Whitney Peyton - "Cypher Circuit" Cypher lyrics

[Capo] Seems lately I been so stressed Drugs and alcohol been f**ing up my progress I give um stories of the demons that have possessed You want my life, recite the scrolls from my codex These rappers faker than phone s** Like she sounds really hot but it's a fat b**h with no neck You got a sweet life no sweat You live the life that you were given you don't pick it like a protest But you want to be a gangster, a hard guy You're just a bug in the club, you're a bar fly A far cry from anything close to dope Get choked and poked and leave here with an open throat So don't provoke, this pistol here is untraced So it ain't sh** to put a bullet in your dumb face There's no picks where I'm from you'll get done ace I almost want to strap a gun to my son's waist I'm one case from a life sentence And I'm nice with a mic weapon But in my hood you need the right weapon So I keep a long pipe Wesson I'll tell you nighty night brethren hope you like heaven And don't be co*k sweating, I don't trust fans That's how they got Lennon, get off my nuts fam I appreciate the love but what the f** man Dap and say what's up and keep it moving that's enough damn I've been to many states, rocked plenty stages Seen s**ers buckle when the semi raises I persevered through some sh**ty phases And punched a couple rappers in their sissy faces Smug artists and their attitudes You spit nice, I'll real life the sh** out of you They got no cred, piggy backing dudes Never clapped a gat or pushed a package on the avenue Yeah Levis and some Lo sh** I keep fly these guys on some hoe sh** Rocking skirts and knee highs probably blow dicks I pray you f**ing creeps die on some slow sh** Uhh don't ever try to minimize My level of ill sk**, chill I'm energized I got a winner's drive, battling the sins inside I'll get you penalized, stomped out and skinned alive [windchILL] Y'all need to recognize, I'm wrecking guys, let me reiterate Steadily building my enterprise, let me innovate New and improved flow sh**, the goal is dominance Monstrous, I'm used to broken promises Emcees rhyme with absolutely no competence Writing my verses with pa**ion, hitting the stage with confidence End result you copping it, you knocking it, now you locking it Universal language, we do damage and we locking sh** Wack bullsh** we here to put a stop to it We lap cats, they left in the dust straight watching it They jog, we do high intensity intervals They recite written, I freestyle at all interviews The energy is immaculate, the beat and how I'm attacking it Public enemy when I'm rapping it, artifacts I'm back packing it What I represent you not half of it Hip-Hop is getting drastic, that's why I spit so pa**ionate Recognize I'm stepping high, let me rectify Steadily call the next to rhyme and the best to shine Every time causing damage to your neck and spine These Marsten House beats are bugging, come equipped with insecticides You I'm driving a plow you need to step aside With every breath of mine I'm testing time and investing time Emcees like this always stand the test of time On this quest of mine starring in the face of d**h is fine Yo I'm making sense/cents like I'm pressing dimes Tattoos on this flesh of mine remind me of those special times Homies used to have my back but now it's nevermind Hey yo it's funny, I had their backs every time I'm not the dressing kind, attach it with a level mind You're not on my level, my level is a testy climb I only need a few hours to really rest in mind Y'all need to recognize the best and just step aside [Coast] Ma** murderer, spit slicker than burglars Nerd for the words kicked, my worst sh** is impervious Rocking a flak jacket with tacks strapped to the back of it When I'm coming up these f**ing punks don't know I'm packing sh** Rappers average, don't know what being savage is Inspired and I'm f**in fire like a pack of matches is I crack a f*ggot's ribs, brick into his stomach Til he coughing up a lung with red blood dripping from it Hung him from the summit, strung him like a puppet And if the beat is dope I'ma rum pom pom pom it While you s**ers getting run from your jums and one hunnits I'ma smoke your crack rock and get high while you fund it Why you fronted?, Philly been forever dope Clever quotes in my rhymebook you could never wrote Sever throats when I'm spitting it's the black plague Dirty like a f**ing crackwho*e on the back page You small f*gs talking sh** cuz you all mad That I adjust the forecast in your broad's pants Watch me sell a b**h dreams if my co*k is hard I fill um up with meat, roll um out like a shopping cart You don't know the facts b**h get some Zovirax My dick drip cuz I kick sh** like Pete Gogolak What's the science