Текст песни Blacktop Cypher (Intermission) - Pats feat. The Kyd

There's no end to this vicious cycle
A disciple of Lucifer my mind is in Jupiter
No religion I move with precision
Pats spills crimson on a dark road
I'm in a dark mode
I'm about to explode
Behold the rose gold flows
I give a hater cold should
Snot dripping down your nose
You could say I froze the atmosphere

Hold my beer cus I'm takin' a puff
More scruff than a cave man
Break bones with bare hands
Ice cream cones and a snare man
Check your diaphragm
Telegram it
Just jam it
Smooth flow like a hammock
Ham burglar like Andrew Hammond
In need of a famine, beats blaming
Bob Marley, we jamming
It's P & K bitch

Alright, alright, alright I know you're waiting for the kyd
Rip it Shane

See now it's Pats and Kyd, from C-Town, the fashionistas
Freestyle pizzazziness, speak foul? Ya cats should sit
And listen as we teach how to rap this shit
Cuz the way that ya preach now is sacrilege
Bitch, we blast ya field
And been mothafuckas with the mass appeal
P said sign deals if the math is real
And it's like a nine mill when I grab the quill
It's ill, surreal, my triumph is evident
In asylums, a resident, like Mein Kompf when sketching it
Forever sick, straight from the dungeon rap
Defecate on mumble cats, fakes can't fuck with that

Ya, we taking it back, bitch
GDPS days, a few decades
Came here to wreck flakes
Ya, it's PK All Day
Welcome to the tape, bitch