Lyrics The Cypher - DJ Dax , Tenma , Laye Murashi , NyteXing , GenWorld , Kickflamez

(I never quit under) the pressure, depression, a bad hand, stacked with traitors
Who just question your methods and pass it off as entertainment
To put in laymen's: I paid attention to your statements
But a bedroom rapper dissing, is pillow talking your weakness
Every second spent complaining, meme-ing up all my efforts
For some superficial deference, I wholeheartedly ate it
Silently made my changes, from broke bridges to pavement
Leave it all in my craft with no stress up in my cadence

I ain't got a lot of time, so let me be brief
I'm in this bitch just to hand out cartridges of relief
Then I move up to when Sega started dealing CDs
It ain't work, but them niggas kept on pushing CDs
So I've jumped: hyper space, I'm as far removed as I wanna be
But I move on the bottom like a good game of Centipede
Take my shot two times, Galaga down, give that ship to me
I'm the shit you see in history that seems to repeat these
Scenes of this misery

You might be a methodist actor in social experiments
But dont take a chance with the rapper who actually eat beats like
Candy including the wrapper, excluding the
Lil' corrupted pastors who tryna' subtract us
Bring it back to when I lived by the farm with the tractors
And men with crimson necks hated me 'cause I was black
But I still persevered, news don't bring the
Truth, your noose I'm cutting loose, as far as the truth? You heard it here

Reppin' Haven City, comes Yung Jack and Daxter
Rap's Armageddon, we're the precursor rappers
Big ups to those before me and the flame spitters after
But while gods roam the planes, there is only one Master
What they claimed was your future is a thing of my past
You're just a rap extra, I'm the head of the cast
Your career's a balloon bound to pop, over-gassed
This turtle is done waiting, I'm knockin' heads at last

She my Goyard Baby, Goyard Baby, she got my
Mind going crazy, mind going crazy, super
Thick, how she always on the grind, baby, make it
Work, make that motherfucker shine, baby, she got a
Brain with the bread and she fine, baby, let that
Money talk, pussy go berserk, hold up, stupid
Pay, bands busting out the shirt, hold up
Hurricane with the rain, city surf, nigga

Aight, homie, we seen that, we been this way since the relapse, no
Reason for us to recap, we really tryna' relax
I beaten you all by three laps, I'm waiting for all y'all feedback
SMG will make you lean back, having yourself a deep nap
I ain't tryna' to control ya', I'm rapping with my controllers, I'm
'Bout to go use my Ultra; blast that super nova
Hold up, hold up, now hold up: I had to kill a verse, I'm the
Fucking second born but I am NyteXing first, nigga

Back at it, once again, twin double shots of a twisted beam
Seeing different waters in a different stream, waking up to know it was just a dream
Yeah, just a dream, got cuts, no luck, blow some steam
Feeling frustrated, I'mma grab the lean, dealin' with a fraud, better get extreme
No coke for the prize, best believe, turn mic over, wait and see
Nothing coming out, but burnt ashes, wait to go, jack some fruit, back flashes
Seeing fights back just brought lashes, fighting everyday, no acting
Real talk, no lackin', more fun, less trackin'

Running laps around all of these
Rappers, Gran Turismo
Flow go dumb like Stooges: Moe
All about the paper flow, you
Paper weight, you feathers, whoa
Flying like I'm Mario
People talking big jokes
They don't want that real smoke
From future, they exhaling vapor smoke, Vaporeon
This is no Splatoon, but bet I'll really splotch ya' hoe
Tearing mask off of all these "wanna be's," they Ichigo
Damage done is critical, and no returns are feasible

(And plus your) shawty wants in on my Apple Music family
Plan, pours one for me, just asking how I got so many
Fans, you haters look at my iPhone X, well, you're catching these
Hands, go get who? Well, dawg, go get actually your
Mans, keep it a stack, in fact, you lack like half of these
Bands, flow Peter Pan, I'll "Neverland," no gravity
Can, the gasoline man, spit acid heat and my chick's a
Barbie on the barbie, your's a Raggedy Ann, damn

Swag is extravagant, the whip is lavish, the
Bitch in passenger badder than anything you'd imagine, I'm
Done with rapping but DAX hit me like "nigga, what's happening"
So, fuck it: Azstro just had to jump in his bag again
It's over for 'em, no open forum, I'm getting vocal
Chord from yo' bitch, watchin' Overlord, I ain't local
Boy, I got artists from Georgia, Bahama, Florida and
You ain't got the pull to open for 'em on tour
Floorin' the foreign, dripped in bespoke you can't afford
Hard to ignore, got suttin' hard for ya' jaw, baby, I'm
Off later, hit me off, maybe I can hit it raw
I get you off, ain't no maybe, stop playin'