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A Farewell To Copper (Produced By: TapDaddyBeats)

I've decided i'm a do it
But I need some tools 
If I'm really gonna go through with it
Copped like three AKs on Craigslist
That shits amazing
Spent the rest on some blow
And a night at the Days Inn

Yea I have some friends
And a bitch
And a car that my parents helped me buy
And a room that is mine
Where I sleep all the time
And a part-time job
Where I hardly ever cry

This ain’t nobodies fault
This ain’t nobodies fault
This ain’t nobodies fault
Life just took too long

Anthony didn’t make it to class
He's coming late and bringing Jinx
So you better be fast
You better beware
Cause he's right out there
He's creeping peeping into hell
And he's waiting for that noon bell

One, Two, Three
Left lying in the grass
Four, Five, Six
Shoulda seen me through the glass
Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
Shoulda kept running 
Yea I popped em when they stopped to help 

(Pop, Pop)
From my background
(Pop, Pop)
Goes the
(Pop, Pop)
Pig
(Pop, Pop)
Sounds
(Pop, Pop)
They keep shooting
But I'm bleeding on the ground
Gotta laugh no cops dropped
My breath stops

Jinx - Nobodies Fault (Prod. TapDaddy Beats)

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)

You say youd shoot this
You say youd fight back
War is art and art is war
Fed by the dunce with the caps
Tzun Tzu with a with a wig
Pigs with unionized amnesty
Homie, art is tragedy
It ain't no hero fantasy

Act: I
Your scared of all the sounds
Drones are in the air and
The cells are working underground
Troops are hiding in the streets
Popping civvies to the beat
Undoubtedly
Every single one of us is enemy
From the black blocs
To the yee haws
The real g's
And the mom and pops punching clocks
You can't say it
Gotcha knees shaking
Calling god
But Your pleads are vacant 
Pray your momma grandma auntie children really make it

Act: II
The poor always fight the wars
While the rich hide behind their private uniformed boars

Jinx - Boog Boy (Prod. TapDaddyBeats)

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)

this spawned from a ghetto joke about 'Tequila' by The Champs - the song with one word - and expanded to fill the earth.
.
.
.
JEPO
this song goes out to anybody who's ever had purple drank - or not. that's all of you! 

it's b-rish
jepotastic
grab yo purple drank we make you feel fantastic

it’s not tequila
it’s not bourbon
it’s not gin
it’s not satisfaction
it’s purple drank, purple purple drank
made from grapes and somethang
could be fizzy, juice, or koolaid
electrolyte replacement gatorade


SPACE HOOK
cause i’m throwing down bars
sittin on mars
from my spaceship ooooo

i think i can be here all day
that’s what i was about to say heyyy
mr alien man spaceship man
on your old tin can
it’s not as big as the touring van
do or die
i’ve never been high
…
at least not by choice
purple drank

b-rish
jepotastic
grab yo purple drank we make you feel fantastic

...

B-RISH
Purple drank
Purp purp purp drank
Purple drink it ain't no stank
Type of drank that make you think 
The type of drank that make you great 
The drank that rhyme everythank 

Whether you stunting in the hood
While you sipping as you should
Just take another drank
Dang this stuff sure be good

Mixing sprite with codeine 
Gonna make me some that lean
When you look me in the eyes
Gonna see that purple gleam

Now it ain't as it seem
Purple ain't only lean
There's plenty of other dank
Red cup purple drank


Gatorade and kool-aid
Heck you got to hecking say
Childhood drank
Back to save the purple day

Serve me up some cherry coke
Purple Fanta ain't no joke
What about that grape juice
Sip a little gets me loose

it's b-rish
jepotastic
grab yo purple drank we make you feel fantastic


mix cryptic-x
prod tapdaddybeats

Purple Drank feat. B-Rish

(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)

Dope collab from The Beez and Nebraska's  Killing Field Records Artists Jinx & TheyareGhost !!! production by Wilbert Grape

THE ELIXR Feat TheyAreGhost & Jinx (Prod by Willis.)

Anime Girl  Prod by .Enemigo

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)

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