The Cypher

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kenny Siegel] My raps are like phone psychics, they got hot lines Y'all keep bitin', stealin' rhymes, y'all have hot lines Who's mind is deadly as mine? My mind's as deadly as mines Stay quiet like mimes if you not tryin' to drop from shots flyin' Leave you haemorrhagin', this belligerent, militant killer and menace Is a vicious and sinister villain, it's imminent My spit is ridiculous, it's sick and [?] magnificent lyricist Like judges, I ruin lives with sentences Terrific is my penmanship, you listenin' to simple spit Green fiend peelers for Benjamins, treat you like you the heir To my enterprise - I'll give you the business [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] Man he act like a maniac, with a mini AK So merciless men on murderous nation with many macs I'll make ya mom miss ya, mention me and missiles meet Ya mug, a mad man missin his mind, "Mister Mass Marksman", maniacal mangler mimicing Michael Myers I maim ya, it's Merk-Mania Maliciously mutilate with machetes, a monster Manic mercenary, mixed with a major mobster My heat the street sweepin', leave the weak bleedin' on your knees Leakin', ya seethe, breathin' leavin' ya seed, grievin' Nephew and niece weepin', I keep a meat cleaver For beef, you peeps should be thinkin' of retreatin' [Verse Three: Dice] When the Horseshoes step in the place, we catchin' a case Lyrically murder niggas then his men in his face Leavin' the place all messy, my bullets go through vests, see My weapon is no longer concealed so please don't test me Who can fuck with this volcanic eruption No need for an introduction, when I step in with the Glock I'm clutchin' I'm dope! More potent than coke, when I spit I'm makin' you stagger like Hennessey mixed with some Coke, I'm so Hood plus I stay on the block, when I flow I'm as cold as hypothermia makin' ya temperature drop Like it or not? I blow up the spot, and sometimes I'm on one like the hour hand be on the clock Motherfucker! [Verse Four: Debo] I'm what would happen if them missiles would've passed and missed Hitler With straps that clap like the ass on a thick stripper I disfigure you bitch niggas and click triggers, put six in a snitch' liver We itchin'a lynch wiggas Creepin' with twin pistols, shots'll begin to hit you Lift you and then flip you and rip through your skin tissue I then hit you again with lyrical ninjitsu I'm invincible, couldn't stop me with ten missiles This rhymer idolise Osama, traumatise ya momma I'm causin' homocides with samurai's katanas I'm choppin' bodies, I'ma copy Dahmer Or I'ma find your posse and send kamakaze bombs! [Verse Five: Crooked I] I'm an abnormal enemy, my artillery diminish your imagery You finna be paranormal energy, police'll physically Have to perform a ceremonial séance just to figure your killer's identity Literally, you not feelin' me, the Glock tend to be poppin' enemies In an approximate two block proximity, sane? Not mentally, eight slugs puncture your lungs Ya not killin' me, fake thugs run for your guns The .38 snub waste blood in your mouth, ya tastebuds Run from your tongue, ya drop instantly I remove many men out of mental misery Mass murderin' mercenary, I make 'em into memories Evacuate the vicinity, a basket case in the mask of Jason A plastic face, blastin' out of a black Infiniti Blastin' the rap industry, then have Pastor Mase deliver me Crooked is the epitome of villainy, you bastards kiddin' me? The only friend of me is a glass of Hennessey I've mastered chemistry, I laugh 'cause I'm past obscenity I blast like I'm Sam Yosemite, you cats do not have validity I'm sick and cash is the remedy, release massive energy Hahaha, wooo man Stop that shit dawg