SoundCloud Cypher

By InteNsify

Released on September 10, 2020

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[Part I]


[Intro]

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[Verse 1: ZEDSU]

Yo' bitch ain't shit, I bet that I could find her at Petco

I got arms on me, I hit you with shot, gon' leave you at endzone (Ooh)

I'm havin' fun with her, niggas is bout to go dumb (Yeah)

I'm 'bout to go hooligan, I'm 'bout to go up again (MATHIAS)

Your bitch, oh she like a G-SHOCK, your bitch oh-so fake, Ikea

I have two bitches like here, my [?] so hot, you fría

Woah, what, woah, huh, cocaine all in her nose, uh

Propane all on my flow, uh, bitches is breakin' the code, uh

Damn, yeah, I got a sound that nobody can copy, better go kill me 'cause you cannot rob me

I guess she wanna suck on me inside me, but I got a bitch and I need me a dimey

They just wanna go give me some gold, I can't fuck with people that sit on they own

Niggas' hands is dirty, they fuck with Coron', nah

No, I ain't sippin' on that lean, but I'm leanin' in my dreams

I got visions, and my powers go past all these pussies' dreams

I cum in his ass, I need to go and cop me a coupe

Ride through your town, slide through your hood, drivin' a bomb straight to your roof

Fuck!


[Interlude 1: Xanakin Skywok]

Ayy, what? Oh

MATHIAS

Oh, I'm supposed to rap right now, fuck it! Let's do it!

[Verse 2: Xanakin Skywok, Dkoolpharaoh]

This .30 make a nigga look bulimic

[?] 40 so much I got seasick

I-I-I swear he is a bitch-ass nigga, he ain't seen shit

And when I called his ma, she invited me for deep dish

All these bitches trying to flex their titties, but she got none

She really 'bout to cruise and I'm not talking Top Gun

I really got the tool, shoot your granny with my shotgun

If you really act a fool, I'ma show you that I'm not one, ooh (Wow!)

Grip on my dick, dirty bitch like this (Ah!)

Fight that pussy till the kitty looks lifeless (Ah!)

Baby don't come after me

If you really want beef, I'ma slide you like a Jeep (I will!)

Glizzy Gladiator, she gon' suck me up till I pee

Leave my nut in her teeth, you know what I mean, oh! (Uh, yeah)

What the fuck do y'all know about finessin'? (What?)

I just sold a fake mothership from DHgate (Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh)


[Part II]

[Verse 3: Dkoolpharaoh, Kiid Spyro]

I'm up with a strap and a vest (Yeah)

So if a foe wanna test me, I do which is best, uh! (Yeah, yeah)

If he wanna talk like he pressed (Yeah)

Then I give him two seconds, then I air out his chest (Yeah, yeah)

We blessed him by how he's fly today

If he claim that he rock, he gets sailed away

Watch us port to his nest and take what he lay

Then it's on to the next for who ever thinks they safe

So don't think that you're safe if I'm in your zone (What else?)

We got scopes in the hill that can clean your dome (What else?)

When we clip load that TEC, he get stretched by chrome (What else?)

It's not a glimpse, it's a scrape when we in his zone (Ayy, ayy)

He get sent to the realm like a different home

Why he twitch on the floor? He's still spittin' foam

He get dragged to a tomb and then we send him home (MATHIAS)

Then we piss on his grave and say "Welcome home" (Ayy, ayy)

He know I be hot with the triggers (Brrow!)

We recycle his block for the thrillers (Haha!)

See this choppa kick back like a hiccup (Brrt!)

If we don't get what we a want, for the lick up (Mhm!)

We do this for money, so stick ups (Huh?)

We blessing your block like some bishops (Uh huh)

Or we snatchin' your money, so tip us (Uh huh)

So if you don't want the smoke, just shut up (Uh huh)

Or we slide on your block with an Auto Glock (Auto Glock)

When we clip down a square, he get 'lined with chalk (-Lined with chalk)

We do not miss the shot foe we hot your spot (Yeah, yeah)

If you got the juice, then we drench your spot (Yeah, yeah)


[Verse 4: Kiid Spyro]

Yeah, l-let that nigga try me, let him run up on me (Ooh, run up on me, yeah)

Bitch, I got like seven, he got bands all on me (Bands all on me)

Nigga wanna best me, best me in my army (Bitch, MATHIAS)

Tell that nigga test me, he gon' meet this .40 (Bitch!)

