Cyclops (The Proof)

[Verse 1: Stevie Crooks]
Fresh off a cloud
Waves like a Armadillo, my silk du-rag is proud
I'm too fly for ya
Leopard fur on my shorty, I think that it died on her
They say I'm a fool
I say Cest la vie... cause since a child I love the zoo
Now it's polar bear on the floor
Lion head up on my shoulder, but I ain't Macklemore
More like I'm Jaffe Joffer
Give me back to back black Rovers
So we park and pack the corner
Let y'all niggas live, but this year know it's game over
Coming at careers taking styles makin' 'em colder
Hol' up, they say I sound like Hov
It's a compliment, but really I'm a monster with flow
Fe fi fo, stomp a hole through your whole gang
Not Goliath, not a titan throwing lightning at the game

[Hook: Stevie Crooks]
They say I ain't never gon' be shit, but you 'bout to see
You 'bout to see, you 'bout to see
They say I ain't never gon' be rich, but you 'bout to see
You 'bout to see, nigga you 'bout to see
They say I ain't never gon' be shit, but you 'bout to see
You 'bout to see, nigga you 'bout to see
They say I ain't never gon' be shit, but you 'bout to see
You 'bout to see, you 'bout to see

[Verse 2: Stevie Crooks]
Fresh off a cup
Full of venom from a viper mixed with Hen rock and a dutch
Fuck wrong with this nigga? Who do he think he be?
I be that skinny mutha-fucka fuckin' up the I.E
Mami, my niggas with it, hope that yo' shorties is with it
My broadies know how to get it
Roll the dro and just give it all you got
Fuck who be hot, cause all I know is legendary
Underground nigga but I love canaries
The floating paradox
Can out-rap you niggas play some Common and then the LOX
Play the Fugees and Meek Mill
I blast trap then blast jazz then whip the Jag with the sleek wheels
Flexanomics vanity slave… whips and chains
They say I changed cause I done got some change
They told me I ain't never gon' be rich? Let's make 'em hurt
Well I'm back up in this bitch, well I'm back up in this bitch

[Hook: Stevie Crooks]

[Verse 3: Kris Kasanova]
And I'm fresh off a homi
Kept the piece like I'm Ghandi
BK is where you can find me
I got my city behind me
Nigga picture me rollin'
Plus the shit that I'm smoking potent and got us all floatin'
This for my blood who be buggin'
This for my cousin who loc-in
Twist yo' fingers my nigga, let them see that you important
As I ride through the city, shotgun I keep me a biddy
I be rubbin' her titties while she be lip-synching Biggie
Hypnotize look me in my eyes, shorty would you ride for me?
Hand up on the Bible would you lie for me?
King of the city what I gotta be
Last year they ain't believe, I think I deserve an apology
Pardon me, a part of me wants to come murk you
Saw me on T.V., now they think I'm going commercial
Fuck that, I rap circles around your rap circles
Dress shirt you, black hearse you
You 'bout to see

[Hook: Stevie Crooks]