Cypha2
(专辑: Cesphiles, Vol. 1 Codename:irongiant - 2008)
[Ubiquitous:] The
Chainsaw massacre-er Cause of the
massive murder Jaws flapping and cursing I'll laugh to the
curtain call I
make 'em cheer n' throw up their hands Why you binging on hate and fear And infringing upon what I'm making here? I'll make it clear I
ain't prepared to put up with your shit Steer clear I'll spank your rear like your parents shoulda did Staring at me like you couldn't lift If you kept your mouth shut You'd be like down-up Almost down again 'fore the
round's up I
don't know how the
fuck you found us So feast your eye on Seeing me is like peeping Zion Delete your icon I'll be the
beast that eats the
python Boa constricts these While you stand in the
corner like: "Damn, nobody picked me" A
whore is just a
slutty prick-tease The
whole of ya fist hurts Like 'What's love? '
with Lawrence Fishburne The
difference is While Clinton gets to pork his intern You're forced to insure To get a
cure for that scorching dick burn I
killa bitch Spill a
clip But I
warn a
chick first On some gorrila shit Drill her with a
few rounds Dump her, then fill a
ditch I'm I'll as it gets Sick with the
flick of his fingertips I
string up 'em from behind with my monofilament weapon Dilligent with the
skill that I
spit Ay, yo I'm I'll like a
drillbit in the
mouth of a
demented dentist Bitch Because I
know it's making sense When I
could rip my pen against My ettiquette is always nicer Watching just be shredding and beheading them [Shadow:] I'm here to make the
cypher complete Kind of crazy, like I'm siphoning gas If I'm wack, Bernie Mac is as white as the
Scream mask My deams cast passed With sega ever envision My advanced check whould look like private college tuition Pack the
knowledge and rip it like a
fat chick in small jeans Inspired back when the
Wu told me how do define C.R.E.A.M I'm schizophrenic and you're scared of us I've never been to the
matrix I
just sold a
couple pills to Morpheus What you hearing now is incredible But it seems to get a
deal Your rhyme style gotta be metrosexual I
write songs like I'm clerical plus I'm parallel with a
bunch of blades that'll sever you And we can show you how the
best do But you can lose your lungs and tonsils if you try to smoke with Ces Cru I
understand when I
rhyme you find it hard to compete But imma burn until fire is obsolete Rappers will say their busting But Shadow'll say their slipping On every track Sounding much gayer than Stewie Griffin All your girls got their eyes on me 'Cause I'm a
hot MC And plus I'm cut like a
[?] [Shady Pacino:] Too many niggas thinking they got the
game sold And I'm way too old Forget about it, peep my credentials: I'm way too cold The
illest lyricist to ever spit with significance No gimmicks, I
go back to words I
started my sentence with Don't get it twisted though I
nips in the
bud everybody From local dealers to an upcoming thug 'Cause after me, Shadow and Ubi spit dawg We got this shit locked They ripped shop And I'm putting fear in niggas like Rick Ta People think that I'm beside myself But wasn't nobody in my corner when I
cried for help So please let me quote a
bit I
know I'm the
shit And you would never find another nigga doper than this You immediately at ease And try to understand it You couldn't hit a
pitch I
spit if it was underhanded In a
softball game I'm off of the
chain I
don't listen to you niggas 'cause your talk's all lame Drawn to mics like a
moth to a
fame All my radio-season vets so I
don't need your salt in my game I'm elaborate Why y'all niggas stuck on some faggot shit And couldn't see me if you had a
dream and imagined it You're searching for lyrics I'm packing cigars Give a
total eclipse of the
heart like Pat Benatar Ya Bitch [Godemis:] J. Dean What kind of genius are you? Who the
fuck are we? The
difference between a
PS3 and Atari This is not the
acceptance speech and I'm not lying I'll commit to suicide and be certain to die trying I'm the
bomb like What the
fuck would you do for a
Klondike? Make you disappear like a
virgin on Prom night Shine bright Sure as Godi's a
liar, I'm not the
dopest Couldn't afford a
half a
pound So I
previously stacked roaches My grandfather's criminal record is 50 years old Inherited freezers for bodies and keeping beers cold Can't reach the
machete I'm stabbing you with these shears bro Wanna be the
next sacrifice for Jason? Well here goes This is not the
beginning or end plus Sworn to manufacture verses 'til all of my pens bust Traced the
man who cast the
curse on his closest of friends but Knowing there can only be one, whoever don't win sucks