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joe-c - adam ivy cypher vol.2 lyrics

this ain’t a scary movie but rappers get smoked like bud
and rolled in a f-cking rug, you would think i hold a grudge
behind the scenes i make moves as mobster does
the hit man, mother f-cker, i’m k!lling everyone’s buzz
you can call me buzz k!llington, no show they more lost than gilligan
im a pro fisher man, using lines to reel em in
they can’t see me but know i exist, prime meridian
and the remnants from what i spit makes obsidian
lava, if its war, just bomb everything, gaza
bringing more drama than an opera
with an invincible fleet we roll deep as the spanish armada
king of my domain like mufasa everything’s hakuna matata
use your noodle, like macgyver with some pasta
haha i mean expand your medulla oblongata
keep your sword sharpened, the mind is a katana

chorus:
cuz ever bar in my -rs-nal is -rs-inc (dice dinero)
play me in your whip i’m so ill you’ll get car sick (crooked i)
call the fire department i’ve hired an arson to set fire to carpet
and burn up your entire apartment (eminem)

i’m the arson precise with words like a marks man
in the eyes of the general they just a sergeant
never had 20 grand stuffed in gloves in the compartment
moving trees call, i call it working in the garden
mind you, i am outta my mind, spit swine flu x’s 2
you beating me, ill believe that when i see proof a swine flew
why lie to be cool, just be you
so i put my heart into my work, f-ck what the rest do
i mean i literally put my heart into game
making a monster that spits flames
wild fire in the cypher, meaning i’m uncontained
insane, conceive this, me burning a forest of trees with pirokinesis
cuz fire raps come off the top of my brain with ease b-tch
i twitch rhyme sh-t in toungs with the lights dim
a real deamon, you just playing, skyrim
wack rappers claim to be king, threw false t–th their lying

picture me at the scene, laughing as the flames rise
i grab your camera smash it till i see the insides
i ride with cash stacks in my my levi’s
talk greasy, get thrown in the bag, you just small fry’s
yea get f-cking mollywhopped
2pac bumping threw the alpines on my block
rap dudes say their ill, cuz they never been to the doc
stick em and draw blood, but i’m not taking no shots
i go in like black ops
and grow green, cash crops
got gold bars that keep it on lock, fort knox
picking off giants from a distance, with rocks and a sling shot
and the only way i would ever waist time is if k!lled clocks
never have been a f-cking coward
my life is like the show 24 , i’m jack bower
spilling liquid cyanide on the enemy, death is remedy
make it look like and accident, so theirs no need to hide my ident-ty
yea my brain is similar to a rubix cube, complex
but i don’t get rappers these days their concepts are nonsense
thinking your a monster, your just bait for the loch ness

- joe c lyrics

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