Katie Tropp - Cypher Session lyrics

[Lecxs: Verse 1] Pull deep on the hookah, stay smoked out Can't lose weight, eff getting choked out Speaker box speakin', until it's knocked out Christian devout, so watch what leaves ya mouth Power positions, remove gla** ceilings Torque for days, bend frames wit precision Get wit it or get merked, that's your decision Oppose Blaqman, get ready for a collision We can take it to the streets, beat'em up Lecxs Take to the beats full court press Got a mini mansion, no need to impress Copped a V-8 to alleviate my stress Capitalist mind games, globalized torture Apocalyptic future, the hell fires torch ya Silver Surfa, intoxicate like mimosa Sedan type dude, yall short like roadsters Stop playing games, cause I'm taking aim Letting hot ones loose, crippling ya frame I'm on another level, this ain't a game And I don't know ya so, f** ya name Holla when you see us, let the world hear it Son we'll make ya feel us, and take ya spirit We run it done the line, spit deadly lyrics Who's next on the mic to make these cowards feel it [Thairen: Verse 2] [No lyrics for Thairen] [Katie Tropp: Verse 3] I was not put here just to be your b**h s** your f**in' dick than make a sandwich I'd rather switch teams and lick a clit Than be a slave to a man who is not appreciative Because most of you ain't it's all about you If you flash some money you think I owe you some poon Well you can keep that don't get me misconstrued For some needy b**h who can't live without you Diamonds, fake tits and shopping sprees Are all stupid bribes that cannot get to me Leave your mind games for someone with low self esteem I'm not your incubator I hate babies I will be your equal no matter what And if you can't handle that then I'm moving on Because alone I stand you know I'm number one Got my middle finger up in the name of love So word up!