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unt poetic justice - unt poetic justice cypher 2k13 pt. 2 lyrics

[verse 1 – mayz]
yo, come follow me now into the darkness
embark this journey of murder, greed, and extortion
i walk this narrow path of anger and torment
giving ’em no life, see basically i spit a lyrical abortion
hold up, nothing but the potent when i roll up
rolling with my n-ggas and we ’bout 4 deep
just combing these streets, not searching for freaks
but searching for cash, i’m looking for cheese
you sort of a rat, i’m tryna find peace
you looking for -ss, sh-t i’ll be a beast
you n-ggas is -ss, you n-ggas is trash
why the f-ck be humble ’bout this sh-t mayne?
switch lanes on you ho -ss n-ggas
come up real quick, swear the lord pitchfork gon’ feel this
tryna come up on this f-cking meal-tick
spazzing on you b-st-rds automatic clip long as rumpelstiltskin’s rapunzel
hopping out montero with the guns drawn
y’all don’t want none, i get the bucking for my income
country n-gga with a city-sl!cka flow here to get the dough
panties hit the flo’ when i hit the do’
never been a b-tch boy you been a ho
mayz been the coldest n-gga on this side of the atlantic spitting 10 below…ugh

[jay luse]
i’ma be a star, filled with gases and m-sses
your money slow as mol-sses, i’m spreading cash as it’s fashion
your contradicting your future like “who am i to do this?
who am i to do this?
who am i to do this?”
i’m that young n-gga luse, straight from the d
well, the mother land, sh-t, i’m african
ting-a-ling-a-ling when i rap here’s the thing
hear the bing, badda-boom-clap when i switch…flows
open doors clothes on toes
she knows, d-rose, she laughed, i posed, ha, you know
next text vexed from the nanny
gotta flex tell the homies she best, i pulled a hammy
but, life crazy, man it’s so crazy
but i never let the manic make me panic
see, i never let the manic make me panic understand it
keep your crew tight, paint a future then u plan it
don’t quit, wait a bit, it’s a four wheel motion
gotta have control on all surfaces
the focus is: ocean views purchases
the purpose is a life i’ll live
prayed to god that the life i’ll live
will pay the price for the life i’ll give
you feel me?

[bobby ice]
you see my perception
you’ll never see me cast a ballot for the presidential election
sorry murs but its bobby for president
i’m sure my n-ggas will second this
no disrespect to the living legend
but i never see myself living as a peasant
just the most high once i got enlightened by buddha
you ain’t up to my caliber any challengers optics couldn’t comprehend the blueprints to my future
took insight from napoleon hill
even he’d know i’d make it
precious time stays ticking too much time wasted, in my eyes
stuck in modern day inception and to the world i was blind
success is never ending i just go, there’s no finish line
i guess i’m pending to be next and travel the globe
no longer seeing other emcees selling out shows
i’m the young king in the making

[verse 4 – wordz]
took kobe’s achilles back to the greek myths
greetings from the leader leaving lightening in grease
now i can steer like peers i name gold wrappers
after in kentucky derby p-ssenger making p-sses for brisket branding
foil proof plan in this reynolds wrap mind of mine
you can tell by the tales and my succotash, tucking nine
with a ton of pr-ngs pr-ne for poking your tummy’s side
posing with pockets full of posies and a cup of c0ke
coasting with the friendly ghost, dope to the comatose
turn a cup of folgers into kony for the corporate cult
color the same as the collar who subconsciously want caffeine complexions
basking in the suns flatulence and it’s ok if your rags rich
broke man, bring the ‘blam-blam’ and bandages for bands
and i don’t blame him, shady skin, slim pockets
now i see why they made m&ms chocolate…

colorado bred, master of the chakras
youngins sweating from the mollies popped the problems pills bury
so the m-ffin man position is fitting
where they exchange ovens called mother for a toaster
this goes with the theme of fast living
brash feats tear the same tendon in br-ss and bronze feet
the bond of the b-ss bearing blood in your streams makes a waterfall seem so tempting
do you recall lessons of the 90s acronym before chili nd t-boz became a cyclops?
and i was yelling ‘aye-aye’ like sequels in roman digits, like a pair
like vision…there’s two ‘i’s in it
and i can see an end
heron televised it live on cnn
they speak in vein like heroes of female descent
could i leave it to beaver?
pretend i don’t give a d-mn ’bout the wood it’s seeing in?
probably not

[verse 5 – thatkidcam]
allow me to introduce you, to the dude who
came to prove you can drop out of college and still be the leader of the new school
i speak for those of you who, lost and still choose to
run a race ’til you blow up like boston…too soon?
step out your goody two-shoes
i’m hanging with the baddest n-ggas spitting and your noose loose
that’s why you’re falling off and dropping, that’s why they call it ‘droppings’
cause boy you boo-boo in the booth but you ain’t saying squat in…it
if only hip-hop gave out scholarships
i’d have colleges calling and hanging up to call again
they’d acknowledge my knowledge and wouldn’t be astonished
when i graduated c-m laude the week after i got a pen
i mean i’m not tryna boast here
but i’m in the school cypher and i don’t even go here
i spoke here in february give me a whole year
i’ll organize a cypher and i’ll create a cult here
man this ain’t even my true form
the gl-sses are for show the afro covers my new h-rns
i’m laughing at your post i’m like your hot but you’re luke warm
and i don’t need me a degree for me to see that you huge wh0r-
suck on every mic that’s handed to you gotta hand it to you
the best thing you said on the mic was “cameron, i’ma hand it to you”
came into cyphers not by chance man this was planned
to prove you all i’ll prove you wrong and that i don’t need a u-haul to move you

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