Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Souls in a Cipher , by - REMO CONSCIOUSRelease date: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Souls in a Cipher |
| Shoot first that’s the motto |
| So I hit one of you n****s with a hollow |
| Ridin' through OC smokin' Gelato |
| PJ out of the bottle, got a hundred bags from Pablo |
| And they came with the shipment |
| Move the la but my dog had the cane in the kitchen |
| Think it’s a game n***a listen |
| Sticks on the back seat and they came with extensions |
| We used to slang loose cracks shoot at us n***a we shoot back |
| Get your wig blew back for 22 stacks |
| It ain’t shit to get one of my young n****s to do that |
| Your baby mama house sprayed up with the new Mac |
| Move back, you don’t want an issue |
| You don’t want them n****s to come and get you, and they’ll 100 clip you |
| Send a savage that’s 21 to get you |
| Wavin' the stick everything in the drum will hit you |
| (Remo Conscious) |
| Each spin around the sun |
| We pen another planet, pages weigh a ton |
| We keep ‘em on the run |
| Words like bullets, spinnin' from a gun |
| Each spin around the sun |
| We pen another planet, the universe drums |
| Galaxies on our tongues |
| Souls in a cipher, spinnin' round the sun |
| (Remo Conscious) |
| The dope is potent, the dopest poet page soaked in |
| Blood, breath, and poem I’m the spoken word Volcan |
| Not boastin' just honest, my sonnets raise the dead ones |
| Sonics from the speakers right and left ones, live from Oakland |
| No sun, just shadow, the black lung Shogun |
| Sword showman stacking heads on my blade like a totem |
| Bionic with phonics Steve Austin flow Golden- |
| Era of the real back mumble cats get broken |
| I spit oceans, these others swallow, hear them chokin' |
| On my words, while at the same time quotin' |
| Bravado of these youngsters got me laughing, no jokin' |
| Not knowing I will throw them out the booth, Hulk Holgan |
| No holding, these bars, molten- |
| Lava, melting steel like 9−11−01 |
| Floating on these waves showboatin' while gloatin' |
| At these rappers who ain’t living, they just IG postin' |
| (Planet Asia) |
| Runnin' shoe rebel, Ruger in the Chevy heavy metal |
| Was soon to be a legend in the ghetto |
| Fun crushing the untouchable Mafia raised |
| Rachet, rockiest chain ask about me comin' through to cop them thangs |
| B*****s never curve us, real n***a mighty for sure |
| I’m highly secure cause snitches make me nervous |
| It’s a good time to be with the shit, watch a crook shine |
| I book time to knock your favorite rapper from the top of the list |
| So when you mention me, just make sure |
| You mention that my bag is the most fiery in the dispensary |
| Diadora jumpsuit giant |
| Mix the burr with the flower and fry it and roll the stew into the science |
| Marble floor mansions, heaven on earth expansion |
| Eye of the third splashin' every herb in an orderly fashion |
| My infinite thought pattern is limitless |
| Y’all 85 dumb def and blinded by the primitive, it’s the God |