LS Cypher 2021 (LS Labels) ft. Fat.z & Moodz Lyrics

I spent too much time in the matrix

I figured I'm a smith like agent

I can stop time, switch moods and shapeshift

Locked in my mind and I can't just change it

For too long man, I've sat all patient

Skeletons in the closet and basement

Look I'm a little bit toxic, it's blatant

Your flows shrivelled up like a raisin

Like why these bredahs wanna test my patience

Acting up when your still living in your mums basement

Hate guys that chat for the gram, it's wasted

You don't know me bro so act up, pagan

Claim you get money, let's see your bank statement

I wanna see all them accounts that your paid in

In reality your coked up and faded

It seems that you smoked too much man it's blatant

Look, I'm not one to be played with

Crucify mc's and make a man sacred

Look, none of my flows are basic

Stop with your frowns, man you need a quick facelift

Look there is no debating

I'm messing with words like scrabble I played it

See me, now I went through changes

Switched up myself, can't wait till I've made it

First lockdown my head, I shaved it

Misses was pissed, she didn't give me no ratings

Locked up in the flat I was caged in

Thinking bout how I can use my time safely

Spent time with my pen when painting

Pictures in your mind with my lyrics man face it

Man hate on me cos I'm doing so well

That's just sour in your mouth your tasting

Young king of north

Here just to show yous about

I'm like Wallace with sword standing tall

Doing my country proud, Scottish flag on my back

Tied to the straps on my bag and I'm heading down south

Pen and pad got the bars, intact all packed

One in a million that is given

Only time that's visit when I'm going prison

On target, if I shoot my shot

Under the lies, where they hold the truth

Putting on front for a song, got to laugh at the clowns

Doing it all wrong

Spit a quick 16 then I'm out

Give a fuck about these cunts

Man, I know what I'm on

Don't need to act for the clout

Talk on my name, get it slapped out your mouth

Up and down, all over the map

A lot them hate, well that's too bad

It's put a smile on my face when I know you're mad

Get put in your place

Left in the past

If you couldn't tell yet, I don't lack

Setting levels on LS

Bars going over your head like the goal from Welbeck

Smoking this bud got me well blessed

Putting in the work

Bars and flows, compressed

No sleep, no rest, just trying to progress

Type of boy to get your bird out her dress, undressed

Up north, known as one of the best, got the rest

Breaking a sweat, down here, I don't see no threats

Once this is done, no doubt, I'll forget

Raised the bar

Now it's set

Came up from nothing

Claim that you're making p, stop bluffing

Claim that you're making me, stop bugging

If you hate on me, start running

Cuz I am the type of person to be uncertain

And still leave the little boy puffing

Cuz I don't get nervous, I'm on the surface

And that's why my shot ain't scuffing, look

Came along from the day where I had to get feats so that I could get paid

And back since May, I been on another wave

Getting hundreds of thousands and many more plays

Your boy got a raise

He ain't stuck in no maze

They thinking of hundreds of thousands of ways

To keep me in my lane

But I got praise

And now I got hundreds of thousands of gains, look

Came along way from the times

Where I dropped outta college

And I wasn't on my grind

When I wasn't getting paid

When I wasn't on your mind

And now I get compared to the best of all time

Cuz your boy got signed

But the deal wasn't right

So I had to get back to my very own design

And now your boys popping, all the cash is mine

Ain't no percentage, that shit got declined, yeah

I am the king of the south

Try and think of another one better

I am a guideline setter

Don't care bout cash, I do it for pleasure

You're hearing me rap, you don't know the pressure

Of getting this bag or claiming my treasure

Cuz if I don't win, I'm making it never

They copy my bars, fire spreader

Shout LS to beat down the cypher

Ball on the beat, bars slap like a mitre

You man talking while I'm making my way to becoming a phenomenal writer

Got bigger dreams than a nine to five

So like the sun, I've gotta keep getting brighter

Find out how to make a mill from a fiver

Still don't pass me the lyca

But I grind all night, minimal battery

No trap shit, lyrical mastery

Phone full of bars, signals still bad for me

Who's in charge? Who's the man to see?

You man look bland to me

Just cuz you're on badness g and make it ching like tambourine

Why does that mean you automatically get to blast the scene?

I don't need no one to pamper me

I don't play though, no plasticine

Go get a plaster b

Cuz this cyphers just been shelled like a pasta piece