Apollo Brown - Cellophane Cypher lyrics

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Apollo Brown - Cellophane Cypher lyrics

Ft. Quelle Chris, Ras Ka**, Cavalier, Has-Lo, yU (Verse 1: Quelle Chris) One city define the state of a whole country 8.50 the night devours the day hungry Provide a life for free to receive for the ? One for the club poppers rockin' they favorite outfits One for the dope a** tip and the fit of vodka One for the ? of the thug n***as liftin' the block up The other two carry a hood throughout various products Middle cla** Aries carryin' angels and ma**es This the life, hip-hop's most dangerous topic And better than papi preachin' the predicate to mosh pits (?) But even in it's most hectic, the city is pressure The power for pressure felt from learnin' a hard lesson Confesses' a first time in yo lifeline came With a sunshine of the night's fall from your right mind And sometimes it's beautiful, sometimes it's not Sometimes is knucklehead n***as, sometimes it's the cops Some brothers live in the dark all day Wound between a rock and a hard place cuz the light of day Is a hallway to chase a n***a up sh** (Verse 2: Ras Ka**) I belch through n***as hoods and leave a trail of lava My flow is Blade try to reawaken the Mangler I'm Ogular, d'you know the $ sneakers by Prada Layed out for dad's daughter, my b**h is a dick model Ain't nobody hotter, put the (fthu) is spittin' The otha n***a, 50 Cent, musta forgot to mention That a murder in eight bars actually is seven You keep one in the chamber to snipe angels in heaven Even endanger the rebel, sh**, please believe it I read street English, then I speak it kalinga Won't even front like 'em billionaire Emcees My money low, I'm at the house makin' macaroni and cheese I hate y'all n***as, then treat y'all n***as Like LA n***as treated the LA Clippers (Verse 3: Cavalier) Cav evil, tab the pad with the tattoo needle Tap that a**, now she gon' sleep in the fetal Can't get no satisfact to equal my appetite for herb If my actions concern, you people just know concern Betta go mind yo b', yo hoe outta line, mind yo b' I come with mine, BYOB All you can be is soft, I'm hard like crease with spray starch Clean clocks on Easter, heath sharp like a priest But a beast play a n***a and guitar With a lock for e's, u's, r's, we grind on sheets Plenty dimes, I spend time with ... but my piece Shiit, but fee fi fo fum I smell dro blunts The chief got a nose for peef Temtempo-peedic, get outta my space Get outta myspace, Cav takin' office and swingline staplers (Verse 4: Has-Lo) Yo, attract to me, black fast blender Rap for the act rippers, gla** livers Crack, liquor, have bad liquors It'll all work out more or less short of respect Night check to the corner ca**ette Bet is pricy, lot of ill sh** on my block happened nightly Uh, don't got much more than that When I take it to the crib I'mma write like I'm in the dub shack LBC sh**, PHI sh**, yo, you could see me, I be here on my sh** Come off the top of the head, yo when I rhyme The system be cling to the red Leave you dead, the whites, this is me, errday, errnight Out of sight like Lion-o with the sword, right? Yeah, you know it from the 80' cartoon sh** Yo, when I'm k**in' just like this, yo (I dunno) (Verse 5: yU) I ain't hopin' ? Hooties hot darker in skin' has been in the sauna sh** is truer than a movie, man, we livin' in one Over rims you get shot like the tip of the drum Buy my ? income ova yo crib for the dumb You know, under the pillow, if the sneaker get done Ratio was 10 to 1 when you lived in the slum So pay attention to yo young, henchmen he among Outta breath, you neva find nobody ling you alone You in the wind, lookin' blown, not a fin where you from I turn my pen to a gun, ends the clip, I let it drip to the drum I spit a gin phlegm straight from the tongue I like being on the mic and I resemble the sun Vince Mark give a spark to all the ignorant numb Errybody want the crime, but don't admit to give ones(?) Sometimes these so called hotters be the zin-toness ones (Outro: Apollo Brown) I play round with these words, keep it fly Someday you gonna die Product test me, why you, n***as has long bunch o' rides n***a, might just have to woop yo a**, simple as that

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