[Part 1: Daydreams]

[Intro 1]

NT, you killed this shit

[Verse 1: Liam Driver]

Vibin', I'm ridin' the beat (I'm ridin' the beat, yeah)

My verse go so hard, they put it on repeat (They put it on repeat)

They think I'm part of the elite (Ooh)

Put you to shame, you might want to delete (Ooh, ooh!)

Writin' so good, think I cheat (Think that I'm cheatin')

Ain't no deceit, keep it discrete, yeah

Point to where you will be seated

Think you depleted, must be defeated, ayy

I don't care how you fare, don't compare, hit a snare

In the air, take the stairs, think I am your nightmare

Wake up in your nightwear, see me there, gasp for air

Anywhere, everywhere, billionaire, got a spare (*gasp*)

Hit 'em with the venom, let 'em move, and then I end 'em (I'ma end 'em)

Turnin' blue, like you denim, I don't think you met him (I don't think so)

(Hey, you can call me Launch) Now that you've been let in (Yeah)

Just sit back, relax, and listen to the bars that I've been spittin' (Ayy!)

[Verse 2: Solomon Rennie]

Big Cook, Little Cook, conjure up flames

6'3", I'm a giant with no chains (Yeah)

Watch how effortless I make it all seem

Kids presenter, bro, they call you Daddy Keem

Flowin' like the water, you silly man, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Heard that rhyme, man, you really, man? Uh (Yeah, yeah)

Random generate, bro, you gotta elevate

Your flow ain't water, dude, it's really not to celebrate (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Basement to the ground man, 50p to pound man (Uh, yeah)

J. Cole to JID in terms of skill on Down Bad (Uh, yeah)

Waste of a capital, you ain't a proper noun man

Spell check your name, dude, where is your renown, man?

Uh! Shoutout Marco

They love Polo boy (Polo boy)

But your fans

Really won't get employed, uh (Get employed!)

Bruh, is that your shirt?

I really hope that's soy, uh (Soy, soy!)

You really worried

'Bout the wrong Polo, boy! (Yeah, boy, uh!)

Uh, yeah!

[Part 2: I DON'T CARE!]

[Intro 2: Truse & Quadeca]

Apathy

There's no reason to be mad at me

That's just how it has to be

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

NT!

[Verse 3: Truse]

I'm at the top and they hate that I'm there

I hate my ignorance, yeah, it's not fair

I swear that I don’t care

Just stop, don't sit and stare (Okay)

Get up out of your chair (Ooh!)

Louis V, that's what I wear (Yeah!)

Just kiddin', I'm broke, bro (Brrr!)

Fuck this flow

Squadeca Cypher, yeah, here I am (Uh)

I have one song, but I'm still the man (Yeah)

From me to you, I got a better plan (Ooh!)

Tour of the States to please your stans (Okay)

"Hold up, I'm beamin'"? Never again (Ooh)

I hate that song, I'm sorry, Ben (Yeah)

Let us just ignore what I just said

My verse is done, but this is not the end, yeah

[Verse 4: nishith]

I kill these beats, you could call me a ghost writer

Not one to seek, simply turn you to ghost hider

Ventin' out on a fuckin' track

I'ma have to take it back

I'm havin' daydreams

Of when people thought I was wack

I'm wonderful and y'all out of order

Y'all tryna steal my piece of the cake

Y'all been fallin' like Autumn

The leaves on the floor dried out, so we gotta rake

Quad is a G.O.A.T., he did that in one day

I'm really tryna get this high cut pay

Mosquitoes, we clear 'em with Raid

Blockin' your music like a barricade, uh

Like a barricade

Like a barricade, yeah

Goin' to Michaels with this flow

'Cause this shit is a mo'fuckin' craft

Y'all cheesy as fuck, like you were Kraft

Got the advantage, I ain't gotta graft

I'm your idol, I'm a beau

Song of the king, like I'm from Stockholm

Left on read, like Hot Cheetos

Did I mention that Quad is the G.O.A.T.?

