I Dont Give A FUX productions cypher  part 1
WESTPUBLICNORTHSIDE I Don’t Give A FUX Cypher:
Yeah Representatives, sticking all of my competition full of shivs, screw the skids, kids fighting inside and out of school by the daily; football and other sports alongside everyone else busting out chilling out popping out hail marry. Going on through these days like which ways should I goes running a label on my own hopefully I get through these days because I ain’t got no pays I just got plays on words, that you never ever, cleverly thought about while I’m the one who shot them out running, gunning for new lingo and looking to get signed to a bigger label to release my first ever single, shingles don’t know if I got it, but it isn’t affecting me a lot, not going to give up, here we are now I don’t give a Fux raise the cup make every other new school rapper shut the hell up, new generations making a statement me I be doing so although, Canadian hip hop doesn’t get any further then Classified, Swollen Members and Drake though and unfortunately for us Drake all you do is diss yourself, trying to get a grip on life, me just trying to get prepared for a baby and a wife, whoever second guessed, should fess up to the bullshit your brain brings out because it’s nothing more than possible, impossible, droppable, dropping bombs fast, fat lyrics cause I’m the next of kin, while I kick in your shins, hope I can raise it being the way I am fillin all these words, because my vocabulary isn’t very broad, another ,lil’ill will,  killin, feelin, around making surround sound so boring got me snoring making me get the rhyme scheme, down, like a town that is on the ground when they can’t find any funding, making, boring, lame ass excuses, making everyone in town wanna kill and hang people on nooses. Presenting, chillest, illest, realist, least crime orientated town I was raised in, Poco, you fux with us there we still’s most of the loco’ s ask David and Levi’s opinion they’ll tell yaw the same mess with a pal of ours you’ll end up asleep, making you punk ass bitches all of a sudden weep. I Don’t give a Fux saying, fuck all that shall, dislike, rewrite our lyrics, stating our appearances, beating on those witnesses, disrespects’ the Lyricists, singers, song writers, music producers, making you look as evil as Lucifer’s, showing no fears coming out from the bottom meaning the shitty rears jumping up into better gears coming out crystal clears haha watch out for my personalities they like to see pain and cause fatalities, you saying my reality is unrealistic, all I gotta say to yaw is you sucking, more dick then Wayne carter, starting off with burning Futures name, and his hood, shoulda, woulda, coulda, never, ever, forever wish he would stop rapping really wish he would. Spikoli ‘oli coming out making sick flows, new to the games he doesn’t know anything, but he’s good to go still got a mass vocabulary to kill, grinding it out partying it up, drinking welcome to the club, we’ll be soon old enough to all go to a pub, get my yummy bunny to give me a rub down and put that ass up and make her face down like a night gown, worn and torn by the ravaging, arousing, compelling over-dwelling, smelling, like sex, used to be my ex known each other for six years all my peers relating with hers alongside showing respect to my dears, me coming on out with new fears that I never like to discuss cause reality is causing me disgust. Busting on through my family wants me to give up the rapping, saying to myself that ain’t gonna happen my brain, can maintain all the pressures, signing people to my label like A,S,H and as soon as possible trap it these words being phenomenal all the raps ash be bringing on to the table sounding good making a stable, fable, fumbling on through to be the next big thing so please no more pressuring and just leave me myself and I being reassuring, car crashes happening making the vision a blurring, your train of  thought keeps on stirring why rap this way it just keeps on reoccurring Peace too your Knees Spikoli smash em’