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COB Cypher 2012 Lyrics
#1
This is what the cypher is all about...LYRICS. So lets work together and get this bitch done, ill start off:

women and gentlemen, get the trembling, the minute the villan is feeling adrenaline
cause then i pill in your mother fucking melon till its on the fucking ceiling
i feel like breaking in and entering the prison and killing fucking zimmerman
the minute that they mother fucking sentence him, discrimate your limb, uppercut your chin and then
disfigure your twin, im sin in a synonym, im injuring niggas, penicillin not healing em
do the running man when i got the gun in hand,
trigga finger itching then ama switch it to the other hand
im sick as a nigga dickin his own mother samantha
cause im a mother fucker and the son of sam
god damn its another ambition, as a rider and im the one on that mission
when we enter the building with a million rugged ass henchmen thats a ten hundred grand entrance
back with this other transition, vicious,
smacking your mother, man listen, when I mutate then its too late
then i chew faces, back with this gun in hand business
when i send a few strays, bullets grace anatomy
give my gun a raise like it got a change in salary
i be at your door, im a natural born killa, you can call me Mickey and my 38 is Mallory :o
my brain is sicker than casey anthony, your not reaely understanding how deranged i gotta be
my crazy family be telepathically handing me a strategy to erase the slave humanity
this is the art of war, ima paint calamity, hate the tragedy, pain and agony
then ama frame the painting and hang it in satans gallery
but im not evil, holy like i came from gatally?
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#2
i just got started on doin the lyrics and saw this post

want me to finish it all and post it so u can edit this thread later?
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#3
COB Cypher 2012

[Demetrius Capone]
Women and gentlemen, get to trembling
The minute the villan is feeling adrenaline
Cause then I pill in your mother fucking melon
[Julius Luciano]
Till its on the fucking ceiling
I feel like breaking in and entering the prison
And killing fucking Zimmerman
[Kenny Siegel]
The minute that they mother fucking sentence him
Dismember your limb, uppercut your chin and then
[Dice Dinero]
Disfigure your twin, im sending a synonym
Im injuring niggas, penicillin not healing em
[Demetrius Capone]
Do the running man when i got the gun in hand
Trigga finger itching then Ima switch it to the other hand
Im sick as a nigga dickin his own mother Samantha
Cause im a mother fucker and the Son of Sam
God damn its another ambition as a rider
And im the one on that mission, when we enter the building
With a million rugged ass henchmen, thats a ten hundred grand entrance
[Dice Dinero]
Back with this other transition, vicious
Smacking your mother, man listen
When I mutate then its too late
Then  I chew faces, back with this gun in hand business
When I send a few strays, bullets graze anatomy
Give my gun a raise like it got a change in salary
I be at your door, im a natural born killa
You can call me Mickey and my 38 is Mallory
[Julius Luciano]
My brain is sicker than Casey Anthony
You’re not really understanding how deranged i gotta be
My crazy family be telepathically
Handing me a strategy to erase and enslave humanity
This is the art of war, ima paint calamity
Hate the tragedy, pain and agony
Then Ima frame the painting, hang it in Satan’s gallery
but Im not evil, holy like I came from Galilee
[Kenny Siegel]
Straight insanity, give me the fuckin steel
Kenny is fuckin ill, I cant imagine me
Givin a fuck for real, willin to your grill
Blow your dome off the gate, and that’ll be
Now that motherfucker cant imagine me
Don’t tell me to fuckin chill
Creep with a thousand riders from the West Side
Sty under my pillow, I call it my bedsty
If you gotta rebuttal to utter, say that shit
Just remember like your music, we don’t play that shit
[All together]
H to the O, R, S, E – S, H to the O
E-Gang, we came straight for your hoe
We got paper to blow, we in it to win it
The minute we came in the door
Fuck you, pay me, pay us the doe
Then its fuck you, pay me, pay us some more
All you haters should pay up, and pay what you owe
Throw the eight up, get sprayed up, and laid up with holes
[Demetrius Capone]
I keep it straight up fo sho, yall just straight up for sho
Yall pussy, period, change up your flow
Like a menstrual cycle, straight up ya know
Im an instrumental psycho
Reminiscent of a nigga named Michael
Im a thrilla – I wake up with flows
And I never make up with hoes
And I put the mack(mac) to your face, that’s how I make up with hoes
[Dice Dinero]
Hoes, yea im laid up with those
And everyone one of my hoes are a one, ya know
You know I got a centerfold, getting rid of clothes
Nothin on but them Kenneth Coles
Since day one I go – hard
Wait a minute lemme switch gears
When Im stiff as a board, I give em dick til they sore
I cut em like im grippin a sword and a big spear
I should win an award for flyest nigga this year
[Julius Luciano]
Im the shit cheea, my swag is celebrated
When I step up in this bitch every chick cheer
Chit-Chea, girl sit here, lift brazier
Lemme skeet on your face, lets just smear
When im fuckin a woman, im up in her stomach
My dick is in belly, im sincere
Yall not fly, yall pricks queer
You couldn’t get a Pretty Woman if you were dressed in rich gear (Richard Gere)
[Kenny Siegel]
Your bitch rear, make my snake soft
She never quarreled my mind, you a mime cant talk
Your bitch plain, you can only call my bitch plain (plane)
Cuz she fly when she take off
Shall I carry on? I love Atlanta strip
Feelin airborne, cuz the cannabis
Fuck the rulebook, laws, curriculum
We on some fuck the book, until the paper cum
[All Together]
I got the heart of Makavelli, I brought a mack a levy
You be fallin like confetti
Whatever you thought of, I bet you we thought of that already
Whatever you started, I bet you we offer that already
You better be ready for the deadliest melodies
Be ready or not, I chop you like I brought a damn machete
I fuck pornstars, with stars I 69, like im callin back your celly

