The Cypher

*The cypher, yeah you know the deal* [Verse 1: Aspects] Yo the matches and gases right next to the burner If it ain't about cash, then it's all about murder Pyrex empires, who's next to die? (who's next?) Never leaving witnesses, nobody testify Now I'm hard like Escobar, the fuzz keep coming We keep pushing hard, 100 Miles And Running There's more coke than there's ever been, (ever!) yeah it's evident The key to not getting caught is never leaving evidence Stealth mode fighter jets, making sure my life is set I don't really fuck with you unless you fucking writing checks And speaking universal language of getting CREAM All about my dolla, dolla bills, you know what I mean?, I'm eating Break me off a piece of the cake If not, I'll have to take the piece right off of your plate I got a large appetite for this money in life And I'm making moves across the border like they moving the white (move!) [Hook] The cypher, yeah you know the deal This is our secret garden Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher Representation Rapper after rapper Rhyme after rhyme Who's next? Tony Starks Bring it on, so bring it on [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Mask and gloves, with the bulldog snub The liquid drano with acid is next to the tub Crack spots, my texture of bass fluctuates Politician that spend Gs [?] Lord, the gate's open, with mountains and slopes and The Columbian perico leave rocked up it's potent With Jiggy on the payroll, Santa Claus bags of coke That's so heavy that his motherfucking sleigh broke The Paris kingpin is far from extinction The days of Tony Montana is back with a sequence For many reasons, never seeing the precinct Y'all could just call me obese cause I'm eating [Hook] Yeah, you know the deal In the cypher shit is true Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher Representation Fuck where you're from, it's time to shoot your lyrics kid Who's next? Swisha T Bring it on, so bring it on [Verse 3: Swisha T] This is the time for my essence, don't try to mess with it I'm on the track with Killah Priest, this is my final testament I'm on my way to excellence They feel my power and presence like I invented this Leaving these MCs trembling Nothing's above me, I slang fifty Ps of that fluffy Sticky icky and that Philly, turn college kids into flunkies I'm embarking on my future of living lavish and glorious I kick a rapper's flow, get it popping like pandemonium I need to wrap the story up I got a call from my homie saying he's rolling with Ghostly I'm faded, but I'm blazing up, paper making Arabian Amazing how I play with my verbals, I need a stadium To show these motherfuckers they're sleeping on something epic, and What you talking? You rappers need to just get on my level and Take a pen, just be original, cause we're well aware That everything you write is just fictional like a fairytale (Swisha) [Hook] The cypher, yeah you know the deal Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher Representation Rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme Who's next? Killah Priest Bring it on, so bring it on [Verse 4: Killah Priest] Peace to the seeds and the air that we breathe The dirt from the trees, the birds and the bees, the herb from the leaves My interest for insects was vintage Salute to the animals, digest the lamb and wolf Understandable, beautiful land in full Tribute to the sun, you the only one The golden drum, nothing exists 'till you are hung Before brain, hearts and the lung Before his reign, the golden heart was sprung in heaven Credence of life, the sky seasoned with light Shalom to the moon, you a beautiful bright We all see you before the tomb, magnificent We breathe in the womb, water, the aura Before the coroner saw us, The Torah Modern technology that history taught us (uh) [Hook] The cypher, yeah you know the deal Yeah, you know the deal The cypher, yeah you know the deal Yeah, you know the deal In the cypher, shit is true This is our secret garden Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher