erupt battling in the 1v1/
But he spams, no fun/
Knock him out, he's done/
*Round Two"
Hit'em with a spine burst/
Lava come up, yeah that burns/
War banner come down/
Bbab that's how it went down/
Seeing Tap cry was a *Flawless Victory*

Fred: Oh man, it's Miss Jepo!

Miss Jepo: I brought a pie. Oh you're playing video games, aw yeah, get wrecked!

Jepotastic:
Hey kids, it’s time for class of a different sort/
miss jepo in the house - for a schooling less droll/
follow your dreams but ya dreams of winning abort/
then i’ll tear you to shreds with precision control/
i’ve trained in wushu aeons greater than your age/
my martial arts got my reflexes honed quick/
black belt weekend warrior time to take the stage/
come meet my “spinning bird kick”/
I’ll quote you some inspiring Beowulf now/
The epic we started but haven’t yet ended/
“And the ancient heirloom Unferth permit thou,/
The famed one to have, the heavy-sword splendid/
The hard-edgèd weapon; with Hrunting to aid me,/
I shall gain me glory, or grim-death shall take me.”/

J: That's a Sonnet all over your face! Hey, GG... But GG Shakespeare!

M: You know what's another name for TapDaddy? A button masher!

They Had A Blast Part 4: Game Day [features to be named later] (Produced by: TapDaddy beats)

(TapDaddyBeats Cypher submission for 011622)

Mark: I need to go back to sleep...
When it's time to go to sleep I'm a phenomenal dreamer/
I sync in the scene blurs with real life an the reverse/
collide and then return than the visuals emerge/
when in my dreams, "word", can't predict what I'll see first/
Sometimes I be at work putting stock on the line/
other times I be at work with... Optimus Prime!/
an I'm just like lets bounce out at the drop of a dime/
then we roll through the streets like this world is mine/
In the city getting dinner Megan Fox on my side/
then out the corner of my eye in walks Optimus Prime!/
 an I'm just like lets bounce out at the drop of a dyme/
not even sorry a lil' bit, later Fox I'ma ride!/

Optimus Prime: My name is Optimus Prime
I Know! We gon' roll out and keep it poppin tonight/
An if we see Decepticons we gon be popping'em right?/
OP: Later.
riding on, you give me confidence Prime,/
that I can do anything...Maybe go to Cybertron?...
OP: Much later.

Chorus:
There I go, there I go, there I go.
I'm lost in my mind with Optimus Prime
Cherish those marry moments where spoke
Transform and roll out!

V2: Before I got baptized made my promise to God,/
before that night when I found hip hop to survive/
I was at the fight with the Autobots on the line/
in my dreams with my main man Optimus prime/
It was difficult living through a hostile environment/
The Kids in school would ridicule the attire I arrived in/
 I was sitting cool but didn't pull the price off my items when/
Bully: Marks got Thrift store stickers on his pants/
Skip you guys, I'm out of here, I've not got the time/
B: Yeah Your out of here, Mark come on it's obvious why/
 your pants already put you out, a dollar 25/
Man whatever, I'm gone, I'm not with the vibe/
I went home and hit the bed, sad, sobbing, and cried/
Fell asleep, then in my head Optimus Prime/
Said "Mark, Cybertron", its finally time/
Yes Telaatron 1 launch to the skies/

V3:My pops was never around he was a slave to his job,/
He spent all of his time out getting paid to provide,/
I never really knew him now until late in his life/
So in truth my moral campus bound with Optimus Prime/
I grew up with a cousin Mark, around him and I/
Would Be at my house getting down with robots in disguise/
For hours building town's setting up most of the time/
Where The original finger gun was made homed and designed/ pew pew
We Hung tough as ninjas bow staff and some sai's/
supporting each other through our families tumultuous times/
In so many shenanigans I don't know how we're alive/
He taught me how to dream, you just don't open your eyes/
If you wake up, keep'em closed and most of the time/
You'll re-enter the same dream controlling your mind/
Then he told me about his very own Optimus  Prime/
Sparking the catalyst that would then adopt into mine/

