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letra de squadeca cypher 2020 - squadeca!

[part 1: daydreams]

[verse 1: launch.liam]
i’m vibin’, i’m ridin’ the beat
my verse go so hard they put it on repeat
they think i’m part of the elite
put you to shame, u might want to delete
writing so good, think i cheat
ain’t no deceit, keep it discrete
point to where you will be seat-ed
think u deplete-d, must be defeated
i don’t care, how you fare, don’t compare, hit a snare
in the air, take the stairs, i think i’m, your nightmare
wake up in, your nightwear, see me there, gasp for air
anywhere, everywhere, billionaire, got a spare
hit em with the venom, let em move and then i end em
turning blue, like u denim, i don’t think that you have met him
hi, you can call me launch, now that you’ve been let in
just sit back, relax, and listen, to the bars that i’ve been spitting, aye

[verse 2: sol]
big cook little cook, conjure up flames
6’3, i’m a giant with no chains
watch how effortless i make it all seem
kids presenter, bro they call you daddy keem
flowing like the water you silly man uh
heard that rhyme you really man uh
random generate, bro you gotta elevate
your flow ain’t water dude it’s really not to celebrate
bas-m-nt to the ground man, 50p to pound man
j. cole to jid in terms of sk!ll on down bad
waste of a capital you ain’t a proper noun man
spell check your name dude, where is your renown man?
shoutout marco, they love polo boy
but your fans really won’t get employed
bruh, is that your shirt, i really hope that’s soy
you worried about the wrong polo boy

[part 2: i don’t care!]

[verse 3: truse]
i’m at the top and they hate that i’m there
i hate my ignorance, yea it’s not fair
i swear
that i don’t care
just stop
don’t sit and stare
get up
out of your chair
louis v
that’s what i wear
just kidding i’m broke bro
f-ck this flow
squadeca cypher, yea here i am
i have one song but i’m still the man
from me to you i got a better plan
tour of the states to please your stans
hol up im beamin never again
i hate that song, i’m sorry ben
let us just ignore what i just said
my verse is done but this is not the end

[verse 4: ni$h!th]
i k!ll these beats, guess you could call me a ghost writer
i’m not one to seek, i’ll simply turn you into ghost hider
venting out on a f-cking track, imma take it back, having daydreams of when people thought that i was wack
i’m wonderful and y’all just out of order
yall tryna steak my piece of the cake
y’all been falling like autumn the leaves on the floor dried out so we gotta rake
quad is a goat he did that in one day
i’m really tryna get this high cut pay
mosquitos be leeching we clear em with raid
blocking your music like a barricade
going to michaels with this flow
cuz this sh-t is a muf-cking craft
ya’ll cheesy as f-ck like yall were kraft
got the advantage i ain’t gotta graft
i’m your idol, i’m a beau
song of the king, like i’m from stockholm
left on read like hot cheetos
did i mention that quad is the goat?
got on top!
quad, when’s fmty gonna drop?
ignorant quad cannot stop
quadnos bout to end us all
this is not a god d-mn meme
i think it is time to scream
sike, i’m joking, don’t end me

[part 3: no deal]

[interlude: cer10]
(hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm) it’s so sad
(hmm-hmm-hmm-mm) how many people sign with satan in a losing battle
(hmm-mm-hm-mm) just so they can get temporary fame, or what it seems like on the outside
(hmm-hm-mm-mm-hm-mm-mm) “no deal!”, like- (hmm)

[verse 5: $haun]
no deal, get the papers, i’m signing it with a pen
rap makes me feel like i’m heaven, i’m never gon’ live again
i’m never gon’ sell my soul to you, you’re making my life a myth
i’ma pursue my dreams, i’m not reading from your script
i don’t even need your rules, i’ma split ‘em into two
so much fire in the booth, i’m not giving this to you, i’m so done with all you fools
you were never even cool, spitting water like a pool, take your offer, what a fool
at the bottom, get a stool, you think everything is cool
we only live for a temporary time, filling my life with a lie
thinking i’m sick when i really couldn’t write, i think my life’s on the line
being genuine, legitimate and it didn’t get me anywhere, so why would make a deal with you?
i’m feeling crude and really rude from the offer you gave me, that’s, “no deal”, to you
i’m speaking from my heart, you speaking from the charts
you only care about numbers, not anyone else, so why would i listen to you from the start?
why would i listen to you from the start?
i need a light, my mind is dark, i hit my competition like a dart, uh

[verse 6: cer10]
ayo’, last month, the dollars i made was like cinco
this label called, said they’d put me in front of hundreds of people
but they only like the way i flaunt my ego, no quesillo
so i told ’em, “no deal”, like that quadeca single
in the- face of adversity, my mama said to be bold
and i don’t need demonic spirits to go and follow my dreams, so
i’m on, and yet to be sold, givin’ my praise to dios
i can go and take some unimposed shots, like a free throw
i’ll- give you some pointers, to your success, they’re imperative
so you can leave your mark; not like how facebook’s chairman is
the drip they carryin’ only sort of fits when they wearin’ it
and i don’t believe in their agency (nope!)… american’s
we always keep it a buck or 100 so it make more sense
call on the spirit when you’re in a pinch, medical forceps
we ain’t mess with 33, like laws of federal protests
cer10’s and $haun’s part on the cypher’s what you should go get!