[Iceman]
Some of the niggas I got a problem with
Sittin on the top of my llama list
When my hawk’ll spit, from the bottomless pit
To your rims of your dodger fit – blaow
I pull the crowd out of their seats
When I say that youre weak, I don’t mean a calendar speech
Don’t make me turn Super Saiyan
Cuz everything that Im saying is suped up
Sterioid shots, juiced up
If my verbal had a physical form, it would be chiseled in stone?
One stomp will probably cripple the floor
My jaws’ll put crack in the streets like an earthquake
For johns’ll put crack in the streets, yeah work pays
I kill rappers like theres no repercussion
Im in love with death, call it reaper-crushin

[Conyiac]
??‘Yiac lines over minds, that will fly – peow?
Archery 300 narrowed off nice
Thought he was jacked up, how that mack capped up
Act tired like it test the shine, how it backfires
No safe haven, im goonbread
OG on PS cope, I wont be mislead
That’s what I call irony, paperwork treatment
No PC when that 9’ll peak
Im fly with heat, like Im claireport and michelle
With the service that’s dollars speak
Off lit, steam blow something
Bars state property to sell how they 4some??

[Big Pho]
Im passed passionate, im obsessed with this rappin shit
If I catch you in traffic, that crash’ll be an accident
Send this murderous paragraphs by telegraph
Them bullets aint got no name, let me get your autograph
Lemme explain what this lyrics might do
Perfect aim right through, tell me am I getting through to you
Delivery is beautiful, your reaction is suitable
Impact from the mack, push you back like a cuticle
You niggas is cubicle in my circle, you unfamiliar
?? it kills you
The Alpha and Omega, im what weak niggas claim to be
If God won an award, he’d get on stage and give thanks to me

[Karelezz]
Hand me the mic, and I go crazy when I grab it
I turn into an alien, D-yatzee
Mastered this element, sellin this rap intelligence
Nobody’s half as devlish, definition of what clever is
A mic-master, writin in the Lines of Nazca
Fuck being a rapper, shoulda been a scientist from NASA
But a C-O-B official hit you with lyrical missiles
Bitch, I’ll never miss you, my shit’ll rip through your tissue
If you don’t get it, its probably so high that God do
Look up, brap-brap, nigga that’s what the COB do
Psycho on the microphone, never leave the microphone
My raps a billion miles long, im cyclin a ??