Go-Got on top! (NT!)

Quad, when's F.M.T.Y. gonna drop?

Ignorant Quad cannot stop

Quadnos 'bout to end us all

This-This is not a goddamn meme

I think it is time to scream

Sike, I'm joking, don't end me

[Part 3: No Deal]

[Intro 3: CER10]

It's so sad

How many people sign with Satan in a losing battle

Just so that they can get temporary fame, or what it seems like on the outside

"No deal!", like-

[Verse 5: Shaun VI]

No deal, get the papers, I'm signing it with a pen

Rap makes me feel like I'm Heaven, I'm never gon' live again

I'm never gon' sell my soul to you, you're makin' my life a myth

I'ma pursue my dreams, I'm not readin' from your script

I don't even need your rules, I'ma split 'em into two

So much fire in the booth, I'm not givin' this to you, I'm so done with all you fools

You were never even cool, spittin' water like a pool, take your offer, what a fool

At the bottom, get a stool, you think everything is cool

We only live for a temporary time, fillin' my life with a lie

Thinkin' I'm sick when I really couldn't write, I think my life's on the line

Bein' genuine, legitimate and it didn't get me anywhere, so why would make a deal with you?

I'm feelin' crude and really rude from the offer you gave me, that's "No deal" to you

I'm speakin' from my heart, you speakin' from the charts

You only care about numbers, not anyone else, so why would I listen to you from the start?

Why would I listen to you from the start?

I need a light, my mind is dark, I hit my competition like a dart, uh

[Verse 6: CER10]

Ayo

Last month, the dollars I made was like cinco

This label called, said they'd put me in front of hundreds of people

But they only like the way I flaunt my ego, no quesillo

So I told 'em, "No deal", like that Quadeca single

In the face of adversity, my mama said to be bold

And I don't need demonic spirits to go and follow my dreams, so

I'm on, and yet to be sold, givin' my praise to Dios

I can go and take some unimposed shots, like a free throw

I'll give you some pointers, to your success, they're imperative

So you can leave your mark, not like how Facebook's chairman is

The drip they carryin' only sort of fits when they wearin' it

And I don't believe in their agency (Nope!)... American's

We always keep it a buck or a hundred so it make more sense

Call on the Spirit when you're in a pinch, medical forceps

We ain't mess with thirty-three, like laws of federal protests

CER10's and Shaun's part on the cypher's what you should go get!

[Verse 7: kenE]

Reverse climate change with this ice on my neck

Wearin' fake Nike, call that faking checks

Billboard 100 tells me I'm up next

Foot fetish on me, 'cause they jackin' my steps

Yeah, they jackin' my steps while I'm jackin' their ex

They trackin' my moves, I can't even take shits

Not a kid anymore, I'm still up to my tricks

Not a kid anymore, I'm still throwin' on fits

Not talkin' 'bout cryin', don't need to explain

I might make it drizzle, I can't make it rain

If the money ain't blue, then it's not leavin' stains

Call me the conductor, my boys just ran trains

I'm workin' my free throws, I'm workin' my aim

They keep fuckin' with me, but I won't name no names

They keep tryna play tag, but I ain't playin' games

She call me her papi, she missing champagne

[Chorus: Shaun VI & CER10, both]

(No—) No deal, no deal

Why can't I live my life how I feel? (—Deal)

(No—) No deal, no deal

I don't think that'll ever get out of this deal (—Deal)

(No—) No deal, no deal

(Deal!—) I don't ever want to live my life with a will

‘Cause if they take me down

I'll be sayin', "No deal", "No deal"

[Part 4: These Days]

[Verse 8: Jack Cone]

All of these rappers be drippin' in designer brands like Dior

While right now, I stay grinding lowkey behind my keyboard

I'm workin' out west with only the homies, it's Jack and the boys

While these rappers be overflowin' with racks in the Royce

Well, I'm tryna be able to afford a Royce, but I'm over 5'9"

