Ces Cru, Reach, Joe Good - Cypha1 lyrics

Its Gutter Music yeah
J-dean 6 times for ya

What the fuck you want from me dawg?
Want me to compliment your chain?
And notice how you’re stuntin’ when
You’re skating on them thangs?
And notice how you’re stuntin’ when
You’re hoppin’ out the range?
And use that shitty style where every
Rhyme and words the same
I’m sicker then you suckers off of
Half a line of 'caine
I’m here to chain your body to
The tracks to guide the train
To do away with all that
Girly rap inside your brain
You rapping for the chickens like
You’re only out for change
I’m bound to get a coke out
Of the machine without the change


And break you like a fifty
Dollar bill without the change
I kept the pattern simple so
It’s seepin’ in your brain
But my pattern's like the weather
If you peep it, it'll change
I am fucked
Swam the English Channel in handcuffs
And rode the Orient express with
Both of my hands up
This ain’t about whoever ain’t bussin’
But whose missing
So I pack a butcher knife to
Stick into you stool pigeons
You claim you murder me
With some caliber tool spitting
And I hate to have to show you
Which one of us fools kidding
I throw you off the balcony
Screamin' out "Good Riddance"
Ripping average masterpieces
You come in with good written huh!
Like that

Like this joe Good
One time ces Cru
Reach in the house
Yeah, it’s like this, check it out
I don’t rock mics for shiny
Links or brand new minks
I’m trying to entertain your home girl
To buy me a drink what you think -
Cause, I’m rapping, I happen to have funds?
I just quit my job, I happen to have none
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Can’t light your wrist
Cause I ain’t got shit
Two pockets with a lot of lint
That about it ma
Yo, you really gotta buy my disc
Because I spent up my last
Two bucks to get here
And if you know the gas price
You know I’m sincere
Pump the brakes, you got facts to face
If you think I got to sleep with
You to crash at your place
I ain’t a gigolo, slow when I give it
That be that nigga joe
Soon as you can slow my mission
I hit the road
A new city for my plots to bub set up shop
Drop the buzz, and get pocket love

Yes reach nice rumble on the track
Mic wonder on the rap
Loud like thunder when it clap
I want you to react like
You wanna get attacked
Confront you in the back
And I'mma punch you in your trap
Got you thinking I’m a big brother
That jumped you in the frat
A macho man, Slam a brother flush into a mat
Brazen like the soldiers when
They rushed into Iraq
Chop your legs, chop your arms
Like I’m coming with an axe

My company stands back
While you beggin' to get your man on
But don’t care to believe
That you're paraplegic, no leg to stand on
Get a chair, you need it to sit
We so retarded ces shitting, you only farted
Webo, guarded the beats
Squads treated with no regard feastin'
We clean the bone of the meat
And then gnaw to sharpen our teeth
Radar’s blippin' the skipper got a
Lock on your fleet
Chalk it as beef, and explore the consequence
My styles stiffer i switch it to vowels when
I’m bored with consonants
Got your bowels knotted up
Shopping for more incontinence
Kicking the door, cussin'
Countin' on your incompetence
Slayed in a swarm and blame
It on poor reconnaissance
Since we take 'em to war
Like raidin' the foreign continents
Born of dominance american Joe Anonymous
My cold esophagus spit's snow
And it's polar opposite showing off is shit
Hip-Hop can get so monotonous
Overthrow control and blow holes
In the oval offices
Chokin' off your oxygen flow
No hope of stoppin'
I don’t profit off of vocals
Although I’m a vocal prophet
I snatch a ride like kiddo then
Piss in an open socket
You can get to know a lot
From the kiss of the cobra over and out