Cypha Session (Underground Airplay Vol. 5: Reborn) [AKA Lyricist Lounge Freestyle]

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Echō Unltd. ft. Chubb Rock, Phantasm, U.G., and Ran Reed - "Cypha Session (Underground Airplay Vol. 5: Reborn) [AKA Lyricist Lounge Freestyle]" [Emcee(s): Chubb Rock, Phantasm, U.G., and Ran Reed] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Sample (Interpolation of Bass): The Mysterious Flying Orchestra - "Shadows" (0:00)] [Verse 1: Chubb Rock] From The darkest region of the heart called Bush. Whether Your lungs get hung and your heart get took, my travels What extend from Nostrand or Rogers, whether Part 1 or 2 of the Crooklyn Dodgers. As a Young spark in Rock, Creek Park after dark, used to Rip emcees then disappear like a fart in The breeze (In the breeze), and the trees start to sneeze I pollenate like sex-starved bees do to leaves. Emcees From time, go mano a mano. My Entrance will be just like desperado. I Appear like Jesus Christ, shakes the night into A frenzy. Niggas remember me on the mic, dropping Syllables that's sometime tongue-tied to criminals and Delivering my insults deliberate by subliminals Provocative (Provocative), and the lyrics are sweet licorice Whether your wife is redneck or sure knows gibberish [Verse 2: Phantasm] Chubb set the Speed for me. I got no brakes just like a fix Watch The Federation get all up in your tricks—ha! I got these so-called players vexed 'cause bitches Wine and dine us, and I'm Crooklyn's finest (Finest) To pass time, I write rhymes and bag clever dimes Never mind the dumb sluts—they get one nut They wanna shake their butt and strut for what? Me, the Tall Man? I just lay up in the cut. Fuck illing Soon to be top billing, making a killing Not on Warner Brothers, but niggas is Cold Chillin' The rock on my son hand cost more than you mom's Two-grand wedding band, so tell me: who's the man? DiBiase With the Million Dollar tracks and raps. I give Back snap like mousetraps, so shut your yap. I stay Taking flicks with chicks while hip-hop ticks stay on my dick Don't want no retakes—only fuck when naked. Keep a Razor like Schick, spending G's on wears and kicks. Cella Dwellas, Ran Reed, and Chubb Rock, it's classic [Verse 3: U.G.] My esophagus spits preposterous raps, holds you captive Like hostages in hidden quarters in Iraq I sack tri sack like linebackers—watch my nine shatter Eating at the knees of police academies. Squeeze Triggers like Larry Davis, bionic flows like Lee Majors, hear gun clicks like [?] Ha! Get you open like heart surgery Or Trapper John, M.D. with medical tools "Baby, let's cruise" like D'Angelo. Strangle yo' Ass slow behind your wack rap show—ah! I smash tracks, wild like anthrax while Phan' and Chubbs and Ran crack skulls like Louievilles. My Uzi Spills and weighs a fucking ton like P.E Hit you, leave you crying, whining/Winan like BeBe & CeCe, nigga I blast too, chew crews like cashews, get Cash Rules while my jewels get sucked in steam pools "Fuck!" Yo, Ran, I got your back if niggas act up They get smacked up. Ayyo, Wiz, turn the track up [Verse 4: Ran Reed] Watch how The mic's about to bust. My man, you're smoking dust if you think You and your crew could get with us. I'll bring your ass To tears. Been doing this for years. Now I'm getting Love from true rap pioneers (Pioneers), ruining Careers. Like Dennis, I'm a Menace to the rap society 'Cause I bring variety, a threat to your Cassette, CD, and vinyl. Metaphors charge At your fucking brain like a rhino (Like a rhino). I'm known to crush Wack groups that rock over wack loops Attack wannabe troops and make 'em scream, "Oops" They're begging for my pardon, but my heart is hardened So I bury 'em. I'm from the garden (From the garden), representing Patterson, where niggas quick to scheme (Quick to scheme) from Alabama To T.C.P. and all in between (All in between) From now to forever, Ran Reed will be the shit (The shit), doing Damage with my clique—jealous niggas get the dick (Get the dick)