Cypha Session (Underground Airplay Vol. 5: Reborn) [AKA Lyricist Lounge Freestyle]

Echō Unltd. ft. Chubb Rock, Phantasm, U.G., and Ran Reed - “Cypha Session (Underground Airplay Vol. 5: Reborn) [AKA Lyricist Lounge Freestyle]”
[Emcee(s): Chubb Rock, Phantasm, U.G., and Ran Reed]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Sample (Interpolation of Bass): The Mysterious Flying Orchestra - “Shadows” (0:00)]

[Verse 1: Chubb Rock]
From
The darkest region of the heart called Bush. Whether
Your lungs get hung and your heart get took, my travels
What extend from Nostrand or Rogers, whether
Part 1 or 2 of the Crooklyn Dodgers. As a
Young spark in Rock, Creek Park after dark, used to
Rip emcees then disappear like a fart in
The breeze (In the breeze), and the trees start to sneeze
I pollenate like sex-starved bees do to leaves. Emcees
From time, go mano a mano. My
Entrance will be just like desperado. I
Appear like Jesus Christ, shakes the night into
A frenzy. Niggas remember me on the mic, dropping
Syllables that’s sometime tongue-tied to criminals and
Delivering my insults deliberate by subliminals
Provocative (Provocative), and the lyrics are sweet licorice
Whether your wife is redneck or sure knows gibberish

[Verse 2: Phantasm]
Chubb set the
Speed for me. I got no brakes just like a fix
Watch The Federation get all up in your tricks—ha!
I got these so-called players vexed ‘cause bitches
Wine and dine us, and I’m Crooklyn’s finest (Finest)
To pass time, I write rhymes and bag clever dimes
Never mind the dumb sluts—they get one nut
They wanna shake their butt and strut for what?
Me, the Tall Man? I just lay up in the cut. Fuck illing
Soon to be top billing, making a killing
Not on Warner Brothers, but niggas is Cold Chillin’
The rock on my son hand cost more than you mom’s
Two-grand wedding band, so tell me: who’s the man? DiBiase
With the Million Dollar tracks and raps. I give
Back snap like mousetraps, so shut your yap. I stay
Taking flicks with chicks while hip-hop ticks stay on my dick
Don’t want no retakes—only fuck when naked. Keep a
Razor like Schick, spending G’s on wears and kicks. Cella
Dwellas, Ran Reed, and Chubb Rock, it’s classic

[Verse 3: U.G.]
My esophagus spits preposterous raps, holds you captive
Like hostages in hidden quarters in Iraq
I sack tri sack like linebackers—watch my nine shatter
Eating at the knees of police academies. Squeeze
Triggers like Larry Davis, bionic flows like Lee
Majors, hear gun clicks like [?]
Ha! Get you open like heart surgery
Or Trapper John, M.D. with medical tools
“Baby, let’s cruise” like D’Angelo. Strangle yo’
Ass slow behind your wack rap show—ah!
I smash tracks, wild like anthrax while Phan’ and
Chubbs and Ran crack skulls like Louievilles. My Uzi
Spills and weighs a fucking ton like P.E
Hit you, leave you crying, whining/Winan like BeBe & CeCe, nigga
I blast too, chew crews like cashews, get
Cash Rules while my jewels get sucked in steam pools
“Fuck!” Yo, Ran, I got your back if niggas act up
They get smacked up. Ayyo, Wiz, turn the track up

[Verse 4: Ran Reed]
Watch how
The mic’s about to bust. My man, you’re smoking dust if you think
You and your crew could get with us. I’ll bring your ass
To tears. Been doing this for years. Now I’m getting
Love from true rap pioneers (Pioneers), ruining
Careers. Like Dennis, I’m a Menace to the rap society
‘Cause I bring variety, a threat to your
Cassette, CD, and vinyl. Metaphors charge
At your fucking brain like a rhino (Like a rhino). I’m known to crush
Wack groups that rock over wack loops
Attack wannabe troops and make ‘em scream, “Oops”
They’re begging for my pardon, but my heart is hardened
So I bury ‘em. I’m from the garden (From the garden), representing
Patterson, where niggas quick to scheme (Quick to scheme) from Alabama
To T.C.P. and all in between (All in between)
From now to forever, Ran Reed will be the shit (The shit), doing
Damage with my clique—jealous niggas get the dick (Get the dick)