Hoop Dreams:
I'm dreaming of living, living the dream/
Dreams invent visions more vivid than it can particularly Seam/
some horrific with it's scene others blissfully serene/
the mind is a wonder, discover what image really means/

out like a light  flaring, eyes in rem the world turns/
paralyzed from the chemicals while the neural learns/
 your inner most dimensional memory internal/
convert redistributes, add chaos, an the worlds merge/

game 7 NBA finals I know the motto/
it's all on the line now instinct's triumphs survival/
cross through the pick, slide out, then pass to the big guy down/
low he hits the backboard swish, we're tied now/

midway through the night now, moon high in the sky out/
with temperatures low death is lurking like night owl/
Elec circuits fried out, simmering, in the  meanwhile,/
Ambien's in our system... there's an ignite sound/

times down running no more time outs on our side now/
Its hot, sweat in my eyebrows, I wipe the wetness than I browse/
I Look to my left I strive down, with only seconds of time now/
I put the ball in the sky the audience is alive now/

They Had A Blast Part 7/8: Optimus Prime-Hoop Dreams (Produced By TapDaddyBeats)

(TapDaddyBeats Cypher submission 013022)

Meet Marcus, he has type 1 diabetes 
And like others with diabetes, every day is a real struggle to churn through to the next.
I'm sure many have ailments they suffer and dwell with
But this is Marcuse's story, I'm going to let him tell it.
Marcus: I just need to feel Ok...

Chorus:
Everyday every night, follows shock an surprise
(Time passes)
This body that hosts my soul it also Plots my demise 
I'm getting older, my bones hurt Somehow I survive 
(Older you know)
With wretched diabetic genetics I don't know how I'm alive
Everyday every night, follows shock an surprise
(I don't know how I'm going to make it)
This body that hosts my soul it also Plots my demise 
I'm getting older, my bones hurt Somehow I survive 
(Older bones, a smiling face are vacant)
With wretched diabetic genetics I don't know how I'm alive

Verse 1:
I only think about it 25 hours a day/
How to keep my biological balance from outer space/
When I wake up to elevated numbers "wow" that's great/
For the next 3 hours my brain's running cloudy and drained/
I inject medication through a syringe to counter the strain/
Of this free loading pancreas that never helps out with the range
Every day it's a bout to maintain levels while its insane
The American healthcare system is a palpable shame 
You see, I don't follow a diet, it's a way of life I live/
If I don't kick carbs and sugars I die it is just what the cycle is/
A downward spiral, Mark doesn't get to Retirement/
In 19 years I'm benched mired and denied my Kid-/
neys where the rest of my days I'm tethered to dialysis/
Where I'm only tired all the time, my analysis/
 the reason the word even starts with Dia now is this
You're at the end of your road of life with your mileage spent
You've unwound your mortal coil, the twine been clipped/

You have to understand I don't want a bite of your sandwich 
Because I'll have to insulin up, it'll disrupt what I manage
I wish you could see from my vantage to understand it
But you can't, at-least keep my prosthetic leg after they amp it
And I'm dead in the ground where my only companionship is affection of maggots
Sorry if that went a little melancholy, we've got another verse...
Cheer up...

Verse 2:
Longitude or latitude couldn't map my erratic moods/
Wake up in a panic due to my Glucose is in the can, I move/
Down The stairs grab the handle you've gotta' hit the kitchen pantry soon/
My body is shivering dripping in sweat in immanent death as I crash the room/
Acting off instinct an animal, sort of similar to An abandoned wolf/
who'll gnaw off his very own hand & foot,
to free himself from the trap and book
I'm Grabbing Bananas and candy load, packing glucose, into my mandible/
Just Waiting for it to kick in like an antidote 
Should probably insulin again to cancel the o-
verload, I've never tried any dose of  crack or coke/
But withdraws from having lows I imagine that its close/10
Meanwhile I'm standing disrobed in my underwear Manic opposed
Did I mention my mother in laws in the room apropos/

(Camera pans swish)
You ok son?

