Remo Conscious, Planet Asia, Conway The Machine - Souls In A Cipher lyrics

(Conway The Machine)
Shoot first that’s the motto
So I hit one of you ns with a hollow
Ridin’ through OC smokin’ Gelato
PJ out of the bottle
Got a hundred bags from Pablo
And they came with the shipment
Move the la but my dog had
The cane in the kitchen
Think it’s a game na listen
Sticks on the back seat and
They came with extensions
We used to slang loose cracks shoot
At us na we shoot back
Get your wig blew back for 22 stacks
It ain’t shit to get one of
My young ns to do that
Your baby mama house sprayed up
With the new Mac
Move back, you don’t want an issue
You don’t want them ns to come and get you
And they’ll 100 clip you
Send a savage that’s 21 to get you
Wavin’ the stick everything in the
Drum will hit you chorus

Each spin around the sun
We pen another planet, pages weigh a ton
We keep ‘em on the run
Words like bullets, spinnin’ from a gun
Each spin around the sun
We pen another planet, the universe drums
Galaxies on our tongues
Souls in a cipher, spinnin’ round the sun

The dope is potent
The dopest poet page soaked in
Blood, breath
And poem I’m the spoken word Volcan
Not boastin' just honest
My sonnets raise the dead ones
Sonics from the speakers right and left ones
Live from Oakland
No sun, just shadow, the black lung Shogun
Sword showman stacking heads on my
Blade like a totem
Bionic with phonics Steve Austin flow Golden-
Era of the real back mumble cats get broken
I spit oceans, these others swallow
Hear them chokin'
On my words, while at the same time quotin’
Bravado of these youngsters got me laughing
No jokin'
Not knowing I will throw them out the booth
Hulk Holgan no holding, these bars, molten-
Lava, melting steel like 9-11-01
Floating on these waves
Showboatin' while gloatin'
At these rappers who ain’t living
They just IG postin' chorus

Runnin’ shoe rebel
Ruger in the Chevy heavy metal
Was soon to be a legend in the ghetto
Fun crushing the untouchable Mafia raised
Rachet, rockiest chain ask about me comin’
Through to cop them thangs
Bs never curve us, real na mighty for sure
I’m highly secure cause snitches
Make me nervous
It’s a good time to be with the shit
Watch a crook shine
I book time to knock your favorite rapper
From the top of the list
So when you mention me, just make sure
You mention that my bag is the
Most fiery in the dispensary
Diadora jumpsuit giant
Mix the burr with the flower and fry it
And roll the stew into the science
Marble floor mansions
Heaven on earth expansion
Eye of the third splashin’ every
Herb in an orderly fashion
My infinite thought pattern is limitless
Y’all 85 dumb def and
Blinded by the primitive, it’s the God