Mark Battles, Dizzy Wright & Euroz - Cypher lyrics
rate meFt. Derek Luh, Cory Gunz, Emilio Rojas And Chris Webby
(Intro)
Yo yo, it's gettin' real in the field
Like yo yo, giddy-di-yak-ya
(Verse: Dizzy Wright)
This is not to be rewarded
Well, at least I wasn't miming and my vocals wasn't distorted
See, king Dizzy's no different from King James
Cuz I live to learn the word, don't stop at nothin', Michael Jordan
Look, even tho I got a jumper like Larry Verb
And all these white girls screamin' fo' me, singin' every fuckin' word
Word, I can tell that you the homeboy that ain't eva right
Me? Well, I make fashion statements almost every night
I'm taking flights without no seatbelt on and landin'
Headin' to the top and I'm leavin' these fuck niggas stranded
Nothin' handed, we with that learnin' money management movement
Savor just to spend it, do a show and then I recoupe it
Young boss man, fuck an offerin'
Me?! I'm fuckin' on this bad bitch with a big booty and soft hands
That wanna be my wiffey, but I'm off cam
But when I'm on cam, she already know the program
I'm programmed so I roll that more grams
Them slow jams, so we can vibe out
We the Cadillac boys, she hop inside so we can ride out
She turn the music up and twist the weed
A real nigga, baby, this trip's on me
Holla at me! Some playa shit!
(Verse 2: Derek Luh)
It's crazy how the trouble can excel right pass 'em
Nancy, this a habit, like fuck it, I gotta have it
She bad, then I gotta bag it
I'm touchin' her like a tablet, my whole camp movin' forward
You just livin' in the past tense
Shit, I'm tired of these hasbeens
How Biggie sounded classic(?!)
Get yo weight up, muthafuckin' hate up
Only in it for the paper, get the steppin' like omega
Weight up, wake up, grind to the day up
Straight up, say what?! Easy as a lay up
We do it till they' pissed off
Hustlin' like Rick Ross' dick, stained with lip gloss, D
Look!
(Verse 3: Mark Battles)
Battles, it's Fly America
Look! Want the money and respect, you can keep the power
Plan to grab the whole world, it may take an hour
Bad hoes and bad froze when I take a shower
Plus the sweetest presidential, call it Eisenhower
My mama wid it, the honest livin', I gotta get it
The finest women, I track a minute then I forget it
She ridin' in it, but still ain't know that I'm bout to hit it
We got it winnin', so spit it raw with no contradiction
Woah! They hatin' on the daily, used to freestyle for free
But now ya gotta pay me, career goin' 80 and it start to drive 'em crazy
Fly America, I'm a patriot, call me Tom Grady
Take it all and leave the rest wid 'em
I'm done with the chatter, wanna be the next victim
Call Dr. Cali, got the weed, the best syndrome
Undefeated, neva lost, like the GPS system
Get 'em, I bet you hate to be winnin'
Keep givin' yo opinion, it ain't makin' a difference
If you can't take the heat, then stay away from the kitchen
Yo album name is Lemonade, could be made in a minute!
Get it? Minute made, I'm a renegade, they been afraid
I tint the blades when I sing the stage(?!)
Pinching game on my clement stain
With a different name, pad on the walls' bout to get insane
Flame, you can tie me in a straight jacket
Proclaiming nicest in my H bracket
I'm really bein' modest, cuz I hate braggin'
Study who I am, Kram, like my name backwards
HA! It's too much fo' y'all, hatin' on a nigga
So Klu Klux in all
The pain temporary, dawg, I grew up to ball
Think I'm visionly impaired, I don't see them at all
It's Battles!
(Verse 4: Euroz)
Yo, you know you can't forget the Z
They throwin' salt in the game, niggas skip baitless
On that totem pole shit, stackin' big faces
Long is the price from the risk, take it
Fly with his own nest is what the chicks chasin'
Naked if she with me, thought you knew this
I've always had a thing for a nudist
Ridin' on strippers, it's only right to play my nudists
Every time I hear a nigga song it's like I'm in a nude dip
Tell me what I don't know!
Who needs a budget when the haters handle promo?
Before they claimed king, Bastian was the logo
I stick crack in every line, this shit's so dope
Neva been the type to talk, we com-cast(?!)
