The Cypher ft. Asani, Quis Chauncey, Godinho, T Clipse & Arkh Zeus Lyrics

Making mountains outta molehills

Got my niggas killed

So I pick my battles closely

Know that shit get real

All y'all internet talking for niggas more than bitches

None of my business

I'm w my brothers plotting on riches

I'm in the Guinness for time spent fucking ya hoe

It's just for show

Wouldn't touch that bitch with my pinky toe

Don't keep a pole but I make a call and they gon appear

I'm like Houdini ain't no lock or box could keep me here

I love my fears

Cuz they keep me safe

My own belvedere

I'm velveteen

I escaped the place

Where they made me bleed

Funny tho

Ain't tell a joke

And hear some niggas laughing

So it's action or it's comedy

Can't draw the line

Just living life

I hit the Z on G it's dinnertime

Gon break the bank when niggas see billy the kid arrived

Ain't hit my stride but my rhymes will glide just like silver surfer

The world's been turbulent

Melt my eyes and I can't see the torture

This gon hit realer than real I ain't got no feelings to feel

They ain't rock with QC I ain't have a bill to my build

Ain't these so called rappers spitting cap for a deal

They Shady through they socials I cannot relate niggas weird

It ain't real when they spill, they don't spit the truth, lie in pursuit

Don't cry real niggas don't shine we the few

I love my zen promise fuck it might die for the crew

I just wanna see them limelight bright we the few

Nothin new in the zen

Just hits stepping on niggas like fitted's and timbs

We representing winning

Had to take these losses to be bosses and shit

That's word to Clipse we had to get it and dip

I don't do drama don't get dizzy tryna spin you a Bin

Cause I kick garbage to the can

These Niggas rappin in tins

You not as active as this

You ain't tapped with the zen

Young sinners winning with friends

Yeaaa we did it again

Buffalo Bill put the lotion in the basket

Smoke so much gas I think that Imma blow a gasket

Blade to your skin I think I'll put you in a casket

Never let them see your pain you gotta always mask it

Drop a chainsaw down a staircase and feel the pain

Laugh into the void I'll maybe come up with a different name

Call myself the king but what's the difference to like any slave

Switch the shackles switch the crown and start to look one in the same

Fake titles fake personas I can see right through the lies

Always wear a costume like it's Halloween night

Plastic cask around your face I think I'll tear off your disguise

Take you out the cave and you'll be blinded by the light but

The sun can be so harmful think that I can feel the brimstone

Maybe I'm in Hell on earth it's time for me to go atone

Confess to all my sins and maybe then I'll find some peace alone

But I would rather hold it in I'll be just fine all on my own

I lost a couple battles but I never waved the white flag

I might buy a beat then sell a feature that's a light bag

Scenic but I'll blow up like a Creeper cause I'm like that

Cruisin' in the left lane I know I'm on the right track

Stay away from the real haters and fake lovers

Fake flowers come with a catch better take cover

Pain-smothered niggas getting higher than a blade runner

Who fuckin with me go figure like the 8th number

From the Bay State watch 'em burn at the stake

Yeah the Zen boys eatin' boutta murder the plate

And I been keeping my balance like I'm learning to skate

Keep a lookout take a turn for the jakes

Passing GO to the bank

Wake up, pray, make some tea then I'm to it

I coulda been up off a play but I blew it

I told my mom I dropped outta D1 for music

So I'm putting all my life into this shit until I lose it, Clipse

Look at what I founded

My sight could never be doubted

Despite whoever the crowd is

My might's respected in power

Get to spellin' that acronym

Fuck with Zen, we're some gladiators

Ready for war, got the body bags and them caskets waiting

Raw backwards on the track

If I'm on wax, I'm not gon' lack

Roger that, no Wayne

Fuck out my lane, bitch you ain't tryna crash

We ain't after fame, you have to pay us in a lot of cash

Or we're leavin' stains across your pavement while we spark the gas

Call it a mazel tov

Bars hit your head like tomahawks

Drop when you're dead, ah haha

Got you a bed, bah ah ah

Them sheeple losin' sleep and countin' all their losses

And they're countin' all our wins 'cause they're astounded by our boss shit

And who could blame 'em?

The way we're movin' is flawless

Bitch, I'm the greatest

My gang is too and that's obvious

Even the novices are following and copyin'

Well, jot this shit down in the next testament

We got godly zen