LuCypher

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Yo, I'm wild like the C-74 adolescents
Acknowledge knowledge in a book, I'm out of lessons
White collar crimes, money from lawsuits
Dressed like the mob, FILA Velour suits
Real hustlers don't ridicule
My niggas moving pounds, trying to get rid of Q's
Movin' birds, nigga, ostrich size
Haters in the way tryin' to ostracize
Sideline niggas want to instigate
'TiI I leave a nigga face up against the gate, haha!
These rappers is a nuisance
You can get shot nine times and be the new Cents
The aggressor, antagonist
I'm like Floyd in the ring, you ain't tagging this
I get hyped when I speak (Yeah!)
I guess I'm hypothetically speaking

[Verse 2: Ghettosocks]
Beats bumpin' out the gate, move something out the way
Bass kinda like Rampage lumping out your face
I think it's 'bout time I got something out the fame
While you krump on the dance floor, I'm humpin' on your dame (Uh)
Kids are all that, yeah, I'm fronting on your claim
Got a crew of Oompa Loompas, Munchkins in the game
Came in the door, said it before
You want the dope, boy? I got it pumping in my veins
Not heroin, what kind of 'cess is you on?
I take a mic and stir-fry it like it's Szechuan
Steppin, huh? Want to try and test us? Nah
All the fly French chicks said we excellent
And when we steppin' on stage then the best is on
Pests be gone, we serve 'em like a restaurant
Ain't you tired of these chumps in your echelon?
Well Ghettosocks Autobot is the fresh you want, what

[Verse 3: Sars Kuma]
The king lurk, watch how my crown shines
I don't give a fuck if the show's yours, the crowd's mine
I'm so high I ain't ever get any down time
I'm so fly, make the sky green and clouds cry
What? I'm back on that raw shit
Climb into your car and cut your face with a guitar pick
Ghosttown Syndicate, All City arson
Sars that little fuck is spraying mace in your apartment
I am the dirty kid, you never want to play with me
My French goons fuck you up, sound like c'est la vie
And I ain't even gotta spray my heat
I just point you out and twenty five rap kids invade your street
Money talks and you can't with your jaw broke
Y'all never should have went against it when the Gods spoke
You had to go and get involved though
I got two eight shot revolvers and now you all know

[Verse 4: Kid Fade]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah, I'm artistic but my heart's twisted
The dark mystic making rappin' look good like I was narcissistic
Part distance though my words will harvest carnage
Hungry, eating rappers alive, now that's a starving artist
Tarnish for this hum and souls to get me mad respect
Decompose my flows through this foundation like an architect
Harsh effect like a slow attack that starts to wreck
A chance of ever winning in this game so on your mark get set
Go, set it off like attack without warning
With heat like this, man, I'm causin' a global warming
Stormin' on tracks performing in the cut like a gourmand
The way I sew it up, think I throw it up to keep you out of torment
Check the fee like a doorman, I stay explorin'
New ways to ride the rhythm and to hit the tracks soarin'
Clash with the beat like I'm already too far from boring
I can murk you after touring with no chance of your life restoring

[Verse 5: Sean Strange]
Yeah, Sean Michael, Nah Bro 'til I'm in the ground
Fuck your record label, come to the building and kick it down (what?)
I'm living foul, no cure for the pain
You full of shit like a hoarder while I'm boarding a plane
My name ring around the globe, homie, while you're at home lonely
Don't try and get that free feature when you don't know me
I put in work, you a dick rider fan
Tagging me in your video, trying to get by with scram
My brain gone on vacation and can never be found
My doctor got me on a different kind of medicine now
They won't invite me to the party, dog, I'm never allowed
Fuck a white rapper, I should be a guest in the crowd
How in the fuck you think you droppin' bars?
You not that God, not I'll go knockin' Sean, top of the food chain, I rock it hard
Like cocaine on the stovetop, I eat that
You talk that blah blah blah, I don't believe that!

[Verse 6: Swifty McVay]
Gangsters rap seriously, the only nigga burying me
Is the nigga I see, in the mirror I be
Carryin' a piece, this lyrical venereal disease'll make 'em do aerials when I squeeze
I'mma grab a gat and aim it at your back
And have your bitch mimicking acrobats when I attack
I'm never slackin', see murder's what I do when I'm not actin'
And oh yeah I rap too and I'm evil
Slugs enter your skin like tattoo needles
I give you another hole to breathe through
I pack a piranha bite, I'm strapped with dynamite
I rap like I'm having open mic in an alley
You write with cloud nine and candlelight and your bad beat
Come and look at paths, I'm on plants and bubble baths
Lookin' far from manly, I jot on sandpaper
Guzzlin' gasoline with a bloody pen in handy