R/makinghiphop Cypher Vol. 3 ENTRY
[Verse]
The lowest of my times
Are the highest of your highs
Thus when Imma write
I'll wrong you with my rhymes
Orchestrating lies
For the charts to recognize
How my style flies
Thus meaning behind my lines
Who would've thought
I could have dropped
So many songs
And they all flop
Hell, Imma pop
Won't ever... quit
Stay persistent
Hate the bitching
Changing quick and
Made a list with
All greats livid
I'll remain to give
Not abstain from making hits
Judging by my Lox
And Mortal Kombat bars
Give your Jade a kiss
Suck on my 8 inch dick
I P Styles when I'm pissed
Wild shit is what I dish
Like it came from Bear's Gryll
Man v. Naturе still
That's how these haters feel
Likе little kids with gills
They get so fishy, chill
With your net comments that still
Come up often in my grill
Mow you down if you feel
Like blades of grass, stop
I got my mask off
I get you had bars
You meant a bierhaus
That got closed off
After one thought
Ideas that I spark
That's a puzzle Imma solve
I'ma solve it in a song
Finna go right
To the booth like
I don't have life
Only a lie
Stuck in a rhyme
Killing a line
Without violence
Just choirs and mics in
My studio chiming
To win all my diamonds
Getting me dimes with
Ten cents for a dyke bitch
*raspberry*