Restoration Cypher...

[theman080]

was goin juz make it a straight up drop but I got more I need to kick on the matter, so if you got sometin you wont said, drop it here...

I'm flauntin the rhythm in addition to my hauntin rendition
Of tauntin these bytches, I'm the key that starts the ignition
The Grim Reaper, battlin me is your auction audition
Going Once...

Going Twice...

Sold to 0-8-0, demolish targets wit quickness
This is hardly a gimic, your lines to weak to be fishin
For a battle wit a vet, I'm the seed of affliction
Needling victims, black plague, emcees in submission
Its easy to diss em, stop em' while they feedin the fiction
No ****, thats why on they game I'm repeatedly pissin
I seize the restirctions release em while they bleedin & limpin
Pump life in Hip Hop's lungs untill its breathing in disses
Give me the latitde to restore its attitude, indeed I'ma fix it
Wit devious diction commit it towards receiving additions
Subtract these subtractors, for lack of a batter phrase
I'm actin in lettered praise till its back in its better days
Been lettin it smoke mids, allow me to get it haze
If rap's an athlete its Jose Canseco on a crutch
If its a pimp its a dickless prick tryin to get a nut
If its a bytch really quick I'ma set it as such
Got no tits, stretched out hips,cottage cheese contained in the butt
Sorry if your in the vicinity of that harrowing imagery
Rest assured I'm painting an attractive masterpeice
Actually, I'm gradually crafting mic majesty massively
For three thousand moments the reflection has waned
No depth has been gained, instead pathetic text has remained
I chip at the rough edges have the exterior smoothe
Offer restoration to sight to these delirious dudes
Clear the hedges in the path so its easy to move
Shine the light on the stage, what I eternally court
Invitation to sport ability's emergency force
But I remain alone on the stage, despite repeated invitations
Indeed I've been the greatest in statements to feed invasions
By now it chould be packed, second check, indeed its been vacant
Rappers to afraid to get burned in the stretch, like obese bytches in warm-ups...

[#1rapper]

I can handle and dismantle any wack emcee thown in my path
The chrome that i pack can snap any bone in ur back
Its shown as a fact, on a track im the deadliest kat
My craft when cracked can tear medal in half
Instead of some cash, i would like to get my earned respect
The chain on my chest has many slain to death
Cuz they check to quick when they turn their neck
Burn in heck, or for my vulguar and older poachers, scorch in hell
let your fortune melt, of couse i dealt with the posion myself
But the boys are my help, And the toys in the belt
Dont make noise, they make welts, i choose to ignore all your wealth
Cuz if i acknoweldge your progess someones gonna get shot
And i dont bother with nonsense, thats why the gunz gettin popped
Im not solid with mobsters, But i run with some wops
And when they get done your block, ull be to scared to run to the cops
get punished in clots, i raise my fist to a bytch to leave her stomach in knots
The dumb of the crop, who really wants to diss the nicest
i spit with bits of nitrous, ill leave you split in slices
And even kennedy's remedy couldn't fix this missile crisis
The shyt is lightning, and my retarted target are holding rods on a roof
No facade its the truth, im the god in the booth
Restoration cypher....this drop is proof

[W.I.Z.E.]

In parellel universes I'm considered the worst,
prolly why on this planet everything's in reverse.
Like ppl crying mad hard at the funeral verse,
at first when we was made each birth held it's worth,
now they shoot 50 damn times the crime is unreal,
a viscious cycle, life is dealt a raw deal,
the value of our existence is greatly minimized,
when the cops should protect but despise and take our lives,
Then a cop killer's born with disgust in his eyes,
How the f..k you expect us to trust you damn guys.
For justice..is just ice...cold it's just right,
bold my fists tight..to lift you chin ight.
f.. all the madness