No Music Cypher

[Intro: Dyme-A-Duzin]
Yeah, sheesh
Uh

[Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin]
Armageddons coming, I can see the subtle signs
The subbin' on the socials left me uninspired
Fallen & revived, lived a dozen lives
Matrix, plugged in just to show you I’m the one this time
Agents, moving flagrant, I'm preyed on and forsaken
Labels want a piece, a stake of my creations
Left for dead but thank God I made it
I survived the raidings and phone tapped podcast conversations
Constant hatin', a sinking city, look at how shit has changed
Heroes we expect to save us playing Diddy games
And I can’t take that
Donald, I’m bringing great back
The screen or track, I’m Will Smith or Nip giving straight slaps
Crown snatching, they bringin’ the town backwards
Perc addicted rappers can’t see past the rapture
Act for the craft, you eatin’ crafts with actors
Slave for cheese then need a pass from massa
Shackles and crackers, tragic

[Refrain: Dyme-A-Duzin, Curtiss King]
No Music
No Music (Yeah, yeah)
No Music
(D-I-Y-er)
Uh

[Verse 2: Curtiss King]
Day by day, this games a little more revealin'
This industry is sneaky, do you see what they concealin'?
Nobody want to hear that their hero might be a villain
'Til that legend hit a ceilin' and you think he might be stealin'
Hoppin' in your live like a humble pioneer, huh
Typing in your chat while he plottin' on your peers
I think he might be lost at this stage in his career
Let's be clear, he gon' steal from you too, this niggas weird
There’s a human and celebrity, you gotta spot the difference
Never let a promise put a pause on your commitment
Clock in, ‘cause we ‘bout to get paid when this shift comin’
Ignorance is twitch, with a raid and a blitz comin’
But I’ll be ready, Curtavelli standin’ six’ somethin’
Last six summers ain’t give me nothin’ but a sick stomach
I reminisce on the days that I had ribs touchin’
Now I’m at the table, I’m really ready to flip somethin

[Verse 3: Scru Face Jean, Dyme-A-Duzin]
Sip somethin’
Cheers to the days we ain’t have shit comin’ (No Music)
Big stuntin’, used to flip on mattresses with six cousins (No Music)
Kid doesn’t have to worry ‘bout the things I did, nothing (No Music)
Chips comin’, like hibachi, probably think I flip onion
It ain’t rocket science, I aim at ‘em and split somethin’
Witch huntin’, that mean that the broom and the sick comin’
Kids huffin’ like they tough as shit but niggas McLovin
Dudes is aimin’, Bruce to Caitlin, they ‘bout to switch somethin’
My plan, fuck all that Balmain
Buy land, damned if I just leave my forty acres to God’s hands
Friend or foe, better not be silence or they’ll pop cans
And that might’ve went right over your head but, nigga, goddamn
They can either bless you or wreck you, if you not fam
Watch a nigga turn an amen, to an, “ahh man”
And in the telly, reading Machiavelli, I’m a Pac fan
Been watching Belly, “are you ready” then we rob fam
God’s plan but all I see is dudes like me with locked hands
Let’s lock hands ‘cause we know their biggest fear is a dark man
Make me wanna chase them with the shotty, nigga, goddamn
Middle eastern pump, if I rack, then I ran
I am the last of the giants, a breed that is dyin’ (No Music)
Try ‘em, and Tony Starks slidin’
‘Cause I’ll lead with the iron (No Music)
Washington looking like Denzel, your man is on fire (No Music)
I pray that we remember the Titans and never the tyrants

[Verse 4: J Nolan]
Salutations to the real niggas only
Glad ya made it, God delivered us for real, testimony
Burn the candle wax
Usually won’t speak if it ain’t bands attached
But I done witnessed multiple close calls when them thangs go “blat”
Knew I was unique from young
Creative poet, speech was mum
Obsessive thinker, music my escape, affinity for drums
And 808s, Radio Raheem, I had the latest tapes
It used to drown the sound of gunshots, load up the database
I’m more than rap, if you define hip-hop you'll see my photograph
Some niggas took my schemes and scored with ‘em
They some quarterbacks
I been engaged, married to this shit the day my ring was made
My DNA went all throughout this city, y’all my semen plates (Ew)
How you niggas don’t know I was bred for these conditions?
My dreams casted on television, I beat the system
Proceed to mention me, it’s deadmen walkin’
A bullet fly straight through your headband, I’m Redman barkin’

