Ciphurphace - Choose Your Style II: Butterfly Knife lyrics

(Verse 1 - C-Zar Van Gogh) I'm in the LAB - no coat on I'm getting high off the dro - no Codone I'm a Big Tymer - get your roll on I'm so on Juvenile four double-ozone N***a what you want on your Cold Stone? Hood slang, they can't decode us Feds want me in the cell like a protozoa But my nucleus is super thick Emcee with a hammer, and I'm too legit Can't touch me either, Super C-Zar (Verse 2 - Jake Palumbo) Integrity's what the label is based on Basically, you'll never keep pace with The Spaced God So I won't stop the flow Till I die on the throne, like the King of Rock N' Roll Politically correct, multi-cultural crew That pack automatic, multi-functional tools You won't survive in a world that is brutally cruel You say hold it down for SpaceLAB? I usually do.... (Verse 3 - Ed Ward) I'm raising winners up, word to Martin Sheen Jesus Shuttlesworth, when I'm on the green Tarantino tracks, if we talking scenes We X-men, b**h - do it by any means Special O.P.S. masked up, we be all creeping Running through that city, while you all sleeping SpaceLAB Round table yeah we all eating Blunts, papers and Svedka - a board meeting (Verse 4 - Ciphurphace) Immaculate rhythms and thunderous drum patterns We mastered this spittin' and we do it til the sun shatters This art form is sacred like temples where Buddha monks gather Better buckle up or get crumpled up like gum wrappers Dumb rappers get no respect - we crush rappers wit no regrets We about to fire shots like gun clappers that's holdin ' Tecs My crew worthy-earn stripes-we too dirty burn mics You're Route 3 - my flow's 95 like the New Jersey Turnpike (Verse 5 - Mike N.O.T.E.S) My style's unknown, like 2013 A.D Always catch me with a fly b**h, Zang Zee E The good die young, but the best die free I'm alive for the now, getting SpaceLAB cream Nah mean? You need your team to encourage you My bar's gat magic, Big Pun turkolou You can be a trendsetter, visionary And you'll still come up short like leap years, February (CHORUS - All) We going head-to-head, yo choose your style In hand-to-hand combat, you lose your crown Soon as the music hits, who's moving the crowd? Our style's too confusing, we losing 'em now (Verse 6 - Ollie OX) I'm running these streets like a crook with a purse With a hook & a verse, I put the woofer to work Ollie OX the monster, known to sport a human mask Rolling through the Cosmos, cruising through the moon & back With my bus pa**, and a ruck sack And one false tooth cause my sawed-off bucked back Went from ashes to full-fledged flame And I still keep breaking every rule in the game (Verse 7 - Mo Kofuma) ...I don't even know where to start at My Gotham Heights mobb deep, where ya heart at? Wow....so I'm dropping a poem Real high, uh rocking a philosopher's stone, so On the beat I strangle Mets cap titled at a 45-degree angle Iso-motion, always in control Basketball bud, I always pick and roll (Verse 8 - Jak D) bu*terfly effect, Jak To The Future bu*terfly knife, Jake you a bad-a** producer Plus you got a buncha fly effects on your Mac computer Jak maneuver through the Trap, click-clack go the Ruger Rude-a** ba*tard on point like a tack-tip My tactics are crueler, cla**ic MacGruber Best Rapper Denied Put a patch over my eye, and call me Fat Dick The Ruler (REPEAT CHORUS) Credits From Space Camp, released 01 January 2012 PRODUCED BY JAKE PALUMBO