LuCypher

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Yo, I'm wild like the C-74 adolescents Acknowledge knowledge in a book, I'm adolescence White collar crimes, money from lawsuits Dressed like the mob, FILA Velour suits Real hustlers don't ridicule My niggas moving pounds, trying to get rid of Q's Movin' birds, nigga, ostrich size Haters in the way tryin' to ostracize Sideline niggas want to instigate 'TiI I leave a nigga face up against the gate, haha! These rappers is a nuisance You can get shot nine times and be the new Cents The aggressor, antagonist I'm like Floyd in the ring, you ain't tagging this I get hyped when I speak (Yeah!) I guess I'm hypothetically speaking [Verse 2: Ghettosocks] Beats bumpin' out the gate, move something out the way Bass kinda like Rampage lumping out your face I think it's 'bout time I got something out the fame While you krump on the dance floor, I'm humpin' on your dame (Uh) Kids are all that, yeah, I'm fronting on your claim Got a crew of Oompa Loompas, Munchkins in the game Came in the door, said it before You want the dope, bro? I got it pumping in my veins Not heroin, what kind of 'cess is you on? I take a mic and stir-fry it like it's Szechuan Steppin, huh? Want to try and test us? Nah All the fly French chicks said we excellent And when we steppin' on stage then the best is on Pests be gone, we serve 'em like a restaurant Ain't you tired of these chumps in your echelon? Well, Ghettosocks Autobot is the fresh you want, what [Verse 3: Sars Kuma] The king lurk, watch how my crown shines I don't give a fuck if the show's yours, the crowd's mine I'm so high I ain't ever get any down time I'm so fly, make the sky green and clouds cry What? I'm back on that raw shit Climb into your car and cut your face with a guitar pick Ghost Town Syndicate, All City arson Sars that little fuck is spraying mace in your apartment I am the dirty kid, you never want to play with me My French goons fuck you up, sound like c'est la vie And I ain't even gotta spray my heat I just point you out and twenty five rap kids invade your street Money talks and you can't with your jaw broke Y'all never should have went against it when the Gods spoke You had to go and get involved though I got two eight shot revolvers and now you all know [Verse 4: Kid Fade] Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah I'm artistic but my heart's twisted The dark mystic making rappin' look good like I was narcissistic Partisan though my words will harvest carnage Hungry, eating rappers alive, now that's a starving artist Punished for this humming, songs done get me mad respect Decompose my flows through this foundation like an architect Harsh effect like a spark attack that starts to wreck A chance of ever winning in this game so on your mark get set Go, set it off like attack without warning With heat like this, man, I'm causin' a global warming Stormin' on tracks performing in the cut like a gourmet The way I sew it up, think I throw it up to keep you out of torment Check the beat like a doorman, I stay explorin' New ways to ride the rhythm and to hit the tracks soarin' Clash with the beat like I'm already too far from boring I can murk you after touring with no chance of your life restoring [Verse 5: Sean Strange] Yeah, Sean Michael, Nah Bro 'til I'm in the ground Fuck your record label, come to the building and kick it down (What?) I'm living foul, no cure for the pain You full of shit like a hoarder while I'm boarding a plane My name ring around the globe, homie, while you're at home lonely Don't try and get that free feature when you don't know me I put in work, you a dick rider fan Tagging me in your video, trying to get by with scram My brain gone on vacation and can never be found My doctor got me on a different kind of medicine now They won't invite me to the party, dog, I'm never allowed Fuck a white rapper, I should be a guest in the crowd How in the fuck you think you droppin' bars? You not that God, not I'll go knockin' Sean, top of the food chain, I rock it hard Like cocaine on the stovetop, I eat that You talk that blah, blah, blah, I don't believe that! [Verse 6: Swifty McVay] Gangsters rap seriously, the only nigga burying me Is the nigga I see, in the mirror I be Carryin' a piece, this lyrical venereal disease'll make 'em do aerials when I squeeze I'mma grab a gat and aim it at your back And have your bitch mimicking acrobats when I attack I'm never slackin', see murder's what I do when I'm not actin' And, oh yeah, I rap too and I'm evil Slugs enter your skin like tattoo needles I give you another hole to breathe through I pack a piranha bite, I'm strapped with dynamite I rap like I'm having open mic in an alley You write with cloud nine and candlelight and your bad beat Come and look at paths, I'm on plants and bubble baths Lookin' far from manly, I jot on sandpaper Guzzlin' gasoline with a bloody pen in handy