PUNCH & WORDS - Da Cipher lyrics

rate me

Yeah, whattup, whattup?

Yo, uhh, it's a man's world

Yo yo, it's a man's world

Yo, to all the boys and girls

It's a man's world, it's a man's world

Tell me, yo, feel that one time

Just feel me, feel that one time

Feel my surface, while you kick rhymes that's worthless

My rap verses, burn niggaz like black churches

Assholes, that sound off at live shows

Techniques weak, while I'm on beat like five-oh

Peep the rhyme flow, for all those that play me close

a double dose, biting my style, you catch strep throat

Can't cope, I see this bullshit happen

Niggaz be gettin deals cause they boy went platinum

I backslap em, destroy, all comp

Niggaz be kickin rhymes about shit they don't got

Now what you had in store buzz was looted, your music makes me sick

So I stay in bed and drink a lot of fluids

Hospitals for my stroke of genius, don't care where you come from

China or Venus, vagina or penis

Portfolio, four point oh, Scorpio

Had sex with the friends of my mom that saw me grow

The pitch was lead so you never caught up, you artificial

I need a teaspoon of sugar and two cups of water

And when you get the light you blow it, cause a lot of y'all

so confidant that when you wack, you don't even know it

Bogus poets

[Chorus: Punch & Words]

Don't you hate in a cypher when your rhyme is through

And some wack rapper rhyme, right behind you

Messin up the whole cypher for the whole damn crew

Don't you feel the way that I do? "True!"

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Let me set it, fashion MC's I leave naked

They get disrespected and burned on record

I rip mics, freaky like two dykes (what you do)

I kick rhymes, stay online like websites

The ordeal, I'm nice with rhyme skills

and rock on beats, that pump like high heels

I rip off, those that can't get they shit off

Jam like a Tec that don't spit off, I dead all

MC's, weak ones that try to tempt me

I bust off rhymes until I'm empty, don't sweat me

I'm ill, literate, you illetirate

Reap what you sew then knitted, in your imaginations figaments

Consider this, all size of words are sewn

Force a rapper to read between the lines like barcodes

You aren't known worldwide, hardly

You that same MC, that wore the nametage to the party

Be fly, prepare for departure, I'm raw

I frighten MC's like I had multiple sex partners

You write your Rest In Peace and tuck you in

That verse was the worst;

when you get some breath control then we'll punch you in

[Chorus x2]