Frank Dukes - 0 to 100 Cypher lyrics

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Frank Dukes - 0 to 100 Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Mat4yo] Yo, I've been in first, so I'mma add the 99 I do it real quick, fix your wrist and wind the time Up before you miss my missiles flying by, I'm the guy Who can annihilate an eye before you can find rewind Find out why you need an eyepatch, I'mma ask the Doc Basic rappers, LASIK-havers only seeing half the clock Thinking they can get from 0 to 100 fast as moi Klingon onto the stars as if they thought they're Master Spock Check your watch, and the roster, I'm not after-dark You better be Noah-ing, my flowing begins to flood, that's when disaster starts Only one of me since I blasted apart half the Ark You couldn't re-create what I make, cause this craft is art And all of y'all are toddlers who be drawing on the wall I'm an artist painting ceilings while you're struggling to crawl I was on top when I started, and while you followed the dotted lines I just got in the TARDIS and I'm regarded as marvelous I'm quick with a pen, my wit's the scabbard for the sword If you think you're mighty, you better cite me in your report I'm the force that warrants you to not perform anymore So give me my credit, and start walking towards the door Screw these unimportant scores, I said I'm evil at the start Feeding apples to these people who are feeble in the heart I am regal in my art, I'm like an eagle, like a hawk And I be lethal when I squawk, you're just a beagle when he barks [Verse 2: KUMMER] First track ever, I don't need an introduction Ashtin, me, and Matt rapping in conjunction We'll win a Grammy with this lyrical production Everybody jocking me, I'm feeling all this suction It's something, that Mike Giraldi's even s**ing me Except I'll hit "Accept", and you know she won't hang up on me This kid is lost treasure, all the ladies gonna plunder me My bars have peaked at maximum heat, they'll reach incredibly high degrees In Kelvin; Getting f**ed with? Seldom Break you into parts, and then I'm gonna sell them Big Hoss on the beat, Chumlee, go and tell them The Old Man and Corey said you b**hes ain't welcome Do what I plan to do and come up from nothing just like Rocky I keep eating, and not a single person gon' stop me You rappers malnourished just like my Tamagotchi Sedated and raped this track, Bill Cosby [Verse 3: Ashtin Larold] Been rapping long enough to pay my dues This is my house; when you enter, you better remove your shoes I'm a veteran heckling the heck out of all you dudes Or, better yet, a predator just looking at you as food Who the f** are you? I'm a deity, beating plebeians easily You little f**ing fiendish comedians want a piece of me? This evil genius will leave you bleeding, wheezing and screaming For a legal treaty to end this grievous beef with me peacefully f** a hundred, I'm zero to Mach 20 This industry's a joke; quite frankly, it's not funny A bunch of dummies just hungry for f**ing money Bars hotter than the sun is all that you're getting from me I spit better sh** than this embellished rhetoric Expressing my lament for the present lack of intelligence My vernacular's excellent, charismatic, and elegant Keeping intellect relevant, take a guess what my message is