Lyricist Lounge Vol. 1 — текст песни (Cipher Complete)

Cipher Complete is blowin east, west, north, and south, yo
[check, check, check, check this out]

[Verse 1]
It`s like one is for the gods, two is for the earths
Three is for the seeds to whom we give birth
Respects to New York, y`all did it first
But now we bout to show the world what Jersey`s worth
Here`s the facts, cats makin pretty ass tracks
And I aint goin to relax til they bring back wax
All y`all frontin ass labels who don`t sign real acts
Now y`all know why so many of us blacks sling cracks
Wanna stop this? sign me on your shit and let me drop this
Bet you make a profit, cuz niggas gon cop this
The way we used to do it, shit is stuck to it
Niggas sound so R&B it sound like I could FUCK to it
I aint tryin to see this hip hop shit get vanished
Crossover niggas, y`all can eat a DICK sandwich
Rap is like a set up KRS already told ya
Peace to real soldiers of this hip hop culture

CHORUS:
We gotta
Bring Hip Hop Back [4X]

[Verse 2]
Yo, now here`s the verdict, all commercial cats gettin murdered
These pre school raps in they songs are wrongly worded
?Some kids on the block asked a mutt said he`s fat?
You couldn`t make a sell if they pressed your shit on crack
Picture that, how the fuck you ever gon blow
When you jump style to style tryin to steal niggas` flow
And speak about Moet you aint even sipped yet
How you trickin on dimes but can`t get your dick wet
I can`t forget, these record labels seein stats
Only sign a nigga if they glorifyin black on black
Wsup wit that? I can`t understand why
Songs gettin played nowaday be killin my high
And it`s official, y`all niggas frontin that`s the issue
And everytime you try to touch the mic I`ma diss you
Niggas is sweet, surprised you gotta get hard
Bring your rap back like Wu did Wallabee Clarks

CHORUS

[Verse 3]
Ayo, keep this thought, on your motherfuckin mind
It`s too many niggas seein light who really can`t shine
Y`all better get a grip, cuz my shit tight thick
Electrifyin like the third rail did Ramone and Spit
Niggas seein platinum hits, but aint verbally fit
Gettin rich real quick offa some bullshit
It`s like this, the devil got this whole game fixed
And that`s the industry`s rule number 666
Of this rap shit I will never let go, niggas is petrol
Of a slim nigga dipped in ecko
A label shouldn`t be a label if they don`t let the best blow
I`m bout to knock y`all off the board like the game of chess go
Bring it back

[Verse 4]
To the real hip hop heads that battle for the dough
But now niggas spend years on gimmicks tryin to blow
Posin wit gats, wearin funny type hats
? clothes tryin to pose like the Mac
That shit is wack, I`m bout to knock you off the map
Your songs couldn`t slam if you alleyooped to Shaq
So face the facts, the god`s knockin it down
Makin sure `bout two thou these cats aint around
And it`s feel, cuz lyrically you gotta have skills
If I start namin names niggas wouldn`t have deals
And that`s real, so next time you writin your rhyme
Make sure you reperesentin hip hop in every line

CHORUS

[Jeru sample]
and we brought hip hop back home that night, one day



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