Crooked I - Cypher Of Bosses lyrics

[Crooked I] I'm giving n***as more bars than Vegas Boulevard Bars on deck, like Xanax, on a package full of card Bars on deck, like serving booze on a carnival cruise Until I be old as Methuselah, I'mma be hard as Medusa Seeing her own reflection, this is a bar fight Every lyric's a bar stool that I'm beating your solar plexus with I'm barbaric, as a barber named Eric I'm y'all parent, only thing I'm leaving to inherit Is a building with a liquor license So even when I die, I still give you n***as bars that y'all sharing Bar Em bar Jay, after them bar none I'm the best like when Kobe step into Barclay I'm dark liquor on the highest bar fixture, I'm top shelf I'm King Louis, I'm a star mixed with a czar Picture Adolf Hitler walking into a Bar Mitzvah You'll get f**ed up far quicker, soon as these bars hit ya That's when you're FUBAR I'll turn a listener into a prisoner getting transferred n***a, I give ya new bars We too hard, first time C.O.B hit the B.E.T cypher you'll see my crew bars [Julius Luciano] I'm never losing in a fight I get in you pussies like an intrauterine device You're friends can join the battle, add em in, I'm adamant While pulling ribs out of men through abdomen like Adam and Eve Every famous b**h can meet my co*k When I see Laila Ali I wanna see her box, what I mean, her twat You rappers phony, you don't treat this like art I'll pull your vocal cords through your chest, now speak from your heart I'll make you calm down dog, like Cesar Millan Julius probably transforming Diesel, he's in his prime I'll have you sliced up, delivered to your moms house in a box When she open it she'll have Little Caesar's in mind Shoe Gang's the very best, it's true man like Harry S I'm a few spades short of 52 cards, you can inspect a deck No Wu-Tang, no Red and Meth No 2Chainz, I'm wearing Techs I bare arms like a sweater vest Boom bang! Prepare for d**h [Kenny Siegel] Like studying archery with Parkinsons It ain't quite safe to spar with me I'm far from being a Lightweight I'll punch your heart to the right side of your chest So your heart can be in the right place Remarkably, I'm hard to see on a bright day, my nacho Soon as a beat come on, I go off When I buss it, it's no fair Lames must pay, so it's gon' cost No public transpo' talk, the subject sounds so soft The bussin' should become known as f**-in' pillow talk Better remember to mention us if your talkin' this industry You're deuces with iron chutes, call that my piece pipe Have your brain running out your skull, that's how I jog your memory If I split your mind in two, maybe next time you'll think twice Third eye I'll blink thrice, tell n***as stay calm I'm holding on a bomb and napalm in a palm I'm Bombs Over Baghdad, search for peers find where they pads at Throw bombs over it in Baghdad [Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] I can have your dudes merk'd without laying a hand on ya Send goons to choke ya, I call that a gag order My flow deadly, spit raps that'll k** ya I'm ill styles, I kick like Anderson Silva I swing a bat, cave in your dome mane, lames scatter The batcave is what, domain Wayne Manor They call me Bruce Bruce, cuz I'm a mix between Wayne and Banner But I'm more like Thor, cuz I wave the hammer [Demetrius Capone] Man this is not a flick, I'm the man with the iron fists [Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] I'm blammin' the llama quick, chopper spit, run for cover Ran in your mama's crib, hand on my giant dick Then rammed it inside the b**h, I'm a sick mother-f**er If you cross me, it could get costly I gotta silence em like Brad Pitt, I'm k**ing you softly I stay strapped with biscuits You send a few shots at me, I'll send a few more I call it payback with interest [Demetrius Capone] I nut in your b**h eye, and nut in that freak's ear Tell her stand back, there's nothing to see here You see me coming when I come on the scene Your highness is fly a jet, f** it, I'm King Lear Okay, you in some sh** like a sodomy stick You'll probably hit the lottery before any rhymer you get can get me The special nominee quick like Obama get Mitt Romney My b**h is bad as this economy prick You wanna be the street King, I'll beat you like you Rodney and sh** I'm top dog like a bottomless pit [Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] When it come to bars and a hard sentence [Demetrius Capone] I'm about that life, I break into a prison to put my bid in Like I can't wait to do a sentence I see the future, you gone need my supervision I'm the cross between God's son and d**h Like a crucifixion, we the new religion [Techniec] M.L.K dream, clean switch the angle Shackles off my feet now we can tangle Now I'm like Django in the kangol And a banner got a question and its star-spangled Bow tie, bean pie, Stacies All black to the roots, late great A. Haley God from God, y'all should about face me All praises due to Allah, devil ajace' me They say he changing like Shyne Po Visions much clearer since removing that blindfold, ride slow Moving like Moses in my Levi, old school Lacostes and Adidi We fly as Abdul-Jabbar knee-highs Used to pa** up 42 on 17th in the G-ride In that old school Nelly, E.I No Jesus piece, I'm on my G high, Eastside [Jerzy J] I've turned liquids to solids, solids to liquids Demolished the competition, I'm so polished and gifted Think right side masculine, left side feminine Tap into my brain til that power is limitless Cut from the