IT'S THE OFFICIAL Sup Forums CYPHER

It's time 2 spit some bars fellow anons!

i told that bih lil pump ya ou

Yo son, it's crazy how this shit be, I was riding around In The Airplane Over The Sea
You know I'm a pimp, I get dough from all my whores
Going to the corner is like going to The Money Store
I mean this shit is sick, so sick that you got to see
It's like living in My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fanta-sy
We got so many hoes, man, bichis be texting us
Got em all locked down, like The Magic Band in Trout Mask Replica
Imma do this shit till I die, I's neva gonna fall
Imma kick on yo ass like I'm playin' Americ anfootball
I's gots to relax, I gots lot's a'stress
At least I got da hoes with me down, I ain't loveless
You a bitch ass nigga, I don't want to see you in my sight!
I be glowing all my life, I's Remain In Light
Peace to all da slimes, from NY to Puerto Rico
Got dem bananas on deck, like Velvet Underground and Nico
I shoot you in a slit second, shit can go out of haaand
You'll be on the deep web, man is dat Spiderland
I can smell death, man, all aroouund
You sound like a pussy to me, is like dat Pet Sounds
I'm a real screet nigga, ain't nobody real than me
I got yo ass all fucked up, dat shit sick, I call that Madvillany
Got gold ropes and jerry on, like Wheezy I bling-bling
You can call me your master, you're In The Court Of The Crimson King
Even if you want, what the fuck can you say?
Drop some balls, aren't you just a Kid, A?
I'm just playin' wicha homie, you ma dude like Devin
I uplift yo ass, I Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven
I be the super champ man, I'm one in a million
Get yo all dizzy up, like the cover of Merriweather Post Pavilion
Yo neva know what I really try to say, I's always play a double entendre
I look down on you, like Hosianna Mantra
You're a big fucking nothing, you're a buffoon
I give you a kick in the ass and you fly to the Pink Moon
I got all the bichis man, I's always gonna flex
Even the one down below, you know, the one with the album called "Ys"?

I's fucking rare, the one you'll never find
Listening to me rap is like listening to Soundtracks For The Blind
I got the maddest crew man, AYO, WE DEM BOYYYYS
They be str8 from Chiraq, Illinoise
So bitch, don't make me act a foo
I bury yo ass, and if they ask if I did it, I'll say it's Untrue
I take yo wife, and fuck on her titties
The cops won't do shit, I'm A Good Kid from A Maad City
I got mad skills man, I've been hanging out with boxers
I beat your ass down, you'll be sent to a Hospice
I'll get some revenge on yo ass, I slap you and then undress you
You became an even bigga bitch Since I Left You
I'm the best one on the thread, you must confess
Out of all these albums, the only one that's good is Deathconsciousness

Post ironic b emoji
Post ironic b emoji
nibba nibba i rock this jam
take it all the way to san fran
nibba nibba nibba nibba nibba
ouagadougo burkina faso's where i'm from
yeah

Spitting real fire
I am not lil Tyga
I will inspire your little tiger or tigger
Riding for my niggers but my niggers is inside of me
So how about it figures
Got my own company
Loneliness, the CEO of it
You fuck with me, please just go public
You don't need to know nothing
It's simply me and my flow
Discussing with this smartphone who's hugging me
Is the smartphone my cousin? I son it
It don't want nothing, I tell that nigger to plummet
The beef is between me and the secret
I keep between my lips when I give a chick a deep kiss
You'll never know me and you'll never know my category
The saddest story, how about I handle all your battles for thee
Step in, kinda like an orgy
Possess you and you're my weapon, Georgy Porgy
Put in pyres what I was referring to
Love be murdering me so I'm murdering you

Got my backpack on like Dora
Got my backpack on like Dora the Explorer

Dora the explora, bitch look good for a four year old

Yo... can you smell it?
Its that ghost in the shell shit
call this posthuman:
I change my brain, the ghost is intact
U lame, the same, ur soul still whack
This game's a shame, u lack impact
No name, no fame, a prole infact
Me? Like Donna Haraway my arms tearaway, call me cyborg,
No need to fuck with that cuck from Freiburg
I mean Heidegger - he aint my nigga
Haha, ur triggered, u mad cause my mind bigger
u fear techne; ur right to suspect me,
before long, you'll have to respect me,
bent knee to a brand new physis,
U know that humanity gon lose this
So choose this: neverending capital, body parts swapping, a new kind of natural
Like I can drop my IQ low, how I get that stupid flow,
strap on a black dick, ur girl calls it climactic
take her to the matrix, next to me you basic
Ya I blew my e-load, one second reload
hit that switch for auto-cuck, act like u don't give a fuck
feeling down on your luck but I don't got no sympathy
Im free of that deficiency, pathetic inefficiency, genetic insufficiency, no human proficiency
Yah
We gon fuck with evolution, engineer our DNA
This the final revolution but I doubt you'll see the day
best be known ur bird has flown
I'm tired of this homo shit
It will be shown u must atone,
this isn't just some PoMo shit
watch my throne I stand alone,
I'll wreck u with a slomo kick,
I'm freshly grown, u flesh and bone
And suckin on my robo-dick
so, well, kill yourselves
and call it posthuman

Alright check me out please
Makin u think but not john clease
eat ur moms grease in threes and record DVDs
of deeeeez nuts oh geeez

ma glock so loud, wen i shoot dat shiet b puffin
and wen da cops came down we said we dindu nuffin

reach me on telegram
work for the taliban
dick so wack my ex is a lesbian
only smoke purple, thats me
molly so good i can barely see
face so ugly barely fuck for free
My favorite rappers are watsky and yung lean

