mc zappa – level up (the ill cypher) lyrics
[intro]
[ocarina melody]
you played the oratorio of cyphers
[verse 1: mc zappa]
a brotha from the atl wit’ an ny flow
make sure to bring your girl when you attend my show, yo
‘cuz zappa got more bars than a prison cell
waited and calculated, so you know they were written well
some just rhyme from one word to another
but this is all a a game, so word to your mother
tell her when you see her that i wouldn’t wanna be her
i’m droppin’ more shit than a pigeon wit’ diarrhea
i’m hip-hoppin’, tick-tockin’, never stoppin’
a gift, god-given; i’m shockin ’em like a toxin
usin’ the formula that i’ve faithfully stuck wit’
don’t f-ck wit’ me, because i hate to be f-cked’ wit’
if i said it once, then i said it a hundred times
yo, i’m the one who invented the funky rhymes
my wax is dusty, so relax and trust me
i’m so sharp, not even an ax could cut me
ha! i’m droppin’ bombs like ted kaczynski
i dare any mc to stand against me
i’m the ish; the shit; the s-h-i-t
not one to test; even the best ain’t tried me
‘cuz i’m taller than 8 feet, rawer than steak meat
never wastin’ a drum, and usin’ all of a breakbeat
word; they be chasin’ heaven like jason nevin
but there’s more degrees of separation than kevin bacon
like j.j. evans, i’m straight dynamite
so all you crab mcs should stop tryna bite
all of the lines and the rhymes that mc zappa’s spittin’
you can’t see me, ‘cuz i’m an apparition
[break]
i go blap-blap-blap! tell ’em, hakeem!
i go blap-blap-blap! tell ’em, hakeem!
i go blap-blap-blap! tell ’em, hakeem!
i go blap-blap-blap! tell ’em, hakeem!
[verse 2: hakeem shakur]
hakeem is my identity, but that’s been known
people try to cop my style and make pathetic clones
of this one-of-a-kind, eclectic temper fellow
h-llo, with every step i take, haters jiggle like jello
so here’s the so-called thesis statement; plain and blatant
my mind state is in mental detainment
due to all the past mistakes and decisions
causin’ optical collisions
comin’ with the phonics that are also prolific, undeniably exquisite
that’ll take your mind on a mystic, voyage
about one billion light years short of vague
that do more damage than the, bubonic plague
you created a monstrosity with a strong mind of philosophy
so (?) course plot if you can’t calculate the velocity
my weight may be slim, but my knowledge is filled to the rim
music unspeakable adjectives, for instance pseudonyms
that’ll hit you like 800,000 volts of electricity
can’t you see? it’s me
mr. hakeem shakur on the microphone, once again
and i’ll begin to make, your head spin
like the record, that’s currently playin’
do you understand what i’m sayin’ and conveyin?
i thought you knew
that you really, can’t fade a-true, yes
i’m almost done on this track, but i am
set to react and explode
like a nuclear napalm bomb
i gotta keep calm on the cd-rom
and i’m fly like a gun
so peace to y’all; hakeem shakur is done
[break]
ult-ult-ult-ult-ultimate, ultimate, ultimate…(gift from above)
ult-ult-ult-ult-ultimate, ultimate, ultimate…(gift from above)
[verse 3: ultimate gift]
crucial conduct conflict; my problems lead to
more than a dream, but i’m the starrin’; sparrin’
wit’ more than just fiends in my apartment
cartin’ all of the peeps that say i’m startin’ to vanish
remember them times i couldn’t manage
to feed my family; friends thinkin’ “what kind of man is he”
yellin’ to the top of his lungs; usin’ profanity
and all a n-gg- could ever see was the lost soul in me; i beg; i beg and cry
but never died; i never laid down
just constantly stayed down for my movin’ triggers
reminiscin’ about my past ventures; wanna say
rest in peace to all my past n-gg-s, let the 9 by
flowin’ to pastime; rollin’ in fluid motion
the hoes can’t ask why, the foes get exposed
get hit wit’ wicked explosives; the notion
the lesson should’ve been learned less than a minute ago
you ain’t shit; you miniature smoke
refurbish ya girl’s throat hope that b-tch don’t choke, man what is competition
i’m tryna raise the bar high; who tryna jump and get it?
better off rollin’ wit’ side eyes; i’m comin’
keep shit in order like pat summitt, no need to even
summon the beast; i seen a dozen, too bad, y’all all gotta plummet
‘cuz i’m the next to run it; back in effect, i’m back to cash me a check
nevertheless, i’m leadin’ the sources
back to ya neck; sendin’ marked pieces
all to who want next, and wish a m-th-f-cka would test; ug
[break]
[verse 4: j.d. makaveli]
j.d. makaveli is the purple inferno
so step up to me, and you finna get burned, bro
past is filled wit’ riddles and conundrums
but k-o-n-a; kona is where i come from
to rock the mic, i’m genetically predisposed
so all you mumblin’ m-th-f-ckas, you need to go
take an amtrak ‘cuz you so f-ckin’ wack
and the market is jam-packed wit’ suckas who can’t rap
talkin’ about bullshit of minimal relevance
they’re nothin’ but mice, and i’m a lyrical elephant
breakin’ em down like the binary code
i got stacks of wax, and the vinyl be dope
for breaks, you know i got more options than a stock trader
and i’m cuttin’ the cold records wit’ a hot fader
this is a fact that i’m sick with the tracks
in layman’s terms, the purple flame finna burn
i don’t bring shade; i bring an eclipse
and if you want funk, i’m an acrobat wit’ the flips
try to run, but i’m the one you can’t avoid
because ya vision is blurrier than a f-ckin’ android
and of course, the notes are chromatic
i’ve had it wit’ sucka mcs who wanna cause static
yo, for now i’m done, but the best is yet to come
and you know i’ll be back wit’ a better drum
i’m as tough as cement; givin’ a hundred percent
i’m a lyrical sniper, and my gun is a pen
so if you wanna get blasted, pick ya casket
and step to j.d. makaveli, the fantastic
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