Lyrics The Quarantine Cypher, Pt. 1 - Chris Ash

Now it's bad blood like an expecting mother's period
Made me think I had a heart attack - I'm fuckin' serious
Two faced fakes attacking heaven's gates, etherian
Refuse to show their colors in public like a chameleon
It's that quarantine shit, Covid-19 shit
Black Plague shit killin' you and your weak shit
G shit, No gangs, get your weed lit
Bout to catch a body, fuck the last tape's peace shit
Catch 'em check the finger, Know they're looking for that ring man
Pages of my lyrics can expand on past my wingspan
I come from the land of the bluest grass and Keeneland
Other rappers brain numbing, Pain staking, C-SPAN
Egads, They let me out to kill a verse again
People perpetrating how they're makin' all their dividends
The sentiment'll send 'em in and have 'em slaughtered, Minute men
Some cinnamon in Swishers then we smoke and then we sippin' gin
The most underestimated underdog'll take the title now
Butcherin' the beats, I started cookin', Sellin' by the pound
Try to make the bread so I can start to turn my life around
But then I play the baker, Turn my money to a twenty ounce
That's forty for the freedom and that's eighty for the proof dude
My homie just picked up a chick, He might conduct a choo-choo
Never had a Mazda but I might be known to zoom zoom
Catch me on the battlefront, booku like I'm Dooku
I'd love to body Poppy and make Baby Goth my ride or die
Pick me up a tiger mom and live it like The Life of Pi
I won't die unless I kill myself, A line of cyanide
The land of the Illuminati, Owl City, Fireflies
I am from a place betwixt the city and the sticks bitch
Pass me the Corona get some lime and then we sip, sip
Get the beat and run it back, I hit 'em with the pick six
Call me Covid-20, Try and quarantine Chris bitch