Epistra - NAMG CYPHER I lyrics

(Verse 1: LKD) LKD, the time is upon us They laid flowers on his grave, the rappers who were astonished Amazed, by words he used to use to admonish The dishonest, and raise the people up to be scholars And so he woke, out of eternal slumber Words echoed from the heavens, like infernal thunder Panic hugged those using flows to plunder With malice, crushed bones, struck foes asunder Cut throat, brush strokes with his pen, they wondered If he'd ever known fear, all he knows is hunger Ever since the age of 10, he was plagued by visions A sage once said his name to escape a prison The flow is too draconian, ancient Babylonian Studied every leader from Eissa to Napoleon Before he spits the ether downs a litre of petroleum And people who hear it stand behind him like a podium He's on another gradient, the rhymes are too salient They wrote it on the web, you can't k** him if he's radiant! A genius or a poet, a prophet or an alien Spits it in Arabian, Aramaic, Akkadian! (Verse 2: Alistotle) HA! back with them raps Bask in the glory of my lads Back to the pens and the pads I come back to combat like I was Batman Blow my mind cause I am my number one fan! I keep panting on the mic, ain't a pantomime It's a pandemonium I still manage to perfect a rhyme Every time I write one, I been having doubts tho Who am I? I'm a John Doe What do I know? Call me Jon Snow! Cause I do know nothing, but that means I'm up to something It's my time to stop the bluffing Without a doubt it's all an act that I call art So I'ma take the scenic route I may say I need a break, a change of pace This is a game; I make mistakes I change my face! Ain't living up to expectations cause infatuation Made me reach a phase where I just lost my faith! This the case and hell with fame I just rhyme and wrap my soul in cellophane Cause my life is on the line My heart is on my sleeve My dying day is near I am relentless, and I am not reckless I will master d**h like my Harry Potter necklace (Verse 3: NA Bill) Life's a ha**le so I hustle In the path there's puddle the reason that reality Doesn't seem subtle So I gotta buy some heels and make up Cause my life is short and ugly And they keep telling me study the greats Then my music is purely for educational purposes Cause all I wanna do is make them records When the DJs drop the needles it tattoos your ears, get it? We're in a judgmental age but where the lawyers at? People goin' broke tryna look rich I might just draw a cartoon and get incarcerated Freedom of speech? Freedom deceased! That's why every morning we be mourning on the pa**ed thoughts And every dawn we cry upon our self acclaimed mascots And in the evening we forget the past and play The lying jury hailing "long live the pharaohs" ALL DAY This is no more a subliminal diss to Mr. President And to all them haters Even lasik won't help you see how far I'm going But if you really wanna know Check the location set on my navigation Bill (Verse 4: Mandou) Everybody knows I'm a beast And I barely sleep I got these rappers tapping out n***a I'm the king of the streets My reality is a dream That's something you'll never reach I'm like mMartin giving a speech You're just a dog on a leash Individually smoking While I'm throwing up the deuces On the road to happiness I got the homies and we cruisin' Believe me it's a journey And we going all in You can say we the Warriors Everyday we ballin' Yes Yes I'm a living legend Everyday I'm making records I'm a rebel, never settle Playing chess Check Taking over the world Day by day Everybody scared they going home I'm the best Yes I see no competition They chillin' , I'm always winning Forcing them into submission Didn't get the chance to miss'em Musician in a deposition They treating me with suspicion But I really don't need permission Cause I got the ammunition And I got you haters wishin' That I would stop with dissin' I'm in the studio making history You cooking in the kitchen And I will never stop So you better run when you see the fire that I'm spittin' bruh