Look in all directions, possible, the compass
GP, someone the bullshit, don't come pass
Where you at is where this money tend to come fast
No dubstep, but I'll get you bater(!?) for cheap
The _________(?) was made up by me
My ex be PI, check on the latest for me
Only time she touch the stars she favor the tweek
_________(?) like I was wild, take if from me
I couldn't tell ya by the time she would take it from me
Read my peers' eyes proof, or just take it from me
The logic picture most niggas need patience to see
Don't forget the Z
(Verse 5: Chris Webby)
On that Cypher rap shit, I'm still the awkward that's got it
Drop flows and serve cats with an order of fries
When my album's in yo whip, make sure the volume is high
That shit is fresh, they been callin' me The Lord of the Flies
I'm part samurai, part _____(?), part ninja
With a pirate's attitude, proceed with caution
You wish you kept it movin' after you stepped in the warriors
With butt heads like Pachio except for the -saurus
You won't be standin' where the fuckin' dust settles, due
So now you know exactly what the fuck my panels do
I'm close, I can feel it in my gut, call it serical(?!)
It ain't no soldier involved, but all this shit I'm bout to execute
So play it cool, like 'eeeh, yo, this shit's straight'
I ain't what you're bumpin' at the gym while you lift weights
I let these kids hate then ask them how my dick tastes
And write a whole mixtape, my one fuckin' __________(?)
Name a kid who can rap that dope since highschool
I held the pad in the backpack close
One and one hit wonders, they can stack that dope
We'll be gone in 24 like a snapchat post
I'm a ghost, mutahfucka, shit, I need me a tan
A strong drink and a model on a beach with the sand
But that'll will come when I accomplish all the dreams that I've planned
And get more radio activity than seas in Japan
Each station in rotation will be playin' my shit
Till then I'll be anywhere they pay me to spit
You ain't got shit on what I'm gonna do, so pump the brakes
Like a school bus and stop it right in front of you, bitch!
(Verse 6: Cory Gunz)
A milli on my name, it's anonymous where the truth lay
Chris Brown's name is anonymous with abuse (fuck the system!)
Fucks like it's anonymous in this booth
I be ridin' uptown with some monkeys that's in a Coupe
We don't like nobody except the clique that we rollin' with
You ain't on the dick, I expect that you gon' hold this shit
Buzz a lil bit, I ain't have a label promotin' it
I neva had a fuckin' co-sign, I been alone in this
My heart's cold, my rear's with refrigeration
My lungs are like ventilation, don't fuck with this Venezuelan
Now y'all will get fucked with no penetration
I be rockin' all saints, they cuts they be veneratin'
A generation is drug addicted and lost
I ain't judgin' nothin', man, Jesus carried the cross
And _____(?) bust it open, 'em virgin Marys are gone
If Jesus was a cop, then the lights in scene I done saw
The street code of ethics's a code of silence
And I seen a fiend so co-dependent on dope _____(?)
They took his ass in court as a co-defendant in trial
And they locked him up for what they should treat him for, cuz he wylin'
Shit ain't neva change, thank god they should make my people legal
Before they do the marijuana
Instead INS will be _____(?) us to the border
You can't tax a person for wantin' more for they' dug
A milli
(Verse 7: Emilio Rojas)
It's E to the mi, li-ohs
Whoeva want it can get it, word to u and yours
I don't buy convertibles, you know they shoot indoors
I ain't to be slept on, but niggas asleep
Like the king to be crept on, so niggas'll creep on
Stay in your lane or get swept on, cuz niggas is sweet
Yeah, he came with his weapon, for niggas too weak
Try me with they rep on, then niggas will weep
Anything gettin' stepped on, my niggas will reap
Should play, playin' fo' keeps
Bullshit all y'all talk came with receipts
I aim, squeeze bang and repeat, same in the streets
Think before you rap, befo' they clap the brain out yo beats
It's called candy soldier, cheap gells from my beefs
He or she full of shell like the Zion zebra(?!)
Look the macaroni ____(?), satisfy when you bring me half an only eye
Then you laugh and throw me five
Far as this rap shit, been ahead of my time
Head of my grind, no pawn keep ahead of my nine
Nothin' in my mind made up, I made up my mind
That's if a nigga play us, I'm facin' my time
Want the crib, cam baby, confined
Hardly got living room space, hater lamp shadin' my shine
From the cradle to the grave of my grind
Fillet a nigga from the naval to the waves of my .9
My influence is a cable in crime
Makin' bagel designs and bein' a fuckin' tornado in rhymes
My influence is a cable in crime
Makin' bagel designs and bein' a fuckin' tornado in rhyme
I'm done
