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

Tap Daddy Anthem X Epiphany X Daddy Drops (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)

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)

TapDaddy Beats Cypher Submission for 112121.
(Mixed and Mastered by Cryptic-X)


Mark: Alright Fred while I got you on the phone, we're going to do a motivational exercise. A call /respond sort of thing  Just ask questions and follow my lead.

Verse 1:
How are you at spitting them bars? "I'm Great at it"/
How are you at dealing some cards? "I'm Great at it"/
How are you at fixing a car? "I'm Great at it"/
How are you at picking guitars? "I'm Great at it"/
How are you at constructing a beat? "I'm Great at it"/
How are you in public with speech? "I'm Great at it"/
How are you with brushing your teeth? "I'm Great at it/
In fact it is something to see the way plaque gets/
Destroyed should be a degree I'm great at it"/
How are you at cleaning up in the streets? "I'm Great at it"/
How are you at plucking up some weeds? "I'm great at it,/
practiced on  grand dad's land, he'd pay cash then"

Hook:
It's the next episode where we step in the mode where it's, all good/
Feeling fresh in my clothes about to head to the store and it's, all/
my best friend on the phone and we living on the globe where it's, all good/
Every minute that we go the potential is unknown and it's all... Good/

Fred: Mark, the color of your teeth makes me suspect you're maybe not great with a toothbrush... No offence.

Mark: None taken, Fred that's not the point, you just say you're great at something to feel better, it's positive motivation, try it.

Verse 2:
How are you at dealing with flaws? "I'm Great at it"/
How are you at dealing applause? "I'm Great at it"/
How are you with science and laws? "I'm Great at it/
Even quantum mechanics involved? I make it happen/
Can you invent time travel, in theory change the fabric/
Of time You just have to ad-just space and matter/
 and fold it in half just like a sub way sandwich/
Poke through, an astral project displayed patterns/
It's all 1s and 0s at the end of grey Data/
And how they subtract and interact play in practice"/
Wow Fred fabulous math, a great tactic/
"What more can I really say man I'm great at it"/

Fred: Man Mark that does feel good. Right now my temperaments through the roof. You know who else could stand to have their spirits lifted... T.

Mark: Dude, Fred you're so right, I'll get a hold of him right now! His parents just got him a apple cellphone.

Mark: Hey Colton, I know your live on Twitch, but Fred has a great idea.

Fred: Whud' up Tee

Mark: To boost your moral, I'm going to say a line, and after line with enthusiasm you have to say, I'm great at it.  You understand, let's give it a try it.

Just How good are you in Ableton? "Hopefully Tap says: I'm Great at it"/
What about the card game Pokémon? "Hopefully Tap says: I'm Great at it"/
What about goals in relationships? "Hopefully Tap says: I'm Great at it"/
Would you say your the favorite son? "Hopefully Tap says: I'm Great at it"/
Did you just say I'm great dad It? "Hopefully Tap says: I'm Great at it"/
I know your the tab daddy, but he's the Jedi master/
Your his Padawan to follow his step guide after/
Just keep moving ahead to the light path heard/
How are you at applying his rules? "Hopefully Tap says: I'm Great at it"/
How are you with tying your shoes/ "Hopefully Tap says: I'm Great at it"/
Are you a good beat designer? "Hopefully Tap says: I'm Great at it"/
Lastly... How are you at Street Fighter? "Hopefully Tap says: I'm Great at it"/

Mark: Alright buddy, I hope that was a success. Speaking of unadulterated victory. I was thinking about last week, and there's this audio clip, that reminded me of our game day. Here check it out.

THAB

THAB Part:5 The Call And Response Motivation Technique (Prod. TapDaddy Beats)

TapDaddy Beats Cypher Submission for 120521.
(Not mixed by Cryptic-X)

You probably don't recognize me, look in my eye's we/
With Fred invented a time machine years down the time stream/
I know your mind sees something inside me/
I'm a 49 year old you, surprised keep/
What I'm tellings inside deep, dwell what I confide please/
Through neuroscience we project our mind think/
Into our prior dreams to alart of dire warnings/
Mark you need pay mind, head every line I speak./
Still you might not believe, we're short on time you need/
to ignore those robots, I advise you follow me./

For The laws of physics devise what the science means/
When in court never belittle with the mental Highjinx/
The repercussions continues to sting spiral bring/
A Ripple that will rip through making Space and time cease/14
The omnipotent time keepers confine speech
Concerning the extinction event, that reminds me/

How old are you, ten? I hope you care to pretend/
Your worlds about to implode, I don't know where to begin./
You'll be staring and caught, between your parents adult- /
rieus relation ship'll soon have you taring apart./
And you'll swear its your fault, you were there when they fought/
but you mustn't bare the burden of two married adults./
Alcohol and affairs divide your mother from dad,/
he just does what he loves though it hurts the other so bad./
From his troublesome past tarnished, corrupted, and slant,/
his idea of Eden never to recover it back./
But your mother was intact, with your father in fact/
they were still together when she passed and you love'em for that./
You father passes two years after the same month which happens
To be your birthday the month of January
Meanwhile Marundo, keep up with your raps./16


Remember what I said, it involves Fred's life along with the invention of Astroprojection.

