Snowgoons, Passionate MC - Cypher God lyrics
[Snowgoons, Passionate MC - Cypher God lyrics]
Ayo, this is for Sean Price i'm
Going off beyond twice the
Godlike form in all white they call Christ
To cross left with a hard right
That'll lift you off like
Aerial assaults performed in a "dogfight"!
Front to back like fog
Lights to exhaust pipes
From the thunderclap of an arm
Strike to dissolve life
For I discard life like what is left
In the cart right when you're
About to card swipe 'cause the market
Marked it the wrong price!
Sick with it, a dick with syphilis
From quick bitches that done hit
In the six digit's
"Big Business"! Swizz, Cass
& Kiss vicious! Ironic how I'm bridging the
Gap with Chris Rivers
About to make a cycle begin i'm from Bus
He's from Pun
It's the "Round Table Cypher" again!
My nigga Flaw's X'n it
Street Light Mos Def'inite
A Forté that'll put you onto mo'
(Geronimo) excellence!
And shout to y'all catching
This! Considered the best
Next to the word-play like Shakespeare
With a feathered pen
I am where the Etch A Sketch begins
What you're seeing is the connected
Tether between separate ends
The genius becoming the best of friends
With the meanest schizophren-IC in
This reflective lens
Worse than David Berkowitz with
A burner gripped
Aimed and exerting his murderous
Urges with assertiveness!
I felt the rage with a twist
Like a cursive N
But it came with a "calm | com"
Like results from a search engine
'Cause in this world of sin cursed with men
I back up what I say like the
Hard drive a journalist is working in!
(But, Hey! You're from the suburbs dude)
Well, Tommy Lynn Sells and Charles Manson
Were from the suburbs too!
What I do shouldn't concern you
'Cause when I turn to a gun
Take a guess who the gun turns to?!
Expect pain from the checkmate
Of the chess game
Through more testing than Ed Gein
For a med change!
You'll be left with a dead brain
You're better off sniffing lead paint for
One hundred and ten days i'm INSANE
Like Slim Shade with his fist raised
In Kim's face ready to
Hit straight with all of his
Strength so her chin breaks
'cause she was fucking men his place next
To the room where his kids laid!
The SnowGoonS are the cause of this
There's no offing this!
I'm turning every other camp into Auschwitz!
The darkness is where they'll
All exist talking shit
About the price they paid when we
Holla'd the cost of it!
Spartacus can't call a quit's when
The odds on your side
There's nothing even to forfeit with
It's your favorite sound! Bouncing
Harder than a check
For five mil' from 50 Cent's bank account!
Motherfucka! Whatup! Cypher God
Cypher God cypher God
CYPHER GOD!
Going off beyond twice the
Godlike form in all white they call Christ
To cross left with a hard right
That'll lift you off like
Aerial assaults performed in a "dogfight"!
Front to back like fog
Lights to exhaust pipes
From the thunderclap of an arm
Strike to dissolve life
For I discard life like what is left
In the cart right when you're
About to card swipe 'cause the market
Marked it the wrong price!
Sick with it, a dick with syphilis
From quick bitches that done hit
In the six digit's
"Big Business"! Swizz, Cass
& Kiss vicious! Ironic how I'm bridging the
Gap with Chris Rivers
About to make a cycle begin i'm from Bus
He's from Pun
It's the "Round Table Cypher" again!
My nigga Flaw's X'n it
Street Light Mos Def'inite
A Forté that'll put you onto mo'
(Geronimo) excellence!
And shout to y'all catching
This! Considered the best
Next to the word-play like Shakespeare
With a feathered pen
I am where the Etch A Sketch begins
What you're seeing is the connected
Tether between separate ends
The genius becoming the best of friends
With the meanest schizophren-IC in
This reflective lens
Worse than David Berkowitz with
A burner gripped
Aimed and exerting his murderous
Urges with assertiveness!
I felt the rage with a twist
Like a cursive N
But it came with a "calm | com"
Like results from a search engine
'Cause in this world of sin cursed with men
I back up what I say like the
Hard drive a journalist is working in!
(But, Hey! You're from the suburbs dude)
Well, Tommy Lynn Sells and Charles Manson
Were from the suburbs too!
What I do shouldn't concern you
'Cause when I turn to a gun
Take a guess who the gun turns to?!
Expect pain from the checkmate
Of the chess game
Through more testing than Ed Gein
For a med change!
You'll be left with a dead brain
You're better off sniffing lead paint for
One hundred and ten days i'm INSANE
Like Slim Shade with his fist raised
In Kim's face ready to
Hit straight with all of his
Strength so her chin breaks
'cause she was fucking men his place next
To the room where his kids laid!
The SnowGoonS are the cause of this
There's no offing this!
I'm turning every other camp into Auschwitz!
The darkness is where they'll
All exist talking shit
About the price they paid when we
Holla'd the cost of it!
Spartacus can't call a quit's when
The odds on your side
There's nothing even to forfeit with
It's your favorite sound! Bouncing
Harder than a check
For five mil' from 50 Cent's bank account!
Motherfucka! Whatup! Cypher God
Cypher God cypher God
CYPHER GOD!