Talking about cyphers, there I was rocking a tie pants and shirt shinney polished shoes at lunch-time off to buy a saandwich and I see these little f***ers cypherig So figure i aint rhyme in a minute, I pop myhead in to the ammusement of these little f***s..the nerve the cat rhyming to prove that he is comming off the top desides to use me as a referance on some
"You cats is chicken and yellow like this tired cats tie and attire"
BWOY just coz i don't look it don't mean I can't be about it...So i let loose and proceed to shit on him till he is giving me props, talking bout Damn theres MCs out there...well obviously ridding my jock is not the best thing to do. He ASKED me to stop dissing him "fine I get the point", obviously this cat dont know that he is adding fuel to the fire I proceed to go on, I tell this little hottie to hold my sandwich and proceed to loosen my tie.
This cat is there in the middle of this huge about(15 people now) cypher when he tries to dissapear into the cypher the cypher keeps moving to make sure he still in the middle.
So he finally gathers enough courage to run out the cypher..i point and laugh and snatch my sandwich from the little hottie who kept sniffin it talking bout mmmmmm smells nice..ole broke tryna steel a nigga samich little a** groupie!
anyway in yeoville there is a battle that takes place every weekend where you get to battle kwaito wanna be heads and if you half nice you can take the cash AND the hoes!
