95's Cypher (LPT As 95 Thrilla)

Iight, iight
Imma set this shit off
Imma set this shit off
Right? Right?
Niggas need to no my shit fire son
When they hear that fuckin 95
They gon' know what it is right?
95

I got the blue and black air maxes
95 take em back to the era
Enyce and the Kangol
My chain glow
Shoes every colour of the rainbow
Adidas sweatshirt
3 stripes at the angle
Boricuas with the bangles
They wrist rocky
I send em’ to the bodega
To go and pick me up some mangoes
King magazine, quarter water
For the reminiscing
About the days when I was
Water whippin in the kitchen
I used to rock it up
Sling it west of Providence
I'm fulfilling the prophecy
Tell me is this Providence
A savior to these fiends
Im a bless em with the offering
While telling mister officer
Im trying to feed my offspring
Living ain't Cheep Cheep
Don’t do this for sport
And you gon only cop from me
You better marry your cart
They persecuting our race
And i'm pursuing my race
And Imma run that shit
Like that snotty nose on your face
The shotty goes in your face
And I blast you
Imma need a old head
Won't put nothing past ya
Imma need a pastor
Cardinals, clergymen & a pulpit
Why?
Cause I done done a lot of bullshit

You see me moving through the thunder and rain
My hustle's insane
It's 95 Thrilla
Come equipped with the flame
Treat your money like it's EA
Get it all in the game
This chopper chop your family tree down and slaughter your name
And whats in a name? It's 95
Thrilla leave ya eyes wide
I swear I might have prayed to Chronos
Feeling like my time, Lord
Dudes swear they shining
Imma punch em in they shinebox
I'm your wifey mcm
I might eat her gravlax
See I ain’t sugarcoating shit
Bullets through your Topshop
Gun is looking for his father always yelling pop pop
Yeah that shit was funny
But no joke so don’t you haha
I'll smack you till you cross eyed always giving mad side eye
Walk inside the label with a gun in my hand
Need 50 cents on every dollar or it’s blood on the sand
They tried to offer me a 360 deal
And I ain't take it but these shot'll make you 360 still
So name a nigga been as scary
I mean the heater got mad kickback
I shoot it and it kick like Adam Vinateri
And I mean lately it's occurred that if I kill every rapper
I’m the winner by default
Thats a winning theory

95 Thrilla!!!

I got a bad bitch with a louis bag
Polo rockin' Gucci swag
I'm rockin jean shorts
That's the same colour as Pootie Tang
Who the man? Thrilla am
You's a fan, not me
I leave your shawty knock knee'd
She come back like boomerang
She come back like backshots
Play with my money
Get your ass shot against asphalt
But that's your ass fault
Like concrete we rose up
But seeing your luck
You never left
You made it halfway till you got fried with the toaster
So pour a four and keep a four tucked
We showing you out soon as we show up
New money niggas asking for
Gold bottles and gold sluts
They high yellow
For the high fella keeping dank rolled like a new carpet
On my campaign
You can't stand the rain
Muthafucka this what you started
But since you started
Imma finish it
Recommence the shit-t-t-t-ing
And I won't stop win-n-n-ing
My returns not diminishing you see
I ran my race and took a lead
Then they started sliding to the bottom
Word to anal-eze
You don't want me on the mic nigga
That's what danger is
And I ain't prone to sending shots
A nigga still be fading threes
Rap game Kyle Korver
Regardless what's the order
All you suckers cannon fodder
I got range like a stretch fourr
And all your lines bored
Muthafuck coke lines
When your lines coke
What is a connect four
Check the score I call my next shot
You still won't stop it
Lil homie top shelf is the next score
And this mallard never meant malice
If I isn't making fire bet I'm ducked off in your ex jaw
A non-descript dinosaur
Call me Reptar
I slap the shit out your rugrat cause you ain't raise him right

95!