Chaos Theory: Street Cypher 3​.​0

by VerseBorn



The 3rd and final installment in the STREET CYPHER trilogy brought to you by the lyrical samurai - VerseBorn.


released June 28, 2011


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Track Name: Chaos Theory
If you apply mathmatics

to my discipline

Than you could probably

calculate my intended spins

Times that by how many

times that i have sinned

Sensative to initial

conditions this system gives

My biology stifles

thoughts on psychology

Imagine what i manifest

In your mind now IM-A-Gee

Until the final DING

Imagine what the homage brings

Honestly ill be hovering

beyond the farthest reach


Higher than a stars beam

Digitally transform enough

to make a star scream

Im Hot on point

-Sharp eSteam

Since the beginning been winning

- Charlie Sheen

Observe my behavior in nature

i thank ya

Think i dont deserve what im taking?

i'll probably shank ya

For acting like a snapping crab

i'll probably tank ya

For sturring dots on my recurring plots

i'll probably phase ya

This is just the beginnig

of my parables

You have now been forwarned

like a pair of bulls

Allow me to be cordial

while inviting you

To the Chaos we're

All Living through.
Track Name: The Sauce

Broken dreams like a soiled cloth

that heats the scence

Til you see the steam

rise like a boiled broth

every decadant quote

can make a heckler choke

shorten his rope quicker

than hickory smoke

Bishop had the juice

VerseBorn got the sauce

Bishop had the juice

VerseBorn got the sauce

Bishop had the juice

VerseBorn got the sauce

You take it how you want

Go and chalk it as a loss



Im the chef in my own kitchen

at the table like a thrown sitting

Holding up cold-cutts

on a bone mission

Flow mixing - 3 years

gold spitting

Been tryna corn feed these

ears That wont listen

Everyday a new recipe

Gotta make it work

Before they get the best of me

I tie the apron first

Hate can be the death of me

But aint gon make it worse

main course divorce with life

eating anguish for desert

See the problem is

When it comes to politics

Y'all don't give a shit

You would rather live convinced

That the bullshit they

Selling is truth you

Inhaling on the spoof

And they caught yo ass aloof

So I'm baking loafs

In hopes the Feds

Dont chokehold

The bread instead

They spread around

ground beef im building

up a fence to keep that

shit from round me



Marinating in a pushy life

every night people waiting

for something more

than kutchers wife

Everybody wants a cushy slice

of the pie then realize

fate aint no rookie jooking

a butcher knife

Creoles so close to Cajin

feeling like im in a

gumbo pot next to crawfish crab

and fake shrimp

At the stove tryna bake shit

tie the pan to a space ship

gauranteed to make

my cake flip

Its bad news for dudes

in rags who Claim and

bang played out phillies

Like a bad do

i smash crews that brag to

let a shell loose

cook ya pasta and

spill Ya ragu

Stained the game

i aint leaving like a tattoo

i make em sick when i spit

like eating on bad food

embelish a hellish life

with the facts true

I got the sauce if bisop had

the juice i got that too
Track Name: Back At It

Im back at it like a
craftmatic crash landed
And Im stranded on this
god dam wack planet

We back at it KQ cant stop (no)
We back at it KQ cant stop (no)
We back at it KQ cant stop (no)
Headed to top reinventing the flow (OH)

Im back at it like a
craftmatic crash landed
And Im stranded on this
god dam wack planet

We back at it KQ cant stop (no)
We back at it KQ cant stop (no)
We back at it KQ cant stop (no)
Headed to top reinventing the flow (OH)


Since back in the day
ive been know to flow the nicest
skills have been shown
across Edison's devices

In the dark with no
need to write shit
A lighbulb went off when
i knew that i was priceless

Nowadays niggas
Anxious for a cell
Wana make a hit
Hit me on my Xander gram bell

Roaming charges feel
Heavy as an anvil
Coming outta pocket
When paying the dam bill

Gotta keep ya game
On the charger
Gainin butter off peanuts
Like my name George Carver

I'm tryna ball like
Antonio Tarver
You gotta grind to shine
So I hustle on harder

It's hard gettin woman
Out they levis quickly
Thank god for cotton
Mr. Eli Whitney

