The Cypher

[Verse 1] (Jay Young) I killed two birds with one stone, a double dosage Somebody call up Bomb Squad, I'm setting up explosives I'm on the boards, killed the beat from the inside out Killing off my creations is what I'm all about I get to rappin' and murking, leave bodies decomposed Along with the verses that I write whenever I compose I'm never a sucker unless I'm with your girl You would think it's the circus the way I'm giving her a whirl I ain't never scared, learned that from Killer Mike When I was a young lad I'd be the first to strike Now that I'm older, I don't see why I have to change Im still running like a machine, minus the gold chain Like Kanye, getting high off his own supply I put together kicks and drums to get super fly Jay Young, Street Muzik, I reside in the West No DJ Khaled, but over here, We the Best! [Verse 2] (Illy Kay) You say your flow sick Well so does bad pussy You ain't hard, you mushy Ain't a fighter but don't push me This hard liquor got me thinkin' sicker thoughts Illy Kay up in your girl's room, swinging thicker cock Quicker not, I got the flow to make a ho go low Well, real hold the charge, but for me, she's pro-bono Oh no, I'm kicking hard as ninjas in kimonos That means I'm just relaxing, but still kick ass and Kicking ass, taking names, making lames, apparent Sonning with my solar flow, go dumb like Anna Farris Money spinning like a ferris, yeah, I got the day off Haters need to lay off, shit talkin' don't pay off Uh, in case it ain't clear, I'll fuck up any rapper I just need a volunteer I'm a UF Gator and in case it ain't clear I'll fuck up any rapper, I just need a volunteer [Verse 3] (Jay Young) Me and Illy Kay on a collision bang Only two people on the cypher like a campaign Cuz them niggas flakes, they too quick to fall But we only needed two rappers for this entourage We got together like the Frankenstorm in NY We let it bang like the shotty to your left eye We let the pen fly, you hear a battle cry We coming at your neck, we ain't passing by I'm handing out lobotomies to all you oddities Body bag and toe tag all of you anomalies I do this for benefits to my economy Eliminating competition, it's an autonomy This ain't a democracy, it's a plutocracy We taking over thanks to you and your hypocrisy And no priest, pastor, or man can save you I'm coming through to put you in your grave, you Young