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letra de worldwide cypher - scru face jean

[intro: tech n9ne]
what’s up sfj nation?
everybody looking at this and listening to the sound of my voice
this is the worldwide cypher, baby
let’s go

[verse 1: kezura]
dedboii cool, ice in your blood when you staring in my face
quit being stuck ’cause i’m always on the move
you gon’ meet my glock if you’re standing in the way, boy
i got h-lla drive, you can see the way i zoom
d-mn, i done got so high that i landed up in sp-ce
and now i handle issues like i don’t know my tools
when i pull with the scru and put a hammer to your face
d-mn, don’t f-ck with the kid, you get shot in your ribs
yeah my bullets like zits, they just pop when i pick
boy, stop all the sh-t, you ain’t no god – you a b-tch
i’m like your pops, choose a stick before i pop you in your sh-t

[interlude 1: kezura]
woouuu! come and rock with me, b-tch
come and rock with me, b-tch, yuh
rock with me, b-tch

[verse 2: randolph]
trynna cop the bag so i don’t need a pension
i make tracks for your girl, i see her in my mentions
she likes me more than she likes you
money, money, money, that’s my new haiku
this my 2010 sh-t, i’m making statements
inspiring the youth so you can thank me later (drizzy!)
all i do is point and shoot, i’m mean with the razor
quick fl!ck of the wrist, i don’t need to cheat like i’m jada
i never bleep on the radar, i’m moving heat like i’m ghost
repping the uk, so pass the marmalade for my toast
i’m informal with the scopes, laidback with the flow
and i don’t leave the house unless it’s bank for the show
but for scru, i’ll jump into the booth and put it on the tab
and if they firing shots then it’s tit for tat
now i’m doing numbers like i’m tim the tat
they dialling up the phone to hear me on the track
[verse 3: token black]
it’s token black, b-tch, just in case you didn’t know
got no love for the friends i was getting rid of though
n-ggas ain’t got more money then i was getting though
but i got n-ggas trynna little bro me
if they could reach higher, what they saying probably’d get to me
but i set my price higher, now these n-ggas upset with me
everything on hush, let ’em see what you let ’em see
i got a blue sh-ll for anybody ahead of me
aye, but it’s all love, token black ain’t got no enemies
make sure you say it twice so i believe what you just said to me
n-ggas tried to get back in my life but now they dead to me
and i ain’t bringing n-ggas out the grave ’cause i ain’t red md
cypher is the gang, everybody self-made
used to really have to hustle, now i’m really getting paid
you finna see me everywhere, i’m feeling like i’m slade

[interlude 2: token black]
yeah, token black, b-tch

[verse 4: dan bull]
now just imagine ed sheeran, but with less talent
stick in a lil d-cky, and what you get? this b-ll-nd
look… who needs a funeral to dress tragic?
i’m a less-attractive obi wan ken0bi with a meth habit
i saved us from aliens, they saw me and said “next planet”
i’m not a guest in the house of hip-hop, i’m trespassing
my aesthetic’s ecstatic, s-x – i’m the best at it
don’t even need a helping hand, i just jack it
psst, -does anyone wonder why we’re stuck in the wrong timeline?
thinking about this year, i’m struggling coming up with one highlight
2020’s hitting different than the way you think it is
august’s coming quick as if it’s up in jada pinkett smith
sorry, i should remain cautious, i don’t want to get shane dawson’ed
it’s shameful that fame, fortune makes you all behave awful
even the president’s setting a terrible example, but he’ll never be cancelled
he’s said things that if i repeated them: i’d be banned for
[verse 5: shofu]
i was always told that talk is cheap
but you rappers really be talking and say not a thing
n-gga, get your bars up or beating me is not a thing
my whole team is full of beasts, boy, we monsters inc
i’m like a kraken with the pen, that’s the monster’s ink
all you sheep should be concerned with what the monsters think
i slide up on a n-gga, this is not a hockey rink
man, my heart colder than a hockey rink
still can’t find a single rapper hot as me
been doing this sh-t, a pioneer, boy i gotta be
b-tch, i’m in my new groove, i just let the llama speak
i don’t say a word, i let the llama speak
you n-ggas think you so nice but do little
you gon’ really hear it when the llama speak
there’s nothing you could offer me, i got these demons off of me
you n-ggas should honor me, i’m youtube rapper fathering
name a beat that i ain’t bodying
cypher gang starving and you looking like an offering, b-tch n-gga

[verse 6: trapp tarell]
a mississippi cat, my presence is like it’s gift and wrapped
god gave me a present when he gave me gifted raps
so i’m motivating the youngins, that’s how i gift it back
i’m fast, amazing, crazy, talented, so don’t miss the facts
i was young trynna find a way
great value chicken noodle soup everyday
i asked momma why she got them holes in her face
she put the pipe to her face- then she fade away
i’m mike jack of this day and age, i got bars that’s day-for-day
sl!ck rick of this modern day ’cause my stories are play-for-play
don’t believe me? woah, just wait… let me introduce you trey, see trey
he wanna be a star but trey got something in his way
trey dad’s a tough guy, slight chubby but still a buff guy
jack boys run on ’em and then he snuffed, guy
so one day, he took trey with him and he got shot
he told trey “i’m gonna make it” even though he not
trey got some words for him, he crying looking at his eyes
see, i’ma stop there and direct you over to my spot
right, i’m the g.o.a.t, it’s clear now that you can tell
sipp god like holy grail, go subscribe to trapp tarell
[verse 7: vi seconds]
are you dumb? i’m the smoothest n-gga here
you worried ’bout a tier list? i’ll leave your list in tears
i bring them fear, it’ll cl!ck from this psycho soldier
so many holes in you, it triggers my trypophobia
lines go over you dum-dums, you won’t leave with your lungs intact
don’t get ’em the first time? i’ll skrrt and run it back
dumb it down more? how they feeling you n-ggas?
i’m saying: i… stay… k!lling you n-ggas
scru, you got me offing my peers
body bags with sub counts i’m throwing off of a pier
i’m a way better look and that’s off of appearance
i’ll make an appearance and beat you ’til you’re off in appearance
i call the smith, angelina, this appear and act?
no misses, you gon’ be a disappearing act
there’s no mercy for a rat, i’ll shove my pinky in your brain
gemini man, you’ll get the smith for thinking we the same
big arms, my muscle up, i fire birds like a trans am
blam blam, you’ll get robbed like van dam
you n-ggas sheep for the slaughter, a bunch of lamb fam
the d-mn can, rock you to rubble, baby, you bam bam