Heavy
wack

blowing cigarette smoke to cover up my weed tokes
at my part time joke what it means to be broke
but reading Nietzsche on my breaks? now that's woke
See ive read my philosophers, electrodynamometers,
photographers, ethnographers, rhizomatic monsieurs
not dolce and gabbana but deleuze and guattari
if knowledge makes u wealthy then im rich like the qatari
and if sickness makes u healthy then im ill like bad inari
now these bars are degenerate, inveterate, theyre total shit
won't catch me writing letters tho, heart-sick and earnest
spirit bound in fetters now, like papa with the sternness
throw them in the furnace hoe, show them how we burn shit
im more of a mama's boy, a make your girl a-cumma boy
take her in the bathroom and teach her about leo bloom
do you know who that is? guess before she makes me jizz
Its easier on molly watch her pupils big and dolly golly
shit i know it's vulgar but i wanted to indulge her
now her eyes are filled with blazes yeah she singing out my praises
whispering "I missed this" between our stolen kisses missus
now i got u wanting more, staring longing at the door
but i don't really feel bad, not even a little sad
I love all of humanity but most of all I love me
I've read my philosophers, outdated old geographers, biographers, demographers, even lexicographers
and in them theres no contradiction of my deeply held conviction
that I am the best since Abraham (tho no one seems to give a damn)
you might think u understand but I become the overman,
far from sight of any land, u can call my style grand
magnificent tension, delicate suspension
poetic comprehension, just watch my ascension
but now look I've gone too far, pining after distant stars
I wanna burn like Roman mars but I flame out at 16 bars

dam son

Yo, check it

Biggity booper
put it in your pooper
i like to masturbate
so i'll say
can you put it on loop, sir

fuck im jbenitampax
12 armed vishnu-pus
i speak into the void
chakra climbin
i lick my mom's hemorrhoids
bust my nut into her void
eye contact i avoid
more sang than froid
got no object persistence just a poid
one liner null and void

J BENITAMPAX

yo
check it
yo
I just ate some pork
my momma laid the fork
i can tell the future like nostradamus
niggers tongue my anus

tha's hot

tyo check it
yo
its hot like a plcenta
when i brek and enter
in your mums topkek
and she goes like shrek
its all ogre now
kaboom pow

i heard maad shiet from Em about Donald Trump
i got my MAGA swag on, so it's time to jump
shove my foot up his ass, kick him out of rap
get that talentless hack bitch cracka back on crack

well meme'd

trump is bitch king of the faggots.

A M E R I C U C K S

Certified rap genius here

this is ok if only for the Sup Forums essential memery
an attempt was made
this is actually really good despite the hard R n-word.
>Riding for my niggers but my niggers is inside of me
are you saying you don't have any friends?
>Loneliness, the CEO of it
okay yeah thought so
>This beef is between me and the secret
>I keep between my lips when I give a chick a deep kiss
you don't kiss and tell?
>You'll never know me and you'll never know my category
>The saddest story, how about I handle all your battles for thee
>Step in, kinda like an orgy
you're user so yeah, we'll never know you and you at least have a grasp on rap so you're squandering your talents or?
>Possess you and you're my weapon, Georgy Porgy
owning someone or like spiritual possession? Georgy Porgy? is that you or everyone else?
>Put in pyres what I was referring to
>Love be murdering me so I'm murdering you
this is actually a really great bar, like damn..

sick
nice meme
it's john cleese btw
nice meme
>dick so wack my ex is a lesbian
nice
>My favorite rappers are watsky and yung lean
rereading it with a lisp def made it better
>blowing cigarette smoke to cover up my weed tokes
underage detected
>but reading Nietzsche on my breaks? now that's woke
implying that's woke
>can you put it on loop, sir
is that a big shaq reference? big if so
jbenitex would be proud
nostradamus is that nigga, he'll tounge your anus
>get that talentless hack bitch cracka back on crack
nice

digibrony megaphony homie wanna fuck a pony lonely loli lover never ever gonna brush his teeth let me unsheathe my rap sword like kirito I may have been defeated but I'm back like obito

skinny white pimp
black crown vic
hoes on my dick
cuz i look like this

The storm is so heavy, the floods be running messy
This bitch I bukake'd be dancing like Leo Messi
The floor is so sticky I feel like getting ready
For the show it's a coming for the ride it's steady
The rise and fall of the Caesar was a cheap trick
The gains and the praise of a clown was some cheap shit
The mind and the mistake is all that's it's meant to be
You think I'm acting crazy? Naw give me an apology
Unlike that nigga Kurt he resting in the dirt
With some leather bullets swimming in his shirt
Man life ain't what is was before honestly
At least I could get head at the dollar store with a couple 3s

The fact that so many books, written by rocktist crooks
givin' the Beatles the clout, simply on the way they looked
shit's making my sick, str8 up breaking my heart
only tells you how far rock music still is from becoming a serious art
Peace to the jazz crits, givin' props to Trane and Duke
they didn't sell the most, but that's where we got our loops
and even my man Beethoven, if he was alive a lot of coke he'd snort
but nobody cares about classical musicians who were highly popular in European courts
Y'all niggas is blind, blind by commercial success
about a band who only cared about how to dress
But this shit pathetic, I mean, what can I say
the Beatles sold more than anyone else, SYKE, not true, by the way
On the real though, it's important to look in the past
because if we don't imma put these rock critics on blast
but it is what it is, these niggas been living in caves
and no wonder they will think that the Beatles did anything worth of being saved.

KEK