Enter the Cypher
[Verse 1: Termanology]
Ayo Slay, I need the cover of the next Straight Stunting
With two model honeys, throwing money and puffing
I used to breakdance in high school with my cousins
And threw grefeety on the wall, [?] motherfuckers I'm a hip hop god
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Got the KRS-One flow, guns on my cover and the way I rhyme sound like I'm Pun's little brother
I be running through blocks with a bunch of mobsters and robbers
Totally confedent, I can stomp you into a coffen
A problem from Bostin, from Harlem I be pumpin
Making the fellas mad, cause they mommy know I'm popular
Looking ass bitches, shout the homie Casody
I spit it [?] too quick for cameras to capture me
A masterpiece, nothing less, how I rep, yes
Rock on
[Verse 2: Chris Rivers]
First off, I body any tracks with any raps
[?] heavy straps, I bring [?] back
[?] when I challenge rappers
[?] acrobatics
Chris please [?] 16's
Have you patched up if you interveen
Don't test, I strike harder than a protest
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Juto chop, I'm supernova like [?]
Spit burns, you niggas lighter than a [?]
Who the top dog? It's Chris [?] bitch
[?] tryna save my city [?]
Chosen from the the hood, leade my people to the kingdom
[?] only soldiers where I stood
Where I stand I shall remaine, [?] rhyming [?]
Kay Slay and all you niggas that [?] my name
Rivers!
[Verse 3: William Young]
My lyrics are diabalical, my spearet is [?]
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All lyrics, no gimmics
Nigga I finish
I Shock ya, I C-Murder, No Limit
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You cross over like you was [?] turn styles
Show me a [?]
[?] to a rainbow
Man whoever saying they're number one, just lie
I'm number 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5
I be lieing if I really say I wrote that line
[?] quote that rhyme
I was selling crack inside of the drug spot
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William Young, everybody know I am a true gunner
Ain't nobody reppin harder than me as a newcomer
[Verse 4: Papoose]
I'm mersalous, put the work with this
You never heard an MC spit a verse like this
From the Earth's abis, with [?]
So your dry snitching ways are so [?]
When I get the erge to spit, call the nerses quick
You need antibiotics, every verse is sick
Far from an asshole, but I disperse some shit
Your mama must have been a dog, cause she birthed a bitch
You deserve a ditch, you a worthless prick
I would spit in your face, but you ain't worth the spit
Best things come to those who wait, they done [?]
You niggas been watching too many [?] commertials
Beat you till you black, blue, blind and purple
Goes around comes around, you gon die in a circle
You niggas on parole, if I was tryna hurt you
I went in front of your crib at the time of your curfewa