Tabanacle - Cypher Sessions lyrics

Street Deciblez, Cypher Sessions Hold tight every man inside Mmmmmmm mmmmmmm [Verse 1: L Jinny] Spittin' with the illest team Ripping every rhythm with a guillotine Smith & hidden in my jeans, sickest lyrics hit 'em with that k**a heat Grip a beat and rip it into smithereens Chilling and reminiscing times spitting different rhymes Gripping nines, piffing on that high grade Head spinning with the migraine This isn't a nice place listen to me cry pain Decreasing the crime rate Spinning all these lightweights Gifted with the right state of mind My rhymes make the blind see Still I hate my life I might make the nine squeeze Splatter out the brains of snakes rattle in the cage clap 'em in the face If it happens to betray, hammer in my waist I ain't rapping for a wage Do it for the pa**ion, influence the ma**es Surrounded by fakes, who isn't an act around in this place? Ruining my balance with ounces of grade [Verse 2: More1] Yeah, I want some property to own But if I ever won the lottery got they get try on me, for dough Nowadays it's like a robbery with flows but Often they know that I'm the prodigy to blow huh So on this odyssey I roll, whilst they fail horribly Like sodomy with blokes, urgh But more commonly got known as the one who's on top Where they wanna be, but no I want my colony to know, democracy's a joke And if it ain't novel eat provoke Then why you think its oftenly opposed Then our economy gets broke So in the poverty we smoke, whilst coughing on the dole And if it ain't a bong it's a slauge, oh no Cats are bunning to the bottom of a roach Shotters goin' broke when their plotting on the roads Feeling like the profit never grows [Verse 3: Bilzar] Got a smile on his face every time that he's taking the mic Knowing he's 'bout to leave the whole place in surprise Automatically they think that he'd be waste cause he's white Who wants to battle him? There was couple of takers in line He sprayed his first 16, the rest vacated the site It's a tragedy twist, he be breaking your spine PAs hollering, asking if he's available for nights But he's just waiting for his status to rise He's full throttling, blast off rocketing No hand outs, 100 percent profiting The type to tell you the time if u clockin' him And playing d**h when your standing in front of him Point blank hollerin' [?] I guess you could say he is a joker No label he can do it on his own bruv No street team just slows the motion Messages on Facebook, he's self promoting [Verse 4: Tabanacle] Struggle though this dark life, nothing but a hard time And I ain't no plenty other kids that's livin' our lives And everybody doing crime, out here flippin' dough I just wanna keep her on her grind like a stripper's poll And it's a slow road tryna progress And everyone who claim their rappers Every rappers, every guy in the ends So where's the love gone? Swear they done enough wrong Feelin' crossing over cause they made a couple love songs I just wanna tuck, turn the pain that I feel inside Cause if I feel it then they're probably gonna feel it right And if they ain't hearing through it like the best do Come back harder and I'll hit 'em with the next tune Riser than a next few, time for the rest too Move to the side and let me climb on the step too Sat by the side of him, my time while the rest blew Now I'm come back with more fire than tec do [Verse 5: Denz-ill] Until your tap collapse, chemicals react Syllables, they k** a fool, family is phat You haven't got the genetics to try and conquer the clan When it's rap I'm the biological dad You must be ludicrous to try to think you can act Taking note of your quadrants, throw you off the map You're a minor name, you weighing fibre in flames The minute you inform piff that I've grow from the lab There's no holding me back, let's hope D don't attack Everything that you've got I've already matched Just get to the top you man are calling a cab f** hitching a ride, I go wings attached Every flow I've smashed, get the dough then dash I'm a potent lad like that breathes burning gas Fam I'm earning cash, ask the [?] The mic don't mean jack, I'm turning bad