[Refrain: Dyme-A-Duzin, Jeremy Hecht]
No Music
No Music
No Music
(Bring the music back)

[Verse 5: Jeremy Hecht]
On the path to success, you laugh and you stress
You might get stabbed in the back after passin’ the bread
Gods plan but would you still proceed to march to your own death?
My faith is so strong there’s parts that you won’t get
It go, “Hallelujah”, and I got a Halle Berry
I pay for the cleaner so one day we gotta marry
Tryna erase the history for their future
Then they’ll get on tv and salute ya
And create robots to replace your business
They keep pimpin’ history to recreate exhibits
Flow cold as the ice in Winnipeg, not the ICE out in LA
Had fires, still no ice you can sell me at the protest
Catch me at the marches, they’re shooting DEI
Completely missing the targets
There’s lists that exist they can’t even pretend
If this verse gets extended, my accounts susp—

[Refrain: Dyme-A-Duzin, Chilla Jones]
No Music
No Music (Yeah)
No Music (What up Dyme)
(Jones)

[Verse 6: Chilla Jones]
The facts been sleeping under their noses (Uh, huh)
Me and my brother from a man been running up our careers
Ain’t no wonder they keeping up with the Joneses (Yessir)
I’m the bomb, my speech is fuckin’ explosive
We been under promoted but these rappers goin’ pop on ‘em
Half of ‘em droppin’ a dime, and the other half, Dyme got the drop on ‘em
(Facts)
Chilla got a shot for ‘em
Niggas ain’t safe, this combination got it locked on ‘em
I ain’t gon stop, I’m going overboard
Mutiny, bored with all the scrutiny
Rappers pullin’ loot off they pollution, shit is lunacy (Crazy)
Swimmin’ through the fluid in this tandem pool beautifully
Please barricade the barracudas from a school of me
Outgrew the groupers they tried to put in a group with me (Ya)
If you a big fish it’s ‘cause the ponds small (Facts)
Baby boy, get busy like Sean Paul
And I can make a wild cat retire like John Wall (Yeah) (Hahaha)
No music

[Refrain: Dyme-A-Duzin, Kito Abashi]
No Music
No Music (Dyme-A-Duzin, what up)
No Music
(Let’s go)

[Hook: Kito Abashi]
The pain goes only when you let go
No uproar at all when you let me down
No heartbreak at all when you cross me
‘Cause I expected that

[Verse 7: Kito Abashi]
'Say rappers always lie like niggas playin’ cousins
Smollett ass kissin’ through the industry fuckin’
Ain’t gotta ask ya nothin’, them niggas smashed ya button
And he probably dick suckin’ if he trash and buzzin’ (Yeah)
He sold his soul and it’s buyin’ him nothin’
Lies and gluttony, any bind he gon’ start lyin’ on Puffy
“Nigga signed, just trust him, shit”
No grind, no hustlin’
Real niggas only comin’ a dime a dozen, bitch
I’m ill verse with demons
I’m real Earth to Venus
This won’t work between us
I need percs for Genius(?)
I’m nicely at work, my spirit hurts demeanors
When I shoot a lil' [?], [?] like [?]
[?] jet stream straight
BBL careers, I don’t know, it just seem fake
Battle me? Okay
I ain’t rattled, nigga, you in the way
First Dr. Umar open a school
Then have the Epstein tapes, nigga

[Hook: Kito Abashi]
The pain goes only when you let go
No uproar at all when you let me down
No heartbreak at all when you cross me
‘Cause I expected that
The pain goes only when you let go
No uproar at all when you let me down
No heartbreak at all when you cross me
‘Cause I expected that