on that bullsh** you trying You thirsty little punks are just runts to Goliath Run from your highness or get punched in your hymens We f**ing all you c*nts, but you're the ones stuck behind us Nevermind us, we just here k**ing sh** You got me on your watch like a clock cause you still a b**h Philly sick, I'm demented with a sentence Like a crazy mothaf**er stuck in jail no repentance Flowing with a vengeance, no codefendents I do my dirt all by my lonely homie no dependents What..Bad Karma [T-Zank] T-Zank throw the Z for these people that sleeping on the dream Or stay DMT releases when I be speaking to your brain Can you be keeping up with the frequency of my waves Believing what you think cuz your thoughts are what cause creation I make sh** happen quick, active with that pad and pen Average men are only those who haven't found they tablets yet Lack of money comfort got us f**ing with the struggle On that independent hustle, avoiding the cumbrous slumber c'mon Awaken and deviate from roboticism Doing jobs we hate don't make for a probable system It's a toxic cycle and people starting to fight it Cuz they sick of being lied to and living for business giants I'm the mic of the '99, incite a riot We can't breathe with ?? police in the streets k**ing the climate Environment needing to change cuz the quieter that we stayed The more violations get made against the rights that we were gave We socialize specialize populations Say if you don't go to college you probably be minimum waging Those f**ers work forever indebted to loan payments And my graduated homies still hoping for occupation And that's equation for collapse That's the reason I'm preaching this inspiration in my raps Lead your own path and deviate from the norm Cuz success is a soul it doesn't die before it's known..c'mon [K.Daver] K.Daver 603 to the 215. God bless for the call I'm gonna take y'all on a journey When the laughter is gone and the crying begins Personal struggle coupled with the times we are in Self reflection only route to cleansing this hate But I don't want small wins, want to contend with the greats Life has a way with putting us in our place If I find God I'm putting one to his face My family's in poverty, how ?? I should be But my will is gone so my movement has no velocity Moves are like mola**es and lungs of an asthmatic Finished by derivatives of skeezy mathematics I'm out my mind with hurdles on the daily, don't play me Itchy trigger finger sending 80 to Hades Baby my mind's a Mercedes, reality is a Honda Vicious bloodshed that are graphic like manga Five out of six sell Russian Roulette When the walls are painted red take a picture of debt [Whitney Peyton] Anyone got a step stool? I never rap on beats like this, I got to switch my flow up Impending adolescence so f** you if you a grown up They say I'll never make it not unless I change my tone up Or spit it like I'm Mickey and I'll switch my f**ing tone up I'm such a loner, I got no one, I'ma go nuts Running circles 'round you b**hes in the booth I'm doing donuts I'm so broke I'm saying dough/doh more than Homer And everybody sleeping on me, call my album coma I'm such a lunatic, I'm chewing up condensing mics And spitting out the pieces even Jesus couldn't convince the hype Ha..you think I'm the offensive type Nah you like auto spell, you never get my message right That's like a drunk text, I'm saying um next So sleeping on me's sleeping on stacks, bunk beds I'm candy crushing all you angry birds and nervous wrecks Cypher with my buddies here, I call it words with friends [Coal Cash] Bad Karma the genre of war advocate Cracking your cranium, your brain begun to pour out of it Hacking your atrium, titanium vs your baby gums Labium getting cracked with a bat backed by 80 tons Arabian wraps on a maniac Iranian packing uranium with the power to sack the stadium Gymnasium bomb, more stiff-arms than Ladainian And you'll land in a drill, doing a windmill at Palladium Arcadian built, stand on a hill of rotted bodies Shadows of your defeat will stain the streets like Nagasaki Watch me get deep in the heep and severed appendage Cleanse you in Chlordane til the core of your brain hemorrhages Flensing your frame until the stains resemble Rorschach Adapt to the war, rip the spinal cord out of your back Got ball bats riddled with steel spikes, strike your ball sack Collapse your windpipe in mid-flight before you fall flat Fall back it's the 4 cats of apocalypse Riding nuclear rockets of radioactive toxic hits I'll co*k ya b**h, impale her clique with my tentacle It'll look like Foosball when I rip through all their genitals Your crew is RuPaul, I bet you do all them trannies Who fancy the Macarena rocking co*k restrainer panties Ante up, my