Текст песни Phiraga - Savior Monroe

They call me the cypher killer for a reason
I started all that LTG shit
Y'all niggas wouldn't even be who you are if it wasn't for me man
I am back pack, I am the team
One man army in this mother fucka

Anybody fight to get my anger ignited
I become a dangerous titan, strangle you lifeless
I'm to the point where delivering pain is exciting
Finish you by slicing your physical brain with a trident
Leviathan style, wit Namor Aquaman and Poseidon
Ariel will throw me tail and gimmie cake with the icing
Others think you an animal like an Ape or a Lion
But I'm Godzilla using Radiation as lightning
I'm Raiden and Hydra, with all hail reigning beside em'
Wet you on summer days like kids breaking the hydrant
I been fresh since Index, we get to scalping
If you chin check you get X'd quicker than Malcolm
Captain in America like Eagles, fuck a Falcon
Getting clapped up in ya area with Eagles, fuck your talons
These bird arms take your bird chest and your talent
If you hurl bombs blow your bird nest off the planet
The damage, birth tectonic plates the earth it is outta shape
But these bombs curbing a lotta weight
You Got the nerve to try the great, my herd will trample gates
Raisin the gun til' you a dried up grape
Now I'm moving to the Phire
But you don't want smoke, I'm the doobie and the lighter
I'm true to my desire, crazy til my lunacy expire
You niggas can't jump nor hoop in this attire
You was never with me shooting in the gym
Liable to sprang ya ankle when you hooping in these tims
Ya foot clan looking kinda Wuzee in the film
So for my directors cut, Goro Masamune ya limbs
I breathe fire like a Tanjiro dance
Sword form 55 it'll body ya mans
Even Batman prep couldn't conjure a plan
On how you stopping the fam Carbon Monoxidant man
The deadliest gas, rather play it safe with the smoke
Cancer in the neck niggas, put some tape on your throat
Like you born in New Jersey how you stay with the chokes
Nobody's perfect, cus even Jesus prayed for the pope
I came to provoke, and if you out of hand, chop it off
And like a fake fit, motherfucka knock it off
If you part of the equation where a dollar could be saved
Then Ima rock wit you for ages but if not, problem solved
When I carve the dog, like a Chinese eatery
The butcher coming, I ain't talking NYs Benny B
The top 5 pens on this side of the city streets
4 niggas to kill if the top guy isn't me
Until my sword is sharp enough to cut air
38 with the electric tape it's Loaded Lux here
And that tongue is 5 pounds of pressure
9 rounds adjust to your time bomb in seconds
Count down to detonate, lock down the present day
Mock clowns get shot found and stock piled in heaven's gates
My son, it's done, dearly departed
And pardon, that red rum sea he is the largest
A marksmen with big dumb beams see it's the archers
To catch you from above, you see me as the father mother fucka
No Terry Bogard, but got the power wave
Since Phire Nation we killing you in a lotta ways
No need for namaste cus you ain't gon have time to pray
Crystal clear I take your soul with the force, Illajide
Or like a Jedi, but Savior is like a Sith
If I get in my bag, I'm leaving with all typa chips
Because the Phire rip as soon I can light the wick
Blowing you up quicker than the internet can type a list
I ain't worried bout a top 5
To be better than you, I just eat, shit and not die