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letra de gold cypher 3 - discord division

[verse 1: tok-mei]
all of y’all don’t want the pipe to smoke
because i blaze with more than just a j
i’m toking on these rappers, see me dump the ashes on the grave
went from playing drums in school to ripping up these c-nts in booths
to now i’m f-cking up you dudes that’s thugging like they run a crew
i’ma pull your head in like an aussie p.e. teacher
beat you with your sneakers until yeezy brings the heater
scorching up a rapper like yo gotti’s left leg
it’s the gold cypher 3, props to neebah and the rest

[verse 2: dvagoh]
sembra l’età di crono o pericle
senza lavoro e perdite
un mondo tutto infetto tant’è che d’oro servirebbe soltanto il settebello per fotterlo anche se è sterile
scopa e cappotto netto, ovvio che poi primeggio
sciocco guarda il punteggio, sei davanti a un player nato
già dai nomi vibes d’élite tipo estensi o del balzo
non è andèrsen giuro lo so vestire l’abito
e dovessi anche mostrarmi nudo, converrai che fascino, uh

[verse 3: vista]
you’re looking at somebody they said who could never do it
now they double tapping on my centers rubiks revolution
now i wanna rap and and f-cking enter stupid dead unhuman states
and do what they could f-cking never do and end influence, wait
but who could pay good under lesser union, then the loot escapes
and who can say? could prolly get caught for something, like doing break
-ins, using vapes, could steal some ipecac to try to lose some weight
it’s gruesome, they took me and fifty average guys to duplicate

[verse 4: m0n5t3rrr]
incongruent median, no mode, inflated average
calculated impulses, low gold, invade your palace
dilapidated boat, beaten by the bay of balance
capsizing faster than a crackhead with maker magic
crack a face, face panic, manage, haste, break antics
oil sl!ck, fl!cker when my light split when taking jabs, and
flip backwards, pistol whip a b-st-rd, then i make a dash and
exit that motherf-cker with a blast like i’m caked in towers

[verse 5: mistery]
and i’ll allow it, lone wolf howling (woo!)
camped out, no house, still ’bout it too
too crowded in this youth salad, that is true
but now it’s like drip, dress it, address this, ooh
with my hands tied around my back
on the come up fast, and then i pound it back
a slice of something special and a pound of that
anti level, jump/dumped in, drown, no splash

[verse 6: danjor]
this right here’s a pivotal moment, i’m bout to give an opponent
riveting flow, so it’ll be known
put me on a cypher, that sh-t’ll be golden
a primitive motive, but it’s one that fits my purposes
if you don’t see my talent, you’re loopier than cursive is
and i’m murderous, bro, i got a lot of ways
you can catch an axe to your face, or get your body sprayed
i run through kids with a kung fu grip
on a gun, shoot quick with a one two cl!ck
my style’s superior to the dung you spit
can’t bite it anymore, cause i’m done, you b-tch

[verse 7: saucepan]
trace this sh-t back to the motherf-cking medieval age
sticking in your head, you’ll wanna time travel or sever days
over your head like i’m in the sky flying
you’re slowly dyin’, optimizin’
matter of fact, i’m not even tryin’
i’m a worse pain in your neck than a guillotine
you’re so average, you’ll be calling me a fever dream
murking emcees, population lower than your self-esteem
slamming beats, better than any of the f-cks up in your team

[verse 8: lowlife]
tickity-tock on the clock, no time for seicos
i’m getting mechanical picking apart impetuous lay folks
whatever the day goes, time flies fast
aghast at those who never been into the age old line
“time is money, so rise and shine” no blinds, all bets are off
on top with multiple seconds lost on crime
life is funny, stuck on a loop and taken aback by a lie
from ages past but father time feels playful, relax

[verse 9: tuono]
smascello qua prendo un altro be total e t’anniento
afferro lo scalpello e mi atteggio da mastro geppetto
sopra il tuo viso da capo a mento fendo ogni tuo tessuto
scendo sempre più dentro, te muto, godo e ti offendo
nuoto nel tuo interno molle, ormai manco le bolle
escono dalla tua bocca da quanto folle é la mia collera
riempio tutto il lavello di rosso succo al pompelmo
e lascio sul tuo muso un cartello di intimidamento

[verse 10: cyta zoan]
my momma told me “never hit a b-tch”, tell mom to forgive me
i’m about beat the sh-t just like it’s bottles with jimmy
fallon punch up on your stomach, toss him in the dumpster
light that sh-t on fire like a spliff when i crush her
tell the b-tch to wear a mask, i don’t wanna see the face
i’ll bring the motherf-cker doom if she ever step outta place
she sad because i uppercut, told the b-tch to suck it up
i know my sh-t is straight because you f-ggots had enough of us

[verse 11: iamchriscraig]
the flow sounds like the touch of midas
a little containment of ruby, with a splash of diamond
dipped in crystal waters to show confinement
linens made of silver, the jeweller’s climate
i’m a belligerent n-gga that’s coming to end y’all days
accept y’all fate, unless your life i can part ways
this beat’s entrée, we eat it to redeem our tastes
until we’re walking the stage in linen givenchy
i’m saying…

- discord division

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