lirik lagu sypher – lyrical hurricane
[verse 1]
shaun blastin’ for the north side
the alien canadian they callin’ four-eyes
pork fries while bums come with the beef
wh0r-s die when the guns come in they t–th
we have fun with the leafs but never the blue ones
the green leaves been giving us the black and the blue lungs
i’m packin’ with two guns, choose one to lose from
who’s tongue gonna give the devil a new son
we all drink until the day’s lesson’s lost
taking shots like a chris smith & wesson bosh
check the cost when your rhymes are going wrong
against shaun the don michael corleone
a rifle owns a stone the same way i’m owning you
smoke a bone or two so now what you gonna do?
my flow disown your crew, you’ll have to phone the wu
‘cause this stupid music more misused than flown in booze
i’m showing dudes how a g gets on the map
it’s shaun powerfully heating every rap
when i attack, battle rappers left bleeding on the track
they needing to get smacked ‘cause they reeking of the wack
even if you’re jacked you’ll still be seeing black
you’re seeking all the facts but cheating on the tax
weakening their stacks as i creep up from the back
and teach ‘em how to act when your t–th meet with plaque
step into the sypher and bring that listerine
and never go pop like when a blister screams
hit your team like green, liquor dreams
you can’t fix the scene with richer fiends
thicker, stiffer means hit different ends
if you get aids to help, it depends
don’t play yourself, grip the pens
and write the rhymes that will get you chicks and benz
mercedes and ladies, wine from the 80’s
in these times you’re either gonna grind or you’re lazy
well, i’m a bit of both
i rhyme for fun but i’ve got bigger hopes
like iverson, “practice” is spitting quoteables
while these other rappers struggle with hitting notes
and sniffing c0ke, singing like they l!cking pokie
wack rappers are softer than flipping roti
i’m kobe: guaranteed legendary status
other rappers suffer from hereditary wackness
access to my predatory tactics
will make practice feel like pleasant gory -ss kicks
mattress, hit by seven hairy maggots
knocked out by this peasant-wary rap sh-t
that’s it, never really flaccid
always go hard like you’re high on heavy acid
blasted like the first line of this song
i remain calm ‘cause i am the bomb
iron king kong is dying to shaun
even godzilla couldn’t keep fighting that long
you’re liking the schl-ng when it’s deep in your throat
when i’m writing a song i’m leaking with quotes
you’re seeing a ghost ‘cause you’re bleeding the most
i eat rappers for breakfast or evening toast
y’all are dinner for schmucks, not beginners with luck
a bunch of diary queens, blizzards in cups
you get an a for heart but i’ll d-liver your guts
put you on a balanced diet of liquor and nuts
i’m sicker than sl-ts with enough std’s
to spread in a bed with nothing less than three
guys plus some ice cold nestle tea
so unless you wanna die old, test me please
freeze
[verse 2]
second verse, there’s h-ll to follow
sn-tch a model and a bottle of that el dorado
spit a flame on it, then hit the deck
the explosion will leave you open from lip to neck
come spit your best if you wish to test
i can drop-out and sell ‘ye like mr. west
i’m so sick, i’ll give you each a flu
my rhymes will shock the world like pikachu
versatile style, there’s nothing you need to say
my flow is as flexible as priya rai
rappers suck t-st-cl-s like b and jay
this girl needs vegetables ‘cause he’s a g-y
tina fey snorting 30 rocks
i’m taking unworthy shots like dirty cops
never heard me drop? you’re in for a treat
i got the heart of a pharaoh like vinnie and reef
i rap sick, my tactics might k!ll
i’m the king and you’re just a blacksmith like will
that kid’s mic sk!lls are d-mn near untouchable
must’ve pulled a scottie pippen ‘cause my rhyme’s combustible
cut ya’ throat if you try to run rap here
with me cutl-ss your dumb career was done last year
gun blasts tear through the air, run fast, queer
i’ve brung back fear in dundas square
this comeback’s weird, the skinny nerd’s not supposed to win
focusing on spitting ill rhymes from the opening
choke and bring a new opponent when your flow’s regretted
y’all are rhyming like hymen and syph is known to wreck it
it’s so pathetic how these emcees reppin’ t-dot
my flow is copasetic like dj b-roc
we got swag that will activate g spots
she got bad with immaculate peac-cks
me not knowing what the h-ll i just said
but i keep on flowing; it rhymes well in the head
i smell enough bread to prevail with half
and now you’re in for drinks like a male giraffe
i got nasty bars to impale your -ss
and i’ll blast r-t-rds that fail at math
i got flashy cars, females and cash
you lack the heart to see sales and last
‘cause i’m that big tidal wave, sinking your ship
you’ll miss a vital page if you blink or you hiccup
on a suicidal rage with the ink when i spit
your crew will die of aids ‘cause you think with your…
lyric dictionary, online rhyming ones
career obituary, can’t rhyme if your mind is dumb
i’m out to k!ll rappers, they best try to run
or squirt blood like when priya rai’s v-g-n- comes
this is kinda fun, i don’t even need a fan
‘cause joke rappers get smoked like sheesha and
broke like they need a man, served like pizza and
lyrically i get better with age like lisa ann
…now i’m just trying to see a ban
telling kids get high on pixie dust like peter pan
but i’m really trying to seek a grand
so i can reach my potential: the peak of man
you’re essentially ether’d when credentials get weaker than
a resentful suspenseful bench full of justin bieber fans
syph you’ll never see again
i’m a lyrical hurricane, make that home run like derek jeter, man
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