Freeverse Cypher #5

[Intro: Token]
Yeah! Cypher 5
And this marks one hundred free verses
And it feels good as a motherfucker...
Hehe
Shyea!

[Verse 1: Token]
Homie, we did it!
They said we wouldn't do it
But, mothafucka, we did it and we coming to get it
Jump in the bin and suckers are wishing none of us finished
But they be trippin' because we be different than others who did it
My team coming to get it
We hustling with it
Now we watching dreams come to fruition
I trust in my clique and all of our wishes
None of us getting up to the feeling of team love every minute
We the truth to rap
We ain't talking 'bout shit we ain't doing yet
You ain't fly, bitch, you’re plain–cool your jets
You ain't shooting TECs
Only TECs/texts you shoot is to your friends
When we be getting confused and stressed
The remedy's melody–music, yep
It's enemy left with serenity
Fellas who step to me best be immune to death!

[Verse 2: Trey Peace]
I-I let a verse out then I reload
Once a month, gotta meet up with my PO
Green comes after hard work like Ceelo
Want a mill' in their faces and I ain't stoppin' if I see those
(Waste, waste) Waste my time, I don't do
Checkmate, you’ve got no moves
The patient ones, we wait it out
Then finish the job on our own two
My inventory: stock-piled
Am I Lucifer's spawn or God's child?
Dulled out, dumbed down
This generation's too docile
You live for this image
As if all these riches will fall from the sky to reward it
But listen, that isn't the life that's worth living
You clearly forgot what's important

[Verse 3: Composition]
People like you never work this hard
You heard these bars?
Lemme reverse
I know you get a bit hurt
'Cause I be getting it first, and you be getting it last
And you'll be getting a spurt
You'll be grinding
I don't give a fuck about timing
Put in the work and the stars get aligning
Kid is just shining, I live it to find it

You don't support, then don't support it
Then don't get behind it, ya bitch!
Yeah, and stay off of my dick
Pardon my lips, put my heart in my shit
In the dark, I'm gon' shine
So it's all on my list
Stay calm, kill y'all
Y'all be balling y’all fists with the anger
Fuckin' with me spell danger
Savor the fruits of my labor
Can't say it to my face?
See y'all later, straight up
I could give a fuck about a hater

[Verse 4: Du-Karan]
Survival of the fittest
When push comes to shove
We see them weak niggas trippin'
I ain't tryna be a critic, but the juice beats
You count down the digits
I'm imploding your mind from a listen
I'm living in a dope-dope prism
You lack confidence
Now you won't pull the trigger *gun cock* *gun blast*
Huh!
Now when your mind gets slimmer, there’s a tide
Get thin and buckle down to get bigger
I ain't got no f[?]
I'm like "Fuck them niggas!"
Motherfuckers know better
It's Duke for your mind
Fuckin' up with mine
My endeavor
Combust in time
[?] and we’ll shine
My influence much clever
Ha, I do it better

[Verse 5: Token]
Feels like yesterday, I mean it
I was still BDG, Comp's name was C. Mitch
Hope and Dayo there, too
Trey was teaming up with a microphone
He was waiting to begin
Trey and Dayo had the [?] to create and achieve it
I ain’t lyin’, I didn’t think we would make it–believe it
But they weren’t takin’ no for an answer
They dropped it without telling me
Fuck it, that was motivation we needed
That’s love! It’s been that!
Look at all those videos, hard work from Dayo to film that
If Trey got his eye on a goal, he gon’ get that
Comp been my closest friend since then
Duke been like new family and no bullshit
Hope is my dude, he support to the fullest
There’s nothing we can’t fuckin' achieve!
I love all my fans and I love all my team!

[Verse 6: Trey Peace]
Listen, we rep what we came to invent
A rose from concrete: that’s my team
And we kept moving step after step
To arise from the depths
Only grind, we don’t rest
Put our mind to the test
For these measures that pleasured the masses
Said we’d do it and then made it happen
Five cyphers later plus one hundred tracks
It’s surreal but this only was practice
Sure, it’s a bit of work, writing the verse
But no songs would be here if the mic wasn’t first
I thank Token for that plus he mixed every damn track
He’s too dope with the craft
New thoughts for shots time and time again
Shout out to Dayo, the man behind the lens
Add Composition and Du-Karan
And the cypher’s complete
To good times, it's Peace!

[Verse 7: Composition]
A hundred–I’m talkin’ a hundred verses
In a hundred weeks, you askin’ what’s the purpose
Scratch the surface
Pin out these mothafuckas who stay consistent
Talking down
We all been through this shit
I see with the vision like look what we built
I told myself I ain’t gon’ be a statistic
I’ll be here forever
Yeah, we on a mission
Quiet, man, y’all need to listen
He’s so insistent
Nah, he’s been grindin’, he’s been consistent
Sitting through bull shit will never be weak or submissive
See my position, we lead and we listen
No need for decisions, mind made up
Trey see his PO, if we all go, they gon’ violate us–too dope
Don’t talk like you know, you don’t! (don’t)

[Verse 8: Du-Karan]
Niggas, they can see your truth through the bullshit
It’s Glass House, nigga, we got the blueprint
If you don’t feel us, we’ll be a nuisance
In a playlist of the music you get high to
Use it, abuse it
Main attraction with the music or muses [?]
Yaga know like Dayo, the cool kid
Catch a fade by the talent of a smooth lens
I keep on talkin’ (Token), Trey find peace
Composition’s now spoken
Hundred free verses, intricate wordplay, and curses
Earned a place in the urn, we give purpose
We killed it!
Navigated the roost to destroy this!
Cypher 5!
Glass House!