Dirty Sanchez - THE PE CYPHER (PT 1 & 2) lyrics

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Dirty Sanchez - THE PE CYPHER (PT 1 & 2) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Statik Selektah] Live and direct from New York City, my name is Statik Selektah, the show-off This ain't no awards show but we 'bout to win with this cypher Pro Era, CJ Fly where you at? [Verse 1: CJ Fly] Pro Era 47 Go get that Thee Way Eye See It The sh** is out, yeah k** 'em Pro's? k** 'em? (yeah!) Ain't never meet Someone iller than some meat with salmonella We go in with the flow like salmon in the river Made so many hits, no Catch 22 Gotta drive to get the cake you old bats better batter up too We got the mitts to beat you Go ahead or go long It's me who ya' k**in' I'm always feeling her up Love letting me hold the cups, sh** get frisky Up for grabs like ooooo I hear the liquid cat's fishy We'll just wait till this dogs finish his swimming Catch it when we catch it threw it at me, a conflict in the kitchen Palms of fingers itching Figured out if I'm k**ing 'em then that's gon make me richer This money ain't a joke I won't play dumb so I won't get it A instrumental tempo strings to make it come to spin it The truth I bent it, the rules I bend it Taking selfies with fans, we 'pendent Steal your girl, my crew some f**ing bandits Could you imagine in a year I don't have my f**ing pendant? Fly [Verse 2: Dessy Hinds] Yo, if you want it bring your army I'm sure they can't arm me Send your best to harm me Lyrical sk** with more power than calibres spitting calmly Revolving promptly 'round Godly spirits Breaking false seeing mirrors Spearing one's not on top like the Pyramids sharp appearances n***as is fearing the exterior to the interior Only in fear of the child cause ya'll style's are so inferior Sick like malaria, and my food for thought rap bacteria These motherf**ers is s**ers screaming but we ain't hearing em Tearing layers from natures creator Ain't no debaters exchanging more modulators from vocal style obligators Hashing brown for that rolling paper Might just spray the vapor for these rapping respirators I leave on a respirator Originator for flaming the record like a filet in the oven Lay these tracks down like a filet in the oven 360 bubbling while ya brain busting sh** could never add up when my brain summons ya'll rap n***as to the Era chamber dungeon Whooooooooo!! [Verse 3: Nyck Caution] Aye, aye, aye, check, check When I die I'm prolly lit, I blame the ounce though Well that's cool, 'cos every body bag got a zip It's Nyck b**h don't doubt it I'm lost until I found myself a route in my allowance, pounds upon you cowards I'm a competitor, no, I'm a come predator Run through by your spot until you never spot it anymore Never followed anymore, Twitter swallowed everyone Really man, you think you gets it popping on that cyber war? Profit is the object, we never style anymore Not a child anymore, I'm wild you ain't ready for the fouls I'm exploiting Vials full of poison that I'm leaking Better vaccinate your child 'fore I reach him Pledge to this flag, we don't know no allegiance Dog eat dog, life's a f**ing b**h with no leashes Everything is repetition for the last month I got offers, stayed cautious, still Caution Got offers, stayed cautious, still Caution [Verse 4: T'nah Apex] Yes we can, can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) And I'm gone I don't wanna be the one to hurt your day But you can't runaway, gonna see what was said at the [?] ... Power lez, how I lack? Call for the feds but it's not going to add 2 plates 2 place mats A hard and a light ma** All the mathematics balanced A love, hey do a Lee Man it's what's to do with me Never skip the set to let my spirit free... Think that's gonna stop me? Fireball of energy so let them come gas me [Verse 5: A La $ole] It's Corleone, $wa*k Rock, Corleone, check Go get that 'Thee Way I See It', that's the way I see it Gotta' low sport charm, I Jordan so calm I'm known to rock a Swa*k, they call me A la Juwon With a postmortem flow, gotta' porsche motor flow' This sour got horsepower, we zoomin' through ya' zone She got me screwed up, said I'm a tool for nuttin' She a s** machine fiend with a malfunction Actin' out, frontin, said a n***a' stuntin' But I could a dump a new regulation like it's nuttin' I does it, mean I done did it, crushed it and k**ed it We pending out higher suppliers give me pot to sk** it You a small fry, short but walk high We looking down at you n***a's with a hawk's eye Dragging n***a's off the track when I talk by The photo style, turn and roast ya'll Uh, we livin' your dream and we up in ya region, my n***a's be tryin' to reach ya' The reason n***a's will never be iller because my n***as are the best Better get your feet wet You're swimmin' around when n***a's be creepin' Dangerously, don't play in the sea, it's plain to see We take it so you die of thirst, you in a vacant seat I'm too real, bringing truth to your make believe We too sick, it's a dozen of us sh**ting nouns You should of known that a dime would have hold you down I faced half an ounce, but