Cypha Session (Underground Airplay)

Lyrics

Echō Unltd. ft. Cella Dwellas, Kazo, Chaunce Lover, Trix Galore, Nugget The Phantom, Da Bush Babees, and Doug E. Fresh - "Cypha Session (Underground Airplay)" [Emcee(s): Phantasm, U.G., Kazo, Chaunce Lover, Trix Galore, Nugget The Phantom, Babe-B-Face Kaos (AKA Lee Majors), Mr. Man (AKA Mr. Khaliyl), Y-Tee, and Doug E. Fresh] [Producer(s): [?]] [Verse 1: Phantasm (of the Cella Dwellas)] As I grab My head and zone and kick my heels three times I wish I was home as I roam around the room When I meditate, I can obliviate the state Feed off your skin and dance 'til your bones break My level plus-ten, in a stretch within, have The power of ten men like The Thing Ben Grimm Movements of the hand as I call, Ten Command- -ments'll darken your world like tints The lunatic, I'm losing this. The mic, I'm brui- -sing it, then, like the hovercraft, I just cruise on it Niggas can't understand I'm not from this land I get my power from the sun of these like Biiiiird- -man! Not your average Joe and not your average G.I Many want to be I, and now I see why 'Cause when I was young, I broke toys and popped balloons I guess that's why that you can call me Looney Toons [Verse 2: U.G. (of the Cella Dwellas)] Up in the Tight bush, I push skill that kill his mother Word to mother, I drop the whoops like Super Mario, but rest on Fee-fi-'phoria, arachno' The human spider flies like Bison from Street Fighter with my Mystical, diabolical, hypnotical Style I rocks when my gland is [?] [?] I'm unorthodox, I'm sly like A fox, you jump up like, uh, stocks. Must I get Chopped? When they're hairy, I get scary Like Hitler, leaving question marks like The Riddler So don't step up to me if your rhymes are funny Gave up on the uptown comedy, comedy, comedy [Verse 3: Kazo] Well, uh Pardon me, sorry to interrupt, but I'm Gripping rap and smacking up all the sluts, then Freak the freestyle and still get paid Your shit's so played like Brut by Fabergé Can't gate—no, wait, tell your girl to parlay because I'm suave BOLO like Han Solo, I'm A Star at War. What you? A Chewbacca Your girl's chick was heavy, but, yeah, I still knocked her Boot, was real cute, but [?] hurts A black-and-green snakeskin without the spurs So can I kick it? Did you get the ticket To see me flow? Fast or slow 'cause I do it wickedly Like Ali. You say, "Golly He floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee," these Shot in your butt, but you'll never learn How many times will it take for you to get burnt to see I scorch ya? I hold the torch in whatever hand Rocking with my mans, rocking for the fans that Scream my name—it's all the same wherever I go It's still Kazo—you better act like you know [Verse 4: Chaunce Lover] I'm Slim, trill with the folks of a thousand men This Paper Mate great's a heavyweight with pens. When I think through ink, emcees lay dead and stink. My Figure flows, stings the show plus the kitchen sink. What's The matter? You can't hang with the Mad Hatter Lover take a loss? Please kill that chitchatter I'm better than a Harlem rent and snatching up Cheese with no problem 'cause I'm smooth like that My man with the gat got my back, so duck. You better Get prepared because I'm lyrically buff. They call me Lover, my first name's Chauncy, not Chunky You were bucking flunky on my meat like a monkey Your girl wants me 'cause I'm a sex symbol, and I still eat emcees like I eats my vegetables Healthy, not wealthy, yet [?], they said A penny for my thoughts—money, bet I'm gonna be rich [Verse 5: Trix Galore] Well, you Should chill with my squad by the bar and Kilimanja- -ro. Catching hoes never slow, but [?] Rastafari, I'm [?] like a Great spot, got a good eye to see who's watching all my Fly cheese, so please, I got umpteen monies. If you Need one, take one. As-Salaam-Alaikum to the Next cheese, rhythm then I'll slit like split peas Disease ain't catching on the nose 'cause I use these Trojans, re-up on stacks like [?] [?] I'd rather protection than infection to me I smoke more smoke than the smoke in a smoke convention What did I forget? Oh yeah, let me mention that I can [?] wreck at any sec Collect large respect as I break out for medical Check, club, scrub, rub-a-dub on your girl's Mug, left cement for her friend to replace. Uh huh That I promise, but promises was meant to be Broken—that's why y'all niggas get heartbroken Surprise, open your eyes. I know you can't see The milky substance got mixed with your hairspray Like Scarface said, fuck with me, that means you're