THE PE CYPHER (PT 1 & 2)

[Intro: DJ Statik Selektah]

Live and direct from New York City, my name is Statik Selektah, the show-off

This ain't no awards show but we 'bout to win with this cypher

Pro Era, CJ Fly where you at?

[Verse 1: CJ Fly]

Pro Era 47

Go get that Thee Way Eye See It

The shit is out, yeah

Kill 'em Pro's?

Kill 'em? (yeah!)

Ain't never meet

Someone iller than some meat with salmonella

We go in with the flow like salmon in the river

Made so many hits, no Catch 22

Gotta drive to get the cake you old bats better batter up too

We got the mitts to beat you

Go ahead or go long

It's me who ya' killin'

I'm always feeling her up

Love letting me hold the cups, shit get frisky

Up for grabs like ooooo I hear the liquid cat's fishy

We'll just wait till this dogs finish his swimming

Catch it when we catch it threw it at me, a conflict in the kitchen

Palms of fingers itching

Figured out if I'm killing 'em then that's gon make me richer

This money ain't a joke I won't play dumb so I won't get it

A instrumental tempo strings to make it come to spin it

The truth I bent it, the rules I bend it

Taking selfies with fans, we 'pendent

Steal your girl, my crew some fucking bandits

Could you imagine in a year all that my fucking band did?

Fly

[Verse 2: Dessy Hinds]

Yo, if you want it bring your army I'm sure they can't arm me

Send your best to harm me

Lyrical skill with more power than calibres spitting calmly

Revolving promptly 'round Godly spirits

Breaking false seeing mirrors

Spearing one's not on top like the Pyramids sharp appearances

Niggas is fearing the exterior to the interior

Only in fear of the child cause ya'll style's are so inferior

Sick like malaria, and my food for thought rap bacteria

These motherfuckers is suckers screaming but we ain't hearing em

Tearing layers from natures creator

Ain't no debaters exchanging more modulators from vocal style obligators

Hashing brown for that rolling paper

Might just spray the vapor for these rapping respirators I leave on a respirator

Originator for flaming the record like a filet in the oven

Lay these tracks down like a filet in the oven

360 bubbling while ya brain busting

Shit could never add up when my brain summons ya'll rap niggas to the Era chamber dungeon

Whooooooooo!!

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]

Aye, aye, aye, check, check

When I die I'm prolly lit, I blame the ounce though

Well that's cool, 'cos every body bag got a zip

It's Nyck bitch don't doubt it

I'm lost until I found myself a route in my allowance, pounds upon you cowards

I'm a competitor, no, I'm a come predator

Run through by your spot until you never spot it anymore

Never followed anymore, Twitter swallowed everyone

Really man, you think you gets it popping on that cyber war?

Profit is the object, we never style anymore

Not a child anymore, I'm wild you ain't ready for the fouls I'm exploiting

Vials full of poison that I'm leaking

Better vaccinate your child 'fore I reach him

Pledge to this flag, we don't know no allegiance

Dog eat dog, life's a fucking bitch with no leashes

Everything is repetition for the last month

I got offers, stayed cautious, still Caution

Got offers, stayed cautious, still Caution

[Verse 4: T'nah Apex]

Yes we can, can I kick it? (Yes you can)

Can I kick it? (Yes you can)

And I'm gone, yeah

I don't wanna be the one to hurt your day

But you can't runaway, gonna see what was said at the lat

Solely tuck on bag, for the head, still mercy, not gon' lack

Power lez, how I lack?

Call for the feds but it's not going to add

2 plates 2 place mats

A hard and a light mass

All the mathematics balanced

A love, hey do a Lee

Man it’s what’s to do with me

Never skip the set to let my spirit free...

Think that's gonna stop me?

Fireball of energy so let them come gas me

[Verse 5: A La $ole]

It's Corleone, $wank Rock, Corleone, check

Go get that 'Thee Way I See It', that's the way I see it

Gotta' low sport charm, I Jordan so calm

I'm known to rock a Swank, they call me A la Juwon

With a postmortem flow, gotta' porsche motor flow'

This sour got horsepower, we zoomin' through ya' zone

She got me screwed up, said I'm a tool for nuttin'

She a sex machine fiend with a malfunction

Actin' out, frontin, said a nigga' stuntin'

But I could a dump a new regulation like it's nuttin'

I does it, mean I done did it, crushed it and killed it

We pending out higher suppliers give me pot to skill it

You a small fry, short but walk high

We looking down at you nigga's with a hawk's eye

Dragon niggas out the track when I talk fire

The photo style, turn and roast ya'll

Uh, we livin' your dream and we up in ya region, my nigga's be tryin' to reach ya'

The reason nigga's will never be iller because my niggas are the best

Better get your feet wet

You're swimmin' around when nigga's be creepin'

Dangerously, don't play in the sea, it's plain to see

We take it so you die of thirst, you in a vacant seat

I'm too real, bringing truth to your make believe

We too sick, it's a dozen of us shitting nouns

You should of known that a dime would have hold you down

I faced half an ounce, but never see me stress

I'm old - Oh fuck you nigga's

[Verse 6: Dyemond Lewis]

Ok I really like that

It's the super slackers

The slutty slackers

The slutty slackers slackers it's the slutty sluggy slackers yo

It's the slackers the slutty

Ladi dadim Slacks like to party hard

Hardly ever sober, rolled a fresh pack of Marley's

God golly g, a Godly G I am, bitch respect it

I get up in her ovaries, she ... when I ejected

My words contraceptive, contact my dealer

Contact detect microphone when I feel her

Uh! A little threaten, my swank is my weapon

I walk with it, verbally assault with it

I spit like Poseidon, these flows you get lost in it

Raw

[Verse 7: Swank Master Raw]

Which motherfucker tried to steal my flow?

