The Cypher - Aspects, Ghostface Killah, Swisha T

Yo the matches and gases right next to the burner

If it ain’t about cash, then it’s all about murder

Pyrex empires, who’s next to die?

(who's next?)

Never leaving witnesses, nobody testify

Now I’m hard like Escobar, the fuzz keep coming

We keep pushing hard, 100 Miles And Running

There’s more coke than there’s ever been, (ever!) yeah it’s evident

The key to not getting caught is never leaving evidence

Stealth mode fighter jets, making sure my life is set

I don’t really fuck with you unless you fucking writing checks

And speaking universal language of getting CREAM

All about my dolla, dolla bills, you know what I mean?, I’m eating

Break me off a piece of the cake

If not, I’ll have to take the piece right off of your plate

I got a large appetite for this money in life

And I’m making moves across the border like they moving the white (move!)

The cypher, yeah you know the deal

This is our secret garden

Shit ain’t real unless it’s real in the cypher

Representation

Rapper after rapper

Rhyme after rhyme

Who’s next?

Tony Starks

Bring it on, so bring it on

Mask and gloves, with the bulldog snub

The liquid drano with acid is next to the tub

Crack spots, my texture of bass fluctuates

Politician that spend Gs

Lord, the gate’s open, with mountains and slopes and

The Columbian perico leave rocked up it’s potent

With Jiggy on the payroll, Santa Claus bags of coke

That’s so heavy that his motherfucking sleigh broke

The Paris kingpin is far from extinction

The days of Tony Montana is back with a sequence

For many reasons, never seeing the precinct

Y’all could just call me obese cause I’m eating

Yeah, you know the deal

In the cypher shit is true

Shit ain’t real unless it’s real in the cypher

Representation

Fuck where you’re from, it’s time to shoot your lyrics kid

Who’s next?

Swisha T

Bring it on, so bring it on

This is the time for my essence, don’t try to mess with it

I’m on the track with Killah Priest, this is my final testament

I’m on my way to excellence

They feel my power and presence like I invented this

Leaving these MCs trembling

Nothing’s above me, I slang fifty Ps of that fluffy

Sticky icky and that Philly, turn college kids into flunkies

I’m embarking on my future of living lavish and glorious

I kick a rapper’s flow, get it popping like pandemonium

I need to wrap the story up

I got a call from my homie saying he’s rolling with Ghostly

I’m faded, but I’m blazing up, paper making Arabian

Amazing how I play with my verbals, I need a stadium

To show these motherfuckers they’re sleeping on something epic, and

What you talking?

You rappers need to just get on my level and

Take a pen, just be original, cause we’re well aware

That everything you write is just fictional like a fairytale (Swisha)

The cypher, yeah you know the deal

Shit ain’t real unless it’s real in the cypher

Representation

Rapper after rapper, rhyme after rhyme

Who’s next?

Killah Priest

Bring it on, so bring it on

Peace to the seeds and the air that we breathe

The dirt from the trees, the birds and the bees, the herb from the leaves

My interest for insects was vintage

Salute to the animals, digest the lamb and wolf

Understandable, beautiful land in full

Tribute to the sun, you the only one

The golden drum, nothing exists 'till you are hung

Before brain, hearts and the lung

Before his reign, the golden heart was sprung in heaven

Credence of life, the sky seasoned with light

Shalom to the moon, you a beautiful bright

We all see you before the tomb, magnificent

We breathe in the womb, water, the aura

Before the coroner saw us, The Torah

Modern technology that history taught us (uh)

The cypher, yeah you know the deal

Yeah, you know the deal

The cypher, yeah you know the deal

Yeah, you know the deal

In the cypher, shit is true

This is our secret garden

Shit ain’t real unless it’s real in the cypher