never see me stress I'm old - Oh f** you n***a's [Verse 6: Dyemond Lewis] Ok I really like that It's the super slackers The s*utty slackers The s*utty slackers slackers it's the s*utty sluggy slackers yo It's the slackers the s*utty Ladi dadi Slacks like to party hard Hardly ever sober, rolled a fresh pack of Marley's God golly g, golly g I am b**h respect it I get up in her ovaries when I ejected My words contraceptive Contact my dealer Contact detect microphone when I feel her Uh! A little threaten My swa*k is my weapon I walk with it, verbally a**ault with it I spit like Poseidon these flows you get lost in it Raw [Verse 7: Swa*k Master Raw] Which motherf**er tried to steal my flow? Eenie meenie miney mo? Step in, bust a swa*k through the front do' Surprise! kicking n***as out the window Who want protest the real Don Gorgan, push it Pushin' herb from Kingston out to Brooklyn Where n***as get tooken I see you shivering Check the flavor Swa*k Master is delivering Lyrical simile to stimulate your mind Hypnotize all you people when I hop on to the mic In fact we do this for boom bap rap To just keep y'all n***as in check though x4 [Verse 8: Dirty Sanchez] Dirty want his money right now And his credit I deserve my respect for this sh** that I imbedded I am better than them n***as who pretended that they them n***as Who be lying to them n***as who be buying they sh** (woo!) f** the government that's word to my brother man From the 5th Flo' You won't get fed if your mouth is closed That's something he told me The 47 Og's running it low key Ha! I'm still Dirty and I'm still 7:30 My vision is still blurry so picture perfect ain't really certain Blind b**h baby, does the cover match them curtains? Still couldn't block my shine Chakras divrine 33rd degree Fresh 47 embroidery Pro Era property, no loitering Can't say my whole team's eating yet But I'm cooking up a mess Where syringes were pressed: dirty kitchen I'm spillin' all my kids on her dress, Started living what I'm thinking Decider, we next stop Stop and then frisk Slaughtering pigs anybody can get it We shooting stars, now make a wish I'm rocking skins like the skins we rocking Powerpuff smoking on that blossom We're running the game and this sh** is exhausting But we don't give a f** cause this sh** is awesome 47 [Verse 9: J.A.B] Sitting in my coffin, still contemplating jumping Steez told me how to function now we got them n***as bumping Please say something so we can't them start dumping Nah , we got them shooter but we rather be penman movers Moving by the pound Not a sound when we come around Why? Cause we move in silence All my n***as holding down 47 for the crown But y'all already know, the Pro's suppose to blow Swa*k on overlord for you poser Joes Jocking flows, someone send these s**er n***as out the do' Please let them know they can't have nothing of what we coming for Edited etiquette, excellent at this rapping sh** Percs' and hallucinogen got me thinking where to begin The weed transcends to a darker place where kings live Let knowledge to the Og's when a legend tell their stories Got damn what it seem Feel like it's a dream f** reality my n***a we make it what it seems Waddup! [Verse 10: Kirk Knight] I'm from a place where you'll catch a Pelé If you bust a slug, it's no love, cops, robbers and thugs And the ultimatum is what the altar made them when you is young 'Cuz them Crips and Bloods made ya bust guns like, "Dog" Hold the heat down, my conduction on the street is but a small world Gotta' eat now, live and direct God in the flesh, all I see is dollar signs and they in vests Black man hope, black, hold your chest She said nothing lasts forever, keep coming back 'hun Give me hot propulsion to 150 Suns The image of my mind bring the masterpieces Make hot feces, I like my plate how I feast it My theory is is E.M.V.(?), word to my J My achilles is livin' in the world where MC's is Ma** affected, Poseidon of rap I can see it all happened with the raps I spawned Should of sinned but I guess ya'll walk, give me a gla** for the mazel tov Give me a gla** for that mazel tov And one balled too hard, such a star The energy I give off I run conEd [Verse 11: Joey Bada$$] Guess who's back again I'm known to make a f**er lose oxygen Get sparked off in toxic drops of gin Wait, stop, drop it in, roll over Is what I told her, don't play games, I can't console her Hand it over to the God like a controller We overload her, she froze up, it was over The Pros expose her, her ex propose her They be like, "You ain't that hot", I know But they still knock my door asking 'bout Jay Hova My witness, label me, not the Cohen I got the sickness, hit this, get fixed with the quickness, right Another J, J blow like dynamite The other day, I was poor, dine I might Had nothing but a empty appetite Now I live a crazy emcee rapper life Big tings ah gwan, top shotta k** 'em every show, rank's up like Shabba Mr. Lover flow, hot off the top like lava though I'm too hot, still sk**ing the pot Turn ba** metals into gold They ain't think alchemy before I go Yummy, let me wrap up my meat then explode Who am I? The fiery Pro