Cipha Da Lyrical - Serious (feat. Thrax The Upmost & Young Act)

We placing chaos to the calm
Set paces on the side and got it on
Innovators no entertaining the tame of the flaw
Bend the matrix of the space in the bars
Origination off of statements and scars
Kibble and bits for all my jitts and my dogs
What's to admit from the bricks to the porch
We'll whistle the 5th, they acting odd
No scandals attempt they tamper wit the god
Land of the lit my niggas popped ya light bulb
Candles will drip cause you got ya life involved
Handling biz, have Sado sing at ya funeral paw
Championship Lamp wit ya bitch have her lick the top of the cork
This the voice that got the bounce of New York
It's ya choice get found as a corpse
Surf wit my sword when I'm sauce but of course we on course what they calling me for
Pulling numbers like a lottery card
Bombard em wit bars Uh
Twist a couple grams in a Russian cream
Can't divide the real and the fake always stuck between
Always clean lean, chain layin on the custard cream
Shit changed I done Seen the hustlers try to rush the fiends
Haters speculate, they don't know the whole thing
Clown niggas tryna judge me cause of the nose ring
Guarantee ain't nobody talkin once this nose ring
Always on standby for anyone I know rings
Lure them to the hood they don't know the dark spots
Can't do nothing on the ave niggas hotbox
All in the business til somebody break they snotbox
I'm from a block where they violate ya mom while the cops watch
Stop watch, how long you could hold breath
Loaded tek, every step approaching got chu close to death
And you muthafuckas haven't noticed yet
You can't call out the smokers to the smoker's sesh
Jumpin on some classic shit I'm just makin a habit
Bringin pain to this beat til my life is established
I'm feelin down I go shoppin if I like I grab it
I keep cards and sticks on me like I'm chillin wit gambit
Ciph and Thrax The Upmost yea a hella advantage
We fucking the game up uh ya can pay for the damage
Get ya weak bars outta we raising the standard
You talkin shit ain't excused momma raised me with manners
Tryna firgure how to fit this 10 pack in this fanny
Funny how y'all niggas hatin bitch throwin them panties
That mean your leg give it up like she tired of standing
We travel state to state praises due to the landing
I promise no mistakes when I'm shootin the cannon
While we out buyin plates you buyin both of the mannings
We out scraping fish scales like we cleanin a salmon
Connect throwin elbows he's a muthafucking savage

Written by:
CHARLES JORDAN, DARIUS JORDAN CUMMINGS, EDWIN MANUEL TORRES, JAN RICHARD BRANICKI, PACAL ALEJANDRO BAYLEY

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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