[PWT]




i got mad bored doin it, but there is most of it
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#4
SOME ONE POST ONE-2's VERSE ! FUCK LOL Smile
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#5
(07-02-2012, 07:02 PM)Jerm link Wrote:COB Cypher 2012

[Demetrius Capone]
Women and gentlemen, get to trembling
The minute the villan is feeling adrenaline
Cause then I pill in your mother fucking melon
[Julius Luciano]
Till its on the fucking ceiling
I feel like breaking in and entering the prison
And killing fucking Zimmerman
[Kenny Siegel]
The minute that they mother fucking sentence him
Dismember your limb, uppercut your chin and then
[Dice Dinero]
Disfigure your twin, im sending a synonym
Im injuring niggas, penicillin not healing em
[Demetrius Capone]
Do the running man when i got the gun in hand
Trigga finger itching then Ima switch it to the other hand
Im sick as a nigga dickin his own mother Samantha
Cause im a mother fucker and the Son of Sam
God damn its another ambition as a rider
And im the one on that mission, when we enter the building
With a million rugged ass henchmen, thats a ten hundred grand entrance
[Dice Dinero]
Back with this other transition, vicious
Smacking your mother, man listen
When I mutate then its too late
Then  I chew faces, back with this gun in hand business
When I send a few strays, bullets graze anatomy
Give my gun a raise like it got a change in salary
I be at your door, im a natural born killa
You can call me Mickey and my 38 is Mallory
[Julius Luciano]
My brain is sicker than Casey Anthony
You’re not really understanding how deranged i gotta be
My crazy family be telepathically
Handing me a strategy to erase and enslave humanity
This is the art of war, ima paint calamity
Hate the tragedy, pain and agony
Then Ima frame the painting, hang it in Satan’s gallery
but Im not evil, holy like I came from Galilee
[Kenny Siegel]
Straight insanity, give me the fuckin steel
Kenny is fuckin ill, I cant imagine me
Givin a fuck for real, willin to your grill
Blow your dome off the gate, and that’ll be
Now that motherfucker cant imagine me
Don’t tell me to fuckin chill
Creep with a thousand riders from the West Side
Sty under my pillow, I call it my bedsty
If you gotta rebuttal to utter, say that shit
Just remember like your music, we don’t play that shit
[All together]
H to the O, R, S, E – S, H to the O
E-Gang, we came straight for your hoe
We got paper to blow, we in it to win it
The minute we came in the door
Fuck you, pay me, pay us the doe
Then its fuck you, pay me, pay us some more
All you haters should pay up, and pay what you owe
Throw the eight up, get sprayed up, and laid up with holes
[Demetrius Capone]
I keep it straight up fo sho, yall just straight up for sho
Yall pussy, period, change up your flow
Like a menstrual cycle, straight up ya know
Im an instrumental psycho
Reminiscent of a nigga named Michael
Im a thrilla – I wake up with flows
And I never make up with hoes
And I put the mack(mac) to your face, that’s how I make up with hoes
[Dice Dinero]
Hoes, yea im laid up with those
And everyone one of my hoes are a one, ya know
You know I got a centerfold, getting rid of clothes
Nothin on but them Kenneth Coles
Since day one I go – hard
Wait a minute lemme switch gears
When Im stiff as a board, I give em dick til they sore
I cut em like im grippin a sword and a big spear
I should win an award for flyest nigga this year
[Julius Luciano]
Im the shit cheea, my swag is celebrated
When I step up in this bitch every chick cheer
Chit-Chea, girl sit here, lift brazier
Lemme skeet on your face, lets just smear
When im fuckin a woman, im up in her stomach
My dick is in belly, im sincere
Yall not fly, yall pricks queer
You couldn’t get a Pretty Woman if you were dressed in rich gear (Richard Gere)
[Kenny Siegel]
Your bitch rear, make my snake soft
She never quarreled my mind, you a mime cant talk
Your bitch plain, you can only call my bitch plain (plane)
Cuz she fly when she take off
Shall I carry on? I love Atlanta strip
Feelin airborne, cuz the cannabis
Fuck the rulebook, laws, curriculum
We on some fuck the book, until the paper cum
[All Together]
I got the heart of Makavelli, I brought a mack a levy
You be fallin like confetti
Whatever you thought of, I bet you we thought of that already
Whatever you started, I bet you we offer that already
You better be ready for the deadliest melodies
Be ready or not, I chop you like I brought a damn machete
I fuck pornstars, with stars I 69, like im callin back your celly

