The Last Cypher Lyrics

LAST OF THE CYPHER

(Verse: Blaqbonez)

First of congratulations, Y'all got another cypher

Cos by my calculations, the last cypher was my last cypher

But aberrations happen and its okay

The bag came calling and I picked up for old time sake

Just the beginning, y'all really thought i'd started flexing

Barely wear my ten thousand dollars necklace

A bad investment, I ain't got no regrets

Cos money coming every second, plus

I'm never stopping till i get a statue erected

I'm the hardest nigga out, only one rapper as hot as me

Some niggas on the charts but we don't see the cash in reality

But you know when you see me i look the part

Y'all Say you getting dough, but when we see you we know it's cap

And niggas see me wonder if it's only rap

What else is he doing, he bought a Benz and a Lexus

Yo, what else is he moving

If i was female they gon ask, who the fuck is he screwing

How hard is it to believe, i got this shit off the music

Still talking about COVID, boy you just making excuses

Cos your shit can bever pop you claim alternative music

See i think that is stupid, it's shitty music

Mixed with that shitty promo, translates to shitty whatever rhymes with cupid

I told myself i'd never do this, but i don't listen

I'm mean and narcissistic, borderline wicked

I'm slim and got a big foot, you know what shit means

My thing gon hit her kidney as God is my witness

i'm done with all this beef shit, sic

I'm still with it, stare at my Benz think about Nancy Isime

Shorty bad as fuck, want to see that booty drop like gravity

Think what i really need is some post nut clarity to clarify this feeling

She got a nice personality, more importantly she got nice racks to go with it

Down with Sex>Love i'd be honored to do the damages

Number is 0-9-1-5

Rest is in your messages

I’m gone

(Verse: Loose Kaynon)

Been in the kitchen like air fryers

Shits hotter than Ten fires we back up in the booth like spare tires

Whole Crew full of gunners I’m presiding Like ken friar

Y’all favor self-sabotage and That’s how you Len Bias

Ain’t felt the pressure I’ve been coasting see I cruise thru it

I show you the bank balance you’ll think I’m boasting you ain’t

used to it

Rap money is garbage I just share my views thru it

I’m the connect for distribution oh yeah I move music

This is the third installment of the torment for these rappers who see

themselves as opponents it’s mayhem once I get upon it

The smoke is like a text about missed menses you don’t want it

Nonconformists who confront the status quo and shit up on it

Shady dealings forbidden like baby killings

The needed pros for the job so they brought the navy seals in

They cast us as the villains but that’s a role that we’re killing

And the Cheque’s will always clear It’s such an amazing feeling

It’s Paper therapy we let the money relax us

Them say Everywhere dry I guess my pocket na cactus

Y’all were popping last year but now the level na cash crunch

I’m devoid of reactions if you see one them hack us

I see the signs be it astrology or dollar bills

Or how you wannabes dreaming of fitting in these wallabees

It’s getting spooky how these goofies pull up talking stupid till I

put a fist to their mouth and clean up like a tooth pick

Check out the swag you know I walk like a ball player

They get it confused until I pull up then it’s all clear

I rhyme different you can’t see it fix your cornea cuz

I’m bald head the rest of the crew is all hair

When there’s a drought y’all go funding we go hunting

And we lapped you boys 3 times y’all must be slow running

blue tick you got the message it’s confirmed read

So WhatsApp gang relax your brain perm head

#MI

It's me again, and I humbly apologize

That i'm always the standout, that i can't be like other guys

You can step into the glow of the sun, and can shut your eyes

And then listen to my beautiful voice, let's harmonize

I pledge to hip-hop to serve it with soul and might

See how my flow rushing, i been busting like swollen pipes

Jeering crowd flows, obsessed with controlling mic

I come alive when you cross me, like I'm the holy Christ

I've sacrificed, see the holes in my palm

You never crucify me though, put your rosary down

Gravity and family, only things holding me down

Try to kill me, here's your shot

Hopefully you're around

Man i dey coast like long beach, staying higher than cali natives

Quiet money, the bag stay secret like palliatives

Their line no dey register, not connected

You seem outdated, to get that number up you go need police affidavit

Last cypher we was on another team

But they were slipping while sleeping and so they didn't see the dream

New collab with LVMH, now the bag is so supreme

We balling freely now, some shit you can't do in the skinny jeans

Rap head we know you capping brah, tu le jor

This cypher is next to capital, like suleja

You talking Jack shit but please don't tell lie

You know we shut twitter down in the UAR

And oh, one more thing that's important before i walk out

All my young people, whether you're graduates or dropouts

Get your PVC, go register for INEC compound

E get some people wey we gats tell dem to get the fuck out

???? chop money, come the panel, e come dey chop mouth

Me i no get power to suffer, i no do workout

If we no go take am for head, make i go clock out

Still the baddest rappers in Africa, what are we talking about

(Verse: A-Q)

Fuck all that who's the best rapper in Africa shit, its time to really rap

All them rappers trash to me now, check them recent tracks

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, they rocking fitted caps

Sold your soul for a fraction of penny on the streaming apps, consider that

How you putting caption on this,

I'm on auto pilot best experience from the passenger seat

All that passion that leads to the satisfaction and greed

That's why their careers keep collapsing like the national grid

And that's a blackout, when i put these raps out

I bet they pass out, they asking me the source of the beef

I told them cash cows

These rappers try to put me on a leash and stop my cash count

I snap, they start disappearing like 50 cents eye brows (how that sound)

I'm in the glass house, you're throwing stones at me

All my shit is bulletproof, better send a drone at me

I'm at your dome chappie, you're pointing imaginary chrome at me

Has to be those crappy Konami games that got you clones happy

Old habits die hard, consider that a plus one

You bought the dip invested in crypto, and now you lost some

Living in a simulation, the world that Elon Musk runs

I'm getting paper currency, don't tell me about your Dogecoins

Whatever alcoholic brand is on the rocks

I'm gonna pop, petroleum for the flow

Crude Nigeria from the oil blocks

And if you wanna dance its body shots to make your body rock

It's my time you'd know if you paid attention to your body clock

My blood erupts, for these blogs making up lies

For clicks baiting you guys, and corny radio station guys

My black brothers in diaspora acting rabid

Separated by color like white light through glass prisms

Because of your skin the ignorance and your activism you feel superior to Africans in regards to living

In a world ruled by AI and algorithms better know where you're from your DNA might tell you different

The Bible ain't utopian, the completeness won't spread

Leaving you open for these opium overdose, and you dead

And it's back to my man cave Bruce Wayne shit

I'm rich bitch, we don't want to hear your numbers like gun violence statistics

That's deep shit

Still rolling, fuck the curfew

Matching outfits every night, like batman's costume

I'm not you, I'm not M, i'm not Loose, my nuts loose

Any rapper can get it, fuck smoke, i'm serving hot fumes