Uhhh.... (look down, walk out of scene)

Outro:
When the Doctor told me the prognosis of/
Diabetic it hit like Nagasaki/ Hiroshima /
Of my immediate family, those I love,/
 who else would draw this straw of high glucose in blood?
None, Thankfully, I'm the only one/

Kick rocks genetics. The Randall strand of diabetes dies with me!
You don't end me, I end you!

Marcus The Puppet Has Type 1 Diabetes Ft: Jepotastic (Prod By. TapDaddyBeats)

TapDaddy Cypher Submission for 041022.

Hook:
Your mans got to awnser for his words Burr/
Slap slap
What he said bout my girl was kind of berserk/
Slap slap
How under my skin it made my nerves worse/
Slap slap
Ima have to show him how this world works/
Verse/
It was March 27th was enjoying my blessing/
In the front row section ,  auditorium preseant/
The front runner contestant for the award mention/
The best actor, which I've been after for a second/

Best documentary is about to be awarded/
Chris Rock gets on stage and tells Javier bardem/
You and your wife are nominated for the same awards an/
If she loses, for me he prays to the lord wins/

It was a joke about the domestic importance/
Of happy wife, happy life being nestled in courtship/
It's a lesson important and reflects a support sys-/
Tem. Then says to Jada dialect thats abhorrent/
You should be in GI Jane 2 cus your forehead/
Reminds me of Elisha and the she bears story/
I was caught of guard with A little chuckle fluster
I then turn and see the pain in her eyes and think MF

This Slaps (Prod. By TapDaddyBeats)

(Submission for TapDaddyBeats Cypher 052222)

Chorus:
Looking at the stars from a far in the sky today/
wondering why good understood tries to shy away
No matter how hard on my part Ima Find a way/
To Continue pushing hard to Embark on Brighter day/

InitiativeMark:
Searching for the precipice of what heaven is/
While in this vessel for which my thoughts and breath emits/
Is hope a premise with sorrow imminent/
Or a condition my mental lobe tends to benefits/
Searching for joy, or its mental equivalent/ 
Meanwhile I Toil in this abyss of Ambivalence/
The rosebud of growing up a citizen/ (Citizen Kane bars, I'm old) 
Can (Kane) I Foster the jigsaw comfigure its ligaments/
To form the image of bliss, contour picture it/
But coordinates remissed in the GPS for the trip/
"Gps signal lost" All aboard content no more with it/
As a 41 year old orphan reforming his/
Life that's been horribly uprooted and Torn to bits/
When fire sets forth through your entire orphanage/
 you're mired by corpses, yet for their bequest/
There's nothing more important then continuing forward, live./

Jepotastic:
Standing at the precipice pursed my lips again/
landing with a miss is worst a slip and then/
recoil into joy i'll find from grippin when/
the toil of preserving self wakes up adrenaline/
serving up autonomous gut responsiveness/ 
i'm climbing back hand over hand on strength this vine gives/
this item's lack of slack a stranded sink for fine fists/
aligning what's inside the mind to how this life lives/
_or rather _what could be if i connected/
_another _viewpoint not readily accepted/ 
_uncovered _by other ideas rejected/
now selected and directed unprotectedly projected/
staring at the dreamy screen full of my mind themes/
sparing not a seeming gleam pull up a blind beam/
courage to the mindless consciousness of rhyme scheme/
assurance like i've never seen here and i come clean/

Precipice Feat. Jepotastic (Prod. TapDaddyBeats)

TapDaddy Cypher Submission for 060522

Hey Fred, you just missed Edwin.
F: What up Mark? I came right after school...well. And after Power Rangers... Holy crap man, I'm glad you and your families OK. What's been on the agenda

