Al Hostile - Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Jack CityZ] I'm in my second semester, the lectures festered and pestered I been stressin' to switch lessons To sectors set to embezzle the rebels Looked as pebbles from the levels of the reigns So when it rains Was pebbles, now several of the grains Insane from this College stint Not game for no blue collar sh** Own lane against the grain So f** your wave, and f** your barber b**h Don't garnish sh** Nay Two's doable, Three's accompany By four, that's an art form Quo three, that's real G Plot my apartheid, apart from these guys Ride to the Pharcyde with SlimKid3 and FatLip My 90's rap sh** The Uth's with me, influence kidney's Bobby & Whitney Probably slip CityZ a pill Heart on still k** The competition's real, and we're top mentioned Consider your pot pissed in My henchmen leave you cringin' off of tension fissions Efficient missions, never severed by the man Understand? Like lobsters, y'all weapons effected by bands [Verse 2: Ragz ba*tard] I Aristotle philosophies, like amazing prophecies At a high proficiency I have a tendency to flow by ministry Longing to be written down in history Tryna stay Krispy Kreme Bringing burns in the 3rd degree Putting flava in ya mouth like hickory Living in the present the way I'm coming down your chimney Don't have a conscious, b**h I been squashed Jiminy Life, Love and Liberty Convert my cell energy and mental capability And grow 8 tails like k**er Bee [Verse 3: Chuck Nimbus] Them hoes see the gold and they get so ratchet Now that's what the f** we call a chain reaction It's still the same fat jays we pa**in' She got high out her mind so she gave me the action No Bronson, but we be flossin' f** the caution when we often start moshin' Live life like the wheels on mobiles Steady rollin like I gave her free will to mo' pills The pressures pure, so we offer it Let a ho snag my dough, that's preposterous Spending like we got lots of it, straight stocks of it Got the birdies, so it's flocks of it Cause anyone that opened up that door for opportunity It's just you and me, so let that vibe stride fluently [Verse 4: Al Hostile] Al Hostile Get up in your lungs Where you from A land of lost and forgotten tongues Where there can only be one And I have already won Game, set, match These bars you won't catch Well at least on the first listen Got nice writtens That'll leave ya main chick quite smitten Admit it, I'm nice wit it The hotness that I transmit Make other rappers sick Sit and listen We out the solar system To the universe and beyond We got the planet in our palm Over Baghdad we the bomb like, uh Over Baghdad we the bomb like, boom [Verse 5: IiMZ] This is it, what Really ripping it up, so step up I'm known to kick bu*t quicker than hick-ups So if you slip up, you could get fixed up Pray there isn't a mix up Hit me with a hot beat and get your ba** kicked up The ba** gets bumped in places we can't name Spit til my face is in pages of publications Goodness gracious, sagacious creations Get your mic jacked, just might jack your mic-jack When I write, rappers like "Why didn't I write that?"