[Intro: G. Yee]

What?

Y'all thought I was joking?

I'm throwing hunnies in here like I'm Matt Chure

G. Yee!

Scytha Gang!

We back at it again!

Let's get it!

Cypher Warm Up:

[Verse 1: G. Yee]

Been a minute since 2013, wow

"Next Gen Bars", everybody heard Yee now

Leavin' y'all with black eyes, bloody shirts, teeth out

Shofu set it up, now this brother gon' beatdown

My squad had y'all doing backflips, fact is

People put that Cypher in the past tense, mad since

You weren't on the first one shoulda practiced, wack kid

Now I'm doing warmups for the second one

I'm doing this for Matt, trick

The Punchline King is the Punchline God now

Cold flow frostin' a Ralts needs a Rawst, wow

Dubs on my mind boy, I'm winning like a Noctowl

P-Stops spinnin' watch a real trainer ball out

Still chokin' on the smoke from that Entei head bash

All'a y'all are floppin' like a Remoraid deathmatch

Way ahead the game, leakin' Gen 8 web scans

And every line is rare, like a 10k Egg hatch

Reppin' Valor when I spit this power on an Instrumental

Your girl get D from me because your Nature effin' Gentle

She told you she was Mystic but went Popplio instead so

She ain't Blue Sea Lion shakin' on me like a red nose

Y'all ain't as hard as us

Your team wears Cardigans

We on the charter bus

Y'all on them Charjabugs

We eatin'

You hatin'

Just give us them plates and

These gods all look different, just call us boys Arceus

[Verse 2: shofu]

Boy I'm gone off my energy

Your whole squad is outta wack

You ain't got no synergy

Mention me, you see my pockets fatter than a Blissey be

Give you boys the deuce then I'm headed off to victory

My squad had y'all doing backflips, madness

Crazy on the beat, boy I go batshit, catnip

Persian pussy me on like a magnet, that's it

Haters never feel me like Maractus, I'm leavin y'all in caskets

Ugh!

Bitch I'm in the cut like Phantump

The way I'm known to Fire, best approach me with your hands up

Now all I do is win like I'm Professor Oak's grandson

The Cypher finna hit you like the jaws of a Tyrantrum

You 'bout to throw a tantrum when it never come out, Weather a Drought

Flow as hot as AZ when the weapons come out, Pressure amount

Shofu busting out the strength'll put you in a wheelchair

You softer than a Stuffel and I'm hitting like a Bewear

I'm prepared, take me away watch how I regroup

You think this shit is over 'till I hit you with a Z-Move

Boy you don't get no redo's, this is just a prelude

You comin' with a school but to me you just some seafood

You asking for the Cypher, you ain't ready for it

You gon' need some towels and a bib that's another story

Thanks to all the fans for showing love and being so supportive

I'ma give you what you want, come mid-September you gon' hear us roaring