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ALAMI CYPHER II Lyrics

[Verse 1:MF Dezze]

Nigga is you serious?

I popped an ex G6 like the Far East Movement

I just pulled up in a Urus

You niggas gotta be kidding

You do a lot of the telling

They should put a price tag on yo head

Cause on yo own songs you selling

Niggas think shit sweet

But like a lemon,that shit gon get sour

Zeus hasn’t struck my ass down yet

And they said one man can’t have all that power

Of course they lying

Your niggas dying and they ain’t even trying

When I bought weed I remember when I had to hide it

The fuse was boutta be ignited

Whenever yo bitch see me she hella excited

I’d be tripping if I a let nigga do the title of that one Wiz Khalifa song

And Try It

Nah

I’d rather die by driving my bike off a mother fucking cliff

Hardest nigga to ever live

I’ll put that on my grandparents and my motherfucking kids

[Verse 2:Jay OneHunno]

I put my ice on the rocks

Put the gloves on like I box

Who let that fuck nigga talk?

Put his ass in that mother fucking chalk

I see wit all my eyes like a hawk

Look at the way I walk

I was on that block

Busting clips out of the chop

Open up shop like a nigga tryna buy sum

And then he gon be a bygone

Fifteen shots and his eye gon

On his dead momma is what he lied on

This that shit I can get high off

Now I’m flying

Like Superman in the sky

Keep a hundred million on me when I die

Bitch my house off the grid like the family from Family Guy

Test me and that shit will actually be suicide

Actual homicide

We’ll bang it out on yo block

You a goofy,get blocked

We making a movie right on the spot

Just grab yo popcorn,sit and watch[Verse 3:AI HZL]

Watch

Watch

Dropped 50 million on a watch

All they do is watch

All your boyfriend ever does is plot

On my downfall

Yeah fuck you,I’ll see you at work

Nah fuck that,I’ll see you at church

Like a bible,need to finish this verse

Fame is a gift and a curse

Do me wrong,end up in a hearse

He rapping on the mic but he ain’t saying words

Cause every other word is a curse

Word

They’ve been sleeping on me like I was a bed

Now I’m gonna drill my existence into their heads

Fill em up with lead like a pencil

Don’t break the tip off or you’ll lose that grip

Same for a pistol,a point 2 caliber

So who the fuck’s my competition?

I destroyed the competitor

Every time I’m post to drop,I mark it on the calendar

They’ll know it’s me when they see the hoodie in lavender

[Verse 4:Young Sheep Don]

Life’s a bitch

Female dog if you would

He couldn’t even outrun those bullets if he could

Like a carpenter,I’m finna put him up in that wood

I told her do me proud and she like “Yeah that’s good”

Like get in there

Like G Herbo I never cared

Be there or be motherfucking square

Guess his ass was square then

Can’t get a share of the pie when I’m blowing up

Like an elevator,I’m going up

They hate on me,so what?

They don’t understand the style I’m doing

My diamonds are only for the viewing

An evil potion,that’s what I’m brewing

Staying wit the mob and I’m doing my job

Which one of you bitches do I have to rob?

Wear the same hoodie everyday like I’m SpongeBob

People die everyday,that’s a lot of names to remember

Do not forget the 21st day of September

Futurama how I’m tryna bend her

Over and I’m doing her on the sink

Don’t blink

I’ll stick the pink in your stink

Open those lips that you use to drink

Fell in love with the pen and I cummed in the ink

Had big mental health issues but I talked to someone and they shrinked

It’s funny because I was actually talking to a shrink

But I don’t know why the fuck they’re called a shrink

How much time do I have left on the verse?

Cause I feel like I go on then it’ll get worse[Verse 5:Alam Nasrallah]

Got 2 weeks before I gotta fast

So I’ll just put out this verse,fast

If you fake your whole lifestyle,that shit will not last

Bitch I said what I said and it’s now in the past

Plus I do not like bringing up the past

Because I like bringing up the future instead

Like what does it have to hold?

This that 23 degree Celsius flow,that shit cold

Like what you do with a font,that shit bold

Why do you still have a grudge against me

When you’re seventy years old?

