Cypher Effect

[jackietrainwreck]

 

 

 

 

Son, I'm sick ebola, doper than that coca///

And I don't give a f*ck man, I'm duckin all these rollaz//

I be cruisin through these night streets with my windows up//

Smoke hit my roof and my dude pass the dutch//

This what the f*ck i do, come and f*cking stop me dude//

You ain't on my level, to reach it is so impossible//

My skills are so illogical, illness in the hospitals//

Hiroshima everybody, my lyrics is atomic fool//

Yeah, I spit history lessons//

So you already know when you reach for that weapon//

I'll consider that you steppin and cause an insurrection//

Goddamn...thats a beautiful lesson//

Man here I go, I'm in the zone like a fast ball//

My mind is light speed, and I be waltzing past yall//

I'm the one you can call, just to take the pain away//

And I don't give a f*ck, i drop more than rainy days//

 

 

And my cypher's so sick, I'm the only one invited//

Yo girl seems to like this and she ain't tried to fight it//

Where's the blunt? Let me light it till I'm lifted//

This the holidays, but you ain't never gifted//

And I don't give a f*ck what  you consider//

Cuz you stuck without a paddle in this f*ckin river//

Goddamn  I got the chills, boy I'm so cold//

I flow like hemophilliac with the bloody nose//

Damn understand it, I am manic and I'm famished//

And I could give a f*ck if you think that I'm a savage//

Well I think you a maggot and you don't even know it//

But you would never know it as long as you up on that ho shit//

My potions are potent, my flow is like the dopest//

I'm higher than a mountain top and deeper than an ocean//

Goddamn mothaf*ck, what the f*ck we gonna do?//

When everytime you talk, you soundin like a fool//

You looking like a tool, that's why you get used//

Bitch here's a tissue, here's a cup of Yoohoo!//

 

 

One thought for my brain, one love for the homies//

Why the f*ck life always gotta be so f*ckin lonely/?/

I reach out to the homies, but I'm never reachin far enough//

I just wanna eat steak and fly home to foreign stuff//

f*ck a star and the fame, I need the cars and the chains//

All about the dough, bitch I'm hardly ashamed//

I'll spit the worst verbs, and blurt curses//

Bitch got the curves, I ain't talkin about cursive//

My prayers are so fervent, but God don't got His hearing aid//

Awake like an owl, because I think I f*cking fear the day//

Yeah...you ain't on my level//

Sippin on that Ketel till my hands are on that metal//

I'll leave your city leveled, hurricane Cho on the way//

I love kickin knowledge while ya girl give me brain//

Can I get ya girl's name? maybe we can kick it//

Why you f*ckin trippin when she gave me the digits?//

You got your life, go live it//

Before you f*ck around and get your helmet splitted...I mean split//