LRCypher3.0 (feat. Brae Leni, DQ Emcee, Comosasaki & Big 3)

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Cadeem

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As I battle reality; I'm Thirty and outside
Man if I battle reality, I'm thirty-ing outside
Back out of nowhere like rain in the sky
Supply and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that doubted
Microaggression; that cheap talking is tough, stop hating, this beat knocking enough
Homeboy, I be the one to slide in smoother than Wayne Gretzky, you can't catch
Your brain ain't your main flex, G Regardless I been fire
My Lyrics are loud neighbors; It's hard to forget when you live by them
Got my Fathers physique my Grandmothers eyes
Mother Heart, Granddaddy's wit so I gave they glory God
I often look at world in zoom out
And on that note, I tune out can't let it bloom doubt
I'm mindfully mastering stillness you'll have to just feel this
Passion fulfillment not to mention that my Rapping will seal this
The lyrical sniper, whoever catching this slug brainless
Poetic imagery; Lyricism's the love language
I just can't live without it; I'm way too clever
When you improve, they just hate you better
Turn the devil into A dead beat dad cause we all know he gave us Hell 
It's just apparent I'll just raise it better
Don't step any farther, you think it's the same
With that history of big capping you won't last a blink this game
Cant tell A lie, I know you listening "like
Say what fam, I ain't A fan but from what all he linking, Aye, bruh ham
What happens next? Nobody knows
Till next time "Let There Be Sound" Speaking of, Audios

I be moving smooth like a Beamer, no salt in this tequila
You can take a shot Or just follow the leader
Simon says go Mother may I flow
I may high 5 in this sombrero Living large I'm A Big Mac
Double my cheese I want big racks I am the king
This is big facts You are my son Call me step dad
Maya say brae , keep rising
And Clipse say brae , keep grinding Ooh
They let a soul singing nigga on the cypher
Just to show you niggas I am more than a writer
Winner winner winner I'm the goat let it sink
From Tupacs to the tigers, all eyes on me Uh
Stone cold legend But they sleep on me
Everybody know my ceiling Is the galaxy
Triple all my H's; Happy Healthy Heed
I got soul Uncle Sam Cooke instilled in me
Rick James to the Cypher Super freak
Rick James to the Cypher Super freak

Been A minute since I entered a ruthless mode
Truth be told, I got content, driving on cruise control
I'm back on road, round-about tryna loop the holes
My intent is to see through your tints, with bullet holes
We sending shots over here; how your handle your liquor
Drunken Fist when I punching shit'll tear through your liver
Hand to hand with these days, you get the description
This how you hand out bars without the prescription
Get you annex with the Xannex, pressing your fate
They sleeping on me, I'll be present at the wake
My presence is A gift, I make it felt with some grace
I box niggas in with rap, that's God's gift to the race
You conditioned to race, knock you off your feet and lift your soul
Niggas out of pocket but it's cool we stay pickin' those
Check the throne, I clear the air when my breath deep
Take the elephant out the room; you niggas gon' address me
Handcuff her feet, read the room and make the text larger
No Ls in my death note between the lines is Braille Mantras
Even the blind can see my pen seals and Chinks Armor
The pen is mightier than the sword, I'm Stephen King Author
Ha! That's grave digger rapping
They threw dirt on my name, so I grew flowers for their casket.
All that drive; I hope you don't blow A gasket
Niggas wanna box with God until their prayers getting answered... Emcee"

I spit venomous, flip 'em Like mad gymnasts
The lane that I claim is a shame but it's mad intricate
Hanging on the block with deranged killers with fangs
They'll bust your brains If you speaking ill on my name it's crazy
I'll do the work cause these niggas is lazy
Down to Die for my respect, So f*ck that set that you claiming
You!! dumber and dumber I'll have you done by the summer
I'll hit your girl with the lumber then pull away in a hummer
These niggas waited to get the ball then they fumbled ugh
I triple doubled the money my days was dark now they sunny
I want whatever is for me now y'all in trouble ugh
This life A marathon I'm doing damage I carry the rock and the baton
I'k just a Christian at lubys In Christian Luis Butons
You niggas owe me one Obei one pulled a gun on a nigga
I ball so hard Put Lebron on a nigga
UPS Como; when they call I deliver
Got the soul of lion more strength six niggas nigga
My flow articulate your shit like stick figures nigga
I'm in the lab working on moves to leave you dis figured
I switch triggers To get bigger I'm this nigga
You bitch niggas You ditch diggers My wrist litter
Don't diss Niggas to get where I can fit nigga
Was plotting on your Demise and this is it nigga
A misconception It's all about your perception
They screaming me too when you black and play for Texans
But if you white and wear a tie they running a misdirection
They like yeah I know you messed up Just promise you Learn your lesson

It's Big Three Nigga... yeah

The moment I wake up, I gotta get high
Loaded than A Motherfucker, you can see it in my eyes
Nigga, big bird and this fly
Big 3 all about his business like A suit and tie
Every day I wake up and get my cake up
They told me leave the streets, but the streets really made us
All about my cookies, Bitch I'm famous like Amos
To any nigga hating, you can stick this up your Anus
They laugh at my cause I'm different ain't that A shame
Boy I laugh at they ass cause they all the same
Big 3, bitch! What you ain't heard
I can get A nigga whacked for free and that's my word
Weed funky: rolled, blunt like the size of A turd
Polo all on my body, with the hat like A nerd
Blunt hanging off my lips, that's the way that I move
Name one big dude this MFing smooth
It's A Little Rocky, but I'm rocking, move ya ass if yeen shopping
Turned up my swag now I got the ho's watching
Body rocking, head knocking got the ho's jocking
All this red A nigga got on, you'd thought I was from Compton, nigga

Yeeeeeeeaaaah it's Big Three, Nigga!

Hold up wait A minute
Your Cypher ain't bout shit; Ain't no Cadeem verse in it!
Cause y'all that Cadeem verse END IT

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