Apollo Brown - Detroit Cypher lyrics

rate me

Ft. Ras Kass, Red Pill, MarvWon, Miz Korona, Noveliss

(Verse 1: MarvWon)

These fans is gettin' penance, they want bars back

Blast signal in the air, they want Marv back

Good chat time, homie, where is your heart at?

89' pissed this flow, where yo hear at?

I'm givin' you niggas the work, yeah, yo shit is the worse

Every time I'm pinnin' a verse it feel like I'm defendin' the earth

A trooper fan, I'm superman, I'm spinnin' shit in reverse

Try to ride the beezes, you play(?) it cool and get in this earth

Then I'mma put yo body right where the worms be

Too slow to catch me, then they bet' not concern me

You tryin' to take mine, you ain't gon' need no attorney

I will turn every day into a weak end and burn it

You a dead man walkin', cypher-ficial

Hooligans to the dead end talkin'

That's an issue? You gon' see a red van parkin'

And so many niggas tryna get yo head shot

You gon' think it's a whip damn melt you(?)

(Verse 2: Noveliss)

My mic, check this

Billie the Kid, about to outdraw

The outlaw under the pale moonlight

Sippin' on moonshine, drag shadow box into the south park

I'll tear yo mouth off, pugilist

This town ain't big enough for the two if us

If you were dismissin', that life predictin'

I feel ya comin' from single parents

Did you emerge from the jungle like Alan perish?

You either build to destroy or you're holdin' hammers

Tell you where the toast is, but everything is timeless

Fuck a Rolex, who's gonna flow next?

Marvelous, Free Mind, lookin' on me lock his wrist

Catalyst of the whack nigga, apocalypse

You can't feather my notebook, them shits is bottomless

Drowning in metaphor, reservoir I built around me

All I do is in my ? to protect endorsement shit

How y'all fit ill on these tracks?

One time for the rhyme's hoops

Finna slide through Wabtosin I get knobs loose

If all I do, got me into this neva cruise

The master bless raps offer

Wyle and then snap, probably laugh at you

(Verse 3: Miz Korona)

Damn right my city cold, niggas hearts South Pole - freezin'

To steal yo soul they don't need a reason

All you gotta do is get a wrong look, run into the wrong crook

And they'll leave yo whole crew screamin' - HE SQUEEZIN'

So hit the deck or get checked into the ICU

We come from the city squares, don't take a liking to

Shit's even fight a dude if you get at a pocket with em

He was tumblin' tough until that rocket hit 'im

How he livin' somewhere on the otha side, no longer among us

Shell 6 more fies, medium - humongous

One size fits all, pot box sent off

Send em to the crossroads, both 'em wish cold

Land in the heartless, regardless what you read about

Only yo favorite rappers take the scenic route

Peep em out, they don't hit the deal when they come and rock up in Michigan

Lames keep their mouth, no soliciting, nigga yeah!

(Verse 4: Red Pill)

Now, I don't give two fucks who I'm standin' with

I demand the attention, spanned it the pre-internet man

The pre-eminent, I don't see limits, I preach limits and be hemith

I'm B. Hemmitt, Goliath killin' Bible wind veiling

I may admit that God put me here to stop the bleeding

I got a reason to breathe and I'm breathin' till I'm weasin'

And headin' ova, am colder, the daemon I'll shoulder

Tellin' me I'm the one that God put in move

So I'm Jehovah, or maybe Hova, I feel my grail until it runeth ova

With Rummy Cola, I fucking sold ya

If the Warp Masters talk rap then they sound like God

Steady in this disappointed like they sound like Nas

I'm not yo old friend, the new kid on this block

Notice me like a 3 in a set of even numbers

Mello got the vehicle, I'm steering the wheel

20/15 will be the game and the pill

(Verse 5: Ras Kass)

Ras Kass, Ras Catastrophe

Apollo Brown, this is Blasphemy

I'm the RSKSS, no vowels

I don't give a shit, no bottles

No white flag hangin', no throwin' any towels

This clash of the titans, no mechanical hours

I hang with the Gorgons, am stitchy and witkus

Cannibalized nigga, cauldron full of boiling bitches

And you don't knowthe half, you have just 49% of us

Stupid son of a bitch, ain't concerned in a spit!

I'm a hot dawg, like bone in the pit

Get my 23 on, spelled team, with an 'I quit!'

You ain't yo sister, get off of my dick!

If you believe every rapper claimin' they buy bricks

I got a braid in London that sell you:

Graveth, Death, Razzy, three things that neva fell you

I get around like the side-view of Lady Gaga

Hit yo fuckin' life up like black baby mommas