So I stay with the stuff I can get for free, like peanuts at Five Guys

Okay, I drop, and drop, and drop, and drop, but I am still not famous

But I ain't stressin' 'cause I'ma keep workin’, soon, I ain't gon' be nameless no mo'

No one at school believe in me, but I know that don't matter

I knew when I started they wouldn't see me as a rapper

But I know that I'm good at what I do on the mic

If anybody want the smoke, I tell 'em, "Take a hike"

Quad do it four times, SQUAD, it is your time

Keep workin' on your craft even if it gets no likes

They say I look too slim but, bro, you be lookin' too shady

Cool, calm, collected, but on the mic, I get too crazy

[Verse 9: Oreox4]

These days, not really feelin' like I need breaks

Already got the support, don't need a knee brace

Megastars fallin' each day, guess they hit the breaks

And in the cycle, I wonder if we can e-scape

I'm the realest in the game, and I see fame

I gotta keep on grindin', buy myself an e-state

This market's super saturated, please give me space

Got the game on lock, don't bother with a keychain

Not gonna kick off my music career at thirty-five

Plenty of years to go, grow my brand if you give me time

Run up the table, 'cause everything been on my side

You know I'm destroying obstacles one at a time

Just checked your channel again and it's barely alive

I'm really hoping my YouTube channel amounts to money

You know I'll be up in four years time like a Quad song

Instead, it's Squadeca Cypher 2020

[Part 5: Hold Up]

[Intro 4]

NT!

[Verse 10: J. Embi]

So many fuckin' clowns, this a circus

Freak show, put 'em in a hearse with this verse, bitch

Class clown, Joker in some poker shit

I'm a fuckin' toker, but not Token with my coldest spit, I'm over this

Ha! Yeah, told 'em I got sanity

That's why I'm lettin' all this out before I get to plannin', see

I'm the man with the plan to be sellin' weed to my family

Family is my neighborhood, neighborhood spreads like cancer, G

If they ask, I give answers with Polaroids of their nan deceased

Anakin turned to Vader, then later turns panoramically

Paranoid paraplegics turn paranormal by hands of me

If the buyer's not satisfied, money back isn't guaranteed

Ha! But that's the fuckin' way it goes

Punch a fucker in the face, and hope the red will paint his nose

Make his fuckin' circus ass wish he was a just vacant soul

So I could get a patent for carnivals with some naked hoes

It ain't disclosed, write it on my pancreas

"J. Embi's insane and he is nothing but a crazy bitch!"

Hey, that's pretty harsh for some normal bitches to say to kid

Maybe that's why your god makes you fuckers turn-turn to atheists

Satan was created to make you stay in a place of bliss

So you don't get all crazy and think it's funny to make a sin

If you wanna burn, then I'd suggest that you should play The Sims

Make a Sim, take the oven, make it glitch

While you're fuckin' burning, you'll still never never spit as flames as this

Down some fuckin' Jameson, maybe then you can play this shit

And comprehend the level of heat that this fuckin' crazy kid spits!

(NT!) Bitch!

[Part 6: Invite]

[Intro 5]

NT!

[Verse 11: Quickjoshy]

Usually, I ain't like this, rewritin' all my lines, like I'm goin' through crisis

Upgraded and now I'm sounding quite crisp

Poppin' off and then I'm going ghost, like a white wisp

(That's a bruh moment, ayy, yeah!)

