The Multi Cypher

[Snakebeast]

You have no technique? Then I'm afraid that you can't wreck beats
Might as well let your head sleep in the backseat of an old red jeep
A rap career is no longer an option, that idea is in the scrap heap
In fact, sell your jeep, try to get a job at IKEA, join the rest of the fat sheep

[Halftongue Dre]

If it was ever even an option
I musta been naushes
Its costly even talkin about it not as
Wanted nor desired
When i lost it
Now i conspire to rob it
Wired like a goblin tired as i squash it
So vomit chunks you lil punk im on it
My flow like a faucet
Toss it up n watch it
Land in your garden
Haunting your house with my logic
In the on set
Are you ahstruck
Be honest
Your just a lost duck n my cognitive
Thinking stays blocked up
From the schizo chronic im bothered with to harness
Locked up
In my own head like a convict
Cant write or rhyme
Too fogged up
With no fight in my eyes saying lets mosh one
Im a lion dying but i'll still stalk up n rock you out your socks bruh
A long jump and a lick away from my chainsaw youll be saw dust
As you get pause stuck walking up like you tall huh
Not so much
You just a small dud
And balls none you call some
Wall running like a crawl bug
Till you fall from it not clung
So stop running fore your toes throb like they got stubbed
Cock loving like a lost slut
Walk strutting like you got a squashed butt

[Snakebeast]

You've got a squashed butt like a cigarette in an ashtray
I don't give lots of fucks; I don't give a shit what asses say
Give a passive gaze at everybody who's ever hated me
Middle finger nail in their eyes; my bloodlust is never sated, see

[Halftongue Dre]

Go fourth in flames
Swarmed by plagues
Cause you were born to feel this pain
As you mourn in vein
Worn and phased
How much more can you take?
A sword, a blade?
Maybe more than 8
Cause this war is fake
You should be a corpse in the grave
Decayed with deformed legs
And a torn face
Not the norm ey?
What more can I say
I have poor taste
Cause your raps are corn paste
Takin stabs at me that your fork makes
So get back to the mourge snake
Before the floor breaks
And takes you to hell's door gate
Where the Lord waits
To ignore your claims
With more hate
Then making a door break in four ways
Its more safe just to wait out the storm mate
Let it rain
Youll be warm again
Till then you can call this forced rape
So hard I made your horns break
With no shame
Saying oh great
This is so lame
Trying to battle with a snake that has no fangs
And a hole gaped
Who needs his soul saved
With no way
So go play
With a shaved troll you grey goat rolled into a rope lace
Even the pope prays
So hope the same
I dont choke your brains out with another note layed
Wrote in shade as I slither up to your throat vein
And squeeze it till theres no taste and you go feint
Sea cause your boat sank with no trace
So get it straight
This stage isnt ment for you ok
Now go another way
Or behold your own fate blown away
As more bones in the grave
It makes no change
Cause im the one who holds the weight around here like a gold chain..

[Halftongue Dre]

Pardoned of sin as you begin to regard it
Blend into the fight as you amend your hardships
Descending into light transcended past darkness
And harness a conscious tarnished with promise
Embarking on knowledge gained through the harvest
Starting to acknowledge God for who He is, not just the artist
Making His mark when targets break squadron
And depart with a heart hardened and can't sense the problem
When its common for them to think they will be forgotten
Lost to the wind as if He didn't want them
But that's nonsense and honestly it shocks Him
Robs Him of the joy just to see them blossom
And its costly almost a caution
For Him to watch them sink to the bottom
He asks Himself "was there not enough doctrine, apostles, and prophets?"
"Do they really have to go to the hottest pockets in hell to know I'm being honest,
that there is a place of torment prepared for the fallen
and all who follow their logic in bondage?"
"Of course I love my creation but when its lukewarm it just makes me vomit"
"I cannot live with sin, this is why My son had to squash it"
"Tossed under foot and conquered it, why can't they honor that?"
"Even just ponder it"
The Father is sad but that doesn't mean He doesn't want you to bother Him
Can't you hear Him hollering?
You will if you begin to follow Him
Sobering or not just call to Him
Remember that promise?
Those who knock will get to walk in
And those who seek shall meet an expected end
And if you ask you will receive a gift
So come as you are and just believe in Him..

