Da Cypher: Word Play
Some say a Cypher is freestyle of the mind
It's a testament of your word play
And how your metaphors create an*logy
That's a symphony on the word you say
I'm an eight pack on an eight track
Going back to back from orange to black
No h*mo, in your case no Romo
Shafted by the Tonys, an award
That avoids me. Call me a cowboy
At the age of eight I was a word meister
In my 20s they called me a shyster
Now you can call me heister
The lyrical baumeister
An original neumeister
Mocking a feister, have you running
Laps like a geister doing an all night-a
Bar for Bar telepathically I'll spray these
Words, in your mind
Your mental capacity
Can't see me eye to eye
It's straight platonic, my flow is supersonic
With the audacity to make you vomit
Blows as hard as gambit, not even Rambo
Can jam it, or Barack Obama can understand it
Physically, you're mortified generally
By my oppression, feel the digression
These nouns will have you in a depression
Once you're marked there's no suppression
My word will bring your aggression
As I a**a**inate your character, world star got
You smoked like the d**h star
There's no protection, this is straight perfection
Not even the west can vest it, your ego
Will have you like a white girl flat chest
I consider your style with no breast
A wasted talent and space on my rhymes
Stop dropping name dimes