Chris Rivers - Three Wise Men | Cypher 2 lyrics

[Oswin Benjamin - 1st verse] Yo Cannot see the finish line to this Aryan race I'm running from [?] from empty leaders Who studied them laws of manipulation [?] Some are a failure To father their self-esteem Springing malice forward [?] I seek love and affection But get caught in redemption I'm the flaw and perfection My good intention Has skewed [?] hell for heaven But that's it for a second I [?] from aggression Do all I can for the insurance My flow's progressive Okay, I'm back with it So I've seen That divinities are my jeans So I really do slack with it Consciousness of a black cricket Ventriloquist; I'm pulling strings To a sizzle of voiceless dummies that lack wisdom A bunch of half-christians [?] roleplaying an active victim I'm just a [?] Nothing but a travelling pilgrim Who don't believe in religion See, I believe in building this culture [?] agroculture Water down the soil of disbelief Planting millions [?] keys to the kingdom With the belief that God is always on time Order my steps But I'll find the shoes to fit me online I cried when I went to [?] The cuban links on my arm In exchange for like seven days [?] My train of thought turns styles every swipe See, I ain't write this to outshine the last cypher But give old heads and new n***as a good reminder That we get playin' with ya These wise men are controlling sh** With no gaming system Stay in yo lane, and fellas Some races ain't made to finish I'm from a couch And wooden floors with my mattresses And a bag of Doritoes is all I ate for dinner [?] If y'all don't see me You see the hunger My [?] sharing the same plate, n***a Kendrick Lamar, Ghostface, Cyhi the Prynce, Reakwon I Love y'all, but no I need that spot I need everyone of your fans I need [?] holding hands I need the world to see that he has God Not that he has bars [?] So they see past ours And through our scars They can see that God's working And even when I try to [?] I'm reminded To be the one you gotta [?] Preach! [Chris Rivers - 1st verse] Rolling dough [?] Learn to either fly Or go extinct just like a Dodo Chasing toto popos When they put my soul in chokeholds So this coco bu*ter caramel complexion is a no-no Han Solo, flying solo With the [?] I'm the best - don't gotta say it It's implied like homeless hobos No hoes commit [?] [?] Been the sh** since sh**ting diapers Fighting crimes as Mojo Jojo, wow Smoking on that Powerpuff Known to hold a mountain up Atlas balance smashes Going at it with my father's stuff Hoping that he's proud of us [?] Surprised my eyes ain't blue And my hair turn blond when I power up Super when I'm saying sh** Trooper when I aim for hits Uber when I slay a b**h Kuba when I'm slinging bricks Cooler like I came from ships Ruler like my name is Rick Scuba, what you saying Chris? Working deep like sing with fish Chris angel angles I'm magician But the writtens known to Strip you n***as down And carry ones Like short division [?] Often mimicked by my vicitims [?] n***a listen I'm next to nothing I'm first me forever [?] So don't ask me about my pops, Joe or Terror Squad No disrespect [?] Work to f**ing hard to keep it clean f** a disinfect [?], no Ajax, no comment Unless it's post-apocalyptic post from Nostradamus [?] Leave a comment, aye Shout-out to the shelter system f**ed up but I felt conditions That felt deficient And made me realize I felt deficience So, started penning lectures [?] together Slept on floors Stod cold 'Cause they [?] my beds and sweaters Always getting better OCD - notice that we flow with ease Potency that matches all the weed That you get overseas Born to be a legend in these frozen sheets In the open never had to see No [?] Holy [?] Openly I gotta say I do this for respect To kick back d**h To spit raps best For kids that stress To live that bless For chick's mad s** For that big a** check And for that throne that I ain't get back yet n***a Rivers! [Denzil Porter - 1st verse] Hands up with me Come on - Rock with me, rock with me! Hay (Hay x6) Os stay here real quick Check it Look They picked this heart Because they know I'm 'bout it OCD plus heartbeat like it's overpowered [?] so we roll this hour Gimme that I'm taking crowns from cowards Everything yours is ours And ain't no battery in my back; I'm solar powered Soning n***as like [?] My n***a Rivers ain't notice But most of these bros underscore Like under [?] A hoe should see I told him let her go [?] That hoe is like [?] (I Can't find anything [?]) Plus I got Soldiers [?] shoulder Even if my mountains ain't high enough You a stone to a boulder A swollen rat to a cobra I'm your vascular Dracula That's unmasking the phantom At every opera spectacular I know homies that be [?] And lose they homies often Y'all talking 'bout views And all they know is [?] I know them homies mad Because I told them hold their offers I let them burn they bridges Either that or throw 'em of it k** you Then I'll raid your tomb like Lara Croft would I find it ironic how watered down [?] I'm higher than this peace sign They're lower than my [?] I'm bound to f** the world Even if I have to pull up [?] [?] Look I'm just your savoir Coming into a clearence Condemning who ain't coherent [?] So ill even Koreans could hear it They want d** If you trust 'em Hit 'em with plugs Like Caribbean parents [?] My movement is winning My mood is [?] This garbage ain't get so popping That they could use it for shipping [?] pull up So much they think