[Halftongue Dre]

I give dick better than I kiss it so shit on me for what I say I don't give a shit bitchs. We used to be kids n now were men n women n it still makes no difference really now does it friends. Send me a gift so I can send it back cause in the end y'all can kiss my ass. Jking yo take a joke I'm just trying to make y'all laugh not make you mad cause either way I'm not sad if I don't I just hope that I can. Make you laugh, not make you mad or do both n make you totally sad to be glad. Damn but I can't do any of that cause y'all are mope n ur emotions are flat. So go back to class n hold up your hands so nobody asks what y'all know about facts to the answer, matter fact just snap lash out n stab someone with the dagger hidden in your planners n plan to scatter n scant running fast out the cafeteria with bacteria packed up on plaques y'all can call your criteria trying to hear someone speak through their teeth but nobody can hear um feared up in delirium try to warn y'all like something serious is about to go down in history class but y'all ain't to curious like you did the math already n y'all are the psychopaths furious..

[Halftongue Dre]

I wish I had more patience on waiting for The Lord cause the temptation of Satan is beginning to hoard more of a desire that I can't afford not to embrace n explore anymore. It's a war for my soul, The Lord and the devil as they settle the score in the endzone till then I'll never know who won till there's a knock on my door and I let in whoever wanted it more to give claim to my soul as I praise their throne till the end of days n forever more either in pain as a alien with horns as Satans favorite pawn to pour his pain on cause the war is lost or a baby born again with an amazing roar to praise The Lord in song for having the war won at any cost. It's a toss up lobbed as a product swap saw dust in a most pit not bothered to stay calm having to squash shit n watch it get stomped in with no caution or a modest man crawling up from the pit of the damned polished n honored to trod off into the garden to marvel n pay it homage. In the on set of two options I'm still distraught to the point of being nauches with which process to take more honest as I walk it out n pay the cost to have it wanted. A sequence of females sequeled or my wrongs forgotten. Shall I chose to rot in the hottest pockets of hell as its convict or go dwell in the shell of the garden as pardoned? Go n be with the Father or go n be with the fallen. I know I deserve hell but God doesn't want that but I almost want it. I never came when He was callin n I never followed Him long enough to get fully washed in His promise. So it obvious I should just cause myself to get lost in it the logic of a demonic cocky prick n just launch off like a rocket into orbit then pause n sit n look at the world I gained as I watch my soul float away cause I lost it. If I do chose that option. But honestly who stocks up on socks to never walk a step or go jog in um long enough to cause a stench? Cause I bet that's what it's like to sell your soul, you gain the world and every girl you want with all kinds of jewels but you'd be a fool to sell in with the woul pulled over your eyes not knowing what you fell in thinking its a puddle when really its a pool of sharks n you get pulled in like its cool to swim with them, the temperature that is..

[Just Silver]

Long paragraphs the skill of the handicapped
Barely can grasp a path in which he raps
His name makes no sense please stay focused
You should stay home and know you have no spit

[Supershade]

No shit these hoes clothes dont fit
My mo-tive is to show dick!
... im so sick, not me whoever wrote this

[Halftongue Dre]

Pinned as a sinner, swipe switching his mind/ its an inner fight that's hitting inside/ the bigger it gets as he withers, it gets dimmer with time/ caught between each flicker of light hes a killer by design/ ya picture his rhymes/ murders to survive in the words he writes/ go a bit further and you'll see he's stealin' the dark a burglar of the night/ taking his own shadow by surprise, carried out in a murmur of light/ leaving it in the dark where its even harder to find cause he found what he lost, a spark to the fire..

[Snakebeast]

There are five ways you can try murder a rhyme
Unfortunately for me, I think I'm hurting for time
So without further ado, the first way is dope multis
Like rhyming "chin-checking" with "impressing" both fully

[Squiggles123]

Forget chin checking and impressin'
You're upset and I reckon you're stressin'
But it's really a blessin, because messin' with me
Will leave you a mess murdered, blood all over the scene

[ilovebender.com]

See I've seen it all before
or not, ZOOM!
Some shit I ain't never seen before
Before me there was Shady
but Shady got murdered
I returned his record to the store then
Bought it again, look bitch I am insane
Find me another shot

[Halftongue Dre]

The spirits are at work. Be blessed.

[ilovebender.com]

I'm not convertible
said yes I've heard it all
so don't try and
convert me because this pervert
is what you see
I'd watch for free
watched your sister fuck your brother
said that's enough for me