Текст песни The Cypher - D$ feat. Formaldehyde Slums, KonSlayer the Genre-Walker, The Amazing T-Bird, Abstraktius Artimus, Paulo Mac the Arpium & Kaizen Vibez

I sling rhymes like Billy Bob Horton's where I get my coffee from
Scheme building officers come and get some
I stand my ground like Chris Rock/ Bow Down to the Westside
Let my spirit shine I ignite
My aura, hack's coming out the woodwork
Like you won the lottery diminishing your hard work
Let their curse be their curse never ending
Stories for the bleak imaginations pending

I'm the apostle who was sent here by the god of music Apollo
Elegant, decadent, sentiment for any listener to follow
Fuck dropping atomic
I'm leveling the planet with a death ray with the same wrath that God had for Sodom
A misanthropic, annihilation of any MC in my sight
Prepared for war foresight then summon the demi gorgon though me mic
Sever their heads, stick'em on pikes and raise them higher
And indie mercenary that'll burn the entire town down with fire
This is an expression of lessons learned from musical ventures
When to go for the throat and to swing for the fences
Either way in the end I wanna be able to convey
That KonSlayer was the sniper in the cypher today

You might be catatonic from this cromulent sound
Yeah you might be rendered speechless by this voice that I found
It's the bird of the thunder the shaker of ground
Eyes fill with wide wonder when I come to your town
When there's no one around I tear mountains asunder
Stealing the crown so there can't be no blunders
A badass old head just like Donald Sutherland
A sonic engineer with no time for slumbering
So underground that I'll take you to China
In the world of rock ain't nobody finer
Yo D-Money think I nailed the assignment
Now it's time to put these plans back where no one can find them

I am the incredible Abstrakt on a pedestal, I bring unforgettable
Raps that have a steady flow, all you rappers edible
I'm sicker than medical, spectacular and secular, I'm ready to let it go
Got a lot of issues, write'em down and get'em out, and got a mind full of sickness
And I let it out my mouth, with these phrases that I come up with
I conjure what is now, and you know I do it loud, and I'm coming for the crown
And you clowns wanna talk, but I ain't even listening, I just make another track
And you know that it is glistening, cuz I'm shining when I rhyme
And I'm doing it on time, and you hating on my grind, but you know I'm doing fine

You pull a knife I pull a sword
Send one of mine to the hospital, I send two of yours to the morgue
This is more than a sport, this is gladiatorial
Been in this since Arnold was the govenor of California
I've said some unholy shit
That would get kicked off the set like Gina Carano on in the Mandalorian
It's pandemonium
And time is money, and mine is worth like forty bands, so I guess you can't afford me then
I make a metamorphosis
Holding on a scepter wearing a robe like a sorcerer's supposed to dress
I transform into a poltergeist, hit you in your overbite
Fast as lightning strike like a Cobra bites

Time to kill the suspense, did it in self-defense
Yo "I see dead people" with my Sixth Sense
Apparitions from this mic demolition
On a mission to body beats like a mortician
At the funeral home collecting cadavers
I'm lit ... it's cremation for these weak rappers
And I'll dump your ashes right down the toilet
Have a homecoming with your rhymes ... enjoy it
Lemme bring it back to the light now
Even though I'm from the gutter I can still keep it high brow
Repent for my sins then play some Beethoven
When it's my time I hope that Heaven's gates open