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Fire Cypher 2 For My Haters

This is a lethal ink injection.
I know I’m blessed to have rejection 
Haters in my life 
only lead to introspection 
Understand 
I’m still the man
Who are you to question 
I agree to disagree
With all your false perception 
Receptions and revenge 
Cold 
evolving towards perfection 
Enemies and haters more numerous
in this dimension 
Spitting rhymes on every line
I have no feeling to mention
I waste no time 
That’s why I rhyme with an intention 

keep on with the hating 
I’ll keep on doing what I am best with
I’m writing out the old life 
Building a greater investment 
I’m writing with a passion
Shining like incandescent 
Writing lines with fire 
Has set the bar 
I stay expectant

I interpreted a dream
To discover my haters 
Were like gators
Lurking below the surface
And scheming to get me later
I’ll hit you hard now to teach you
you can thank me later
I’m rising to the top
Like I’m riding Elevators

My focus is always greater
I’m a rocket on this paper
Blasting off and leaving craters
Sky high like Aviators
I’m an Ink applicator
Rhyme style Activator
Your just an imitator
Fake friend an infiltrator
call in the bomb squad
Its a Fire Cypher caper
A terrorist
explosive when pairing ink to a paper 
Lighting fuses on these lines 
A Nuclear  
Terminator 
It’s Hasta la vista baby
Huh
I’ll See ya later

I mainline a rhymed line
Intravenously I’m the dopest
I aim like laser focus
Spellbinding I’m hypnosis 
doc says it’s in my head
I think it’s just psychosis
My haters keep talking 
all I’m smelling is halitosis 

I’m Vader with a saber
A barber with a razor
I’ll slap you like your daddy
Cuz somebody gotta raise ya
I’ll see what your betting
And triple is what I raise ya 
firing off at the mouth
I don’t shoot 
just to graze ya

I stay wide awake 
But I am chasing what I’m dreaming
The only plan my haters have
Is plotting and their scheming 
I feel it coming in the air
I know they must be creeping
Laying em down one by one 
Keeping people sleeping

I don’t play games 
Or say names
I spit flames
Just the same old crap
And I’m here flushing drains
I’m only here to beat ya
It’s never nice to meet ya
I slice and dice
Serving haters like cold pizzas

There’s no price to sell my soul
For no silver or gold
I’m way too hot 
To be flowing so cold
My ink type is bold
My style broke the mold
I’m holding all the cards
It’s better if you fold
This skill I wield
Is a sword in the stone 
That made me 
A king on the throne
leave well enough alone
Or else
I’ll chew you to death
Like a dog to a bone 

I’m A Super Saiyan fighter
A Diamond minded writer
a pack of lit lighters
pen and paper pyro igniter
Line for line
A rhymed mind reciter
Scripting more lines in ink
Than an automatic typewriter 
The WordPlay writer 
should of been a reminder
I’m only here to break the game 
And take the game higher 

I stay flyer than most
Smooth as butter on toast
Blessed to rock a pen
From The Fathers Holy Ghost!

Exclamation punctuation:
excitingly 
electrifying
Death defyingly  
amazing
Indescribably 
Blazing 
Bright  like stargazing 
Prime lines 
I am engraving
Keep all my haters Hating

But I devour who I’m facing
Without hesitation
I Flow like hydration 
My thoughts are irrigation 
Hands held high praising
Waiting for Heaven to come
Cuz I’m done with hell raising 

But I stay writing
I’m flashing like lightning
Outlining what I’m fighting 
There’s no style biting
Reworking and rewriting 
Riots I’m inciting
WordPlay shining 
I see you struggle 
When your trying 
I’m soaring 
While your crying
Your crawling 
While I’m climbing 
A beast with this talent
A Warrior 
a Viking
Frightening 
When I’m rhyming 
Striking 
Quit your whining
Your fast food
My flavors fine dining
It’s clearly Game over 
Fatality 
No surviving

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