Cypher Complete (feat. Tragic & Stevie Franks)
I'm a Philly Representer Size 10 Air Stepper
My reputation precedes me, something like a legend
I gave you the truth, others they tried to stretch it
Student of The Roots, see I studied my lesson
I apply pressure like ZSJ
Either way, I'm always on time, no delay
I'm the Flyest you've ever seen, go and peep D lay
The bed is the only place that D will lay
Rockabye Baby go rock away
When you're sound asleep, I got the stock made
And when you wake, I lapped your whole brigade
The safest place to hide is right up in your face
Story of my life every single day
Underrate but great simultaneously
Barely anyone is hanging with me
Beats, Rhymes, Nikes on my feet, my cypher complete
Go
Beware of the savage
They not prepared for the madness
These bad kids might just leave yo ass badly embarrassed
Tragic's appearance is like ghost's shattering mirrors
You get stabbed first, then see your reflection after you feel it
We back to building, started in the back of the building
Escaping the trap by trapping, we ain't civilians
They say there's paper in rap, wait till the bills come
We ain't them fakers that's acting we be the real ones
Nike tech suit, soon as they flex, step, shoot
We the ones that's running the track, while they run for refuge
They keep on running it back cause we something special
We feeling like we running up laps, so we keep the best shoes
Fly wizardry, move with a god's chemistry
A Don literally, fashioned in artillery
Really be running through beats, I never sleep
I keep Nike's on my feet to keep my cypher complete
Black Air Force Energy, right cross first then it's sympathy
Pushing it to the Max that's a win for me
I gotta take aim for that kill shot
From a real block where I seen fiends walk with a ill bop
Stomping in my blazers, nah not the suit type
Got all different flavors, know I gotta choose right
Known to move like I got one more chance
Get done off hand, because you like to run off scams
I'm the type to run off grands, the large type
Rocking something I can run off land, the hard type
Gotta pause that
Run the whole game, that's a long lap
Cross train like an x line or a cross hatch
Got my foot up on the gas like zoom zoom
Do her dirty in my Dunks like boom boom
Even though it's light work, it's a heavy thing
Salute Nike, now I'm killing everything
My reputation precedes me, something like a legend
I gave you the truth, others they tried to stretch it
Student of The Roots, see I studied my lesson
I apply pressure like ZSJ
Either way, I'm always on time, no delay
I'm the Flyest you've ever seen, go and peep D lay
The bed is the only place that D will lay
Rockabye Baby go rock away
When you're sound asleep, I got the stock made
And when you wake, I lapped your whole brigade
The safest place to hide is right up in your face
Story of my life every single day
Underrate but great simultaneously
Barely anyone is hanging with me
Beats, Rhymes, Nikes on my feet, my cypher complete
Go
Beware of the savage
They not prepared for the madness
These bad kids might just leave yo ass badly embarrassed
Tragic's appearance is like ghost's shattering mirrors
You get stabbed first, then see your reflection after you feel it
We back to building, started in the back of the building
Escaping the trap by trapping, we ain't civilians
They say there's paper in rap, wait till the bills come
We ain't them fakers that's acting we be the real ones
Nike tech suit, soon as they flex, step, shoot
We the ones that's running the track, while they run for refuge
They keep on running it back cause we something special
We feeling like we running up laps, so we keep the best shoes
Fly wizardry, move with a god's chemistry
A Don literally, fashioned in artillery
Really be running through beats, I never sleep
I keep Nike's on my feet to keep my cypher complete
Black Air Force Energy, right cross first then it's sympathy
Pushing it to the Max that's a win for me
I gotta take aim for that kill shot
From a real block where I seen fiends walk with a ill bop
Stomping in my blazers, nah not the suit type
Got all different flavors, know I gotta choose right
Known to move like I got one more chance
Get done off hand, because you like to run off scams
I'm the type to run off grands, the large type
Rocking something I can run off land, the hard type
Gotta pause that
Run the whole game, that's a long lap
Cross train like an x line or a cross hatch
Got my foot up on the gas like zoom zoom
Do her dirty in my Dunks like boom boom
Even though it's light work, it's a heavy thing
Salute Nike, now I'm killing everything
Credits
Writer(s): D Prime 215
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