Take it from me, I'm spreadin' like a disease

I don't got no bitches, still got people to please

All these rappers easy, I could eat 'em for lunch

Just get my mic and then my bib, and then I'm ready to munch

They like to hear my sound and now, I'm rappin' a bunch

I've heard I'm doin' more damage, like I'm packin' a punch

They see me in their frame, but I got my own goals

Own haters, own trolls, own friends, own foes

They runnin' after me, I stay ahead with a stroll

Difference between us is that I got dough to roll

You are just out here with like zero control

Every flow nowadays been done before, so I'm thinkin' out the box or I'm out the door

Spit a hundred words and spit a couple more, competing with you is what I really came for

I'll drive you to your grave, like a fuckin' chauffeur

And then I flip the whole script, like I might blow her

Bitches don't say "No" to me, they tell me, "No, sir"

Even though I like 'em older fuckin' cougars, no fur

[Interlude 1: Jonathon]

Yeah

[Verse 12: Jonathon]

Think I can't go harder after Spider Jock?

I don't fall down, I rock hard, like Slipknot

Put that shit in neutral, 'cause I'm takin' shots

My bars more convoluted than the F.N.A.F. plot

Left at the door like that cloak

Bitches stoned, bank like all night

Make them happy, scream, "Oh bo"

Didn't even want it, yet, I still got the invite

Get a taste of the hand that I'll raise

Pull a Samuel L Jackson, freeze these fuckers in place

The way I lay the plays, I'll set this path ablaze

Like I'm the patron saint, and, yeah, we ain't done

So when you hear that choir addendum

You'll see me smash you, like a character from Fire Emblem

Y'all wack! I beat you while you still elevatin', you JAY-Z

Princesses be delicate, followin' other rappers like you mindless, call that shit Day-Z

Obsessed with 2D bitches like I'm Tokyo, I still get dough and blows, I guess I'm crazy

I own a plaque, a MAC, Tarmac, a track, and like Three Houses, yeah, I'm rockin' a Mercedes

On this cypher, yeah, I'm feelin' it, one for the stash

I would've gone a little harder, but I didn't want the backslash

Gotta dash, sorry if you wanted more, guess that's that

I leave you on one final note: Hatsune Miku for Smash

[Part 7: Wii Music Fire]

[Intro 6: Glexnos & S.E.G.A.]

He has a gun, he has a gun

He has a gun, he has a gun (One for the school and one for Glex)

He has a gun, he has a- gun

He has a gun, he has a gun! (Hahaha!)

[Verse 13: S.E.G.A.]

Hey y'all, S.E.G.A. here!

Before I start, let me be clear:

While I respect you all day-to-day

These verses flop harder than Birds of Prey

Let me show you what a real one can do

I've been cooking this up, fourteen years in the stu'

If you want a feature, please get in queue

Or I'll call up decagun and hit you with the .22

How can I get through to you

That your new song isn't fresh or new?

Please get out of my DMs, man, take a clue

Before I capsize your virtual canoe

I fly JetBlue, man, you fly Frontier

So my numbers ain't the only thing in the stratosphere

You've never been off your landing gear

So if you wish to defeat me, train for another thousand years

Don't step to this, I'll put you in your place

This petty beef is just another rat race

Your whole discography is a disgrace

It's hard listening to your tracks with a straight face

Let's be real, you're the GAWNE to my Eminem

It's been weeks, still haven't sent caelix your stem

I might surprise drop you like I'm Music To Be Murdered By

These bars so pure, you know they're FDA-Certified

Try to come after me

I'd think you have a couple screws loose

I'll leave a crime scene at your residence

'Cause I've always been the golden goose

This concludes my contribution to this cypher

I lit this whole thing up with no lighter

Hope you all enjoyed the last minute, thirty

All I ask is that you vote for Bernie

[Verse 14: Lil Fagkii, Quadeca & Glexnos]

Why in the fuck did I do this?