family f** up your squadron You ain't dodging Zangief, I'll slam the streets with your noggin Got a problem with my people better speak to Jehovah Cuz my soldiers know no equal we the lethal exposure Bulldozer over your fam, I roll with battering rams It's the medieval rover, interlopers get overran So overstand, before we stand over your corpse I'm spitting all sorts of flows to blow holes through your thoughts I show not remorse I'll force ya face into a Cuisinart For body part Cuisine, now you and your team can feed the sharks [Tones] Rappers is all trash, we here to take the garbage out You ain't street, you sweet, you took the Harvard route f** what your bars about when the fire gods come out Blue torch, my crew scorched the roof off of Marsten House I'm with Karma now, Wild Fire arson style Raised the whole foundation, like a fatherless child Spit my heart out when I'm parting the crowd Pardon the sound, the industry busy marketing clowns It's on now I've gone down the road less traveled Rather chill at home where I don't get ha**led From being broke in shackles to the throne and the castle When they see me at shows they be like Tones lets battle No writtens, f** dissing you My stunning visual inspires the writers and the albums you listen to You unoriginal and you're sonning the physical I'm official, the one when it comes to the lyrical It's just pitiful how one individual Could split your crew, break you up like syllables f** the bullsh**, I won't sit through the interview Like Kim Jong Un, him go boom for the ridicule Ha..they hate us cuz they ain't us [Tabs] Ye ye Tab One, Tab One, whaddup whaddup shout out to all the PA fam, get busy Marsten House shout to every f**ing rapper in the house let's just burn this f**ing mic down know what I'm saying I think I'm owed a stipend for the stifling sh** I'm writing Rifling through what you reciting with a rifle up to your hype men I'm liking being a lycan, you won't like this light skinned Titan Enlighten you with lightning stick your tribesmen with a trident Go on try it, I'm James Bond holding the golden gun plus Wu Tang, Liu Kang, and Bruce Wayne all rolled in one Your run is over, you about to be overrun Ya I know your claims, how you gonna control the game with broken thumbs Poking fun at this f*ggot scene, not too much we haven't seen For the cash and cream, take it in the a**hole, no Vaseline Your whole image is purely a ma**ive scheme You say sh** that's basic can't be cured with Dramamine I mean you sold your soul to be a millionaire And it look like you purchased most of your wardrobe from Build a Bear Smoking mad krill thinking your sk**s compare You a reminiscent of a dying man's will, you ill prepared Already sinking, decapitating every king man When burning and heavy drinking turns into machete swinging Trying to define how I manifest this deadly thinking So you can copy my recipe for success, you Jesse Pinkman It's perjury these verbal murder sprees you learn from me I fathered your style go and check the paternity I certainly burn emcees a**ertively in living color like the Wayans brothers impersonating Vernon Reid Discernibly you're only lusting for cream That's why the topic of discussion is how I'm crushing your team I'm just obscene like nothing you've seen up in the scene All listening call me symbian, I'm a f**ing machine Trying to touch a screen no stylus, But I got no stylist Just a whole lot of soul and Coal as a co-pilot I unload some ultraviolet that's so vibrant It would trap your soul inside it before you close both eyelids Inscribed on old papyrus in cuneiform Using a horn of a unicorn to tell of a mythical beast, In human form You've been warned don't matter who performs I'm a mixture of a super storm, a fusion bomb, and Kublai Khan You done cross the Rubicon, not smart You'll leave with combat scars in a compact car couldn't Dodge Darts Claiming that you too real, and you got heart, like you ill But you fruit filled you little Pop Tart I pop lead at serpents til they drop dead for certain This Sermon is prophetic cuz, God said it's working I don't discriminate just got a hot head that's burning So you need to fix your face like a cosmetic surgeon A lot's been determined that you vermin just can't grasp Made the mad dash left foot prints in the clans that I ran past You on your knees blowing, hoeing for that fast cash And you know better, that's why you pros era no Joey Bada** You stay confused, been a crazy dude since '82 Back when my mom hid anti-psychotics in my baby food Paul George hauled off of a ball court it's breaking news A Youtube page, don't equate to paying dues Been slaying crews leaving scorched earth and burnt sand When I need to fight I lead with my right, you'll