Respect The Cipher

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay] Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the Drama King The big brother Let's take it back to the essence Respect the Cipher [Verse 1: Loaded Lux] I never rolled 20s with the spokes out Poked out, my chest saying something, no one spoke out No doubt, told by the players that the coach scout Your own couch, you like the furniture inside the dope house Sold out suburbia, they heard of what I'm brewin' Viewin' my doings, that little Jimmy Chews I'm eschewing Fire to the music, mix the cayenne with the turmeric Not the union, you a human, get to level 5 million Choose the God or mine, none specific, but like everyone invented Come past with some precision, got the true child goin' missing Witty with a god performance, words that I spell I'ma kill a beat, keep, keep keying 'til my palm is on 'em I beat the censors in the week since, say they seem scented But get your screens censored, for real Rappin' with you niggas, I feel I should have the hardest seat 'Bout to start bookin' matches on eHarmony [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B] I'm jumping on a plane with the packs on And once you send 'em out of state you put the tax on Boy, nothin' drug free in my crack zone Niggas gettin' rich talkin' talking shit like tax phone You can get a Benz off of one flip Make a hundred thousand off of one trip Spend 20,000 at the mall on some fun shit While you niggas stuck on the corner on some young shit Need to get some money and get off of that bum shit You on that dumb shit, nigga, need to smarten up Money in your pocket, get a rocket, man and harden up Y'all got it easy, man, the way I grew was hard as fuck My nigga Fresh Homes say yeah, I was gonna call you bruh He told me to tell you, you got who's guardin' ya Oakland International, LAX to LaGuardia A nigga play pussy, get fucked, we done body ya [Verse 3: Termanology] Sitting in the trap, hoping they don't barricade us Heart jumping out my chest, no exaggerating I'm too hood to go pop, that's why I haven't made it Maybe I'll just hustle and pitch, until I hall of fame it I mean I'm already famous but when it's entertainment You get paid a little for doing something that's major So you better have a backup plan, to get your paper They'll rape you quick, watch how the industry outdate ya Won't get too far tryna live like a starving artist These record labels is garbage, the executives retarded Got no knowledge of the game, couldn't tell you 'bout where it started They'll promote a fuckin' punk but as long as the records charted So I guess I'm right back in the game, I couldn't fight the feeling Bunch of sold out crowds and hands to the ceiling We for clouds, bottles, tellies and naked women Friday, we gon' turn up, Sunday, we at the church nailing [Verse 4: Ms Hustle] They used to sleep on me, baby, I know they tired of them Murder everything, picture the body like a hologram They know my name, Mama, shit I'm in high demand You all wanna know the Creator, just like a Tyler fan Tell me who the best be, let's see Shootin' shots, Leslie, test me, bitches gon respect me Stacks, yeah I blue on shoes, I call it Presley I snipe so I'm light with a blade, just call it Wesley Aww man! They startin' to get scared now Enemies wanna to be friends, shit is weird now Go and level up, baby, ain't with the stare downs Like the Huxtable, 'bout the bills, just get it clear now All these bitches tryna figure me out Figure amounts, figured I'm in, they figured I'm out Shit, who listen to my regular shit? I figured your spouse But I'm all about this money, what thses figures about [Verse 5: Nicky D's] I'm a crazy white boy like Van Damme with more bars on me than Xanman I sleep a motherfucker like Sandman They booed me at first but I'm a natural born leader Showed skill, now I get love in New York like Porzingis My name ain't Kristaps but act funny when you get fist tapped You'll get more than a wrist slap My pops left me with a pound of mids, so I flipped that It took me like a week to make the arrear in the rent back So sit back, 'cause ain't a thing you can do about it I hit The East with Kay Slay and then I move around it The Irish bloke with the size of a coast Then I hit ya high as your throat like lines of dope But all bullshit aside, I got my family to support So it's perfect timing, the game is now handing me the torch I don't mean to intimidate you but I disintegrate ya Take your whole flow apart, like I'm tryna renovate ya, motherfucker [Verse 6: Oun P] Magic happens in the booth when Oun's in it Your parties won't feel the same if I bring the goons in it (Facts) The first car I bought, wasn't no room in it Now it's convertible, and you can stare at the Moon in it (Wooh) I don't call niggas, it's me scrappin' For every action is a reaction (Facts) Violate me, nigga, you ill And fuck 0 to 100, go from 0 to a million In The Bronx they know all about a nigga Hands out, but you ain't getting nothing now, nigga If it's war, it'll never end 'Til your mom's banging on your casket like she begging you to let her in Tryna take the game to new levels It's too sweet now, Ooh-Way is the new rebels In New York gettin' my crew settled But global 'cause they love me down in NC more than the Blue Devils [Verse 7: Ras Kass] Can't play in the NBA if you can't dribble Can't say you The G-O-A-T if you can't scribble I Ghostbust ghostwriters, burn 'em with witchcraft Write your own verses, nigga, give him his hits back Menage 'til my bitches is Mitch Mack And a pistol workout, it's like I'm buff with a six pack Battle rap leagues, raw skills back to mainstream Rap so I salute that, like we mooks back Some of you new cats got the nerve to get on BET cyphers Fall off in three bars, that's a Now Cipher He break, I'm the shit, that's a foul diaper I typewrite on Skype when the light bright So prepared for another all-nighter, dig me? Kill a Klanman but nigga tryna win bigly I slay, like K and Beyonce On 12/25, they flyin' with Santa Rode through in a Phantom with Da Vinci in Atlanta You niggas I see walking like blue bandanas And I be with more bloods than Juelz Santana Mumble Rap Dad, TV with two antennas