Getting more green than a nudist

Retirement lasted a couple of days

Guessing the Glex beef was too shit

That was a joke, don't you twist up those panties

Got killed this December, but somehow I managed

I love my friends and I love Mario Party

But somehow, at both, I am average

Strike you like I'm Derek Savage, fuck

Every day is dated reference day

When you live under rocks in the garage

That shit was awful, don't stop, Le Piano

Swing and a miss, but I'm swingin' some arrows

—Next time, just, let-

Tell me when Fangkii's there

Or whatever- whatever his name is— (Yeah)

My pet rat is currently nun' but a corpse

Donate to his GoFundMe, or you're a whore

Donate to the fund so I'll go to the store

And pick up a new rat, and not rap no more

Guess there's nothing more to say than

"Bye bye, I win"

If you need me

You can find me on the Luke Dead Island

[Interlude 2: Lil Fagkii]

Bi-! Haha!

Fucking...!

Ha...

[Part 8: Interlude]

[Verse 15: OverFlowLyrical]

Techversity up in this bitch

I know you thought that you'd never see me again

Like Glex and Famkii, I might go fuck on your bitch

I'm countin' up heads while getting head from a girl that got a lisp

[Part 9: NOT a Diss Track]

[Intro 7: Glexnos]

Ahem... it's Glex!

NT!

[Verse 16: Glexnos & Logpog]

If my life is a movie, then it better be a fucking classic

Killin' another track, we're starting to run out of caskets

I'm writing all my bars 'cause I'm not on some fuckin' hack shit

You try to stop me, but I'm hard to kill, like some bad habits

You think that you're the shit, but you’ve been lyin' to the game

The only thing you're doin' is puttin' shame to your name

You've been tryna con her, but dude, her name isn't Sarah

We've been killin' tracks together, and they call us the chimera

I've been goin' ignorant, I need a reality check

I've been writin' too many bars about the snap of your neck

New year, same me, I'm just slowin' down with the memes

I gotta break the loop, 'cause I've been burstin' at the seams

I've been buildin' up my name, each track better than the last

Yet, "When's the third cypher?" is all that I'm ever asked

Started up some memes, but they're gettin' stale fast

I think it's time I switch things up, character needs a recast

I know my chances are slim, but to this life I am sworn

Go ahead and hate me, I'll be the object of your scorn

This the end of an era, it's time for me to be reborn

It's better off this way, so for my soul, you best not mourn

Can't let my past hold me back, I need to just move on

Free myself from these shackles, stop bein' so damn withdrawn

Reconnect with those who, from me, deserve another chance

But leave the others behind without so much as a second glance

I don't got a job, but I'm still keepin' myself busy

Been spinnin' in the loop so much, I'm startin' to get dizzy

Need to finish this album so I can finally grow past it

Famkii says I owe it to myself, but I still want to trash it

My tastes are so far above my skill, I hate all my art

Makes me want to delete it all and have a fresh start

But instead, I'll keep developing the skills that I have

Hopin' that one day I can be half as good as Bill and Rav

As for Quad, I know that Midnight's truly lost forever

But I don't care, honestly, at this point, it's whatever

The only Ben I'm missin' is the one I call my brother

And I ain't talkin' MULTI, Yoda sayin'- ("There is another")

It's been rough out here, recently, I'm dealin' with atonement

All because I happened to have a small dome moment

Glexkii flopped, and that's okay, 'cause the story ain't over

Maybe we'll release a sequel the month right after October

This the finale of it all, the ending you've been waitin' for

Newcomers and the veterans teamed up to end SQUADECA! lore

We called everyone we could to create this one last cypher

Shoutout Logpog since he couldn't make it, his songs are utter fire (Okay)

Launch is spittin' flames, and Sol is wakin' up from his dreams

Ni$h!th just doesn’t care, and Truse doesn't like to beam

CER10 and Shaun worked together to create some fire art

​kenE dropped bars like a madman, and Jack went straight for the heart

Oreo rappin' optimistic, and J. Embi sayin', "Hold up!"

Quickjoshy used his invite well, and Polar never let up

S.E.G.A.'s a memelord, and the Chief came through with one last show

This is Glexnos signin' out, "Adiós", from the bozo

[Outro: Glexnos, Quadeca, both]

(Oh, shit) Uh

That was sixteen minutes of bars!