Lyrical FLEX (Finish Wit Da Word) CYPHA 'NEW'

I spot two chicks, cherry pops like acoustic's
ya got exscuses, i Move Tricks, fa Two Cent's
my styles that Fluent, Flu SicC, written like blueprints
got true sense ta stop students from listenin' ta pop music

n/w: Navy Seal

Everyday the same: fucked up faces and borin' places/
Street - home - street and no god damn grace, never endless/
No excitement and new lyfe's paces, just the same mazes/
Life in that street with thought: when you'll be terminated/
Life with doom brothers on the edge of ya death estimated/
Life with guns and drugs, without family, breakin' the law, isolated/
Now here just because of skills to remain alive, be not there, but here, evaded/
With brothers from age five, learnt to drive when was ten, shook down, belonged together/
Forgot the hope to be a better man ever, acted right - never/
Just lived together with the ambience in this hell's fever/
In the flow of time forgot the taste of fresh kill/
Lived to remain just because of my life will/
I needed just a hive to chill, find something to heal/
My temporaray wounds and make my mind like steel/
Did everything with cold blood like the Navy Seal/

Next one will be: greed

apples and oranges what i bought to feed
if i shove it in ya mouth ya relly ought to eat
litte man from the church who was taught to preach
now hes trapped in world full of thoughtless greed

n/w = nasty

Familiar phrases from the lines, so straight and killing like mines/
I'm not ya enemy and not sick, I don't need ya remedy, I'm fine/
You won't break me with this flick - you have to do something virile/
If you think that U.S. is the only gang - land, you're imbecile!!!/
"I'm just playin' the friendly game with somebody's lifestyle"/
Now I'm that better man who could stop the crime, I'm fine/
But you can't understand - cuz your grandparents weren't in the USSR exile/
You can fuck around for a while, but you won't believe in my freestyle/
Cuz East America lived like the best countryside, and could always hide/
From war threats and total distruction, after soviet blight, I lived with pride/
Behind the fresh gangs and corrupted politicians, every year the same slide/
"The life is better and we'll live forever", but It was just an invisible "fie"/
Another fuckin' tyranny, another bad life, another huge lie/
But you are just a kid with pink galsses, who lived too high/
To admit the other world side, the creepy East Europe sight/
And for now: I'm happy again, cuz finnaly someone reacted/
Somehow someone acted, proved that we can do something, attracted/
This is just the beginning of the revolution, as a matter of fact/
After some 20 years maybe we'll reach something like right track/
Now I see how "revolution bro's" look like, pissed off and collapsed/
My words are on the spot - believe you or not, they won't be retracted/

N/W: peace

drift in the shadows when i cruise thru the darkness
spit 4 pianos find out whos really haertless
step thru the door and wipe ya shoes in the carpet
and if ya need bread , sell ya jewels in the market
trapped in a cycle tryna tame the beast
look on the inside my man coz the pain is deep
if ya really wanna duel stay in ya lane 4 keeps
and stop runnin of ya mouth about aimless peace

n/w = Loser

THE FUNNY CAMPSITE SONG (witten by me):

The Loser

You can do It everyday...
But realise, that you can't make It anyway!
You're the loser whenever you play...
You always hear: "Please, go away..."

You're the loser whatever you say...
Above your head - rainy day...
Everybody use for you pepper spray...
Cuz you're the loser anyway...

You won't make It...
You won't take It...
You're always mistakin'...
You're the loser and It's time to face It...

You won't see me again...
You're the loser...
You always hear the same...
That you're one big loser!!!

So don't get in my way...
Cuz I'll make you pay...
You're the loser everyday...
And you can't make It anyway...
You're just one big LOSER!!! (mayday)

n/w: resignation

potentially sane with a hint of salt and pepper
got a top notch physique, tagged "bigger and deffer"
but beggars cant be choosers, the losers welcome the special
case and frame his face on photographs and bow down to him, essential

^^^weak i know

nexxxx word: subterranean

hold the line like a soldier, crossin’ the Range like a Rover
makin' Spirits move, call me the Soul Controller
thought I told ya ...
I came to get it, so remember my name
it's Dae, not Debbie baby, but trust-I still got Fame
I spit hot flames that scorch brains, you're cleansed by the fire
most got game and rock chains, but I rise higher
spittin’ words to raise awareness, movin’ beyond the beat
not the one for pullin' guns, but trust-I still pack heat
Ma gets real deep ... The Abyss ain’t got shit on me
my lines will seep into mind your and set that bitch free
you don’t wan test me ...
rude gal, me gets rock wyle ...
sin? ... nuff respect do fah meh ruff neck style
I’m crushin’ the fragile molds you fake thugs remainin’ in
equipped with the blackened soul of a subterranean



N/W: Heroics

nice Dae! love the colours - clever shit

I don't clap heat, I clip sample beats
yo white sneakers break dance when I speak
I mean spit, spoken shit
free style broken tangue twister lip trip
hip hop gymnastics, rap pracktics
drop prophylactics against fake rap antics
flex cypha tactics
white belts stick to da matress
mad stress got opponents wet
I'm blessed buddah wit cess cigarette|)
deep breath side step shit
gangsta dogs get shots from this vet
I don't fret, settled I'm stoic
I'm beat droppin, no heat clappin heroics

n/w sticky

wat happened to the Heroine thats hard to get over
the one that aint easy to crack when both parties are sober
take ya time and get to know her, if ur good then ur lucky
if ur REAL good at that you'll hear the infamous "FUCK ME!"
continue with the cuddle-time, bust a rhyme or two
rub her hair and learn 'em well bout the knowledge in you
walk around with the happy cheese, laid back position
never takin off the smirk, reminisce about the missionary
these times we ache for, hunger for, and fiend for
wat was once a word describing beauty's turned to an arm sore
rocks pile up by the dozens in ya kitchen
syringes are the crayons marking "who am i? who is this?"
dismiss this and fear this, vocabulary's tricky
turn away from the meaning ~ the situation gets sticky

i like how this one turned out :)

nexxx wurrd: honesty

Bombs hit Geeks, Found da Weed, and put it in da Bong ta Chief
Gone ta Eat............................................tha t was complete Honesty

N/w: Security System

Fiendin' like dope addict scuttlin round da mean streets/
Like a depressed kid clutchin da wet bed sheets/
Like the tip-jar fill-up afta some busy nights/
Like runnin' lip all of a sudden become gun fights/
An' lil' boys who grow up to be big males/
Now they tuned to slangin' stedda watchin' Duck Tales...

n/w bottle caps

Some fuckas were wasted on the beach today/
Some shot, in the hands - graffity spray/
Hey what's up you fuckin' gay?/
But who's this golden boy? Wack?/
He wanna be the rough hip - hop hacker!!!/
Guess even not black, "by PC raper" raps/
Thinkin' he's the king, his name's under the bottle caps.../

N/w blade

they always wanted conflict even mastered the art of war
they never asked for mercy cause they are hardcore
the valor of temple shaolins the boxin is eternal
the degrees are to high in compleatness and in thermal
they developed the bee hive and used the bee raid
always were ready to die so the edge is double on the blade

N/w Temple

Het what's up ma friend It's me again!
From the Z street, giving you some feed
Ain't so heavy dub, but totaly strained
No werds in my head spinning excetp "weed"
Soul of mob, tired eyes, heart drained, in chains
Still here - nowhere to go, showing my samples
Some quite cool, other - just dumb examples
Soon I'll be on the mic, in my real soul's temple

N/W: duke