Pro Era - RapFix Cypher lyrics

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Pro Era - RapFix Cypher lyrics

[Sway] Here we go, here we go, here we go Yeah, yeah, man We just accumulated some of the sickest emcees to touch the mic This the new generation, the now generation Movin' hip-hop into the future They all spitters, welcome to RapFix This a Pro Era takeover Who's first to rock, man? [Verse 1: Dessy Hinds] I'm what you get on the fifth with bloodiness sittin' on the cuttin' list Numbness and boom bristles and tissues leadin' up to what you scopin' with Hold deadly weaponry straight from the West Indies It could make you rest with ease Ready to slice your craft for some extra cheese Extra terrestrials know that I extra please Know when I give them extra knees I make fools at the extra knees Now come through with the extra B's I got the extra C's I can make anybody fly overseas over C's [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Rap circles 'round rap circles, ya team is squares And popsicles, my team's fared obstacles Impossible to get around 'em Got'cha surrounded cycle the block, drop bicycles wildin' Piggy eaters in the kitchen servin' up Italian What's the recipe he dishin' today, some Shaolin Mix of B.I.G., addition to Jay A little Zulu stylin' and the best vibe from the islands Now that's a real deal meal But tick it the clock go still So I'm not gon' chill until my whole team across the map and back We been warnin' them since the first attack Now the A-bombs is ready to deploy, enjoy, the Pros been ready to destroy I said the A-bombs is ready to deploy, enjoy, the Pros been ready to destroy [Verse 3: A La $ole] Word to my brother man Steelo All my n***as in it for the win like a torpedo If ya flow tight, my flow vent toward Speedo My speed though, three [?] I'm finna remain the reason, so be gone Soul flow, solicitin' arithmetic like Modo Extractin' all the ignorance from radios But they don't play me though We the real kings here, you on a jamie flow Bell boy you would think I'm Hellboy, say ya grace Clickity-clack, boom, pow-wow, we runnin' up in ya space These rap n***as been wrapped up in the trap While I planted twenty bombs, be gone I am [?] Explosions overloadin' when I flex Pick up crack sock, feel my sole kickin' ya chest So don't forget my set, we will reset any threat Try your best but you comin' up in debt [Verse 4: CJ Fly] It's a heist I think it's safe to say that I'm the highest Always savor the highs Say your bars or say goodbye Keep ya guard up, only one that can savor your byes Prayin' when he hear ya cries Tyrna make paper on sight, when I'm tearin' ya eye Goddamn, I gotta live like the god that I am Her cleanliness is next to godly [?] I decided to start sweepin' the competiton [Verse 5: Dirty Sanchez] This got my chakras goin' crazy, maintain balance Or we can get lifted off the purp like Aladdin On the rug burnin' all hail mary from stars upside-down I'm satanic but I'm hell-bound I'm from the real city of sin since New York City built Split ends like kids from Chinchoti If you eatin' that [?] I'mma eat too Give me sick army fatigue so you can't see me Still always on the move, it's PE so you know the drill Screws loose and I didn't finish school That's for dropouts, tracks droppin' like rain when you feelin' the drought And yo' umbrella won't make it through So if they actin' like they real that don't make it true Make ya move, you confused when you thinkin' that you messin' with the few Yo, understand who it is, it's PE to you Top dogs got kin good but I'm kickin' the stools Four-seven [Verse 6: Kirk Knight] He gon' blow? Man, that's kinda iffy But fail to understand that I'm the drug in your kidneys Infection in urethra pissing ether through your kidneys p**y-eater for my kidneys So all y'all out there, son, it's what your kid needs And hell no, I ain't feelin' that great Mary Jane buried the flower of life I'm glad I ate I got a mainstress, I got two of the best strippers So they cross both sides, so occasion I say "scissor" I don't say "twerk", mama I say "raw" You gotta step them cookies if you tryna evolve Catchin' up Z's while y'all fade to black This is a little wild, weeded out my same pack Life savorin', they like night fall tryna blackball Made me 5,173 degrees Bring the heat, from bell scars to earnin' war bonds Politicin' with my nation and now Now that word is bond We movin' like the Jewish Now you, son, you dread the fact that we across the whole crib [Verse 7: Nyck Caution] Flip a quarter 'round some profit, now my mornin' proper Sour diesel, pick your poison, boys is boilin' product This wack sh** is comin' back But everything is digital I'm diggin' through the Internet and dealin' with the sinnin' through it Y-C-K, and I put it first And I put 'em in they place, put that puddin' in a verse I'm movin' through the city, from the ghetto to the 'burbs Y'all don't get this nevermore, but I'm Edgar to these birds, word Yo, loiterin' like I was unimportant I'm alone because I'm unemployed? Stu-stu-stutterin' you'll prolly blow the moment f** a plan B, once you ridin' that's ya only choice Like the rubber pop I got one option like a baby mother's crotch You either let this sh** die before it sprout But you can never underestimate what hasn't blossomed Yo, I keep my retinas peeled I'm the rest of you meal dwellers with jealous appeal Do not step to the good fellas, these weapons is real Pop a vessel, no respectin' his feel Peep the words out and leave an instrumental for real I been lyin' to my momma, though Tellin' her that I been doin' good, but I'm signin' off I ain't seen her face in two months Need to grind and make everything that I involve in these phone calls But I popped too many Tylenol Trouble on my mind, there's liquor in my Styrofoam Jugglin' my life, I just hope I never die alone Yo, you just gotta feel the purpose I ain't gotta chill, I ain't tryna chill with no more serpents I'm up with Rob Markson I'm a marks and I throw darts at your target Bulls-eye since I started I do this sh** at random Ay, yo, Sway, am I nice? (yes) Damn, I knew you had the answers [Kirk Knight] One thing I just wanted to say And that was a Kirk Knight production, man, we out here

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