Last Chyper

Barack

I use to cope a lot/
And wonder would my decisions affect this cycle livin' or was it all written?
Sittin' around days progressed life lost interest
Will my days come to an end will you help or witness
Why was I so distant to these emotions I was missin'
Some called me curious others said different
A tale that has no end will it ever conclude
Am I living life or just being forced to
Finding myself always laying in darkness
Can't fall asleep in fear of being unconscious
Many worries today my shadow is my flower
Watches day and night but fades by the hour
Months on end time digress
Look back at what I've accomplished before the sun set
For all I know life might just be fiction
Is this dream a prison or was it an addiction?

Marcus

Im a well known champion, with very high ambition
So Hands down/ pass the crown/ so its best that you listen
Its my own decision, having to call out some names
Im so fresh & so fly, And they're very lame
As I wrote this verse, it represents the magic potion
No matter who portrays, straight down the fucking ocean
More Stains in your brain, what more can I explain
The lack of fame in life, represents  the lames
My name is marcus, and I advise you step back
Its your lack of self esteem that makes you just wack

Glory waits in my hand, that's about to expand
Im the #1 man, you're  bitch nigga understand
Im the illest mutha fucker, dont believe, go ask my crew
My hard hitting verses will make you even catch the flu
Your type of action is the worst damn reaction
Im so hard you're very soft, I can break you like a fraction
Screwed to come against me, so gently,  man what a shame
Mainstream stans just be bitching cause they're very lame
Righteous way to go, listen close dont you really kno/
Just be a man and not raised by a fucking hoe

Bishop Eric

I Should Get Paid For Being Dope Because Drug Dealers Are Selling Me Illegal

I Am Smart Like Kareem Said, Dangerous Like Chris Partlow and Gorgeous Like Brad Pitt

That is The Type Of Equation Albert Einstein Would Agree With

Call Me Michael Angelo Cause I Am Making Art With My Hands

I Am Like Omar Little With a Pen and Got a Cool Ass Fade Like Big Daddy Kane

This Chyper Is Like My Enemy Neighborhood I Am Shooting it Up

I Am A Hood Chef Boyardee, Cooking Up Dope Lyrics Like My Life Depends On it

I Shit All Over This Chyper, They Have To Get Your Dad The Janitor To Clean it Up

Alot Of Mad People, Their Soul Is a Poorman, Look Into Mine You Thought I Won The Lottery

No Lie, No Denial, No Disillusion, Just Real and That Is a Guarantee

I See That Money Tree Giving Me Shout Outs, I Cant Ignore

This Beat I Am Writing To Is a Whore, Its Begging Me For One More Time

Rap Is My Addiction I Feel Like Charlie Sheen

I Rap You Crap, I Attack You Wack, You Cry I Try

Fuck Fame Mix It With The Game Its a Bad Combination Like Heroin and Beer

I Got 99 Problems and I Wish They All Were About a Bitch

Live My Life You Wont Be Able To Sleep With Both Eyes Open

Dont Question My Rap Ability Because The Reality Is I Am Great

If This Was a Song You Will Be Clicking The Repeat Button

That Is True Cause I Am So Lyrical I Can Rhyme Orange Is That Strange?

The Cops Are Coming Now I Need To Go

Because Someone Killed This Cypher

I Am The Main Suspect and You All Are Witnesses