Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cypher of Steel, artist - Canibus. Album song Lyrical Law - Disc 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cypher of Steel |
It don’t take nuttin to play exclusives man |
I wanna see niggaz get down with the motherfuckin skills man |
That’s what really count man, any motherfuckin body |
can play, motherfuckin exclusives man |
It’s about, the creativity, the blends, the mixes |
The skills nigga! |
Take it back to the essence of this shit man |
Let muh’fuckers see what you can REALLY do |
I’ll give you one clue to guess what my rap gun do |
Like kung-fu, I got a steel pallet I practice runnin my tongue through |
Ninety extra inches my lung grew, I stun you |
And when I’m done a paraplegic’ll outrun you |
You want head trauma, real soon I’ma promise I’ma |
drop seeds that blow up like the the Unabomber’s momma |
Y’all know what happens when a rapper starts yappin |
I’ll be bionic orangutan hand back stabbin |
I break light speed surge and illustrate verbs |
His career was so short his bio was eight words |
See I’m admittin the sentence was well written |
except THIS motherfucker should have never started spittin! |
I’m too triflin to let him life again |
I’m stiflin pain permanently by feeding you nitrogen Vicodin |
See some of the worst speakers that I know |
could vegetablise your flow like pico de gallo |
Boy you got a lot of balls, playin with a dude |
that can telekinetically extract bricks out of walls |
If you come in my zone dissin my curriculum |
I chew your ass out like the flavor in a stick of gum |
The linguistic league bitches, cutthroat, smeared lipstick |
Wrists slit and I suggest you keep the dissin before |
you wake up in a tub to only find your ogans missin |
Make sure to leave your tongue, with hopes you continue spittin |
Dickridin, label providin, your fraudulent image |
You the type of silly hoe to have no sense to begin with |
Listen hooker emcees, on a mission of death, last breath |
Your final rest, baby who got next? |
I pop your lungs from your chest cavity |
You consider your amateur blow to be challenging well then battle me! |
I’ll be waiting six feet, beneath the sheets of your thesaurus |
Deep defeat, crack your teeth, no AutoTune on my chorus |
Distorted your image, while drownin all your hopes and wishes |
Revenge is served cold on a set of dirty dishes |
Snitches, yeah, haven’t you heard? |
I’ll put my barrel in your mouth and show you what a women’s worth |
This is the definitive guide, on beats and rhymes |
On how to get a black eye fuckin with those black guys |
You better listen to what I’m sayin and teach yourself |
Or I’ll give you a belt and watch you beat yourself |
Told you don’t make a sound if you do they will put you down |
Then all I’ma say is look at you now |
Hip-Hop was not based off risk on a primal level |
We rhymin with you, not rhymin at you |
You better understand this shit or get talked to in Arabic |
Banana clip, you don’t wanna talk to Canibus |
You talk about bars, my upper torso crawl up the wall |
in your house through your window boy |
Burglar bars get ripped off, bite off your arm |
Leave (Jigsaw) scars, that’s just a doll |
This is Thunderdome hall, decoded like Sean |
The laser beam scan the apartment, it’s gone |
Metaphorical wizard, the Oracle visit every four minutes |
Until I finish, you bring me more Guiness |
I’m like Devin the Dude, and Mexican food |
with some Mexican dude and some gunslingers too |
Come through, call the airstrike on your hood |
Evacuate every bitch that make love so good |
So what you wan' do? |
E’rybody chillin, we cool |
Don’t have to rip the face off no fool |
That ain’t «Lyrical Law"that's a lyrical rule |
I ain’t did this before, I don’t wanna be cruel |
I just wanna be loved, but the world wants blood |
So we barricade the doors and wait for the noise |
Nature boy, my name is deployed, the cave is destroyed |
If you mention his name, he gets annoyed |
Cause boys should not play with psychotic toys |
A boy should not talk with a psychotic voice |
Stand before me, don’t plead no case |
Cause you passed «Lyrical Law», you already great |
So take your place next to any emcee that’s great |
In the Most High’s name we pray |
«Lyrical Law» |