Cypha Session Part II (Underground Airplay Vol. 2: ...The Cypha Continues...)

Lyrics

Echō Unltd. ft. Vice Grip, Building Block, Herbal E, Cella Dwellas, and Lord Digga - "Cypha Session Part II (Underground Airplay Vol. 2: ...The Cypha Continues...)" [Emcee(s): Vice Grip, Building Block (AKA Block McCloud), Herbal E, Phantasm, U.G., and Lord Digga] [Producer(s): Kay-Zee] [Scratches: DJ Megahurtz] [Verse 1: Vice Grip] Well, the Agenda for today is to rotate heads. Your fucking Soap? I'm bucking like lead, red [?] Some tried to come and compose as comp', they get Three beads in the head, braincells get stomped and Ma, you're just an extra. Watch who you're standing next Ta. I'm original, I'm greater, you're lesser It's almost time for flavor to get taken, son. I'm About to bust some shit—instead of shit, I'll bust your ear- -drums, I'll bust your face and the blood is what you're tasting That's what you get for basing and fucking with an Asian Brooklyn's not my everyday station Brooklyn is the place of my creation I built an everyday rep reciting raps With magical raps rats used to call impractical Now I'm getting more ammo before I reload. Some say I blew up, others say I'm ready to explode [Verse 2: Building Block (AKA Block McCloud) [of Zooty Zoo]] I got the Lowest prices in town, so come on down It's a nicer price when I pick up a nice pound I'll steal shows when I'm dealing those kilos And feeling that I can heal those, the realer with the real Dose of dope picking 'em up and beyond, rising High like dawn when I'm turning 'em on On Cloud Nine, finding there's a candy cane Switch, that dope floats. The fans be hoping and Wishing that the mister won't stop. Bloods potion Decomposing 'til their bones drop Bodies collapsing 'cause their soul is fucking absent Due to the time and the money that the lad spent Yo, protracting the flow that I be injecting You best sweat it, better be dead when I'm collecting Pay up front if you want what I got—if not Cop some product or spot and cop a squat in The park or in your room. In the dark, you could spark it Take a hard hit, then bring the guidance on target 'Cause I hit up a [?]. This con concludes to this: Doper don't miss a double-dose of flesh And extra. Satan's soul and hoes sit next to me Offering sex again, shaking like a Mexican Jumping fiend over hump and [?] For [?], I got the whole royal greenery So here I'll sit, sipping my Hennessey Fiends are in a frenzy, selling their Benzies And TVs and CDs and all those devices That just shows how dope my merchandise is [Verse 3: Herbal E (of Zooty Zoo)] The Zooty Zoo about to wreck again, break your neck Again, put 'em in TEC again. Give me a second while I Caughts and scorch ya with a small force and Up against monsters, scheming rhyming abortion 'Cause what you give in verses not even worth two cents You're weak in the tooth—in other words, you're a nuisance My shit is hitting, I ain't bullshitting Somewhere between and pit and rock, wilding, you're a kitten sitting In a pile of kitty litter with a little bit of Uniqueness, but up against me is weakness And deviousness is tediousness. In total se- -riousness, yo, it's a serious diss My skills is evident, I never had to beg Or scrounge, coming from Brooklyn where the Lyricists Lounge [Verse 4: Phantasm (of the Cella Dwellas)] The re- -surrection has arrived like a standing o- -vation, the lab, the Cella hypnotics The nation, one God individual with Liberty, very few exist against me. Spiri- -tually, I construct and create, and if I con- -centrate, can sometimes elevate and levitate To hide parts of the brain is confusion When I'm snoozing, images, illusions Dreams in the night whisper that [?] 12 o'clock howlings and dog barks Travel through the brain as I try to maintain, but "Choo-choo!" Here comes my insane freight train Going to the field, where I was born from the scorned To meet the rest of the Children of the Corn Madness in the maddest formed Not like the norm, here comes the lyrical brainstorm To rain on your parade and watch your earth quake Your crucifixion has a nail and stake [Verse 5: U.G. (of the Cella Dwellas)] When I'm in home Free, my memory becomes a hurry Get the paramedics from red aesthetics, don't let 'em in- -ject it in my veins 'cause they call it pain, it's strange, and I'm When I'm white, might pick the mic, spit venom in 'em Let's go into my basement, do experiments with Needles, transfusion that turn women into beetles Vials of liquid gets up the heat vitality 'Cause the man in me wants to feed on humanity And sanity. Rebandage me 'cause I'm peeling Reeling like a spider, so I cough my thoughts for feeling Notice how I focus like a camera Lens, I'll bend you back from the future like Time tracks, relax [?] [?] The minute's illusion and it's in my for my résumé I capsize, so while the crowd is dead of violence Bet all them listening to what I bring, no bullshitting My album's deafening. When I'm spitting, niggas be slipping [Verse 6: Lord Digga] Pussy rappers I'm tossing. Fuck who's the boss, and Give me Six Mill and I'll fuck up Steve Austin Texas, the death kid. Yes, I'm doing the next shit I'm harder than some dicks when they're fully erected The proper grammar? I don't choose to speak. I'll write Rhymes with the pen and stomp fags with my feet I never claimed to be the rough man, tough man No Thanksgiving rhymes, but, yo, you'll get the stuffing Of my shit in your face, so don't base I'll sting eyes like mace, heavy is my weight So don't half-step or your ass will get left behind Styles are over your head, plus they're hard to find So break out your crew, thunder mounts. I had The power in my raps long before snaps Crackle, pop. Where's the litterbox? No time to wipe my ass after shit gets dropped No technicalies, just fatalies when I rhyme. I toss Rappers like Thor, but it ain't fucking Hammer Time Flow Are Evil Part 2—catch the sequel Ripley heard my shit and said, "Unbelievable" And I'm out