[Iceman]
Some of the niggas I got a problem with
Sittin on the top of my llama list
When my hawk’ll spit, from the bottomless pit
To your rims of your dodger fit – blaow
I pull the crowd out of their seats
When I say that youre weak, I don’t mean a calendar speech
Don’t make me turn Super Saiyan
Cuz everything that Im saying is suped up
Sterioid shots, juiced up
If my verbal had a physical form, it would be chiseled in stone?
One stomp will probably cripple the floor
My jaws’ll put crack in the streets like an earthquake
For johns’ll put crack in the streets, yeah work pays
I kill rappers like theres no repercussion
Im in love with death, call it reaper-crushin

[Conyiac]
??‘Yiac lines over minds, that will fly – peow?
Archery 300 narrowed off nice
Thought he was jacked up, how that mack capped up
Act tired like it test the shine, how it backfires
No safe haven, im goonbread
OG on PS cope, I wont be mislead
That’s what I call irony, paperwork treatment
No PC when that 9’ll peak
Im fly with heat, like Im claireport and michelle
With the service that’s dollars speak
Off lit, steam blow something
Bars state property to sell how they 4some??

[Big Pho]
Im passed passionate, im obsessed with this rappin shit
If I catch you in traffic, that crash’ll be an accident
Send this murderous paragraphs by telegraph
Them bullets aint got no name, let me get your autograph
Lemme explain what this lyrics might do
Perfect aim right through, tell me am I getting through to you
Delivery is beautiful, your reaction is suitable
Impact from the mack, push you back like a cuticle
You niggas is cubicle in my circle, you unfamiliar
?? it kills you
The Alpha and Omega, im what weak niggas claim to be
If God won an award, he’d get on stage and give thanks to me

[Karelezz]
Hand me the mic, and I go crazy when I grab it
I turn into an alien, D-yatzee
Mastered this element, sellin this rap intelligence
Nobody’s half as devlish, definition of what clever is
A mic-master, writin in the Lines of Nazca
Fuck being a rapper, shoulda been a scientist from NASA
But a C-O-B official hit you with lyrical missiles
Bitch, I’ll never miss you, my shit’ll rip through your tissue
If you don’t get it, its probably so high that God do
Look up, brap-brap, nigga that’s what the COB do
Psycho on the microphone, never leave the microphone
My raps a billion miles long, im cyclin a ??

[PWT]
?? Believe that shit, cuz when I'm on the mic I rip that shit.
I grip the clip. I load it up.. I aim the gun, I let it BUCK.  :o
I give a FUCK, not at all. Yah see Ima be the start of yah fall.
The end and everything in between, yah think im doin this shit to be mean
NAH, im doin it cuz your wack ass fuck you a bitch
When your rhyming is disaster, I should call your ass Canibus.
No way you could of handle this, I suggest you don't talk shit
Even if your wearing sandals bitch, I suggest you rock kicks
I aint gonna fucking battle rap you, I aint gonna make no song about you
Im the type that fuckin snap and take your family from you
So when see me, betta hit that doe, betta raise that thing, betta hit that floor
Just wanted to let you know, The COB is in control...



i got mad bored doin it, but there is most of it
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#6
Capone's verse: Cause then I'm peeling your mother fucking melon
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#7
luci's verse: Lemme skeet on your tits, lets just smear
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#8
Here's most of One-2's verse:

You'll get knocked unconscious tryin'a stop this Voltron, shoulders retract into rocket launchers.  Godless monsters COB - entourage of mobsters, oxycotons washed down with shots of vodka.  Got cynical criminal thoughts, a villainous boss, at the roundtable with Good Fellas sitting across.  Toss ideas back and forth like it was lacrosse.  Plots on how to make our pockets thicker than walls.  I'm ?? up with your bitch in the ??.  Lauren Hill in the ?????  If I sense the competition is soft.  Non-believers will taste grapes of wrath, this 38'll turn your face into a Jason mask, One-
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