LYRICS
Verse 1:
I’ve been woke, while ya’ll forever stuck in the matrix, face it.
Y’all size me up to try to measure up to my greatness.
I’m like a drug laced with all sorts of toxic- substance,
So read an abundance of my lyrics can distort your optics.
Known for writing deep, flow magically—
Not the type to preach, so gradually planting seeds to grow clarity.
I got it sewn like a thread and needle, check the preview as I bless the people,
Act like a disrespectful weasel and— don’t expect a sequel from this horror flick,
When I’m possessed by evil and let this desert eagle, eject a lethal cartridge.
Descendent of King Tut, who’s mummified in a sarcophagus,
Seems I had a partnership and bargained with God to gift me with resurrection,
To return to start the shift of events for an apocalypse.
My consciousness spill in these streets,
it’s a chain reaction once Jasmine aligns with the wickedest beats, (let’s go).
Chorus:
Welcome to my cypher, (come on)
Where we MCs exchange syllables, bring your A-game, remain lyrical.
And it’s critical in representing with original content, never mind with all that pitiful nonsense.
Welcome to my cypher, (come on)
Where we MCs exchange syllables, bring your A-game, remain lyrical,
And it’s critical in representing with original content, never mind that pitiful nonsense.
Verse 2:
Imagine souls of wise and ancient Navajos,
mixed with Shakespeare, Langston Hughes and Edgar Allan Poe.
But with a savage flow, not the typical rapping show,
The type to make the average Joe’s knowledge and wisdom stack and grow.
Way before COVID spread, people so misled,
defy morals and chose instead to walk aimless with the hopeless dead.
As the dying breed, cry and plead to the Most High to supply their needs,
and question why the creed of fakes win, and how can I succeed in this rat race.
Stuck in last place, causes some to lack faith,
Just before mental poison strikes.
a voice ignites hope, reminding us that our choice is right.
Time to gather all our boys tonight, launch a movement, rejoice in life,
convince devoted MCs to hoist the mic, enter the cypher and join the fight
(To my last breath?), to my last breath
My circle is sacred,
gotta bring blood, sweat and tears for access, (let’s go)
Chorus:
Welcome to my cypher, (come on)
Where we MCs exchange syllables, bring your A-game, remain lyrical
And it’s critical in representing with original content, never mind with all that pitiful nonsense
Welcome to my cypher, (come on)
Where we MCs exchange syllables, bring your A-game, remain lyrical
And it’s critical in representing with original content, never mind that pitiful nonsense.
Bridge:
Hip-hop got me in a tight grip,
I might spit quite wicked rhymes,
But with a slight twist, of righteous,
Can you feel the rush?
So much raw passion concealed to just generating love,
then multiply with a healing touch.