Adam Purski, Freeced, Kal Paseo - Star Wars Rap Cyphe lyrics

On a cypher place, my Kyber's laced
I hit the Glup Shitto with a nicer taste
So I'm higher than a pilot in a fighter race
And I'll be making it a hyper space
Look,  if you ain't on my level
Put a credit in the rent jar no Calrissian
I never bet on who my friends are
I catch hands floating when I'm
Sabered on the Death Star
But I remain unbroken like a
Blade that's made of Beskar
Fett cuz I've been so inventive and
I get head like I'm Ventress
Doubling down on my threat
I'm peddling death when I step
Endor when I'm making the
Green, ignoring your station, it seems
That war when you're facing with me
Is sure to be painful and brief
I spin a soliloquy strong
Fill it with dark villainy
Finna be Timothy Zahn penning
A Thrawn trilogy
Killing half a K the way that I wrote verse
Now catch a Fist if you tryna be the 501st

I got that Mandalorian vibe
Fuck a light side
Who put Solo in solitary and
Disarmed guys in one try?
Gotta take care of mine
It’s a mad, mad galaxy, the villains alright
Flying strapped in an iron mask
Finessing on a saber user
Single father on demand, not a game
That flamethrower smooth
Take a Jedi’s bitch up on
A cruise like I’m Supes
They ain’t got these moves
Why they do my boy dirty like a punk? Absurd
Who made a comeback half cut? Absurd
Return of the Sith, forget Luke
I’m reworking the script, sneaking
With a black hood, guess who
Pulling up with the squad
Catch a rebel lacking
Cinematic when I swerve, that’s magic
You ‘boutta cough for a while like Grievous
Even if I’m made of metal
I’m murdering so egregious

Imma keep it real
There is nothing you can aim at
So lemme seal the deal, I’m a trainer
You’re a trainwreck
Ain’t no force and choking bars
I like to break necks
Bounty hunter only when I get the paycheck
With your street talk
You couldn’t sell your Tatooine junk
I’m making moves on the internet, I Ewok
You'll see stars if you hesitate to keep up
Ay, tree trunks quakin when I beatbox
I’m the champion of the business
Even Kylo Ren knows
We just let the lazer talk so
Why u asking me for ammo
I'm invisible by nature like I'm camo
The only time you set a foot in my
City’s when you step on your legos
Got the brain of a rebel
I don’t debate in the battle
I keep my saber to strangle
You to a dangerous level
And when the pain has just settled and
You still aim to get tackled
Then I will take you to Adam cuz
He’s the name of the channel

Yeah, the pen mightier than a lightsaber
You’re like Vader, better mask up
I’m sick with it i rhyme greater than you
You’re not liking the outcome
I keep pushing all your buttons
Like I’m riding the Falcon
And you’re hating it too ‘cause
You’re livin’ a pipedream
Not liking your vibe
I’m jumping out into lightspeed
And you’re never gonna see me again
Until I fly in with an X Wing
Retreat if you can
I gravitate to a higher power
The Force around us that is positive energy
Got it more in allowance
From the work that I make
I’m always making it click
Stormtrooper aim, you don’t make any hit's
So quit frontin’ on the battlefield
I’m claiming the win does it make any sense?
I’ll rephrase it again
You wanna stop rapping, you give me mic
You wanna go home and rethink your life

Big bear, bad guy, look at what you're in for
Walk onto the scene looking like
A Wookie Sith Lord
Pink lightsaber, underhand grip form
Feel like Vader, they want me to get scorched
Striking out haters like the empire
All about my bank like Muuns
And my chain blinged out in the kyber
Even my drip is force attuned
They gon freeze for the
Blaster like it's Carbonite up the saber
Get to swinging and they're scarred for life
Rappers think they Jedi masters but
Ain't half as nice
Jango, they consider me the archetype
Death Star heater and you're Alderaan
Most likely, you gon see the nina, man
Y'all fellas have like one good song
Mos Eisley Cantina band

Offing heads like Mace Windu to Jango Fett
And that's to show you other rappers
You don't place no threat
With this saber in my hand
You may face your death
When I off pop and let
The saber break your chest
I feel evil, I think you admire the Sith
Got me suited all-black
For I feel like a boss
People try to be my friend
Because I'm stacking my chips
Until they see my heart is colder
Than the battle of Hoth
You hate the fact, my squad ball
Leave you looking red in the
Face like Darth Maul
Saber leave a hole in your body like Qui-Gon
If you think you touching the
Prowess then dream on
Okay, you can get your body lit up like 09'er
If you feeling lit then I'm
Coming with more fire
They just want the clout, to be frank
I’ve grown tired
In the end, your situation has grown dire