[verse 8: epiclloyd]
better make the room wider, it’s the youtube lifer
he’s fire, in the circle like the name mich-lle cypher
it’s ‘sire’ what you can call me when i hit the amplifier
retire – you cross epic, catch some sh-t like you’re a diaper
been og since ’03, still hungry and ugly
i od on dopamine, my whole team still love me
and suddenly no trash talk, the cat can rap his mask off
gold records in the back drops, i’m tasty like your backyard in the…
summer summer summer summer time
ain’t always on the nascar fast bars
slow and low sometimes is how i roll with mine
i’m colder than the steel beneath my knees with a pen and a pad
eagle scout, i’m with a fresh “i don’t give a f-ck” badge
scru wrangled and awaken the rattlesnake in your face
the unmistakable battle cat, ha!
so say my catchphrase louder, who’s next?

[verse 9: rustage]
coming in, i know there’s people who laugh
when i’m dropping my bars, i don’t act like the part
but i’m leaving them charred like a flow avatar
when i say that i’m terrible mean like the tzar
a paladin, radiance in my battling
staying sick like a pathogen, taking risks like i’m catherine
work non-stop like i’m hamilton
watch ’em ddos and eavesdrop to screenshots for cheap shots
and scream lots when we got what they’ve always dreamed of
so keep up and prove what you’ve got – russell’s teapot
bring thunder like zeus, my rhymes buff like a greek god
plan like i’m bonaparte, honing art, keeping afloat like i’m noah’s arc
smart like i’m tony stark, look at my coat of arms
when i’ve been spitting, you better be fitting the smoke alarms
they say i wrote it wrong
i can explain to you lyrics and smiles using a flow chart
no faux pas, making these symphonies, mozart
stay getting views, thousands? no, try millions
y’all saying nothing like streams from sky williams
i’m staying hungry, i ain’t making no food waste
a new ace, leave reactors twisted, call it screw face

[verse 10: samad savage]
(ooh, who is that?) it’s the coo-coo lad who produced the track
you few assume he wack, but computer hack, i just use the mac
shots flew through you, but dude, you be truly ass if you shooting gats
it’s like your boo, no cap, i get booty claps ’til i come on back
matter fact, let me flip quick – no acrobat
jail wanna keep me in a trap so bad
12 wanna see me laid flat on back
then you wanna talk cr-p, let’s chat
doubled if the cops get us capped, bring up stats
why every time we ask for that they talk about crime that’s black on black?
man, let’s keep it real, crime is crime so wherever you are that is who you get k!lled by
racism undercover as classism, this about dollar bills
yikes, no this ain’t what the feds like
this that talk that get me dead, right?
i’m just doing what they said, write?
hope my community read lines
yeah, they been reading what i got
better than treating popular heathens like we all need them, they ain’t gods
yet again we’ve been checking a screen for validation ’til we cry
instead of believing in a lot, we proceed to idol lies

[interlude 3: samad savage & scru face jean]
(skoodwidit)
look…
haha, look…

[verse 11: scru face jean]
i know spots where they tote yops when they mean war
and i mean war, not h3 vs keemstar
it seems y’all forgot that my temper’s hot and it seesaws
been leeched on for so d-mn long, n-gga, we need ours
i’ll heat y’all frame up and take my aim ‘fore i seat y’all
my utensils were stainless, and for a plate i would eat y’all
you senoritas, you sub tweeters are margaritas
9 millimeters holds 16, chris delia
yo it’s evident when it comes to this sh-t, i’m just ahead of them
look, i’m on my second win while they’re catching their second wind
well that just means i’m better than they sedative, i’m medicine
they got them toilet bars, same sh-t, but just a better spin
youtube’s thomas edison
if i create the light – they gon’ use it and then they’ll credit them
but i was made to fight and my movement ain’t made of gelatin
and now i’m taking flight ’cause i’m proving that i can get it
the truest is what they never been, uh!
they got me stressed so i hit the sess ’til i hit the stinger
it’s twitter fingers ’til n-ggas mailing out n-ggas fingers
n-ggas singers, diana ross, ’til they die on the floor
n-gga, you can die on a cross trynna fight with the gods
i’m leonidas when i’m fighting, a titan of sorts
why you lying? you can’t beat the game ’til you fight with the boss
think we chummy ’til this 40 in they 20/20
embarrass these rapping parodies buried ’cause now we coming

[outro: scru face jean]
b-tch…
hahaha…
samad cook it up yer

- scru face jean

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