cloth of ancestors in the pyramids Left writings on the wall we all need to experience History's a mystery, that's why I'm mysterious As it all leaks, it explains why I'm imperious Indigenous, melonated spirituous But you can only see me with the least physical images I have the power to travel through portals Talk to the immortals, receive knowledge of oracles No Morpheus, Neo, Trinity Just haters and less friends more enemies My delivery is chemisty The flow is so cold that it shivers me Haters give me energy [Elz] Make him remember we was working a craft, searching perfection When n***as took an advantage of being an adolescent So to whom it may concern when the bills go into collection To the question, new women don't cry, but mother wields an exception He normally bury the pain like a hoarder lookin' to borrow The sorrow of seeing tomorrow just adds today to our collection So who are you to wonder how hunger took him from under to overrated They favorite, then played you inside they playlist They played you until you played out Play out into the back Until n***as gettin' was written and won't underplay you back They wanting to pay you back, for skipping over your tracks And they knew you before you blew, so they wanna make up for that But friends turn into lovers, lovers turn to supporters Supporters that only love us for loving what we do for em Like take the ??? of our ??? and put em off in a fortress I'm fortunate that my ??? ??? is worth the performance [Pac Ten] Ten is so D.C in fact, I'm RG3 in rap Potent is the key of crack ??? what the dopers see Fiending are the tweakers, let the speakers engineer the track Poise through the white noise, adhere to the fear of black You n***as ghost, and now n***a near a pack I'm joystickin' while you coy fishing Navy Seal ????? all deployed on big boy missions Boy get foul with ya boys missing Double-cross a boss born Christian And perform christenings, present day I ignore Christmas What's a wish list to the wishless? I was born gifted Thirteen strands in a man that was made different Reptilian shape-shifted, construct a COB cobra, shout it like Destro One shot to the dome, or a breath of asbestos See the way he die, so learn to live and just let go [Iceman] I don't pay attention to subliminal rhymes, I got minimal time Plus feminine feelers aside is something I don't oblige By the way, these are the sickest of spitters So if I'm spitting picture perfect, it's safe to say I'm a spitting image Soon as the gavel hits, I'll bury you in the gravel pit You grapplin' with the man who got bars sharper than javelin tips I spit 1000 degrees Fahrenheit At a different level its safe to say it ain't fair in height What's a lighter to a torch? It ain't the same What I'm trying to say is you can't hold a candle to my flame Better admire it, my resume client list is longer than Snoop Lion's spliff I love the block, I got the corner smothered You rappers is animated, shoulda warned a brother 2013 I'm hogging it all Top of my empire, but never dropping the ball [Karelezz] It's that Filipino lyricist, intricate as the pyramids Bright and serious, mine can access the infinite My spirit is en-caged far away cuz I slay Satan in the future They locked my brain in the space station This enslaved nation got a fake history The Gods teach me off of dimethyltryptamine And you ain't sh** to me if you don't ride with C.O.B Lyrically we got the chemistry to summon Elohim And Mach-6 through your optics with my octaves Lyrical content got your conscious a mosh-pit That's how I rock it in the booth, you can not mock it Any topic these rappers opposite of gnostic The truth is you're fly, but can't get off like an ostrich So we got your bird's tied and whole crew for hostage SSUTT SSUTT, COB could salute to the covenant And when it's time, look up, find me on the mothership [One-2] Straight boss like Don Soprano In the Murciélago, with my partner God, go Putting hits out of all this Get the job done, I'm the one given orders, pulling strings like guitarists My clique be the hardest, we carry nines Since your thoughts are clouded, I'mma blow your brains to help clear your mind Cuz I need undivided attention, headliner not the honorable mention When I grab the shotty, I'll have your body Hit the ground harder than the car without a suspension Exceptional linguist, s**ing your temptress Have her body bending like a flexible gymnast I f** her and act wild Even my clothes fashion designers need anger management, cuz I got mad style I'm bad to the bone Like a student getting home schooled, and I'm in a cla** of my own [Dizaster] Circle of Bosses, I'll serve ya til your purple and nauseous Step in my circle then I'll hurt you, watch me convert to Colossus Versus me, you getting merk'd in the process Getting burned like Germans in office, burned like a person from Auschwitz Getting dropped to the curb by your armpits, verbally making your car flip Turbulence drop murdered the hostage Convert to gobs, I converse with the martians Hurling objects at you, the size of one-third of the continents The plot thickens like mosh-pits caught in a crossfire The TAR spits, probably gonna cost you a cartridge The thought process like Doctor Robotnik Mobbin' down the block trying to open up shop with a lock pick I use my third eye constantly So I don't get burned like a third reich colony Every single word like reverse psychology Take your f**ing b**h and teach her how to ride a dirt bike properly, yeah