Last Cypher

[Produced by brandUn DeShay] [Intro: CJ Fly & Joey Bada$$] Don’t be afraid, nigga, grab the mic I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? (Grab the mic, everything’s—) Gon’ be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? I’m not at home, not alone, I just, grab the microphone (Who wanna—) Every time I flow right from the dome You already how I act when I’m on patrol (Who— who wanna—) Sippin’ on Petron, so my niggas been tipsy (Uh) I don’t know, these hoes just miss me (Uh) Misses, please, you already know I lick it like misses trees Mary Jane, but I hit it— Yo, yo, yo, yo, Pros Y'all tryna cypher right quick? What up, bruh, bruh bruh? *laughter* [Hook: CJ Fly] I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic, everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic, everything is gonna be alright [Verse 1: CJ Fly] Said we were just a bunch of kids, like the Brady Bunch Style so miscellanous, cats taking speed ain't in a lane with us Favorite line of quotes/coats you can hang em up You straight whats up, I don't know I wrote this statement cuz It was stating just, how homie he was fakin tough So I gave him lumps, beat him up, broke his jaw He claimed he got jumped Got on an orange suit it hurt to see my mans in cuffs It goes to show how these Brooklyn streets were dangerous Niggas ain't playin' son, come round here shining its the timing When things get violent, eyelids violet, whenever they violate That's why my style been to be silent Unless they want the shaolin I came into this game and ate with no one to make my plate Said my grace, figured that they must not know what art is Cause we just starvin' artists who become someone they all test To them I'm just a target but I'm solid just like tar get, uh I'm doing wonderfully you make these bitches want to flea [Verse 2: Dyemond Lewis] I be flippin' the bird to the public, I'm holding grudges I'm always angry, and I dunno who to blame So I blame the government, you gotta love it Another youngin' that sufferin' I told him to fuck the world And made somethin' from nothing Come and see how he come in the game like an intrusion Who's him DeShay supply the beats so I bruise'em, oozin I'm losin' my self control, you niggas is lightweight We times ten to four, and we bend the rules They act like they dont know, who the Pro Era crew is? Who Diamond Lou is, coming for they flesh we leave them left like nudist And if you new to this you'd see I show you the ropes I'll be your PE coach, you know you see this smoke How you think I'm smashing records like the CD broke, See Dee In the back of the stu catching a view of the environment I over analyze shit entirely [Verse 3: A La $ole] It be that young De Niro, get chicks like I get dinero You scare hoes to the point they don't wanna get near yours Bare flows pour'd over earlobes Fo sure, I flow in air zones, I'm one in the same you bare clones Coast to coastal, get mami's like I'm 'posed to, go postal when we oppose you, so don't pose dude I approach fools with tools, leave em in cork screws Then resume the cruise, my hand on the boob will bruise When we interlude, she get nude for cash dough, and jewels And I pursue, put my tube in her inner room (kaboom), Two open root chakras sex the best, so you know I get lots of Fuck em and I duck em, never in my pivotal I'ma love Doc. given out my persciptionals It's the principals, I'm the prince of cool, I love broads But I'm a young Don, so my nigga only get physical [Hook: CJ Fly] Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright [Verse 4: Dessy Hinds] Now as the drum kick basses, break faces And the vibe take you places, here comes a track that niggas couldn't be tracing From the end of mind known to trickle down your inner spine And make these non alcoholic girls do a little wine And in the midst of time, spittin rhymes was a trick of mine From the effect of joints, minimize the squinted eyes Never needed to be even to reasons The only nigga only breathing from God With a mental demon screamin in winter seasons Had to reflect as the style comes correct So it comes correct Better than cum correct when I'm done for sex Better text the less So the text got the message When a nigga bring more down from his pores Without a single blemish, let him embellish every Letter for ever with this soliloquy, thus spittin are your suspicions, suspiciously Come and cop the little weed, cause niggas got higher from Single bigger beads and climb the single tree [Verse 5: Nyck Caution] Said I be thrown up on this plateau, mobbin with my capos Its all about the booty like sparrow, get your arrows Cause the bose know that the fuckin pros ho Wait, sippin slow so, slow mo, seems to be our fate uh Rhythm rhythm got me high as fuck See my stock risen up, I be never findin' trust But I found myself through the light, eyes thrice Jumped and got ups like delivery trucks, I'm sick of Cereal shmucks from the imperial clubs, offering lineal love I'm treat it like a domino, and knock 'em down I don't give a literal fuck Your minerals suck, I'm a lyrical stud Uh, look, and don't tell me what it really be Cause all I see is indigo and symmetry Endo road, I end yo' road And if your lend your soul, expect the death for sho [Verse 6: Kirk Knight] Eh yo lets go, analytically you can see through my energy I been ascendin', higher than my fuckin' enemies We all gods in our mind, body and soul Don't get caught up in 360's or you will be sold And I don't play that shit, but PE be the BEP Cream of the crops' circle, alienated And I know that's my ultimatum, I know its bitter sweet And word to the streets, its either you or me And I'ma fuckin' eat So check your co-sign, before I Rocafella But they don't touch the cheddar, cause they all know better This is the fruit of my labor so watch the land grow through my eye lids Centrifuging, not confusing through in my intellect And my Kundalini need my Melanin, so baby put the melon in Or magnesium, you niggas tarnish, smell em Your am radio active no fair [Hook: CJ Fly] Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright [Verse 7: Rokamouth] If they hop on the dick, make sure you protect it Watch how you step, plenty shit you can step in And no disrepectin if you ain't in your section Better watch how you talk, you stalkin my bredrin 47 goons come cool with no prevention from the coolers of the dimensions Just mention, that you let them bring the best of your ascension Like last night I rode the train, just to vibe As I stood between the cars spliff in a knot Having visions of spittin these rhymes on the mic As I open my eyes to see lies that they hide On that 47 shit I climb and survive and been through these rhymes Definin through times, line by line guidin all your right lines To find your right vibe need to get your hustle up and find your right grind Find your right grind like [Verse 8: Joey Bada$$] I take tokes of the marijuana smoke 'til I float like boats in the ocean For sure, I'm showboatin' Slow pokes get slow poked over me Just a kid, wait your kidding right? Nigga no joking Too much commotion broke folk just won't stop talkin' Can't play his cards right I just might poke 'em Cause where I'm from, hearts don't get broken they got stolen Say the wrong sentence, nigga put a semi to your colon Paws that like dog feet, spit it sicker than bone meat Fuck the world in orgies until that bitch bore me My flow horny, my game nice, my style naughty One eye low though, he'll figure that out shortly I speak the truth and she knew this since birth It's her nature to look like she newest to Earth, stupid It don't take cupid, all it takes is cool kids Some cats prey on pussy like cougars [Verse 9: Capital STEEZ] It all seems fictitious dreamin' with my team for the riches They say to watch out, for the schemin' ass bitches You better keep a lot of cream for them itches I'm too vicious, in a stream full of fishes So I move with the waters like my niggas that manuever with a quarters I skimped the last order, so you can call dueces if you want in And a few Coronas got me seein' future in my aura The future I'm controlling with my mind and my myriads If you talkin' shit then let me fly to the pyramids She feel nasty when she swallow the little kids That means we had a minor outer body experience Sticks and stones can't break my bones So I alone cones like 47 chromes The synchronologist, now we in the zone In the middle of space time so tell 'em hit my phone [Hook: CJ Fly] Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic Everything is gonna be alright