I'm gon' fuck his bitch, I'm gonna take his shorty ([?], take his shorty)

I ain't pullin' up if there gon' be no party (Yeah, party, party)

Cops come talk to me, I don't know no story (I don't know)

Cops come talk to you, you gon' tell the story (Yeah)

Two time, too bad that nigga wanna flex like me like, damn

I bet that nigga be talking, he sound like a mo'fuckin' bitch when I walk past his shit

Money and diamonds and fame, give a fuck 'bout a bitch if it ain't gon' be runnin' my name (Bitch, my name)

I got a Glock by my hip and I [?] it from [?] spray then you know we gon' bang (Yeah, yeah)

If you know we gon' bang, we gon' take you out, bullets gon' slump, leave you in the couch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Niggas talk shit, like to run their mouth, so we diggin' 'em up, put 'em in the ground ([?])

Nobody look and nobody found, we hidin' these prints, I ain't going down (Bitch!)

Choppa on me leave a fuck nigga dead, so are we gonna do it now? (Yeah, oh shit!)


[Part III]


[Interlude 2: Champ T]

MATHIAS

Yeah, I'ma run it up

Yeah, uh, mama taught me how to run it up

Yeah, yeah, yeah


[Verse 5: Champ T]

Mama taught me how to run it up (Yeah!)

And she told me never leave without it in the trunk (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew!)

I be real, homie, keep it a buck

I heard your newest shit and it fuckin' sucked, I eat that for lunch; cooked chicken

Mo-Money, bad women with me, call that good pickins'

So deep, I'm fuckin' swimmin' (Whew)

On me, 'bout half a million

Yeah, yeah, I just talk my shit, I ain't writing, fuck a pen

Thi-This right here is called The V.I.P., you cannot fuckin' come in

Wanna tie me down, I cannot commit

Sorry, baby, I'm a dog, I'm a mo'fuckin' Pit, yeah

I'm a pit when I walk in dripped (Dripped)

I-In the pit ain't no walkin', flip they shit

When my set hit, it look like Coachella-ella ('Ella)

Whole setlist got no skips, I'm tryna tell her

With a les' bitch and I ain't on fuckin' Ellen

Yeah


[Interlude 3: Champ T]

Hahaha... maybe one day though

Yeah, oh yeah, yeah!


[Verse 6: KIL]

He thought I sold him a perc', but my Tylenol bottle be winning a trophy for acting ([?])

Bitch, you be takin' a Xanax to blacking out; waking up yackin'; you don't know what happen (Oh yeah)

She go up and down like she writing in Japanese

All in the walls like a nail in the tapestry

Hand in her pants, then orgasm happy, and she comin' fast like them Amazon packages

Walk in the bitch, fucking up your establishment

Your ho' in rotation, like claiming the baggages

Gimme some top in pajamas, I'm nappin' in

And when I eat pussy, I'm tuckin' a napkin in

She take a knee like she idolize Kaepernick

We on the hunt like we tracking or scavenging

I'm in the cut like we rippin' up bandages

Rip off her top; I don't care if it's scandalous

Ooh


[Verse 7: Samad Savage]

Hey, we all got the drip, but you're more like Dasani, huh

We be in the building; the closest you get is the lobby, huh (Skoodwidit!)

Get to the top neatly, but I still like it real sloppy (Ishkood!)

Trust I never fall, but I'm ready to go catch a body (Yee)

Listen, I'm ahead of my time; I see life through a veteran's eyes

You never heard a nigga better than I

You never find anybody who competitive; my celibate mind

Bobody can ever fuck with

Feeling feces, I be on my dumb shit

Read you cappin', you be on your Trump shit?

You don't really want this? I ain't gotta stunt quick

And I really mean this, can I get a beat switch?


[Part IV]


[Verse 8: Samad Savage]

Up like I'm nocturnal (MATHIAS)

Get around, like circles

Nigga, you slumped for the green like turtles

You get jumped like hurdles

I was just chilling in the pad, listening to Fab'

You was breaking rap like a nigga tryna pull his cast

I was breaking bad, cooking meth, it's how I get a bag

I ain't talking trash, you can bet it was gonna be glad

You was gettin' mad like my name without the S-A, uh

They don't want me here like my ese's (Ayy!)

Put 'em to the test, no essays (Ayy!)

Water damage, I'ma let the TEC spray (Yeah, huh)

Ha! Rolling; J.K. (Hogwarts!)

Sweet but I'm nutty, I need a payday, uh (Mmm)

She lettin' a bro smash, no Melee (Mmm!)

