The Endless Two Line Cypher

[zeshi]

Ay! yo, wassup, what is crackin'
I am at your doorstep tappin'
Waitin' for u to let me in'
So, we can hangout with that gin..
(waiting to get accepted xd)

 

[CntrlAltDel]

Record labels signin' kids from their Soundcloud channels,
They be lookin' for the brightest star son like some solar panels
"Kids with the sick wit, wet flows",
Make a couple of mills quick then get hooked on some benzos
You're just a pawn of the industry,
Once you dead, they'll remember you once,
Then you're history, And your mantle's ready,
For the next example,
When you see it from my angle,
It's hard to not take a stand though

 

[CntrlAltDel]

Hip-hop, the beginning of it all - the rap game
What's become of it now though a damn shame
Talent is extinct, I can count on one hand the hard folks left
Eminem, Nas, Rakim and Yasiin Bey from Mos Def
So when you turn up for good music it's mostly classics
Juicy from Biggie alone makes these kids' top 3 artists seem like anyone average
Then there's 21 Savage and them NBA young boys,
Migos and thug,
Make these Lil people seem like they've graduated to the greatest by making gun noise
Their egos grow coz they got the money to show for it
And you people keep giving them shows so their show boating won't sink
And the real lyricists are on the brink, Of getting extinct
Like I said, I can count them on one hand, am I countin' you in?

 

[CntrlAltDel]

More for capitalism than actual wisdom
The note says "in God we trust",
But I guess the dollar's enough
The psalms are the marching band of armed protests from charging dems
Wicked ways stay wicked and this is all part of the plan
Got you marchin' in the street to an arrhythmia beat,
For some opinion that at its heart is weak
Now the Mobs pushing Deep leaving the president looking like a shook one
With the best opinion being just to look-on and do-nothing

 

[CntrlAltDel]

I come from that boom bap classic rap,
Where artists rapped with fantastic skill about the ill lives that they actually had
Now R.A Rugged is replaced by another "'Lil" vagrant,
And his agent's getting showered by payments enforced by his success in lyrical entertainment
But how can you be a wordsmith if you dont know what the difference between a noun and verb is
This whole game's on spin cyle,
'Cause it's wash and repeat features with wack lyrics to sick beats that's read like twitter typos

 

[Jinx]

Meine Zeit geht minus für dein plus,
Wie’n Junkie will ich nen Schuss,
Würde dich heilen wie’n Kuss deiner Ex,
Merkst? Dein Sarkasmus is dreck,
Mega gut wie dein Doubletime,
Wegen Dir Double Time ohne rhyme,
Was möchtest du sein?
Bin am ausrutschen,
Mein Junkie Schleim in deinem heim,
So viel plus das daraus minus wurde,
Sorry Schatz nun bist du meine hure,
Frag mich wann du so wurdest,
Genug als Kind geschlagen ?
mit deinem Getue selbst am verraten,
Meine Gedanken sind am rasen,
Am liebsten dich im hinter Garten vergraben,
Doch das Loch kannst dir selber graben,
Den Schuss kannst du nämlich erwarten,
Hab dich im Visier wie du das Papier,
dich verraten um zu kassieren?
Bin froh wenn ich bin am para tragen,
Für mein Glück Sitz ich dann Jahre,
Nur nicht im Knast für so’n spast,
Frag mich was du machen willst,
Wenn ich nicht mehr bin, am machen,
Alleine kannst du noch kacken?
Oder Dir einen rein schieben?
Da kann ich dir auch dienen,
Kann dir meine rhyme zuschieben,
Am Ende bist du der gefickte weil,
en tuh ich schon ver tragen,
Siehst du nicht meine hohen gaben?
Bück dich um es zu erraten

 

[CntrlAltDel]

@Jinx Feeling a bit left out on that one bro

 

[Jinx]

@CntrlAltDel I’ll make a translation but in the mean while I have another one.

Feeling everything but alive, Tryna thrive without drowning, Calling for help and it’s dialing, Brothers gRRim picking up, Reaper here Tryna kill everyone but, One just isn’t enough, so I’m aiming at the R&R, skin becoming hard due suicidal
ponderations, hoping nobody will answer, low concepts bombing chemo on high CanceRR contemplation, survival is my sensation

 

[CntrlAltDel]

My bars come to life when I write
When no one looking,
They run off into the night
Like the Toy Story movie
And I don't need your name written under my shoe,
To come for you
Better I'll have your brain matter like Trevor,
Under my boots
Hup-two what it comes to

 

[CntrlAltDel]

Strapped for warfare they say I walk like a soldier
March in twos, me and my thoughts aloof
And I talk cold composure
Maybe I'm just a robot pretending to be human
That would explain the monotone voice
and all the logical facts that I'm spewing