Just in this hospital bed, stressed pondering death/
On how your next mornings never really promised instead/
Optimus said, Focus now while in the present 
"Oh Mark that reminds me man, I brought you a present"/
Astrotrain Oh Freddrick, bud, no question its love
You really are the best friend, Second to none
You can be counted on like an index an a thumb/
F: Flipping an abacus, more accurate at adding it up/
So how have you been active man while rehabbing your lungs
Sitting back in this hospital with snack packs by the cup/
"They have Chocolate pudding?" in abundance, I'll brandish you one
Nurse, meanwhile I've Crafting this masterful pun/
Check it, I just wrote the most magnificent Pun
An entered it into a competition, figured I'd won
They wrote a letter back I wasn't picked for the Win
You know what I did next, I went and did it agian/
I wrote a second and third with whim, perfected my Work
Each letter emerged penned clever inert
Spectacular something that the Judges never deserved
The 5th was a prison motif of correctional terms/
What does a warden say when a death sentence is looming
To his crew for an electracution they're prepping the usage
Of The chair, when the prisoner steps in room he says
"This better be perfectly executed" /
(Six)
I was at a town that was so behind where they 
Were/
Everyone new all of their own town neighbors
They were so behind the times where they were
I filled out my job app online... Paper
(Seven)
Mom's hire to clean made my rib cage hurt
She wasn't quick to clean she'd enter/exit the Manor 
nothing to do with her anerexia, The maids work
Ethic at cleaning was just bare bones by nature/
(Eight)
My cousin Paul used to be in the streets of filth
Taking any floozy home to Netflix and Chill
Now a days he seems in the bible scene for real
I asked him what inspired him in life's meaning still/
He said "Obadiah, Leviticus, Hosea, Ezekiel. (O but I a live it cause, hoe, see a easy kill)
I was inspired by all the  prophets  that he revered.
(Nine)
Paul then added, do you know what the bible book is called which of that
Is About long suffering, pain, being wronged by the man
I ask which, he said it's called the book of Job, it's a trap...
That was a total of 9 puns. I was hoping to win it
I then had one more pun I wrote that I sent in
Fred Do you know how many jokes I submitted 
would win in the paronomasia compitition

F: No? M: No pun in ten did....

F: Man, that's spectacular I didn't see it coming.  You even Telegraph it and everything.
Besides bringing you an Astrotrain I also had something I needed to talk to you about...
Im sorry for keeping it from you, but with you almost dying, we really can't spare a second.
M: what is it Fred?
F: While we we're at Colton's house, his parents asked me to look at their taxes, because you know, I'm good with numbers... Then Beneath their cabinet drawer... I... I found your birth certificate.
M: What?
F: Yeah I know. What's odd about it is, it's your name, and social security number...
M: You know my soc security number?
F: what can I say I'm man, good with numbers, but that's besides the point. The year on your birthday was off. The days the same, but it says the year of 1981. 

M: What?...
F: All in all this means you and Colton are brothers...
M: Wait a minute, so you mean to tell me... my dog died?
F: My condolences Mark. Copper was a good dog.
M: Good dog, he was but a foot long full of love... What the f(beep).

They Had A Blast Part 9: Bed Side Assistance (Prod. TapDaddyBeats)

TDB Cypher 110622

There is a rectangular object in the room/
With flowers on the top of it bloomed/
the camera fades out from the zoom/
with blinds that are fuchsia and blue/
the décor is truly yet u-/
nique a chair comes into view/