it's [?] More than pink eye when I drop If you ain't true to my vision Moving [?] My mechanics are different Give your girl an exorcism Have her mattresses lifting That's spinning Or shifting If you even [?] Net stalk after treason That's even agaisnt the odds And uh "You think Superman [?] Christopher Reeve [?] Porter f**ing around [?] [?] statements [?] when I write." Impersonating angry Os With Chris' teeth stuck in the mic UH! [Intersection] What the f**? This n***a talk.. I got it x3 You go it? I got it f** y'all n***as Hold this sh**, hold this sh** Hold up Chris [Oswin Benjamin - 2nd verse] That was mean Man, can't believe this kid Just to making [?] think he [?] But he' lacking in seasoning Another incense-burning, no-sock-wearing [?] Really bouncing dance hard n***a Making guns with his fingers You look like [?] 'fore his hair was knotted Poor Denzil Porter's my Porta Potty I'm sh**ting on his dark skin, n***a [?] [?] from the cartel When the vibes went missing Os winning Never winded Like a cool breeze between Chris' teeth When he' whistlin' God done sentenced this n***a' tongue to a life in prison But with a gap like that You ain't gotta floss, n***a (No, n***a) Like not at all, n***a (not at all!) That separation is like a partner that got caught slipping And when you smiling at wind At times you'll get frost bitten I'm not at all finished, wait Don't [?] either, Chris Your mouth's got a pause in it [?] You take a sip out of a gallon of water And drink all of it And he recorded it Nah, I'm just kidding with you But if your mouth was set up like a 2-3 zone Well it would have no problem split in the middle See I'm the one Black magic [?] Y'all n***as can't f** with [?] Here's a little pun for Little Pun No matter how big you get Or how BIG you get You'll never hold the weight to get up out your father's shadow Yeah, that's how you handle bars Pedalling through a bar battle Little stinking n***a You mad Cause I showed what everyone else was thinking, n***a! [Chris Rivers - 2nd verse] I want Oswin's beat, I want Oswin's beat! Oswin: The only man that need panoramic cameras on cat scans You get it? 'Cause his for.. I mean his twelve head is next to the gods Young whoopi need a [?] You look like someone dropped And sh**ted out a predator doll I know you heard of restraints One more inch of circumfrence Might just have murdered your neck Wait.. Is that a jersey or dress? I know you're masking your masculinity But a mask ain't the remedy I don't think they make masks for [?] jeeps How are you holding up n***a? You literally got the whole world on your shoulders, my n***a I know you moving 'bout 'Cause you were born to [?], my n***a Just be [?], my n***a I thought I told you, my n***a And Denzil You mad frail Punch your chest And make your shoulders touch [?] You had a bachelors in Golden Krust Your career is like your islands, bro It just ain't holding up Holding up [?] You smoking off, ohh Young Flame I ain't finished yet (wuuuh) My last line is like your hairdo, partner I just ain't pick it yet And I can save [?] minutes or less You [?]-looking, chicken-[?]-cooking, [?]-shooking, could-fit-the-fish-smell and fish-and-chips-[?] Fake Jamaican 'Cause your accent Just ain't as great as this set is Yo, Os! If your forehead was a state It'd be Texas Now check it Denzil, [?] and I [?] You just wanna be a [?] Looking like.. like so bad It's so sad But f** it We live with these teeth [?] weak pose, dog But f** it, let's hear it It's Rivers! [Denzil Porter - 2nd verse] Uh... uh whatever Here we go with those jerk chicken and curry jokes I'm coming for the chip Appreciate those [?] Hurry folks I know these are buddies So I'll be curteous Os can see the wind coming Why you wore that jersey dress? Chris fighting [?] And he ain't even thirty yet Os can't get why I earned Don't even have a shirt to press Throw Rivers in his last name Cement to further dept [?] I ain't [?] yet Chris - why you skin look like dirty teeth? Os you [?] burger beef And then you go to D.R for surgery On that forehead And I bet you could think fast And you hide behind that seashell But your head so big I get you with king crab But enough of that Let's go ahead and [?] it up Go ahead and laugh it up And realize the whole crowd is backing up And I know you got goals So you're running Got sick and tired Of sitting down and your front teeth Pocking holes in your stomach Yeah I'm Jamaican So ladies I can take what I wanted Oswin's girl I've been jamming Like a face on a hundred Left the place in the basement With some cases of rum, and Complaining that he growing backwards Who press Benjamin bu*ton You're always mad, motherf**er Dag, motherf**er That's why you're a fan of all these sad motherf**ers Every new Drake prop It just be touching his mood Just make sure you wear condoms As you f** with his views And Rivers Notice the game I thought this sh** done changing So ahead of my time He's still dissing Young Flame See what happens when sh** gets to your head? It gets real I got Oswin by the dreads And Rivers by the grill Causing damage anything I'm just standing I let 'em have it Had to challenge ourself As noone else accept the challenge [Outro] And it's closed n***a It's closed like Oswin's jersey dress Nah, nah, nah It's closed like Chris' gap After forty years of braces, n***a Nah, nah, nah It's closed like- like the opposite of- of Oswin's snapback Ay it's closed, n***a, it's closed Team Backpack make some noiiseeeeee!!!