His soul he sold

For a pot of gold

Like he’s gonna get that from the Lucky Charms leprechaun

Ay

Ay

Light up this bitch like a firework

When the tires skirt

No need to use weapons when words hurt

Way I remind them of a new drop is like an EAS alert

Bitch I’m filthy

Came outta the dirt

I could write a verse with 500 words

When you look at that shit,that’ll be a lotta words

Fuck man[Segue:Dirty $prite]

Yuh

[Verse 6:Dirty $prite]

I run the game up

So get outta my way

Doing this verse

In the means to get paid

Do all that trolling in the means to get sprayed

You act like a pussy in the means of not getting laid

Damn

It’s like I struck the nerve in the nervous system

Bitch I’m out to get em

The rap Armageddon

Got no Led in my Zeppelin

When I form a weapon

It won’t prosper against the common enemy

It used to be a friend of me

But it was pretend to me

I do several straight shots of Hennessy

Need the mother fucking remedy

I head blow all my opponents like John F. Kennedy

Believe it

You cannot fuck wit my style

Last time you heard a verse from me?

I admit,it’s been a while

I had to attend a trial

Involving someone who tried to shoot up my car

He got life in prison,that’s deserved

I stand on top of my every word

Bitch I said what I said,haven’t you heard?

If not your hearing is off and I’m very concerned

Way I roasted yo ass,it’s like I gave you five degree burns

This ain’t none of your concern

He could’ve went the right path if he didn’t take a wrong turn

But I guess that one thing these niggas do is not learn

[Verse 7:Devon Carter]

Hear what I’m saying

I am the product of your nation

The new rap sensation

A master of my own creation

It’s like every time an opp die,there’s a celebration

Like he stayed capping till the day he graduated

Bout time I get things situated

Niggas die every day and to that,I’m habituated

Did it all on my own,no masturbation

Look

I create waves every time I drop,issue out the flash flood

Young rich nigga,made it up out the mud

Cops pulled me over,they thought I had drugs

Bomomb Zone the future,I just wanted to plug

Like a vampire in these streets cause I’m out for blood

Found this lil brownie shawty and you know we in love

We clicked like the people I hang with

I am never out here doing fucking lame shit

You can’t hang round us if you never killed shit

Or if you have never done this drill shit

A 45 on me,it’s a kill switch

Flow switch

Got em like what?

Everybody bound to get they own paycheck

You just didn’t make the cut

Like scissors do when you put em against the paper

4 years later and I still got haters

And like a delivery service,I cater

Go against the grain,get mashed like taters

I got an album to record,I’ll see you later

And if you didn’t understand my verse then you need a translator

[Verse 8:Wacko]

I’m all about getting my bread

Like the bakery

I am not with all the fakery

Uh

Like Slytherin they stay wit the snakery

Had to cut the heads off em,that’s why I don’t trust a bitch

I done made it from the struggle and now I’m filthy rich

Like the rapper out of Oakland,California

At a young age I was taught to mourn the

Dead

But don’t let this shit get to your head

Like what a pencil is made of,we gon fill em up with lead

Go up to a Rasta and I cut off his dreads

Cut off some friends who backstabbed me

And left me with the wounds wit my chest and back

If you try to steal from me then you ain’t getting yo life back

Fuck that

I’mma just it blow

Like Elsa,I’mma let it go

I’m loyal to my niggas,that means bros over hoes

And you getting X’s out if you ain’t following the code

Yeah I’ve been out here on the road

I set the studio on fire wit every bar I wrote

It’s like they trust one minute and then the other they ghost

Me

I guess it’s fuck me

I guess nobody trusts me

Oh yeah,fuck you too

I’ll let the choppa sing and it don’t need any autotune

[Verse 9:Bryson Tanner]

Pick a tomb,any tomb,I’ll put you in it

No need to check the scoreboard,I’m always winning

He stay shit talking

With that same mouth,he’s grinning

Like a dreidel,we keep on spinning and spinning

Hop out the V,I’m a stepper

He takes the L so much,it might as well be his favorite letter

Talking that spicy lingo like I seasoned it with pepper

Yeah you make all the bitches wet but I made mine wetter

They say it don’t get better

But uh duh!

Five hundred K on me when I walk out the kluh

Pluh

Wuh?

Same old Bryson with the same old shit

Yuh

Yuh

Like a sink,I’m finna get that bitch rinsed

And now that I’m rich rich

I can talk that rich shit

I heard they dissing on me

That’s that bitch shit

This that big shit

Can’t fit it all in one compartment

That nigga handed me the gas pack

Like a nigga just farted

I’m finna go special ed

Because the beat already retarded

Young rich nigga,I already finished what I started nigga

[Verse 10:Dubb]

Okay bet

Let that fuck nigga try it

He can’t hide from the chrome being planted into his dome

So why the fuck he hiding?