Got these niggas panickin' after April, that's mayday! (Ah! MATHIAS)


[Verse 9: Ethan Ross]

First, wanna say I suck

It's a knife cut through his right lung, and buried without his eyes shut

Fuck this, you could even ask my teachers, I was never one to write much

Off-top, I could fuck a life up

I might just aim at the industry, I take 'em all out

Saw me as a pussy, now their eyes gettin' clawed out

Motherfucker thought he was big, so I make him fall down

I know I'm sick as a bitch, but I'm never caught out; everybody gettin' called out

I used to play to a small crowd, now it's a large one, wonder what can stop me? Bitch, that's a hard one

What? He talkin' shit? How much he make? That's what I thought

I got a girl, she nasty as fuck, she don't want dick if it's not Ethan Ross

Lately, I been wantin' to blow somebody brains out

Ironically, your bitch wanna blow me, give me brain now

You just talk about the life and I'm livin' it, shortly really got the wet, I'ma dip in it

I can get double digits doin' triplets, rappers fake crippin', they blue it, I cripple 'em

Blow on my dick, yellow bitch, I be steamin', it's hot, everything I do the cream of the crop

Yo' girl havin' a dream of my cock, foot on the pavement, I heat up the block

You is a pussy, get beat up a lot, catch you a little two-piece and I knock

-You right out your Adidas and socks, strippin' your wrist, I'm in need of a watch

Punchin' these holes in the wall, tell my boss that I'm tired of punchin' the clock

Run me a hundred grand, do you keep it a hundred or not?

I'm not a player, she think I be fuckin' a lot, so I guess I be fuckin' a lot

Everybody told me that my tone ain't so approachable, so I don't give a fuck if it's not

Bitch


[Interlude 4: miind]

Um, yeah, huh, whore, ayy

Yeah, huh, what? Heh, um

[Verse 10: miind & Kazuo]

Okay, off-top and off-topic, I'm agitated

Had more lines as an infant than cracked out babies

I be hungry, fuck with me, feed my cravings

And don't give spoon-fulls, I'm a grown-ass baby

Looking upon my feed, you think you're fuckin' with me?

Your balls out the park to try me, so you not, in my league

I rape these beats, the cash flow with longer receipts

Till I deplete, it's triple four, the fuck you mean?

I got a lot up my sleeve, like a magician

Running up fast like a car with the speed, I got the Pistons

Squidward how she blow on my reed, told her to kiss it

Then I told that bitch to get up and leave, the head was iffy

And, bitch, I'm colder with the pen than my neck on a fucking freezer, though

I might got more fans than you got in your own city, hoe

Fishy-ass niggas be really lookin' like nematodes

She be loving honey nut, spoon the dick, like some cheerios

Balling like no assist, bitch, cut you, scythe or the 'ssist shit

Sophisticated the fittest bars, like where the drinks hit

Fuck corona, I been sick, looking at my logistics

Talk shit, and I'm at your door like Jehovah's Witness

You snake-ass niggas be hissing, be slithering

Don't make me cut out your tongue so you won't be saying that slick shit

I'm the type of nigga to dick ya sis, and never finish

'Cause the pussy be smelling like cigarettes and a fish stick

Niggas talk about money, other niggas have, they ain't earned

I got pigeons doing gymnastics, really flipping the bird

It's the words that I fly, as a whirly twirl like I'm up

So the early bird gets the worm, um

Higher in places and high in the mind so I'm up now

You ain't on no come up you just down from the up crowd

Plankton; I'm dropping for fun, I blow the whole town

Leave you injured, alright, you get popped, now your soul down

(Two, three, yeah) (MATHIAS)


[Verse 11: Kazuo]

Tell the media that I am rap music

Every GTA copy owned by every mass shooter (Woo!)

The bullets that penetrated every middle-class student

Who don't look at half future, to get treated as human

And it's for the inner cities, they below the rat sewers

Let the police handle them, especially the black hoolans

I be smack, movin' pack, [?], can't handle it

Should've been born affluent

I bleed red like the bricks of the projects

Seen death, I'm relivin' it constant

Preach less, where we're living is godless

A street pest but [?] is a prophet

本日何の冒険起こるね

論外のこと全ても反応ねえ

Old friend shot and robbed at the 公園

白ハト飛んでハートを取をって? (Woah, woah, woah, yeah)

See, the game is oversaturated

Institution fucked us over, got to rap to make it

No-no-no-no-not much changin' since emancipation

Niggas thinkin' I ain't real 'cause I ain't kinda made it

でも逆に, these bogus rappers bunch of hopeless bastards

End up owned by masters and don't own their masters

I don't know what's sadder, that shit don't empower

Social [?] scattered just to go so backwards

それダメダメですよ, yeah

泣け泣け絶望, [?]

火曜から月曜, yeah (Yeah)

命を消すよ, yeah! (Bleugh)

君のかののマンコに入れで

ちんこでかくてたくさん血出た

人生も意味ない手首切れば

貴様今からマジ死ねば? (Woah, uh-oh!)

君は誰?(Who are you?)

[?]の意味分かんね

喋り[?]

喋り[?]

Yeah

The type to tell a bitch 'fore she kill herself, "God damn, at least let me fuck first" (Please?)

Huh

I say I'm not like these other guys, in reality, I am much worse