The Multi Cypher

[Halftongue Dre]

Got your lotto ticket right here
but I lost it
dollar for a beer
where's your pocket?
Call it fear
cuz I dropped it
in my tin cup
a profit.
So give it here
your wallet
sneering
as I snarl
in the mirror
when you vomit
in the fridge
on the pasta.
Interfering
so watch it
coherently
as you ponder
what your hearing
when I'm hollering.
Tip of the spear
as your target
a pioneer
the sharpest.
Engineering
a product
sincerely
as honest
weird
as a goblin.
Hello my dear
gossip
through another year
till the harvest.
A chandelier
for the carpet
reappear
then forgot it
was a career
in the market
revered
as homage.
The premier
marveled
clear
as foggy.
Sheer
stolid
jeer
walking
my cavalier
bronco
weary
as frolic
near
not as
here
off the top
with tears
on them.
Smear
cropping it
getting my gears
blocked
severely
fallen
into a year
process
with a seared
conscience?
Nah
endeared
to off it
like a musketeer prophet..

[Halftongue Dre]

I'm schizo n sick so why is this pepto bismol not getting me well? Info say's its the cure all but still I'm having to tip toe through the halls..

[Halftongue Dre]

<Rhyme nor reason>
Dead to the world. Give away a pigeon. Birds of a feather. A dead-duck sitting. Pines on my hands. Timid not to play the children.

One out of million. Must be a dime a dozen. Feeling like the villain. Writing like I'm flustered. Time for some riddles. Skittles as I cup em.

In my coffee with the majors. The flavor that I'm sipping. Versus what their saying. Cuz this is syrup that is dripping. Tipping over the till. Spilling what I'm missing.

The final touch. Like finish him. He's dizzy. A rhino with the tusk. Rushing-in the distance. Closing the gap. Skipping practice like a wheelie..

[Halftongue Dre]

<Make sense>
Off a shovel trying to squash above one. Odds are its a dose of salt going over my shoulder. The skeleton bones I dug up having to bring up karma. The fate of the beholder trying to hold the fort, sounding the alarm. Saying "PUT ON YOUR ARMOR". But the phones off the hook. Which is why I have to holler.

Turning the heat on, up in the airhead never to squander. The though process of pondering. Falling through the roof having to drop in. Like poof! saying who's your father? Cuz it better be Abba. Or else get fostered. Left out in the cold frosty n toasty. Like getting froasted in lava.

Talking to myself obviously I oughtta. Get my head checked. Before it falls off. Then rolls over. Playing dead like a possum. Swarmed by the punches. Wasps with a wallop.

A bee dropping dead on arrival. Fighting the onset. Fret not to fight em. The who colony prospect. Product of my environment. Symbolic of Dredd.

A one two cop. In a fight to the death. Meshed with the comic's. Like sonic the hedge. A sonic boom to say the least. Just hoping I'm not that yeast in the bread..

[Halftongue Dre]

<The key to eating frozen beef>
Following y'all straight out the window to the extreme. Crawling on my knees trying to follow through. Cuz all I assume is all I can think. Like ba da bing, ba da boom. Easy as watching y'all swallow juice up the sleeve. Roiding like Sigmund Freud psychoanalyze the strength it takes to keep a confidence without using the energy to bust out the keys.

Keying on something. Important enough to speak. Cuz the widow's been broken. And its my fist swollen that had to swing. So fence your porches cuz I'm torching the links. The bridges to get us back n forth when a hoard of 4 horses comes like postmortem and your corps' freeze.

Out of sync with the future storm that's forming in the east stored up. On the up n up straight up a beast. Beating a dead horse till its hallow. Calling it a feast. For tomorrow we die. So we might as well eat.

Zombie's n kamikaze's. Obviously the Illuminati fallen. Calling me the fall guy. Bad enough to want it. Honest as peace. Saying please just squash it. This evil logic frolic with my words trying to process this beef..