A jump cut, a lady walks in the room/
we'll call her Elenore, she peddles forward  confidence smooth/
She glances at the lamp than looks back at the cube/
Tilts her head to raise her hand, but what does it do?/
Secrets behind her smile, what she possibly knew/
Meanwhile a glamor shot of the obelisk view/
We Marvel at the bronzed infused/
 Mahogany used/
Wood work, like yeah that'll probably do/
We continue onlooking now watching for clues/
It then starts to beep or is that the sound of a boop/
As if an alarm or warning now I'm confused/
From there Eleanor learns over Pops up the roof/
She Folds it once than twice, the prospect is huge
Pulling forward the enigma propping than soon
Revealing the once hidden secret optical tube/
In curiosity What wonders does it occupy to/
Truly tell a vision, Eleanor assignment is through/
She stands, Smiles as an Oracle who/
Has delivered this message of great importance to you/
War will consume every mortal and soon/
The mortality rate will be over the moon/
fortify our defenses forming a truce/
Forge ammunitions can't afford to lose/
Celestials enter our orbit soon/
To pillage resources, our corpses to/
Flames from the sky, a storm will brew/
If we as a people can't form a union /
And work together our course is doomed/
A message delivered to forewarn you/
Act in haste it's important to/
Eleanor then packs up the portal used/
Good luck humans, there's work to do/

The Message (Produced By TapDaddyBeats)

TapDaddy Cypher 012223

I'm a zombie for you love but inside I'm still alive
Know I'm longing for your touch, I think about you every night
I'm a zombie for your love, teeth come out  with every bite
and without you in my life, just know that I feel dead inside


Im craving your frames touch in a way i'm estranged/
I fell in love with you for your looks but salivate for your brains/
Could not escape from the pain just a slave to the change/
Taking away the only sustenance i maintain to Sustain
You.../
For which is the reason my Heart would beat in my chest/
your the key to my breaths In allegiance from breathing i pledge/
leaving me left completely dead i grievously step/ 
in the streets in distress creeping decrepit Leaking my flesh/
Every reach in my steps for perusing a meal/
We were the best, the void in me reflects how Loosing it feels/
So I'm Consuming these humans until the room in its filled/
Leave'em in a Ruinous spill like what you went an built/
Out of our union it kills me knowing your beautiful still/
A cure for your illness isn't found in pharmaceutical pills/
Or a virus, Without you in I'm falling apart/
That's not just a turn of phrase, I've literally lost my arms./


Since you set this fire my desires relentless
I'm inspired to diet on my cadaver an finish
As if there's a limited time required to begin once 
bitten from the bite the vitals expire in minutes

Why your delicious *slap slap slap*
Is that an iron deficiency
While lower, the irony is with me
Without allure I earn da Fish in sea
huih...
I was sick of Arguing over our pancake drama
So I guess it's my fault you've been absent minded
cus I Syrup'd off the top of the head like Ante Jemima
or Mrs. Buttersworth, for what it's worth
you're the reason I shuffle the Earth stuck in a curse
Zombie!

Zombie For  Your Love Demo (prod. by TapDaddyBeats)

TapDaddyCypher 020523

I rap emphatically over Tap daddy beats
I asked for he to please to keep the tag in for me 
 as a guided path to keep my mechanics clean
 My flow is tighter than soda bottle plastic rings4
...wait, Lets weave a Tapestry 
To elaborate what this really actually means 

Well Vapid teens sit at the beach haphazardly  
Kick back and drink six packs a piece of Fanta Cream 
to slam caffeine then scram and leave the trash debris
Of wrapping rings, from sand to sea 
they're travelling Abandoned means to a tragedy
 of aquatic casualties while chocking manatees 
wrapped Around the throat of gagging geese
were catfish cant precede, and casually
octopi get tied their hands and feet
not to be a drag but see what the simile happens to be  


Yeah, did you get that
over a drum kick snare we brought the kick back
put your hands in the air, feel the impact
InitiativeMark and Tap on the kick back




My flow is colder than Alaskan breeze
An if you missed the point that'd be Shaq on Frees
Not  cloning  Colton an extra copy
On his tracks I Double Tap like the head of a zombie
Rhyming muscles could only atrophy (add trophy)
For when we win this award, Know I Have a speech
Id like to thank My parents, friends, family
shout out Miss Jepo and the rest of the faculty 
Me and wackiness go together like  anchovies
an Michelangelo, ninja kick the rabbit please
or go together like water splashed in grease
Or a basketball in the hands of [Redacted]
Joke you'd owe me a coke,  but actually
 let's consider the oceanic havoc that it reeks 
my passion bleeds for this planet please
if you're a litterbug prepare to be smashed by feet, go team!

