Titan Cypher - Dub

I keep my bitches on check
I walk around with a stick
I keep my glasses on tint
Look at my outfit
Bitches bitch about me, claiming I'm the shit
Not my fault I'm always up
That's why bitches gotta call me a dick
Why you tryna scope? Y'all a bunch of actors
You better watch your back, bunch of chiropractors
Who don't you want to fuck with
Everyone in the cypher
Around here you put a helmet and a vest like a motherfucking biker
I'm a warning button, I dare you to press me
Thought you was gonna finesse me
We're not in class so don't fuckin' test me
Stomp on your face and make you look sketchy
Kicking rhymes, Jet Li
Rip you apart like the Red Sea
Better not try me, I ain't no free sample
I walk up to you faster than a Lambo and blast you like Rambo
You ain't showing up to your family's parties, plans canceled
We dismantle, whip your ass like my dad with the scandal

Respect your highness
I am Poseidon, kill you with my trident
Step up to us titans, don't ever try to fight it
I had a vision, shoot my rhymes with precision
My position witness Christians false religion, Goddamn
I was Max Dillion before the Madvillain villain
Now I'm killin' for a livin' and I'm ripping through these bitches
There ain't no limit to my women
A competition spitting, the sickest shit I've ever written
I'm sittin', sippin', jokes are spittin'
Disses turn to kisses, out here fishing, quit your bitching
I'm rarely lifted and when I am, I'm quite fuckin' gifted
My verse is flowing, I'm overdosing
I'm out here with the homies going bowling
Like the blunt, let it start snowing
It's the city of Bell, nothing but bud we inhale
I'm stuck in a cell, I consider it fuckin' Hell
My style is straight raw
Your style is straight soft
I'm sicker than y'all
I thought I told you fuckers never to fuck with the God

Look at the flick of the wrist
Look at the tits on my bitch
Look at the tip of my dick
Say that I didn't, I did
This nigga soft infinite with
Mixing a little bit with, woah
It's so sweet, you're sugar free
I'm a loner, you lonely, we not the same, that isn't me
Even if I went Dr. Evil, there wouldn't be Mini Me
It don't matter how many men men you finna bring
Thought I was finna get punk'd, I Ashton Kut you in the spleen
Charlie horsed your bitch too and that's for forgetting Sheen
Lil Loner is dark tistic, I was designed within a machine
I got more bodies than the Coronavirus in Italy
Just in case that joke was a little too soon, I'm kidding
Like take a joke bitch, just go bitch
Go go go bitch
Who the fuck did you even come here for bitch
I don't even wanna know bitch
If you don't get the joke, you the joke bitch
Wooh, you joke bitch

Tell me what vision is better
When you literally see that you're like me, that I believe
So I don't need it, I'm killer
Fuck taking advantage of me like dealing with J. Heller
We look the same but different on the inside
Like I came from Planet Kepler, shit
I know we judge a lot
Expect props over shit like, fuck opps
Instead of rag outs and square talks
I'm no one to criticize but we still do
Who woulda knew I be the one to put this city on the map
Made my every move, left me from crowds
To being a lone in the back
In the back of a stage puffing herb, homie sippin' on black
Everybody wanna grab the composition of rap
I call it boasting like fake models on these Instagram's
I'm not that easy to impress but I move so swift
Like a Bishop in the game of Chess
More or less, my conscience tends to co-exist
East of the River, Maywood city residents

I live in the city of faces
Where it's the money, drugs we chasin'
So overlooked, I work under the basement
I'm sitting back here like, damn, they misplaced him
I move according to my cadence
Don't have the money, time or move to waste
I thank the graces I ain't caught a case
Plenty of times they woulda seen me through glass scrapes
Told myself never end up in that place
Time to prove to them all from where I last came
Won't define worth a gold for the past I made
Cut the grass 'cause there be too many damn snakes
Doing nothing but playing bitch and acting fake
I'm up in the clouds all for that paper plane
Swerving through the lanes, avoiding all the lames
On the road to fame, I will own the game
I bring the bang, it ain't a theory
Hitting 3 at a time like I'm Curry
If hip hop is dead, it's me alive they buried

Around here non-sentimental, non-gentle
That'll send you to purgatory with gory utensils
So essential like stem cells, fuckin' invincible
Cold as mentos, so reprehensible
I need a fuckin' AC for all the heat this bring
Fuckin' one man army, taste defeat in teams
Wanna stay in my league, rethink your dreams
'Cause I'm pissed like R. Kelly at a sweet sixteen
Fuckin' kings, emperors, rulers and dictators
Y'all are door maps, followers and straight up clout chasers
Shit that annihilates ya is the same shit that made us
Mayweather at the MGM, you're the hookers in Vegas
Feel free to hate us or to call us tasteless
Only parade raining is my nut on your girl's faces
We the solid gold and diamonds in our stasis
Only accessories you have is toe tags and hospital bracelets

'Bouta show up to the rumble, broken outta my chains
A cannibal when I spit so I'm gon' live to thy name
They call me Phase for those of ya out there scratching their heads
'Cause once I'm done with this verse, better pray you ain't forget
Remember me 'cause I'm god like becoming Zeus to the titans
And you like Ren to Solo, niggas think that I'm lying
Born outta the abyss, welcome to the dark side
Spook you niggas 'cause I'm def walking around in the shadows
Leave you death and left for dead
Tie them up in them shackles
A walking nightmare
Leave it niggas, don't fight 'em
Hit 'em where it hurts, bars hit you like lightning
Got 'em hot like crack, my music's fuckin' illegal
People doubted me but now knowing the truth
Commit lyrical manslaughter once I stepped in the booth
Sold my soul for a second chance, looking inside of my roots
Living legends, they exist 'cause see, I'm living proof
Motherfuckers



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Writer(s): Josh Guardado
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