I heard they were gassing that nigga up and now they real quiet

Thought you were post to stand on business

Are you even fucking trying?

Look over every rhyme in my verse

Why the fuck would you think I’m lying?

You said my shit was wack?

Sorry,I couldn’t hear you over yo mans dying

If you was really what you claiming to be

Then you would’ve already gotten revenge

All my fucking friends are dead

Cause death pushed them off the edge

And now I don’t got many peeps left

Except Camron

A picture is worth a hundred words

That’s why I use a Cannon

No Nick though

Why they still on my dick though?

I don’t wipe my ass and I stay wit the shits though

Slide on the block and it looking like a real shit show

This nigga having convos wit himself,he must be skitzo

I be all up in these bitches ears like a mosquito

Nah fuck that

I want a fucking bloodbath

I’m a real nigga

That’s why I never lack

[Verse 11:Shokka]

Can’t play the black card

When there’s a bunch of whites mixed in wit it

She say my dick tastes like licorice

Yeah I made her lick a bit

And on the tip of it like an iceberg

No one dares to make one on Sponge Gang right?

Outta sight,outta mind

If you ain’t bout making money then you wasting my time

Got the 10 millimeter pistol like a dime’s price value

I heard your new shit

And it sucks more than a vacuum

While your whole gang was out getting murked

I was getting topped in the bathroom

Way I put it in,she could tell I was so damn smooth

Got the moves like a criminal

I love it when they tell me to come outside like ain’t everything digital?

I could just send a few missiles your way

He didn’t have to prove shit,I already know he’s gay

You made those accusations before but I don’t swing that way

You and me is not the same

You should hold your head up in shame

And change your fucking birth name

Cause why is it Jesus Condom?

Were your parents Christian and horny?

Hold on,I think they were Christorny

I think I just made that shit up but I don’t care

I don’t give a fuck if I have to perform in my underwear

Well at least I’m there

And I’m not lying to people

About when my set will be

I heard that they talking down on my name

But it sounds like nonsense to me

And technically you’re wrong

And that would also make her wrong

Yeah nigga you have two wrongs

Can’t make a right wit it

Like what the fuck have you done in the last year

Cause I stood on my business

These fat niggas can’t pop the clutch

Every day it feel like we winning

[Verse 12:Stone Lee]

With the fucking Glock in hand I feel like I’m boutta fire bend

They tried to cancel me before

Yeah but to no ends

Run the game forever

Yeah,my shit got no end

Like nigga we got you cornered and this here is the fucking dead end

Put on my ski mask,I’m finna do a drill like a construction site

Your bitch can’t keep off of me

I swear she a parasite

Has this nigga not learned his lesson?

Fuck em,leave em paralyzed

I’ll strike fear until his eyes

And then I’ll make it feel like he wants to die

Yuuh

Bitch I’m on that

I want that

My pockets wouldn’t make into Japan

They’re too mother fucking fat

Way I hit my target is like when I hit a flat

I’ll show a nigga no mercy

And I’ll come in where he sleeps at

He usually wakes up to the birds

But he’ll wake up to a 6 letter word

Being uttered as he gets shot the fuck up

Wake the fuck up

I’ll treat this nigga like he’s late for school

And that’s very fucking ironic cause I used to skip school

Back when I was 19,no glockie

Nigga missed his fucking shot and he’s getting very cocky

I’ll get back to you A$AP like my name fucking Rocky

I be sliding on the block like them pucks used in hockey

Who want smoke

Cause when it comes to it I’m a chimney

Feels like I own everything

Like I work for Disney

Was walking past a light skin and I was like “She pretty”

Next thing you know I started salivating for them titties

It’s like I haven’t seen food in 30 days

Like a Ramadan

Tryna fuck the lights out of this bitch

And I can’t even get my condom on

Fuck being a good guy

I’m siding with the Decepticons

I put out 8 sided tapes like all of them were octagons

[Verse 13:Inna Lisa]

Bitches say my name like Rihanna

And then they soon regret it

Don’t sweat it,I’m a G

And my name’s Inna Lisa,don’t forget it

I’m ready to cuff a nigga like he was getting arrested

I take him to the room and it’s time to get the sex in

I blow his dick like a tuba

Blow up the vicinity

Like Osama Bin Laden

He tryna run up them fucking plays

What he think this is,Madden?

