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brotherhood of darkness - hyper cypher lyrics

[verse 1: nixon]
well, my spirit is never fearful
i’ll stomp you down with hercules sandals
it feels like bruce wayne is preppin’ at you
crazy as f+++, i can scare statue you
nanoseconds by, i’ll punish your life with the flair of my pencil
mic change to ignite pain, more than an price paid
in the lines behind the weather of an fire rain
so acknowledge you’re so lame you die
if i see you walk upon the street
i’ma hang you both with the same tie
i’m enlightening lightning
i’m fighting and striking writing my hyphens
shine like the science to debunk the nonsense
higher than the vice of bragging about and smoking weed
in an catholic church with an nine ’bout to make the pope bleed
hungry ‘n reason the golden era still breathing
broke the door of an daycare kicking squeeze children
it’s so much brainwashing the head blow
ironic as angels defeated by demons in dead scrolls

[verse 2: hope]
i got inspired by rugged’s sounds ’bout to make an thunderpound
listen, my mission is just to leave you missin’ underground
tell the bartender better bring anotha round
i’ma call you ringling you and all yo brothers clown
’til i f+++ it up ill, tryna f+++ with the sk!ll
i finna bust in your grill, got bipo’ disorders
how i’m ‘pposed to chill? rappers front and push me
i’ll send an buck to his bill, get it hopps? buck, bill, f+++ it, i grind
in this mic i just aged fine like wine
and we got nuthin’ but time, you ain’t tough
you an actor, you bite lines like an raptor
camera’s flashin’ the actions of all these grind mode generals
rhyme flow +rs+nal high of severals 5 dope medicals
i feel like everybody tryna steal our shine
but that’s fine, hands up, not even prime time (haha)
[verse 3: jon marks]
i’m the definiton of an artist…
my ink explodes on every canvas papers
burst the epidermis, perfect
my purposes is to simply put myself to expand
then pray to god and cross the hand
and if you willingly couldn’t handle this
i’m nukin’ up los angeles! what? i’m with the mafia family
the mission is to have the underground
scared frantic and panickin’
i no+sell the damages, it’s not the f+++in’ sat+rday night live
and this ain’t no f+++in’ kernan knight
but i do fine in suge’in these suckas, dare to compare me
such an freak of aberration it’s an man+bear+pig
yes, it’s the legend in the flesh feelin’ fire like forge
i am the best like george is — the mission is to cause
more unity less divisions, baba vaga predictions
plus nostradamus visions that i envision with precision
every black male’s fear is an white judge’s decision

[verse 4: ms]
gotta love the sunshine and the daylight, baby
’cause the darkness just made me go crazy
a lot of them ghostwrite, what an lame sh+t
i’m knockin’ out the competition, shane briggs
and now it’s time for me to breakout in beast mode
your liver with rice and fava beans i eat those
cannibal i feast those, to shut that loudmouth b+tch
i put her head down to deep+throat
i’m dangerous walk the streets with my fist attached to a grip
of a full+clip like son of sam did, i’m like david berkowitz
mixed with al’ fish ready to flip, yes n+gga i’m that sick
the fact is i’ll hit you so hard you flip backwards
you softer than mattress, your opinion it will never matters
you’se an actress, f+ggoty b+tch will never match this
you want a smoke now in this b+tch; ashes
[verse 5: 8d]
showin’ provin’ pain movin’ ’til my arms tired
i’m improvin’ split concrete with bomb wires
stomp beats and chomp bites; sl!ck rick punchlinin’
c.s.t.; complete sick and tired
my god knows that he chose me to hold this
four c4’s to blow this, i’ma pr+ne bone her then i get it in
off the bat of this bad medicine, slangin’ off the chain
we was bangin’ and had to let ’em sin seems that i ascensed to
an level i used to never been
bipolar polar bear
k!lling inut in the igloos again
focus on raising my child, focus on the sk!llful work
surgically incisions excisions, i came from the dirt
i pen venom my hammer, my sin is symphony
blasphemies that i hope that the lord forgives me
night swelling my eyes until it’s the day of victory
it’s rap sessions, freestyle cyphers, the rest is history

[verse 6: c+eight]
yeah, they prolly wondering it took so long
you overlook me, now you couldn’t be more wrong
i got rappers askin’ me, hey why can’t we all just get along?
and i’m like we can… just not on an song
every verses been flamed since the day 2
how these cats are even grindin’ but somehow they escape thru’
it’s truly ungrateful, the truth is i hate you
e’rythin’ would be okay if half the sh+t that they say is true
braggin’ ’bout they video’s views, do they pay dues?
videogames; the only time deez f+++az will make moves
softer than cake whips, you suckaz could never trade tools
you could tell my lyrics outta this world or claim jew
my flow smoother than mike jack the criminal
yours flow watered down, it’s no wonder you spit subliminals
as far as opera songs, that sh+t’s corny
i’d rather hear to an alarm clock going off at the f+++in’ morning
[verse 7: bigby wolf]
it’s big wolf, the b+tches swear that i’m back again
i carry world on my shoulders, no back pain
you better hop on that bass loud trap trend
i don’t know to the other planet rap went
this dragon spit fire to burn down whole castle
no rose and petals, walkin’ rollin’ with golden medals
thrown from an angle your throat windpipe burst
radio’s curse, hip+hop die at the back of the he+rs+
tortured the worst, you twerk? an dork expert
my verse sixteen+mode could even burn your furnace worse
none to expurge this rap game and the dynasty
i’m out this world just like the sp+ce odyssey
it’s odd to see anybody higher than me
hip+hop underneath, i got tricks under my sleeve
pardon me or better yet pardon my st++z
big bad wolf here; hate it if you f+++in’ please

[verse 8: tagshai]
an young mind master is confined faster
the way i construct my stats affect stupid minds
stupified by the combined patterns
then they ride the punchline after like, “oh, that was f+++in’ sick!”
i come with a couple of trouble in my compliments
exit the sarcophagus, the rise of the fifth hors+m+n
word is i be crushing continents covering contingents
countless confidence since the c+ckyness is always opulent
but i ain’t emcee, i consider a writer
i’m livin’ in a bunker ’til the dark gets brighter
it’s time to fear me now becuz i seek depravation
sleep deprivation and deep meditation
be careful due to the corruptions
i have human pincushions like lolita slave toys
i’ll torture you frozen death slowly
even if i’m underground i rise above ’em, tell ’em!

[verse 9: big bruno]
yo’ tough guys on line need an better waiter
come at me with a beef, it’s defibrillators
i’m blowin’ up, i got nothin’ else to tell a hater
blockin’ b+tches like jay in the elevator
uh, and i think the cause is beyoncé
been talkin’ too much that i’m flawless
i mindf+++ the game, your mcs are bullsh+t
not even with 2 papers you’re able to pull clips
and the beat’s dope, we let it sing like an musical
ask benzino, you can’t even die at an funeral
i count 10, frame my minds into cubicles
under influence, it’s crazy what drugs could do to you
jealous ones envy so they lookin’ to get me
the jetpack that i built it’s real hard to detect me
but they gotta respect me or yo’willing to bet me that
someone’ll try to ride away in an jet+ski (back up)

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