Majestic Gage - The D.I.T.C. Ent. Cipher lyrics

[Verse 1: Majestic Gage] First off I'd like to state that most you n***as are garbage, b Saying this wholeheartedly so you never got to pardon me I do this flawlessly, cause it's flowing through my arteries They not as hard as me, junior varsity with their artistry What's up with all these rappers, seems their train of thought is narrow Funny style n***as with strange choice in apparel These words barely travel cause the situation's fragile Label executives scraping the bottom of the barrel Got me in the underground, going hard from the gravel Whoever's at the surface's on the wrong side of the barrel Sickest with the precision, crossbow with the arrow Hit you in the your Ralph Lauren, knock the n***a off the saddle They not soldiers in fatigues, they're just dojas and fatigued Mascot n***as talking to the owners of the league Claim they known for pushing ki's, which is rather hard to believe Just some s**er MCs that be rolling with the D's Inherited my talent from my great-grandfather's grandson Bar for bar, they don't wanna shoot the fair one Throw their hardest punchlines but could barely land one Then try playing foul, but I still score, my n***a, and one Don't care about your Phantom, where you rockin' your shines out Sonning corny rappers, I'm 'bout to put 'em on timeout Have 'em standing in a corner, facing a wall See that's what happens when the Flipper's in a tank with the Jaws Come on [Verse 2: A-Bless] Flow is premiere, star in the game You n***as wired, like guitars and the strings Spar with the king, you could never knock me down If you don't know, then you sleeping, Pacquiao A-Bless -- when I was young, my mother stayed stressed Cause I pushed pieces on the block, I ain't play chess Swagging, whatever belt, pants sagging Throwing bands, now these b**hes on the bandwagon Will shoot, vest on, steel boots b**hes say he got a little gut, but he still cute Post with the grams, no filter, you got me? You n***as live for that Instagram, n***a not me Watch me, what you gonna do when the money come? Then I ball hard with my n***as 'til the money done Then we get the money up again, make a money run I got money now, put up money to get money done n***as don't know 'bout it, eyes D, no wallet High like a jet, me and Izzy, he the co-pilot Mad cause I do more, GT two-door Big, moving like a U-Haul, n***a you too small My n***as gonna f** any b**hes we like Standing on the couch in the club, like, "What it be like?" It's dark, but I got my ice on, you gon' see light Do it for my n***as locked up that won't see light I'm gone [Verse 3: Tashane] I'll prolly be up top sitting with six felonies And violent from the bullsh** a b**h telling me Reading a book called "n***a" by Dick Gregory It's giving me insight, listen and get well with me When night falls, you could get your life lost Blacks fighting in white wars belong in psyche wards If they like yours, give it up or get sniped off Cause they hungry, putting ones together like pause All these rappers now say they got the molly And hold weight, bet they roll on you like a dolly A bow eight , waiting for a come-up in the lobby With no cake, 'bout to risk it all for a cold plate I'm starving, start to look at my peers different Don't use my mouth much, just let my ears listen Jail got me f**ed up, swear I could hear prison The cell doors locking, still keeping a clear vision I'm spitting soul culture, see y'all scared, I'm so vulture Demolish the track with no OSHA Let's toast to me spitting fire, got halatosis I'll roast yah-- it's light like mimosa I told yah I'm flaming, aiming They set traps but I never fell in, I'm Raymond I tell facts like Diggin' In The Crates is on the rise again Watch you fall in the eyes of men Fort Apache [Verse 4: A.G.] Now I'll diss your favorite rappers all at the same time Line 'em all up, put us on the other side Let's get it, yeah n***a, Bronx embedded Feel like I was born on Cedar and Sedgewick Time's up, cause I'm up So many G's in my circle, this ain't a cypher, this a line-up Play with the purple, no rehearsal Do this for Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal It's Show and A 'til I backseat to Earth And how you the king, when I was crowned since birth? And how you a gangsta, you running 'round with a murse? How I'm under arrest, when I'm just smoking the Earth? Yeah, you in a verse to message me Obama the president, I voted for Eric B Mob style, guerrillas on the compound Bronx bound and we don't calm down What!?