THAB 11 The Kick Back (Produced by. TapDaddyBeats)

Tap Daddy Cypher 030523

"Honey, you don't need a condom, Im on my pills honest"/
3 weeks later your pregnant, for real you con'd him/
that stooge was me I felt my heart stopped when/
you broke the news, I almost passed out like John Stockton/
fooled once shame on you, twice a problem/
3 kids later feels like my life is an abomin-/
nation, if I had dreams I forgot'em/
While emily resembles off spring of adoption/
using kids as a weapon is kind of rotton/
while I sleep you hold'em over my head high and drop'em
"you chose her" is the line my mom says/
truthfully me making mistakes is not uncommon/
I thought having braids one day was awesome/
I used to sag, how'd I escape if cops come/
what I'm saying is that there's a happenstance/
that I make mistakes, and you're like baggy pants/

Hook:
I'm leaving here, I'm gone, I said I'm leaving here for good.


it's been awhile Sarah, since we parted friends 
I see you're in the water swimming as a shark again
I'm still waiting for bruses to wayne (Bruce Wayne), scares to mend
The jokes on me you duplicitous Harley Quenn 
I was burned by you, while your out hurting hearts again
Who knew my first flame would turn into an arsonist/

  follow your presence how you wander with peasants, 
and The scoundrels you slept with, I'm not clowning your exes/
 but  you really Lowered the bar now that's espec. Since
When you went down to the bar to get barred down, Tetris/

F1pole position  for moolah-you know
formula uno, the cards that you show
They All in your Draws 4, why you getting blue though/

Oh and Thomas I Follow his timeline
I seen you planned a trip, you'd land before tom
Meanwhile his boy saying you should Try Sarah top,/
It's hella good, I'll tell you what 
Sarah gives long neck like Littlefoot.

You're not a dead beat cus your vocals are high dude,
You're a deadbeat because you wont to provide food
For Brish an Emily it'll be some time you've 
Been away. Weapon! I was trying to set'em besides you/

I should pick up the phone send the police to go Find you
Pull you into the precinct  will Get that cheese like a fondue 
I hope you like living with your mom whose/
 a stankin ass bitch, just like you/

Punk ass, I should send both my brothers to touch you
To punch you and double Dutch your body when you come to/
They'll have stomped so many mud holes in your lungs know
Your new nick name in my phone'll be Puddles/

Yeah I'm stalking your sound cloud and the songs you allow out
Pretending you Indy in the game, digital pow wow 
Just trying to be liked miced literally about now
You couldn't fill the shoes of Lil' bow wow/
So roll bounce out and crash your whip/
I heard your batman flip, Mark you ain't rappen slick/
You got the dog piss beat out you after an argument/
By Tom When you two faced like Harvey Dent/
And There were only two hits involved with it
Him hitting you and me making a song of it/

How dare you slut shame, when the whores you play with
To give business, no matter how coordinated 
LoL see (LLC) what I'm trying to sort of say is
The cum panties (companies) you keep aren't incorporated

You Make love like a Unic on Viagra
 u knick when you stab brah
A Lost mail with no package
Unlike you, To get my point across
you could never be accused of sexual assault... in a court of law

And since you like to cut the beat off in your songs...
What would Jesus do if he where you
He'd nail his hands and promptly return a Hebrew
Translation, what does that mean for the God

 he would beat off with the holes in his hands and cum quick like an obedient dog.
If he were you... You scum bag.