When in court never belittle with the mental Highjinx/
The repercussions continue to spiral bring/
A Ripple that will rip through making Space and time cease/
And lastly , but most importantly, Mark whatever you do never....

I had that dream again

They Had A Blast Part 6: Quantum Dream (Prod. 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)

(Submission for TapDaddyBeat's Cypher 031322)
Narrator:
Its January 1942, it's been one month since Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.

Meanwhile in New York City there is a vile degeneracy that fills the the city streets. The police commissioner is about to embark orders for a brave mission that just might bring both issues to a resolve.

(Listen up boys)
Verse:
There's a new hideously insidious crime building/
Where the devils conspired to nickle and dime children/
The allure of Lucifer's lucrative lie built is/
 a ruse to polute the youth, mind melt them/

Seduce them to lines, demobilize, bill them/
Slowly filling their time holding the sides tilting/
The table all while the ball collides, "Excuse me./
Sir, are we talking about pinball as crime?" Guilty/
"As of late Bob, it's sort of a hobby I've took/
Sometimes I win an object if my timing good."/
Frank with all due respect, honestly put/
I've never heard such stupid  gobbledygook/
The economic hooks, it lobby's to book/
Traps a Populus puts into  compromising jux/
Tipositions, do I eat between classes and such/
Or Do I shoot the ball, sacrificing my lunch/
It will take the likes of innocent kind Susan/
Converting her into a criminal minded hoodlem/
Connivince her to lie, boost and pry loosen/
Any change she can then identify to use it/
A Degenerate gambler before she's 14/
Besides Japan forces we're at war with/
These machines take up enormous Resources/
The Electrical fuses, copper the board gets/
the lead in use, the percentage its formed with/
The metal cylinders could be ballistic's in orbit/
If we reassemble the parts for missiles, warheads/
We might just be the victor in this war yet./
Hook:
Go forth get the pinball machines/
Go collect the materials in streets/
We convert them into weapons that we need/
Send to germany detinate to world peace/

Narrator:
On January 21, 1942, police squads bravely raided candy stores, bowling alleys, bars and amusement centers. They confiscated 2,000 machines. LaGuardia and other police chiefs assembled the press and smashed pinball machines to bits with sledgehammers. The remnants were loaded onto garbage barges and dumped in the Long Island river. The harvest of contraband pinballs was said to contain enough metal to build four 2,000-pound aerial bombs.
Good Job boys!

Sources:https://www.history.com/news/that-time-america-outlawed-pinball
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/11/11/learning/film-club-when-pinball-was-illegal.html

Standing At The Devils Table (Prod. By TapDaddyBeats)

Oh you left the daggers and brought guns for me, well...
Taco bell isn't the only way you'll see shells_
Clips pop off like fountain drink sales/
Tap provides a smorgasbord a feast in fact/
Rest in peace Brish, while I eat, I tore T a rap (tortilla wrap)/
Brish, Taco Bell literally makes you shit yourself/
And yet like the idiot you are, you keep sticking it in your mouth/
You really don't  want beef with the Marxmon/
You know why? Taco Bells got me sharting/


This week we've  got conquistadors,  Lance's  barmaids/
Last time brought pinball plastic from the arcades/
Already armed to play, my bars are grenades/
To detinate let God sort body parts in graves/

I'm catching shots from every which way I duck and move/
For instance even in this year Feb 22/
If you wrote it all down numerically ida shoot/
Like 02 22 22  he want it with who?/
If X Mark's the Spot, cough up the longitude/
I'm revoking titles this year, Brish is no longer a dude/
With a home decorator career, it's no coinci  though/
 Brish has no fear of throwing him self out a out a window/
How many stories can he descend (though) jumping out of one/
This out come resembles 9/11 2001/
Never forget... BRish the ground comes
When if fell (NFL), went over the line, Touchdown bum/
I'm Out for blood, like the vishis Mouth of a succ-/
ubus that's hot as Fffff BRishes melting toung/
After he just licked the nut sack of Bealzabub/
It's not over Bud, know that theirs still Hell to cum/

Yeah...
This heretic is spinning a web of narratives/
With so much misinfo it can barely hold to carry it/
He finds lies shares it, that's what his character is/
Let's add some clarifi-cation, check his merrits quick/

So I stole his rap, he was using it wrong/
He made a dope hook, I made the music evolve/
Lets comb through his thoughts, I'll Show you his faults/
Your supposed to pick up a dime, that's a beautiful broad/
Find her lost in the streets you dont keep moving along/
"Women, yes" B-Rish is a creep, a human insult/
Who beats off intensively while he's viewing in awe/
 Human Centipede until his unit is raw/
I can help you solve you're aluffness with croutons/
You just rest'em on top the fork like it's a spoon brah/
If Brish played a sport he'd  only play goofball/

