The Cypher (feat. Asani, Quis Chauncey, Godinho, T Clipse & Arkh Zeus)
Zen Studios
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Making mountains outta molehills Got my niggas killed So I pick my battles closely Know that shit get real All y'all internet talking for niggas more than bitches None of my business I'm with my brothers plotting on riches I'm in the Guinness for time spent fucking ya hoe It's just for show Wouldn't touch that bitch with my pinky toe Don't keep a pole but I make a call and they gon appear I'm like Houdini ain't no lock or box could keep me here I love my fears Cuz they keep me safe My own belvedere I'm velveteen I escaped the place Where they made me bleed Funny tho Ain't tell a joke And hear some niggas laughing So it's action or it's comedy Can't draw the line Just living life I hit the Z on G it's dinnertime Gon break the bank when niggas see billy the kid arrived Ain't hit my stride but my rhymes will glide just like silver surfer The world's been turbulent Melt my eyes and I can't see the torture This gon hit realer than real I ain't got no feelings to feel They ain't rock with QC I ain't have a bill to my build Ain't these so called rappers spitting cap for a deal They Shady through they socials I cannot relate niggas weird It ain't real when they spill, they don't spit the truth, lie in pursuit Don't cry real niggas don't shine we the few I love my zen promise f*ck it might die for the crew I just wanna see them limelight bright we the few Nothin new in the zen Just hits stepping on niggas like fitted's and timbs We representing winning Had to take these losses to be bosses and shit That's word to Clipse we had to get it and dip I don't do drama don't get dizzy tryna spin you a Bin Cause I kick garbage to the can These Niggas rappin in tins You not as active as this You ain't tapped with the zen Young sinners winning with friends Yeaaa we did it again Buffalo Bill put the lotion in the basket Smoke so much gas I think that Imma blow a gasket Blade to your skin I think I'll put you in a casket Never let them see your pain you gotta always mask it Drop a chainsaw down a staircase and feel the pain Laugh into the void I'll maybe come up with a different name Call myself the king but what's the difference to like any slave Switch the shackles switch the crown and start to look one in the same Fake titles fake personas I can see right through the lies Always wear a costume like it's Halloween night Plastic cask around your face I think I'll tear off your disguise Take you out the cave and you'll be blinded by the light but The sun can be so harmful think that I can feel the brimstone Maybe I'm in Hell on earth it's time for me to go atone Confess to all my sins and maybe then I'll find some peace alone But I would rather hold it in I'll be just fine all on my own I lost a couple battles but I never waved the white flag I might buy a beat then sell a feature that's a light bag Scenic but I'll blow up like a Creeper cause I'm like that Cruisin' in the left lane I know I'm on the right track Stay away from the real haters and fake lovers Fake flowers come with a catch better take cover Pain-smothered niggas getting higher than a blade runner Who fuckin with me go figure like the eighth number From the Bay State watch 'em burn at the stake Yeah the Zen boys eatin' boutta murder the plate And I been keeping my balance like I'm learning to skate Keep a lookout take a turn for the jakes Passing GO to the bank Wake up, pray, make some tea then I'm to it I coulda been up off a play but I blew it I told my mom I dropped outta D1 for music So I'm putting all my life into this shit until I lose it, Clipse Look at what I founded My sight could never be doubted Despite whoever the crowd is My might's respected in power Get to spellin' that acronym F*ck with Zen, we're some gladiators Ready for war, got the body bags and them caskets waiting Raw backwards on the track If I'm on wax, I'm not gon' lack Roger that, no Wayne F*ck out my lane, bitch you ain't tryna crash We ain't after fame, you have to pay us in a lot of cash Or we're leavin' stains across your pavement while we spark the gas Call it a mazel tov Bars hit your head like tomahawks Drop when you're dead, ah haha Got you a bed, bah ah ah Them sheeple losin' sleep and countin' all their losses And they're countin' all our wins 'cause they're astounded by our boss shit And who could blame 'em? The way we're movin' is flawless Bitch, I'm the greatest My gang is too and that's obvious Even the novices are following and copyin' Well, jot this shit down in the next testament We got godly zen
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Written by: Marquis Smith, Ricardo Germain, Samuel Godinho, T Jones, Ty Summers
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