The One That Got Away Demo

The song is about what happens when another human does the unthinkable while you are both in an confined location.

Produced by:...

Admittance

This was a creation for Game Of Hip-Hop Vol 53. Theme: Satire.
 Produced by @official_megastar & @toddygotbeatz
Lyrics:
V1:
(Narrator)
There task to bring over a masterpiece/
on a sampled beat focal point's pass the peas/ 
a Satirical theme is what so happens to be/ 
what our rappers need can they adapt an succeed/
--------
Mark sent me 30 songs were kind of dope, IDK/
i feel like we got competition against the fighting ropes/
with Megastar and Toddy's beats on the side I know/
we'll take a pound of flesh, and leave pile of bones/
whats good my dude, whats up man, how's it go?/
you sound different on the phone Mark, I got a cold/
I would embark high an low where you're trying to go/
not in real life but would in bars (wooden bars) like a xylophone/
(what?)
here's a verse I started writing a lil while ago/
"The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then/
Bring 'em to the front 'cuz my rhymes' be the oxygen"/
how is that satire? I sat tirelessly jotten it/

V2:
Thanks for keeping me abreast like a pare of D's (Parodies)/
I don't mean it as a joke, it's sincerity/
it's imperative we knock it out the park, comparingly/ 
like a judge sentencing a predator of barely teens/
For clarity I don't have it yet paired to beat/
Spit it A Capella man, let me Hear a piece/
Lend me your ear please  a rough draft bare with me/
I'ma hibernate on,  refine the lyrics tweak/
to see if I can improve find superior schemes/
victory will be ours, aligned with the merits reaped/
that last part sounds familiar I'm trying to place it/
I'm quoting Pac from I got my mind made up/
off All Eyez with Reggie, Method, Daz and Corrupt/
Man they really spazed on that one/
send me your vocals, I'll run'em through pro tools/
we've got this in the Bag, we're done/

V3:
I'll break in to his crib with a shotty mask/
while he's on his mattress I'm an insomniac/
 I'll catch'em were he lies like a polygraph/ 
Karate kid style put'em in a bodybag/
took his pride with strep throat swallow that/
Dudes a joke, a punchline copycat/
 he stole his whole flow from Rakim's pad/
trying to troll me bozo, diss how I react/
vengeance is sweet, violent acts/
He goin' to be sick of me a Hypochondriac/
these words are inoculates I'll be at/
his work choking him out while he lollygags/
each Stroke with the pen trying to martyr him/
I hope he's Sipping a delic' Arnold Palmer when/ 
 he has a long stroke not golf insinuation/
I mean where he can't move his arm again/
So step aside and never try/
to get between my rep and pride/
recognize next time you want to test the odds/
creating these gems (gyms) with my blessed rhymes/
is the only reason my demons are exercised/

Team 4-The Online Collab-Mark 2.0 (Prod. by Official_Megastar & Toddygotbeatz)

Submission to r/Makinghiphop weekly [CYPHER] VOL 43 (2020)Theme: Trash

Beat by #lowkeyporterbeats

Lyrics
"Come travel back with me to 1996 a second/
While Redman was dropping muddy waters I was in the trenches/
Of our Local block buster video game rental section/
Debating what game we take home that would make our weekend festive/
philosophized the Deepest Questions/
Our  brains could conceive with measure/
Do we get Madden 97 to compete endless/-ly
Or Get Tomb Raider again, maybe now we can best it/
Twisted metal 2 selected Tekken 2's a negative,/
It's simply not as impressive as what legend VF did,/ 
I would Low block get my blocks perfected Tetris
Or Virtua cop 2 with duel pistols weapons heads spin/
After 2 hours looking We left with Rise 2 resurrection/"

Hook
A lot of trash...
"there was no internet to guide our goal. 
only game magazines to advise us so
We Arrived at the store with no idea going
cus we both know what we know...."

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