fucking with The best. Nigga, next [Verse 6: Nugget The Phantom] Uh Good God, how are you? The Phantom is back on the prowl How you like me now? If you flex, I gets foul Cool and all, hotshots, you get no props To blowing up spots, the lyrical Fort Knox With blocks of gold bombs—ain't no future in fronting You listen to the man like my name was [?] And try to dissect the lyrics when I kick 'em I get you open like sores on an AIDS victim, got Tricks up my sleeve like Inspector Gadget, your bomb Ring the alarm, bring the drama—we gots to have it You riffed, I dissed you. Don't sweat the Fifth, duke And "bo-bo-bo" is the sound of my pistol Drama, money, envy. Who are the R&B new kids on the block? Boyz II Men, kid [?] fuck [?] And when it come to hip hop, the Nugget is the man, yo I guess I gotta make a bullshit tune like, "All I wanna Do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom in the poon-poon" Kill the poetic crap—money, I pull it And when it come to money, this super cat rule shit I'm known through the world as the original rude boy And shooting down puff is a thing that I enjoy You can't break my back—it's too strong, hon. Remember this: Nugget got a big, stiff, black, hard, long one The leader of the pack, yo, a maniac wacko Niggas coming to face? I light 'em up like tobacco Nugget is the mack—come and see me. [?] 1-0, swing like Barrington Levy I felt I had to come on a song and drop my product And blast the niggas on mainframe and blow the spot up I got the whole world in my hands, so now I'm gonna Step to the left and pass it right to my right [Verse 7: Babe-B-Face Kaos (AKA Lee Majors) [of Da Bush Babees]] [?] Cars, breaker, breaker, one dilating your bum Goodness, flip the fat rap like Shanaynay Da Bush Babees' Batman don't sleep like that fat man 'Cause I kick slaves like they kick kicks that hit So watch as I get biz or you'll get packed like rosaries Watch as I roast emcees, causing catastrophes "So come on down," my name is Bob Barker But if The Price Is Right, I'll [?] like [?] I could be a hero while [?] Can I flip the script from Fridays [?] I pound ya and leave your balance [?] To fuck with me, y'all need a bodyguard like Whitney Houston Y'all know that my style, I make clique get close, I'm like [?] make [?] lick my roaster I told ya [?] got to have faith, so step Up and you'll get played like pork on a Muslim's plate You'll get dashed away, I'll make niggas pass away Make you say, "Hey!" about some shit I kicked yesterday So who's next up to bat? My Man, my Mr Get on the mic while I go fuck your sister [Verse 8: Mr. Man (AKA Mr. Khaliyl) [of Da Bush Babees]] Partially from the top of the head, heed The words of the dread 'cause I'm prolifically Speaking. So many slept on the powers of The aggrafied one giving you more up on your dollars Scholars weren't even smart enough to test The best of the best 'cause my mind manifests Time to make them know 'cause the met's in the mental Booming in your, booming in your, booming in your rental Mr. Man coming equipped, and I'm on the freestyle tip, so get a grip and I forget the rhyme that I was saying, but It didn't really matter because my shit is still displaying I got skills plus I pay bills, so I'll pass it Y-Tee so you can get ill [Verse 9: Y-Tee (of Da Bush Babees)] [?] [Verse 10: Doug E. Fresh] Well, I'm Bad, bad, the wickedest man alive Bad, bad, the wickedest man alive Bad, bad, the wickedest man alive The... (*Beatbox*). I said Bad, bad, the wickedest man alive Bad, bad, the wickedest man alive Bad, bad, the wickedest man alive (*Beatbox*). Yo, them call me Bad, bad, the wickedest man alive The Glock in my hand, no man can survive The terror. You made a error in this area Now everybody's in mass hysteria Don't want to feel the shock of the Glock, Glock, Glock 'cause when I Aim it and then made it go "pop-pop-pop," bodies Drop, drop, drop 'cause then style stop, stop. Son, you Scared? Then run and call the cop, cop, cop. It go Boomshakalakalaka, boomshaka, boom, yo Make way and given the don some room 'cause we Be rocking and of the stalkers in the house be Jocking because they be vexed, because their girlies be Clocking. Up to the front, all the girlies start Flocking because, when I grab the mic, you know my style is so Shocking. It make all their DJ rappers want to just Mock it or stop it or drop it, think to mop it Or pop it or flop it. Hip hop, kid, nonstop, kid The style is unique, my physique I critique, and I Speak with technique, never weak or complete, can't be Beat, nor can any...