Sicknature - 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 a**aults 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 b**hes that done hit in the six digits "Big Business"! Swizz, Ca**, & 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 n***a 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-I-C in this reflective lens Worse than David Berkowitz with a burner gripped Aimed and exerting his murderous urges with a**ertiveness! 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 f**ing 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 sh** About the price they paid when we holla'd the cost of it! Spartacus can't call a quits. 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! Motherf**a! Whatup! Cypher God... Cypher God... Cypher God... CYPHER GOD! ! !