PREP - PREP Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Jah Aurum] Welcome to the magic show PREP cypher, we in here Let's go [Pre-verse sample] You better watch your step [Verse 1: J Dubs] I been tryna make it on the radio; they still won't play me though Rap about getting faded out in Vegas, that's they favorite show Wish I could get some time like Steven, don't even know The reason that these peeps committing treason on that cla**ic flow Raps still elastic yo, that elasticity Cause these lyrical gymnastics, my competition history Allergic to my flow, well they could pop an antihistamine I could get this mint and then I'll cleanse their mouths like listerine Listen to me, you know I spit that truth Not yet getting blasted by the media, still in my youth Am or fm, I pop em like exum Balling like Australia, male Iggy Azalea All I got is this mic cause that's my rap paraphernalia Step to me, I'll make you cover up like genitalia Radio rappers blow up? I'm soon to be derailing ya Check, check, uh You know these bars ain't for sale, but y'all eat em up kit kats Quick to categorize me with Eminem or RiFF RAFF Due to my pigment, that's just a figment Of your imagination, connecting ish like ligaments Guess you ain't in my cla** like girls obsessed with Asian station Amazing [Verse 2: Thamal] Uh huh, I agree, you better watch your step Before you slip, trip, dip, quick, and see just how inept You are when it comes to text, I'm always first, never next Forever blessed, and ??? Alpha, beta, gamma, my grammar hammer I hit you with the strength of a verbal samurai ??? my head Fill it with words, phrases, bricks I lay on the cypher foundation My life without patience And I hate it, but, I also love it ??? needing Hubble to see me through the perfect bubble Then I left my shovel, verses found and buried And I ain't leaving in a hurry, in fact I think Imma go find my pen and paper sit myself down and write another rap Man, I spit them 24 karat facts, so take another crack I'll throw another molotov and show you why they call you wack [Verse 3: Kendall Screen] Yeah, dressed up to fine dine Don't mind if I rhyme Cuz these rap times and crimes hurt your body like Grime... -r Like the Pokémon, you know I'm about to ??? like magic Cover up like Johnson like a baby bottom got beat When I was ??? Now I got no self-esteem, my whole life is blotted Now I'm back and I gotta fly high Started like a rich kid, in a rich school Thinking that I'm so cool, but I'm not, I'm a fool Acting like a tool, headphones playing so loud You could rock me on cloud... 9 The main dish is served, you got what you deserved I've never used a gun, should I make another pun? Nah man, I'm done, and I would show you something But I'm about to give ??? This sh** was never rehearsed, you heard first [Verse 4: Archduke Redcat] I have to laugh, this cat asked for raps I'm grinning like a winner, man, I bring cla** to cla** Mind heads to the future, I've been past the past But the flow is 90s like Jam Master's back Acknowledge my knowledge and respect the intellectual lyrics When you hear it you should fear it and what comes next Nevertheless, get nothing less than the best I'm blessed with the text, that vexes the rest Man, who would've guessed that me- I would rap with the raddest of cadence So funky ingest the fragrance Take the bait and get overtaken Undertow'd by undertones and my spectacular vernacular; Hold the Holy Grail and pour out my flow for these amateurs Rap, k**ing it, bringing it back Smack, you never look at me like that You're wack, and all of your moronic raps Are smelling like bad booty crack and that is a fact Like how I'm the dapperest rapper straight off the crapper I'm crafting these platinum tracks that'll capture me racks on racks So call me Future... or someone with actual talent Rap stallion: horsepower like cars from Italia Gold medal level, whatchu got, a knock-off medallion? Check your best s-word verse my verbal battalion Get it? Because like, "S-word" that's a sword, yo These lines tight like a cornrow I make cla**ics when I'm bored yo Watch my flow capsize your lowly boat and know That my mind explode with lines like my mentos and coke [Verse 5: Yahya] See, thanks for the tip but I make my earning in slips Waiting on journey in red robes and gold bars Since rap is gold chains and fast cars, ha They never caught my attention because this is redemption no hype or pretending Screw happy endings in verse the truth hurts a lies worse Slip a red pill first I lie cursed my self worth dispersed reversed then lost unearthed In two seas of green eyed seen through light beams my life streams my one dream Deferred See once a coward I lacked the power in my darkest hours My blood ran in showers then chose the lightest flower Fell off the tallest tower Shoulda tripped and made the fall shorter but chances are that's a tall order Live life no applause since fames a feckless cause Toss the gauze off the wound there's no room for improvement My bars are already the tightest and all my verses are righteous they got that rhythm and movement Fans grooving and haters bruising if they snooze they lose and choose a quick descent Before the flame quick repent to make a winged ascent Lack of faiths for the brainless ill just face this reality Because combat's mortal, fatality, but id do it again That's dedication to my inspiration She had me down bout my place in society and then they lied to me and then they tried to side with me Burning inside of me resides ash from mistakes made decidedly My lonely soul is filled with riches and I'm willing to split them to me no chances are given Richly made poor decisions self made self staged so match is met and made remissive Reminiscent of a constant threat thought I could safely bet It wasn't setting in... odds are I wasn't betting to win but Spotted next level with Jake and Jahmir and look im willing to share But their my only competition most of yall are broke records Repetition up and coming in the wrong position but look The recognition I thought I earned I'll never deserve as I lie broken and burned With my smoking token of regret I say hold your breath Whoevers next Maybe stop and rest cuz ya better watch your step [Verse 6: Jah Aurum] Seriously, girls is either feeling on me, or they're cheering for me Everyone else is steering clear or they're fearing, it's me The realest MC in this vicinity, me and this mic be giving off a synergy Almost as hard as the Holy Trinity You're giving me everything, don't you ever try to limit me or mimic me Keep talking crazy, get your wig split like lickety At your show, bro, that's where the crickets be I should call you Jiminey, picture me in Sicily Sipping tea, while the epitome of symphonies is sent to me from a higher entity The crazy part is that's something you could probably begin to see cause how else would it be so frequently be ripping the beat It's either that or Biggie's living through them vicariously and that facade man its scary to see Cause you are a mere veneer for what is really sincere What really is there is not nearly what you make it to be Imma take what I need and leave, no need to make it a scene You can't relate, homie, sorry, you wasn't the heat Taking a beat if you caught the shakier knees Yo, the tar matched the skin cause we was paving the streets So basically, you're wasting your breathe but I give ya an E for effort and your girl she be taking the well, uh, you know what I mean Yo, they wondering "You sure this just a hobby?" if i wasn't caught school, clothes and girls you prolly wouldn't have a job See, I'm hotter than wasabi, don't you worry about where I be I mean I thought that it was obvi but I guess I gotta make things clear I'm a trendsetter with a vendetta, better send better, all the do is make my pen redder I'm the start of something great like the tenth letter At this point I think I'm the greatest MC in a ten thou mile radius For all of us who jaded threw shade at us the mark I'll leave in your cranium is craterous. Here, let me help you make a buck Imma throw a party you can cater us brah Yeah until they realize the common knowledge that they kid is Dalai Lama when his rhyming, yeah, shaman with the stars aligning ain't no signs of stopping now, even room for commas and the line of bull they be feeding you you will constantly be gobbling and swallowing many problems that me and my comrades are in all arising cause they don't like us chiming in Its sickening to me, but hey what can I say man 16 year a slave homie you could call me Solomon