learn first hand Without a doubt you'll get earth slammed Hip-Hop needs a mouth to mouth, I ain't talking Weezy and Birdman Word fam you looking for the rawest yet then we gotcha Getting these bars of my chest, I don't need spotters Torture rack ya, I don't let the heat pop you I slaughter rappers cuz my thoughts are blacker than Tariq Trotter So run brother before we come to confront ya And hock some lung bu*ter on you scum s**ing chump busters And you will uncover that I'm like that mushroom from Mario Brothers the way I one up ya [Big Lou] I've accepted my crucifixion, my street addiction...I'm f**ing with y'all. Y'all thought I was gonna f** up right? Hahaha Yo I started with street sweepers when I was deeper Than any lyrical creature that called theyself a feature I was ether without Nas verses When I stepped on a serpent I started pissing off fake rappers on purpose Urging them to fight so I can leave um earthless So I can make um feel lesser than that p**y they purchased Pray for 40 days and 40 nights verses Til the boss carry the cross and corrupt the churches Goonie certain, my gun play working Til they see me in person and bullets start emerging Now they covered in blood, I call them virgins Stash a Tommy and a 4, black excursion Kids'll find you with no wig, brain surgeon You'll be laid out on the floor, red Persian Busting for life over that mic I'm murking If I see you in the hood, it's closed curtains Ain't nobody earning social media respect Cuz Facebook and Instagram could be the cause of d**h Marsten House I'm that lyrical threat No disrespect, but I'm the f**ing best I should call my n***as next Freestyling off the top that's how I do this sh** Off of the head like circumcision Hahahha...Marsten House man [Father Focus Confucius] Attack cyphers, the Zack Snyder of rap writers Dope like I'm getting these crack pipers to act hyper Pimping plus I'm good with a tool, they call my Mack-gyver Blast fire and shade, y'all are afraid to slash tires Y'all are jaguars meaning that you cats biters Hate to tell you fella you would make a better cab driver I am the glow that came out of the darkness Like a black lighter, Anderson flow a world cla** striker What marvel would marvel with zero margin doubt Alien tongue, baby I'm gunning with the Martian mouth Hit my marksmen, marched um out to Marsten House and got to moshing Father Focus also known as failure is not an option Hottest in Wisconsin dropping, mobbing out in Illadelph Dead Rabbits savage sh**, your head ain't bobbing k** yourself Represent the under-puppies, the under-studies Of the struggle chew this food for thought, that's why the hungry f**ing love me Hustling since Chucky's size, but I been cutting ties This world is a vampire, I won't let it s** me dry Throw up my right fist, I write scriptures, y'all just write scripts My rites of pa**age write for the ma**es and keep it righteous I'm reciting victory bars, for children with scars It's that hard knock poetry while twisting cigars Poverty rap, they see me psychologically snap On cold nights between the rolled dice n domino slaps Geronimo Pratt, a second chance a panther released My new album drops, a hundred thousand rappers released I'm back on the east, I came a long way to do this I will never switch teams like Lebron James or Judas..Dead Rabbits [Termanology] Don't call me Term b**h, call me the Tokyo traveler Ring rattler, microphone fiend, spleen splatterer Green challenger, automatic with three silencers This weed and these challengers, high caliber Man I shoot um down down bang bang Said I'll put um in the ground ground Far as we concerned, we will put um with the worms Or make your baby mama sniff the ashes out your urn Let the whole team blast, smash and take turns Let the whole thing blast, no flashing, that's for herbs I'm sick with the word play, nice with the blah blah Since I used to move bricks of baby powder Back on the scene like I'm reading the script Driving through the block slow like my seed in the whip What's the meaning of this rap sh**, the meaning is this Money, hoes, cash, clothes, good weed and a fifth So what's todays mathematics, show um the automatic Get you heart splattered on Park Ave. in front of the crackers Leave um like rappers with their pockets like rabbit ears Give me a stick that I could live off for a half a year Give me a chick that love to f**, s** and swallow Hennessy by the bottle a clip filled up with hollows Got the whole world in a state of debt on my shoulders I'm opening up doors like a gentlemen's suppose to Everyday different city, looking fresh on the poster Really I get love where you never should go to Without that moose k**er on deck in the holster chit Bang.. Marsten House, time I'm out