Oh y’all stupid huh?

When I give you this fucking head

Will it make you fucking dumb?

I never fuck a nigga who’s disloyal to me

That’s my rule of thumb

Niggas stay flexing they money

Like they ain’t ever seen the sun

Like nigga if you don’t go out and spin the block

Wit yo fucking gun

Don’t act like a fake gangsta

Like a penguin,that shit don’t fly round here

I’mma make this shit very clear

If I don’t trust yo ass then I ain’t gon let you drive the boat

Sorry but I had to do it

That nigga needs to fucking go

[Verse 14:Don Cavalier]

I’ve been having motion ever since the fucking 8th grade

Every track I’m on will blow up like the fucking World Trade

You can’t walk inside this club if you ain’t got an ace of spades

Bitch I’m not fucking scared

I got myself some hand grenades

Toss em like a salad

Oh that nigga Joe Budden?

His opinions are never valid

These niggas lazier than DJ Khaled

And it’s crazy cause at least they have talent

Unlike other niggas who don’t even fucking try on they track

Don’t let that mother fucker cook again,that nigga is a rat

You should’ve cut him off from day one

And you should’ve left him in the past

I’m not impressed with you other niggas

Cause yo shit hella trash

I could make a song where I took a shit

And that would sound better

Niggas copy whatever I do,I’m such a trendsetter

I’m after bands nigga bands bands

And you tryna slide on the block wit no fucking plan

And claim you is the man?

Ah hell nah

Get his bitch ass outta here

Why the fuck you took your iron out

You can’t even have yo gun in here!

Damn!

[Verse 15:Lil Mossy]

Why these niggas hate on me?

She gon have to wait on me

I’m not gay homie

I just made that one verse bout sucking dick

And how I wanted him to blow me

I joke most the time

I didn’t mean that

Way he gripping on his Glock same way he grips his cock

And he gon squeeze that?

You real nigga all in the face

But do you even fucking bleed that?

Hold on,spin the car back around

I think we found the target

Which is ironic cause we found him outside of a target

So I put one on his back and now he’s a walking target

Why’d you even buy a new car if you don’t even know how to start it?

Why’d you even buy a new phone if you barely charge it?

Like that shit don’t make sense to me

And it don’t make any dollars too

I was raised on the block

What the fuck did you expect me to do?

Words cannot describe what I’m about to fucking do to you

I just heard your new fucking track

And that shit doo doo doo!

Flush that shit!

[Segue:SkywardVic]

Uh

[Verse 16:SkywardVic]

Got the last verse on the entire cypher,I am so lucky

All these bitches wanna fuck me

All these hoes wanna suck me

Yeah I fucking get it in

In case Young Sheep Don didn’t remind you

Then he’s running from president

So like what the flag’s tied to,better run up those polls!

Tap into your conscious like J Cole

And when I do features I take souls

This that fucking crowd control

Like I had a fucking remote or something

They call Dezze a goat for a reason

That nigga does not miss

Put that nigga in target practice

And that nigga will still not miss

I’m glad I got to feature on this

Alongside all of y’all,it’s been a blessing

I just sold my old label,I’m doing what’s called finessing

Yeah that bitch is like a salad the way she be dressing

Gotta worry bout due dates all the time,they low key got me stressing

But I’m calm and collected

Like a firefly in a jar

Dissing on me won’t get you that fucking far

I’ll track you down in your fucking car

I’ll find out where the fuck you live

And I’ll murder you in front of your own kids

And make them bear witness

At a young age

I’m horrible,right?

I’m adorable,right?

Whatever I got on right now is very affordable,right?

And it’s logical,right?

With the tech I’m technological,right?

I can read myself my own rights

And I would still be right

[Outro:SkywardVic]

SkywardVic the coldest mother fucker on planet Earth

That’s word to God and Mother Nature

You hear me?

You can’t stop me

I’m on my grind

At the right fucking time

You would need to get a new watch to be on the timing I’m on!

Alright I’ll be going now

Resume with whatever else you plan on doing

And thanks for shifting your attention to ALAMI CYPHER II

I’ll see you very soon