Cypher 1

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano] I'm the new Aristotle, call me Luciano Zeus Apollo Future Pablo Picasso, numero uno honcho La Cosa Nostra, mobsta' Apostle, cockin' the auto- Matic, I'm what happen when you combine the top four Rap dudes, let me mix em all, see the west call me Ma-Cube-velli When I call east, then they call me Jigga Smalls See the raps too deadly, sincere like that dude in belly The bigger y'all be, the harder ya fall, I got tools ready I'm sick aimin' atchu, bless me Yeah buddy, go head mug me I'm Ted Bundy, nutty, can't face me Get murdered backwards I redrum yeah sonny Lead up in ya head, trust me Ya dead from the snubby Shed blood on your van, you shoulda fled from me dummy Yep, us niggas makin' noise I draw pistols, that’s how I illustrate my point [Verse 2: Kid Vishis] You know them Detroit boys true We gangbang for your blood, but we don’t holla soo-woo Torture you before I put the torch to you Be discrete but see you treat the beef just like a fork'll do Yah deuce-deuce, can't fuck with an Uzi Or fall more than blond bitches when they run in scary movies Dead if we creep, at your head then shoot While you playing, you can't be duckin' more than a goose It’s the truth, you don’t know who you playing with Rhyme a bunch of words but ain't saying shit Makes sense, call me Superman walk into the booth door Can't beat him, cuz keep more Kryptonite than Lex Luthor Coupe doors, open like your fridge and your freezer Visa, shown I've been to Ebiza Can you do that? Left coast, Midwest rap When necks get broke, the throats collapse [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] Nobody can spit sicker - than this immaculate Arrogant nigga that clutch triggas, yall some switch hittas Some bitch niggas, I should slit yo throat Or stick a needle off in your arm and leave a suicide note This is a quote from a killa, I'm Achilles, mixed with Atilla And equipped with more straps than a gun dealer Then my flow is on some assault rifle shit Believe you me, I rifle your clique just as quick as my trigger go click And reload the clip in the calico Send it eight shots in your clavicol, so bitch nigga die slow Yo, you fuckin' with a psycho, that just might go Michael Myers on this mic though On some real spit, my spit malignant My flows ignant, better yet flows indignant I'm a beast on this mic, I'm a pit off the leash So vicious some say, Michael Vick sent me to fight [Verse 4: Kenny Siegel] Nigga, my bars are sweet like chocolate, Nestlé On beats I'm a beast I'm the Loch Ness, Nessie My tech love smoking, I call it my high tech weapon It’ll leave a guys vest messy I be on that tyrant shit, I be on that take a rifle And snipe a prick of his bike while he cycling type of shit I be on that pipin' chicks, bareback with viruses Then eat em out before they monthly cycle end type of sick Shit, when I'm writing I'm too vicious I chew you bitches for nutrition, I'm cuckoo, few screws missin And you listenin' true flew shoe spittin And yall should give it up like loose bitches It's over, nigga, buried is the weak My various varied vowel styles, vary on the beat Got engaged to my gauge, now I'm married to my heat Watch how you speak now I'll forever hold my piece, motherfucka [Verse 5: Mykestro] Rahh, the monumental his mouthpiece Out the unbottled genesis, model citizens and sittin' outreach Consolidating synonyms, disfiguring doubt I’ll evict any nigga anybody killa, I'm bout me Controversy, the kind that would sign the Quran to the clergy Collidin' with climate, it kinda irks me The Santa Monical rhyming and minor intervals Models, and bottlded mineral water provides a visual Certainly, the circumstantial manual My intangibles clash tryna amass Hannibal Fast forward, the flannels and flags catapult Flash the last vaginal splash for Rass’ antidote Before my pinnacle pass to crash criminal Class up individualist swag but flag pivotal My unperimative passion’s the last symbol to Blast the last nigga to past on that centerfold [Verse 6: Demetrius Capone] I make the song cry, I make instrumentals weep When I speak what I penciled in the sheet Freak beats like pussy, eat instrumentals like a peach Wake up with a hard dick, cause I rape instrumentals in my sleep I don’t give a fuck about the old west Drown the whole west, 'til theres nothing but us and hoes left Like Noah’s Ark, blow your heart out your whole chest You’ll get blown apart, I'm Bonaparte in the cold flesh Into commission, I need no permission Blowing niggas to pieces for believing the wrong religion This is the prohibition of different beliefs, there’ll be no co-existent We the holiest coalition, but listen You can play Jesus on the part two Crucify you twice, he double crossed you Motherfuck, peace, I'm a meat lover Choosin beef over squash, I’ll each one of y'all food [Verse 7: Conyiac Da X.O.] Shots pitchable, like Bonds Barry them Hittable like GNC, man, I keep iron in general [?], when I started she's done Her walls ain't travel miles niggas can't even come I go in like them cracks ima cold wind How the flow spin, should be labeled as the cold sin I'm a broke limb, like I mind chicks that wanna step on shattered ligaments to a cold limb?? [?], new west co-op, no country for old men KRS-me One mic, Esco-bars I'm a Teacher Master trigonometry so cock you with the sleepa But dick in to the draw Llamas play daggers like a scene outta Saw Man I'm seen without a flaw So Conyiac get observed more than the [?] on that show room floor [?] Haters hurt beneath me Treat em like the sole on my [?] where my feet be I'm Peruvian man O.D. completely Entrepreneurish, Ben Franklin completes me