Apollo Brown - Cellophane Cypher lyrics

rate me

Ft. Quelle Chris, Ras Kass, Cavalier, Has-Lo, yU

(Verse 1: Quelle Chris)

One city define the state of a whole country

8.50 the night devours the day hungry

Provide a life for free to receive for the ?

One for the club poppers rockin' they favorite outfits

One for the dope ass tip and the fit of vodka

One for the ? of the thug niggas liftin' the block up

The other two carry a hood throughout various products

Middle class Aries carryin' angels and masses

This the life, hip-hop's most dangerous topic

And better than papi preachin' the predicate to mosh pits (?)

But even in it's most hectic, the city is pressure

The power for pressure felt from learnin' a hard lesson

Confesses' a first time in yo lifeline came

With a sunshine of the night's fall from your right mind

And sometimes it's beautiful, sometimes it's not

Sometimes is knucklehead niggas, a lot of times it's the cops

Some brothers live in the dark all day

Wound between a rock and a hard place cuz the light of day

Is a hallway to chase a nigga up

Shit

(Verse 2: Ras Kass)

I belch through niggas hoods and leave a trail of lava

My flow is Blade try to reawaken the Mangler

I'm Ogular, d'you know the $ sneakers by Prada

Layed out for dad's daughter, my bitch is a dick model

Ain't nobody hotter, put the (fthu) is spittin'

The otha nigga, 50 Cent, musta forgot to mention

That a murder in eight bars actually is seven

You keep one in the chamber to snipe angels in heaven

Even endanger the rebel, shit, please believe it

I read street English, then I speak it kalinga

Won't even front like 'em billionaire Emcees

My money low, I'm at the house makin' macaroni and cheese

I hate y'all niggas, then treat y'all niggas

Like LA niggas treated the LA Clippers

(Verse 3: Cavalier)

Cav evil, tab the pad with the tattoo needle

Tap that ass, now she gon' sleep in the fetal

Can't get no satisfact to equal my appetite for herb

If my actions concern, you people just know concern

Betta go mind yo b', yo hoe outta line, mind yo b'

I come with mine, BYOB

All you can be is soft, I'm hard like crease with spray starch

Clean clocks on Easter, heath sharp like a priest

But a beast play a nigga and guitar

With a lock for e's, u's, r's, we grind on sheets

Plenty dimes, I spend time with ... but my piece

Shiit, but fee fi fo fum I smell dro blunts

The chief got a nose for peef

Temtempo-peedic, get outta my space

Get outta myspace, Cav takin' office and swingline staplers

(Verse 4: Has-Lo)

Yo, attract to me, black fast blender

Rap for the act rippers, glass livers

Crack, liquor, have bad liquors

It'll all work out more or less short of respect

Night check to the corner cassette

Bet is pricy, lot of ill shit on my block happened nightly

Uh, don't got much more than that

When I take it to the crib I'mma write like I'm in the dub shack

LBC shit, PHI shit, yo, you could see me, I be here on my shit

Come off the top of the head, yo when I rhyme

The system be cling to the red

Leave you dead, the whites, this is me, errday, errnight

Out of sight like Lion-o with the sword, right?

Yeah, you know it from the 80' cartoon shit

Yo, when I'm killin' just like this, yo (I dunno)

(Verse 5: yU)

I ain't hopin' ?

Hooties hot darker in skin' has been in the sauna

Shit is truer than a movie, man, we livin' in one

Over rims you get shot like the tip of the drum

Buy my ? income ova yo crib for the dumb

You know, under the pillow, if the sneaker get done

Ratio was 10 to 1 when you lived in the slum

So pay attention to yo young, henchmen he among

Outta breath, you neva find nobody ling you alone

You in the wind, lookin' blown, not a fin where you from

I turn my pen to a gun, ends the clip, I let it drip to the drum

I spit a gin phlegm straight from the tongue

I like being on the mic and I resemble the sun

Vince Mark give a spark to all the ignorant numb

Errybody want the crime, but don't admit to give ones(?)

Sometimes these so called hotters be the zin-toness ones

(Outro: Apollo Brown)

I play round with these words, keep it fly

Someday you gonna die

Product test me, why you, niggas has long bunch o' rides

Nigga, might just have to woop yo ass, simple as that

Thanks to Mack McGuire for correcting these lyrics