[Just Silver]

Quicker than a sonic dash when I get on that ass
Like a saddle back your in shits creek paddle back
Your just a bunch of fags calling yourselves black
Half are Europeans and never even seen one
Im the all American demon merits from tearing these pieces
Sharing my decency because n gang needs it
Getting popular for fucking no damn reason

[Just Silver]

Remember in December when you were fresh cement
Im about to make a pothole with rollefsens head
Do you really know who your going against
The one man Army that never gave a damn shit
Have painkiller split and talk to some vatos
Put the heat on CP undercover like a potroast
Your all god awful and half are new to this site
Yet somehow these fags always agree with you guys

[DetroitSkills]

Believe in the lies bro? This your demise ho
Surprise faggots im back in disguise yo
i advise you dont say anything snide tho
or i might just pick up this knife and cut a guys throat,
or maybe 5, cement i mean it, thats why i had it underlined,
im dyin for a reply, damn near cryin to this skies,
knowing the minute you try, itd be suicide,
goodnight, get ready to write plenty of goodbyes

[Halftongue Dre]

Falling-out, that’s not aloud with such a small amount
Of fortune, the fry's in the child's piggy bank you wanna chow
On all four’s watching how you stomp it down n wallop
A soft touch easy to borrow your palms brawl with doubt
Fighting words against your own bottle trying to talk it out
But you stop, shout, an all out attack as you knock you out
By your own hand drop you down topping the sham
Wham wham ass to ground asking if you’ve had it now..

You good?
These are the voices I hear when looking down straight at hell..

[ilovebender.com]

Looking down straight to Hell
Down my way through the gates as well
South London alley play estates compel
In the valley lay the town's rebel
Don't want no tali-state police states repel
Looking down straight to Hell
Where the slime is great and they ring my bell
Thrilled who ya drilled and who ya want killed
No

[Flamez]

The blood's spilled hoe no more fucking around
the sound of screams ensue on the playground
walk about and choke the bitch on the swing set
while her kid watches taping it on a video cassette
throwing the kid down the steps of his own home
won't leave behind no witnesses this will be left unknown

[ilovebender.com]

Unknown on your own best leave it alone
I tape that duck duct tape its butt then
Rape this slut 'till that case is shut closed
Everybody knows I ran around in her clothes
They saw the tape I taped on V H S
Feels good to get something off my chest
So press play on that V C R and you can see me start
In the car that's parked raping sluts taping ducks

[Halftongue Dre]

Watch n listen but learn nada as you audience the future economic onslaught. Solemn to the grave, a raw need of an atomic conflict. War like kamikaze Martians. The Illuminati marching, with the onset, of cosmic Armageddon. To help sort through the zombie wannabe's. Pondering all these thoughts comically adopted. Not to fret in the wrong wit conjured(Roger, copy that).

Scoundrel, rouge, renegade's bombing. Dropping dollars, in homeless coffins for the moment. Cold as coarse I call it, psychologist an honor. Gradually not just underlining the problem. But actually paying homage to the One who's going to cause it. Coming to the Lord. In this apocalyptic environment fogged up.

Fighting the storm by product of a mighty Thor. But not a god cuz, I'm just a worrier here to warrior logic. A fight concerning the law's of nature that y'all call it understood and how it works. Physical like got it!. Frolic with the floor you are walking. Fun just darting forth wandering through a course of options. Remorse obviously not just oblivious my darlings, to the enigma's y'all can't solve cuz, its a mystery having to watch all your eggs become fallen.

Right into the puddles you are stomping. Laying them softly as you warship grounds in which y'all are cautious. Having to readjust ducking when things bust out into the open for just being honest. Worship to God as, the hotheaded sea monster goblins continue praying brains out through a facet. Faucet aspects of battleships falling. Out with the process. Y'all can lose again after already having lost once.

Cuz y'all got the wit, so find the conscience. To promptly pray to God as, you ask him to give you the right kind of hope. The knowledge to help readjust for the future wallop. Come riding on the white horse. Common to the assault when it mashes with a punch brawling. Coming to obstruct all us to a halt, free from feeling fine in the offset when it erupts on us. Like ugh! try calling the cops..

[ilovebender.com]

Dial nine nine nine to get a cop round here
Nine one one ain't gonna get you none
Said welcome to London where the
Police helicopter's got ya on camera
N' when they in the sky I'm like fuck it
"Pigs can fly..."

[Halftongue Dre]

Dreadful is the day of the Lord arriving without warning. Daily routines are as normal when suddenly distortion promotes its course. Even in the night it comes halfway around the world to impose by force. Forth it goes as an attendant of Death and Destruction, delivering its blows. With no remorse in its bones it twists and contorts the face of the whole earth and the path of the strong, the assured stride of the wicked as it comes to a halt. Stripped of her clothes will vanity be ashamed on that day. The one to which has no master.

Rather than armistice shall there be calamity and adverse. Until disaster after disaster has everything in shackles, where terror will surround everything like a noose, choking out all hope of release. The righteous alike shall pass through the flame of suffering. Those legalistic dogs who trust more in their good works above the pure-blood of the Anointed One says the Lord.