Eenie meenie miney mo?

Step in, bust a swank through the front do'

Surprise! kicking niggas out the window

Who want protest the real Don Gorgan, push it

Pushin' herb from Kingston out to Brooklyn

Where niggas get took-en

I see you shivering

Check the flavor Swank Master is delivering

Lyrical simile to stimulate your mind

Hypnotize all you people when I hop on to the mic

In fact we do this for boom bap rap

To just keep y'all niggas in check though

To just keep y'all niggas in check though

To just keep y'all niggas in check though

To just keep y'all niggas in check though

[Verse 8: Dirty Sanchez]

Dirty want his money right now

And his credit

I deserve my respect for this shit that I imbedded

I am better than them niggas who pretended that they them niggas

Who be lying to them niggas who be buying they shit (woo!)

Fuck the government that's word to my brother man

From the 5th Flo'

You won't get fed if your mouth is closed

That's something he told me

The 47 Og's running it low key

Ha! I'm still Dirty and I'm still 7:30

My vision is still blurry so picture perfect ain't really certain

Blind bitch baby, does the cover match them curtains?

Still couldn't block my shine

Chakras divrine

33rd degree

Fresh 47 embroidery

Pro Era property, no loitering

Can't say my whole team's eating yet

But I'm cooking up a mess

Where syringes were pressed: dirty kitchen

I'm spillin' all my kids on her dress, Started living what I'm thinking

Decider, we next stop

Stop and then frisk

Slaughtering pigs anybody can get it

We shooting stars, now make a wish

I'm rocking skins like the skins we rocking

Powerpuff smoking on that blossom

We're running the game and this shit is exhausting

But we don't give a fuck cause this shit is awesome

47

[Verse 9: J.A.B]

Sitting in my coffin, still contemplating jumping

Steez told me how to function now we got them niggas bumping

Please say something so we can't them start dumping

Nah , we got them shooter but we rather be penman movers

Moving by the pound

Not a sound when we come around

Why? Cause we move in silence

All my niggas holding down

47 for the crown

But y'all already know, the Pro's suppose to blow

Swank on overlord for you poser Joes

Jocking flows, someone send these sucker niggas out the do'

Please let them know they can't have nothing of what we coming for

Edited etiquette, excellent at this rapping shit

Percs' and hallucinogen got me thinking where to begin

The weed transcends to a darker place where kings live

Let knowledge to the Og's when a legend tell their stories

Got damn what it seem

Feel like it's a dream

Fuck reality my nigga we make it what it seems

Waddup!

[Verse 10: Kirk Knight]

I'm from a place where you'll catch a Pelé

If you bust a slug, it's no love, cops, robbers and thugs

And the ultimatum is what the altar made them when you is young

'Cuz them Crips and Bloods made ya bust guns like, "Dog"

Hold the heat down, my conduction on the street is but a small world

Gotta' eat now, live and direct

God in the flesh, all I see is dollar signs and they in vests

Black man hope, black, hold your chest

She said nothing lasts forever, keep coming back 'hun

Give me hot propulsion to 150 Suns

The image of my mind bring the masterpieces

Make hot feces, I like my plate how I feast it

My theory is is E.M.V.(?), word to my J

My achilles is  livin' in the world where MC's is

Mass affected, Poseidon of rap

I can see it all happened with the raps I spawned

Should of sinned but I guess ya'll walk, give me a glass for the mazel tov

Give me a glass for that mazel tov

And one balled too hard, such a star

The energy I give off I run conEd

[Verse 11: Joey Bada$$]

Guess who's back again

I'm known to make a fucker lose oxygen

Get sparked off in toxic drops of gin

Wait, stop, drop it in, roll over

Is what I told her, don’t play games, I can’t console her

Hand it over to the God like a controller

We overload her, she froze up, it was over

The Pros expose her, her ex propose her

They be like, "You ain't that hot", I know

But they still knock my door asking 'bout Jay Hova

My witness, label me, not the Cohen

I got the sickness, hit this, get fixed with the quickness, right

Another J, J blow like dynamite

The other day, I was poor, dine I might

Had nothing but a empty appetite

Now I live a crazy emcee rapper life

Big tings ah gwan, top shotta

Kill 'em every show, rank's up like Shabba

Mr. Lover flow, hot off the top like lava though

I'm too hot, still skilling the pot

Turn bass metals into gold

They ain't think alchemy before I go

Yummy, let me wrap up my meat then explode

Who am I? The fiery Pro