VerseBorn ain't no
Feline pip-squeak
Even jock gusto
Could get this deep

I'm know to make the shorties
Want to groove all night
I'm wit her she a Gutenberg
The moveable type

Wit lyricism I get Em
With every line
You can listen with your mind
Don't need to read what I write

Pay attention how
The flow got Em all scared
Pointing out plots on my radar
No John Baird

I rep for my fam until
We all there While they
hating on us Something
Like an uncle Tom squared

Told mami she can slide
But her friends can't
Only if she down to
Fly a kite no Ben Frank

Every c-note played
Returns the big cake
Let your friends face the music
While you take it to the bank

I bless the stage with
A paid tour
Even pusha-t models me
Like H-Ford

Top 5 in the limelight
I change 4
VerseBorn is back at it
What you think they paid for
Track Name: Riding Shotgun

Driving by in
the passenger side
I'm am lit I am high
ain't no askin me why

I'm riding shotgun
In a rolling whip (rolling whip)
Just for fun, ask me who
I'm rolling wit (who nigga?)

Driving by in
the passenger side
I'm am lit I am high
ain't no askin me why

I'm riding shotgun
In a rolling whip (rolling whip)
Just for fun, ask me who
I'm rolling wit (who nigga?)


Bunny and magician
Rollin doteys the mission
Nothing up my sleeve
But a fat sack of some green shit

Kickin it like chopsticks
On the weekend
Like we twins
Similar to front teeth
Or knees bent

My crews locked we
Move the room
Like moon rocks
Plus we Ong Bok on
Roody-Poos who um-bop

Hot news until sunspots
Do not spew
Into the direction
Of optical views (Stop)

Pusha mind back
From the topics we choose
Blow ya contact Out they
socks and they shoes

Boots laced every
Combat is rude
No surprise they Attacking
every comment he choose

Fame costs an arm
And a leg no hands out
Make you a name
Bake bread spread
Grands out

The only sea serpent
Wetting land mouths
Gaze at the wave
Verse has always
Been a standout


Mad martigan and williow
No smith still a hero
In lines spittin heat off
The mind - No Deniro

They don't recognize
The whip & they still don't
This steeltoe Ill flow
Covered - No pillow

I suture those who flow wack
Butcher those with no caps
comes to rhyme
I birth a line with ruler
And a protract

Those who hold the throne
old as Mitchell & Ness throbaks
I flow better with no ledger
Y'all some jokers on ya own crack

I reside beyond where
Hecklers talk
In the streets eating beef raw
No pepper or salt

I make a living writing dead
But I'm happily on
While haters seeing white and red
Like peppermint stalks

Am to the Pm
Whip smash thru the lights
While looking for a place
We can crash for the night

Got the shit tied to
An albatross thigh
So when it lift ima flip
Out the passenger side
Track Name: Look At Me Ft. MLK
Do you see a man
That's confident
That you gone ride ride or die
No matter the consequence

I'm convinced in this
Hallow life behind a fence
But to my defense I
Realize what blinder is

You ain't that I stepped back
Had to put An ace on it
mistakes running like
Grey pupon on a steak blunted

Aims plummet way
Down to pained stomachs
Change nothing then hate
Invades ya veins thumping


This time I think you'll see
Exactly how I feel -
(Take a look at me)


I ain't bluffing
Bass pumpin
Keep looking cuz
In Between
us steady
baking and
cooking up
Is somthng


Words are unreliable
When searching for a
line to pull like a
Parachute in your
Apparent view

A pair is two so every stare
Is a mare reflect of "who?"

I took a step back
Thought it was a setback
Then I had to realize that
My ass was on the wrong path*

I'm on my get back
Ima bout to get that
When I say get that
I mean more than raw cash*

We living in the end age
The last chapter ass backwards
Where banana clips
Can flip apes*

That's why I spit 8s
While I twist 8ths*
Me and a page can't separate
Until a pen breaks*

Revamp the mind of
my generation
Where The limitation is death
From mime imitations

Feverish drought (ouch)with
Less irrigation
To water the flesh of
Where ya spirit is placed in*

Niggas buggin out Over anything
The kit and kaboodle
Hitting a noodle
Made of silly string

Karma brings the remedy for
The silly things
Hater-aide ain't part of my seed
Like Billy Jean
Track Name: Character


Character on the strip

no comic

nothing like a shooting star

something like a comet

The way i way i move

hafta dust my shoulders


I leave em black and blue

and read all over




Im beyond what they

set me on different conditions than al simmins

yet a vicious spawn

Back at it like a bad

habit - you can stop

like the plot of Rin Tin

and Cap Haddock

no better contender

for american splender

Hate rests with the depressed

No Harvey Pekar

i found a loophole

i had to stretch wider

for that cake im up late

like apollo & the midnighter

Bunnys flock to the

table when - a flick of the honey pot is the money shot

no Jameson

My tounge is a weapon

shootin a lead full

Taking checks for placing bets

thats a deadpool

Quit kidding me while you

pretend be the StormWatch

a bunch of bitches with

electricity - like Jenny Sparks

no enigma

i smash natural coi

with the sigma of tenma

higher than astro boy



where i strive aint

for the faint of pillars

aint familiar to preach

to the saint of Killers

Most people need to

calm down warden

im getting green of any scheme

no hal jordan

Many livin hallow til

a shot fill em

im protecting a precisous life

like scott pilgrim

Break locks like

a ruger - no freeon

Rollin with the pilot of

the futeure - no Mekon

When im doin shows

leavin is the hard part

ive got the artisanship

of Cerberus the Aardvark

secretary state of hip hop

no chertoff

in a bind where most fly blind

as Matt Murdock

Haters form the crust of the pie

in 8 waves

Quick to silencer night

no agent Graves

im intended to sell boy

Cuz none come hotta

while you headed for hell boy

Like Anung Un Rama
Track Name: Cut You Down
On them streets

Them niggas done
popped women and children
Done got ppl to feel Em
That ain't hood

Spend a living on
Jordans and tims chillin
them 40s and rims spinnin
But really that ain't hood

Hood is tryna
Sleep but you can't
Cuz aks spraying at
Ya window panes like (brrrrraaaat)

Hood is tryna
Eat but you can't
But the big names feasting
Like payday came right (what!?)

I am on another level (level)
So while you sell ya soul
To the devil
I'll supply the shovel (Hello!)

Welcome to an episode
Of realness
Since Johnny did it on em
I been wantin to kill this

Feel this like Braille
Mixed with a steel grip
Art not miss the point (like) arch
Shots when ya wrist slips (Brick!)

Defining logic on some real shit
Plus I find it ironic
how we in Hell
But we still live

Many fragile pockets
Yet we still give
Our two cents like crew ship
Full of brilliance

So while you busy
Tryna stack ya millions
I'll be caked up
With faith so resilient

All you Liars and snakes
(Had to cut you down)
Gangstas and fakes
(had to cut you down)

If you glorifying hate
(Had to cut you down)
When my people at steak
(Have to cut you down)
Track Name: Exercise
This right here's an exercise
Of skill - here me out
For real - I be at the top of
Buildings tryna kill the clouds

Yet still I remain
Half empty with intent to fill
The deadly hallows that be hard
To swallow - no jagged pill

This right here's an exercise
Of talent - fiendish tryna push
Me but retain my balance
It's simply just a challenge

And trust me you
Ain't ready for no war
Stick to acting - your rapping
Deserves academy awards

For tryna battle me you'll
Get plauged with casualties for sure
Emplore your cavilry they will meet
The exact fate as yours

Fuck a strap buckle back
This nigga laced with swords
While you stuck inside a trap
And hustle crack to make the morgue

A more suitable rudimentary
Figure for the four
Horse-men of the
Apocalypse I'm sure

Flow under-cooked its understood
Like sushi rolls he Rollin raw
Holdin ya ransom in palm of hand
Like a bowling ball

Chosen call to script the
Scripted living most involved in sinnin
Where revolvers spinni send Em
To golden walls where all was written

No docs prescription could
Satisfy your need for omixicilin
Flowing so I'll off the top that
You may need to chill in

Gots ta feel Em like god put him
In front to obstruct your vision
The plots fruition consists of
Deconstructing any competition