Ill Kid Format - The Cypher lyrics

[SuperTanzi] Aye Yo take that I be that f**ing space cat Mad abstract attack on the 8 track Packed to the minimal, mad subliminal Sorta like the f**ing storm we been living through And what I'm giving you Listen in your living room Show Ma Dukes mad clips of my interview And Hype that, SuperTanz gonna strike back With no whip and no keys No product sh** I don't need If I smoke weed it be redundant My state of mind is divine Never dealing with the dumb sh** And that's a statement b**h MC's just want to get the chart placement I'm in the dark basement and I'm pacing My man AV, What Up? He be adjacent, I'll never be complacent That's a no-no So get the f** out my face with that logo Cause your living in a snow globe And that's the way I see f**ing processed cheese, f** A.I.G On the real it be a start Cause I spit it from my heart For the revolution everybody gotta play a part And's that's the word is bond Yo I'm out one love, one peace, be strong What Up? [BMAN] What do you want from me? A couple bars then some quiet company You want the flash without the crash Then just leave me out your bash I ask pa**ing witness to some people Who want the Church without the steeple They want to keep it clean and simple But don't want to pop the pimple I get down and dirty with the worst of em I cursed to burst in with thirst I ain't no mild mannered child I'm a man that's running wild In style out of fashion Born in the states where the colors clashing In the burbs life is dead I think I'll live in a verse instead Credit my gifts to the Lord above My bills due to be a paid about semi-monthly So if my flows ever clunky and I'm stuck like a junkie Than my lease on this piece will cease to be lucky Give me a funky beat And I'll pack it with enough rhymes To ride Christmas night and deliver em to all kinds Kids wake up and what do they find Momma's kissing Santa Claus with no suit on his hind [Aviator] Ya'll up my a** like an enima Cause I does rap like a senator Damn they want to stop my campaign But my words everywhere that you look like Helvetica Ya gotta open up ya mind If it ain't about progression Than you're gonna fall behind Keep saying, "Hey man you look to corporate" Call all horse sh** you must be blind I used to listen to the tribe Back when I was five, back in the day Banging pots and pans, clapping both my hands Looking for a beat but then sh** hit the fan Or rather pen hit the pad Something inside like a poltergeist See my flow grew wit me Took a little time but sh** was always close To that crack like Whitney And I got more crispy All about my business, yo I gets busy I'll tell you right now Ya you f**ing with the ... Yo I'm looking for the ... and I'm not taking 50's But I never sold out I used to sell weed by the ounce And I work mad jobs Just to put equipment in my house Always been about that My love affair with rap would take me cross the map Ride waves, sonic waves, escape vaca In and out cross fade, b**hin' raps Lebron James And I still smoke weed, still make jokes, still get ID'd Still things fall apart, but I'm all about my art For the game I shoot shells like Mario Kart Baby hit start Specially if you ain't in my gradient Cause I come down upon you And I open up your brain like a f**ing space alien That's the mind state that AV's One love, if you're out there b**hes