Speaking of the soap Ima drop/
if you showed on my block, I'd hold you as hostage, /
Pop in, After I finished mowing the lawn/
I'd make him chock on both of my socks/
If not I'll Gomar Pile his dome replace the soap with some locks/

Man the lore he in (Mandalorian),  show you funny/
Ok no B (Kenobi) you wouldn't approach to punch me/
If he even dreamt that he'd a soak his (Asoka's) bunk sheets/
You sleep with a Yoda while in a baby Grogu onesie?/

X Mark's the spot, Brish never that/
Where I put your body there's not to be a treasure map/ (rip)
I hope your not foolish with it,/
and make the cool decision/
It's not cruel to mention, I'll pull the lynch pin/
Take a Bag pull and fit it/
over your stupid face Then put a bullet in it!/

Anime And Chill Verse 2:

Adolescence hooped more, Dreamcasting with cohorts/
Kept rapping, less tv, Time elapsed, move forward/
I was going through a divorce Mark Circa 04/
The vice Id choose to explore involves the Video store/4
For soothing my pain, was moving through 2 movies a day/
discovered Princess Mononke ghibli's studios great/
It was the conduit gate way reintroduced me to stay/
Then Martian Successor Nadesico got its hooks in my brain/
Soon I met a lovely lady who was named Jubi Renee/
We had a lot of the same interests including anime/
She wouldnt watch Naruto cus of the shape of his nose/
I replied, "Jubi If you don't like Naruto, I'm taking you home"/
Soon we're both sobbing as Haku died on the bridge scene/
We got married quickly, it was simply a blitzkrieg/
inconsolable reading the Manga, when  Jirya died/
But that's story for another time, what's up tonight/



In Memory Of B-Rish (Prod Bty Tap Daddy Beats)

(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

History from 18 years ago... True story...

Come Outside (Prelude to: Do You Want To Battle)

Beat: Meteore Prod. @Fiori-ds

Makinghiphop weekly Cypher 4 submission. Theme: Rockets...

Elite lines you'll find, on Every beat that I be on/
When I rock, it's (rocket) resembles the Hakeem Olajuwon/
extreme dominance in the paint with my rhyming brush/
I'm iller straight (illustrate), peep the collage that comes/
I unleash so many rockets intertwined with atomic bombs/
it generates an apocalypse, speaking off the tounge/
Will pulverize the comp to bits, I'll just feed off the crumbs/
The victim's are defenseless when we launching scuds/
paid in full will rock'em (Rakim) like Eric b often does/
Even if I let the rhythm hitt'em, he'd sneak off an run/
I make the music peak, he couldn't beat off a drum/
You'd be Synonymous combining with Beyonce's cub/
For having a blew IV (Blue Ivy) from thee loss of blood/
You couldn't endure (Endor) if you were the planet Ewoks are from/
I'd teleport to the hell or heavens for/
poaching Satan to make piano keys out his devil horns/

Rockets In The Sky 76 (MHH Cypher 4- Prod. Fliori DS)

Back around 2007 my Xbox 360 red ringed for the first time. I pulled out my PS2 from the closet to look for the masterpieces I had yet to play. One of those gems is timeless classic Shadow Of The Colossus. Upon finishing it, my brain exploded in inspiration. I immediately wrote this song. But due to life circumstance, I never got to record it. Today I gave it a shot. It is about Wanderer's first enemy encounter in the game.

Lyrics:
I approach the Minotaur slow, with my sword and my bow/
moving forward I go to enforce my blow/
it eclipses the light, fear hits from the site/
I have never seen a creature this big in my life/
As I wander from behind, trying to conjure in my mind/
if it lives I can kill it its the honer of design/
this mission is for her the battle is not mine/
for Mono I now stand in the shadow of colossi/
I jump to his leg he doesn't observe me/
fist wrapped in his fur beginning my journey/
remove my sword from its sheath just to concur this beast/
and with all my might bring this monster to his knees/
 I climb from his calve and race to his back/
and then from his back find a place to attack/
don't fall is my motto, he's balancing on his feet/
trying to shack me to the bottom so he can demolish me/
I remain on though my grip is getting weak/
his pure strength and energy's simply beyond belief/
 I gotta move faster my stamina is at its peak
So I travel to his head where achievement and heavens meet/
 "I'm standing on his crown there's a siegel on it now/
Blue radiance is profound cerulean all around/
I think I found the place I clutch my blade out
And with all my strength I thrust my blade down/
Blood throttles all about he hollers out load a sound/
No pondering on it now raise me sword to the sky and drop it from the clouds/
And with my final blow bring the Colossus to the ground/

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