Diablo Cypher

[Verse 1: C.U.P.I.D.O] White smoke rises, lower than my perspective No quite clouding my judgement, that shit makes my vision better Fuck eye tests, spotting letters We spot fakes from in the distance Curtains close in my bed room like an intermission So there is no witness when I'm with your women Fuck missionary we switch positions Like fingers on a Rubik's Cube Because of the internet, I wasn't really that childish Been watching RedTube since the 5th grade, learning all the best moves I exude truth behind the booze and medicine Genes with that rebel blood, deep in the chromatin War drums, beat play, that shit stays heavy metaling Message that is heaven sent, it's time for the exodus Indefinitely reckless, perpetually sexing with queens "Your Excellency", what they say when they addressing me Girl you aggravatingly attractive I want you to treat me like I'm your camera Pose for me while I switch the angles up They preaching Christianity I'm like "That's impressive" Obviously sarcastic, that's the religion of the oppressor I'm African, how could I be Anglican? Insecure that's why you mistake my confidence for arrogance Words from the wise, from the wicked, from the war ready You don't what no problems cause 9 months before my birth date You had all already lost already That's redundant to make sure you all get the message I hope you all get the message I hope you all get the message I hope you all get the message I hope you all get the message Everybody's got dead homies (Sitting in the church in the front row Saying rest in peace but please come back But they ain't gone come back) Everbody's got dead homies (Sitting in the church in the front row Saying rest in peace but please come back But they ain't gone come back) Everbody's got dead homies [Verse 2: FlexXFillemon] See I'm a ticking time bomb Kill me if I'm wrong But mess with the wrong cord and I'm sure that I'll blow us all And freedom is still a luxury Working hard for less worth than God deposited Grinding for the fuck of it Praying when I die they write the eulogy so you can see Definitions of suffering Rapping for my soul so you can see the shoes I'm running in Puffing clouds is what I'm 'bout So take a bow as I bring, nigga We working hard that's power, pleasure and pain nigga Let's take a trip through my life A young black nigga, with his mind in the sky Fuck a limit and listening to people that try to make me believe In a barrier, see I believe in my carrier Flow that can carry a Yacht and all it's passengers Fuck a bitch to tell her bitches "Damn the kid is big as shit" My dick can split a ho in two Its fine cause now there's more for you Smoking doob is all I do When my mind's feeling ridiculed They've always said I got potential I'm so special Got the type of chick that make your girl so jealous Back in my city, 0-61 with my homies We blowing O's while we slowing racking up hoes and you know me Got tats and I'm still pure There's one motto, "If you see it and you like it make it yours" (There's one motto, there's one motto If you see it and you like it make it yours There's one motto, there's one motto If you see it and you like it make it yours) Smoking doob is all I do When my mind's feeling ridiculed (Make it yours) Smoking doob is all I do (Make it yours) When my mind's feeling ridiculed (It's raining) That's all I do [Verse 3: Hansolo] Makavelli in one, a son of a gun Used to dribble the ball, now I literally ball Keep pushing the weight, till the day that I'm straight Mayhem when I'm in the booth, pop 'em like spades Nigga get me spade, infinite deep They follow like sheep They call it Twitter and shit Taking over the court, King James but short Cremate my corpse then snort Nightmares o'Lord You either face the pain or stand in line like Cain You either playing the game or you just part the game I swear you niggas can rap, but damn you niggas is lame I remember the days, had me flipping the page Vodka lemonade, 'nout to blow like grenades Pulled the pin out I'm going in Everyday I sin Yeah I'm the bad guy, been fly Scared of heights though Fake niggas, lipo couldn't change them G-Star hoody, free Shmurda Shmoney on my mind, I'll murder Any homo sapien, its really happening Barely ever up on a Tuesday Hansolo, fuck a Bruce Wayne I'm painting vivid pictures but I don't paint I'm painting vivid pictures but I don't paint Got these dope lines like cocaine I'm hard to blow like propane [Outro: Hansolo] It's the Royal Isle Cypher Shout out Sir Matthew Its Lord Matthews Everybody got a dead homie Rest in peace everybody got a dead homie Gunshots on the block, pop pop Everybody got a dead homie