The Cypher

Yeah, you know the deal
 Shove 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?
 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, ya know what I mean, mean?
 Break me off a piece of the cake
 If not, I'll have to take a piece, went off with 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
 Yeah, you know the deal
 This is our secret garden
 Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher
 Rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme
 Who's next (Tony Starks!)
 Bring it on, so bring it on
 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 G's?
 Lord, the gate's open, with mountains and slopes and
 The Columbian?
 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 Mantana is back with a? sequence?
 For many reasons, never seeing the precinct
 Y'all could just call me obese cause I'm eating
 Yeah, you know the deal
 In the cypher, shit is true
 Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher
 Fuck where you're from, it's time to?
 Who's next (Swisha T)
 Bring it on, so bring it on
 This is the time for my essence, don't try to mess wit' it
 I'm on the track wit' Killah Priest, this is my final testament
 I'm on my way to excellence
 They feel my power and presence like? eye advantages?, leaving these MC's trembling
 Nothing's above me, I slang fifty P's 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 homies?
 I'm faded, but I'm blazing up, paper making a?
 Amazing how I play with my verbals, I need a stadium
 Show these motherfuckers that's 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 that you write is fictional like a fairytale
 Yeah, you know the deal
 Shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypher
 Rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme
 Who's next (Killah Priest)
 Bring it on, so bring it on
 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
 Salute to the animals that just?
 Understandable, beautiful land in full
 Should have built 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
 ? to the moon, you a beautiful blight
 We all? feel? you before the tomb, magnificent
 We breathe in the womb, water, the aura
 Before the coroner saw us?
 Modern technology that history taught us
 Yeah, you know the deal
 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