[verse 7: kene]
reverse climate change with this ice on my neck
wearing fake nike call that faking checks
billboard 100 tells me i’m up next
foot fetish on me cause they jacking my steps
yeah they jacking my steps while i’m jacking their ex
they tracking my moves i can’t even take sh-ts
not a kid anymore i’m still up to my tricks
not a kid anymore i’m still throwing on fits
not talking bout crying don’t need to explain
i might make it drizzle i can’t make it rain
if the money ain’t blue then its not leaving stains
call me the conductor my boys just ran trains
i’m working my free throws im working my aim
they keep f-cking wit me but i won’t name no names
they keep tryna play tag but i ain’t playing games
she call me her papi, she missing champagne

[interlude: $haun & cer10, both]
(no) no deal, no deal
why can’t i (deal) live my life how i feel?
(no) no deal, no deal
i don’t think (deal) that’ll ever get out of this deal
(no) no deal, no deal
(deal!) i don’t ever want to live my life with a will
‘cause if they take me down
i’ll be saying, “no deal”, “no deal”

[part 4: these days]

[verse 8: jack cone]
all of these rappers be drippin’ in designer brands like dior
while right now i stay grinding lowkey behind my keyboard
i’m workin’ out west with only the homies, it’s jack and the boys
while these rappers be overflowing with racks in the royce
well i’m tryna be able to afford a royce but i’m over 5’9
so i stay with the stuff i can get for free like peanuts at five guys
okay i drop and drop and drop and drop but i am still not famous
but i ain’t stressin’ ‘cause ima keep workin’, soon i ain’t gon be nameless no more
no one at school believe in me, but i know that don’t matter
i knew when i started they wouldn’t see me as a rapper
but i know that i’m good at what i do on the mic
if anybody want the smoke, i tell ‘em take a hike
quad, do it 4 times, squad, it is your time
keep workin’ on your craft even if it gets no likes
they say i look too slim but bro you be lookin’ too shady
cool calm collected but on the mic i get too crazy

[verse 9: oreox4]
these days not really feeling like i need breaks
already got the support dont need a kneebrace
megastars falling each guess they hit the breaks
and in the cycle i wonder if we can escape
i’m the realest in the game and i see fame
i gotta keep on grinding buy myself an estate
this market’s super saturated please give me sp-ce
got the game on lock dont bother with a keychain
not gonna kick off my music career at 35
plenty of years to go grow my brand if you give me time
run up the table cause everything’s been on my side
you know i’m destroying obstacles one at a time
just checked your channel again and it’s barely alive
i’m really hoping my youtube channel amounts to money
you know i’ll be up in 4 years time
like a quad song instead it’s squadeca cypher 2020

[part 5: hold up]

[verse 10: j. embi]
so many f-ckin clowns, this a circus
freak show put em in a he-rs- with this verse, b-tch
class clown, joker in some poker sh-t
i’m a f-ckin toker, but not token with my coldest spit
i’m over this
told em i got sanity
that’s why i’m lettin all this out before i get to planning, see
i’m the man with the plan to be sellin weed to my family
family is my neighborhood, neighborhood spreads like cancer, g
if they ask, i give answers with polaroids of their nan deceased
anakin turned to vader, then later turns panoramically
paranoid paraplegics turn paranormal by hands of me
if the buyer’s not satisfied, money back isn’t guaranteed
but that’s the f-ckin way it goes
punch a f-cker in the face, and hope the red will paint his nose
make his f-ckin circus ass wish he was a just vacant soul
so i could get a patent for carnivals with some naked hoes
it ain’t disclosed
write it on my pancreas
j. embi’s insane and he is nothing but a crazy b-tch!
hey that’s pretty harsh for some normal b-tches to say to kid
maybe that’s why your god makes you f-ckers turn to atheists
satan was created to make you stay in a place of bliss
so you don’t get all crazy and think it’s funny to make a sin
if you wanna burn then i’d suggest that you should play the sims
make a sim, take the oven, make it glitch
while you’re f-ckin burning, you’ll still never never spit as flame as this
down some f-ckin jameson, maybe then you can play this sh-t
and comprehend the level of heat that this f-ckin crazy kid spits
b-tch

[part 6: invite]

[verse 11: quickjoshy]
usually i ain’t like this
rewriting all my lines like i’m going through crisis
upgraded and now i’m sounding quite crisp
popping off and then i’m going ghost like a white wisp
take it from me
i’m spreading like a disease
i don’t got no b-tches
still got people to please
all these rappers easy i could eat em for lunch
just get my mic and then my bib and then i’m ready to munch
they like to hear my sound and now i’m rapping a bunch
i’ve heard i’m doing more damage like i’m packing a punch
they see me in their frame but i got my own goals
own haters, own trolls
own friends, own foes
they running after me, i stay ahead with a stroll
difference between us is that i got dough to roll
you are just out here with like zero control
every flow nowadays been done before
so i’m thinking out the box or i’m out the door
spit 100 words and spit a couple more
competing with you’s what i really came for
i’ll drive you to your grave like a f-cking chauffeur
and then i flip the whole script like i might blow her
b-tches don’t say no to me they tell me no sir
even though i like ‘em older, f-cking cougars, no fur

[verse 12: lil polar]
think i can’t go harder after spider jock?
i don’t fall down, i rock hard like slipknot
put that sh-t in neutral cause i’m taking shots
my bars more convoluted than the fnaf plot
left at the door like that cloak
b-tches stoned, bank like all night
make them happy, scream ‘oh bo’
didn’t even want it yet i still got the invite
get a taste of the hand that i’ll raise
pull a samuel l jackson, freeze these f-ckers in place
the way i lay the plays, i’ll set this path ablaze
like i’m the patron saint
yeah, we ain’t done
so when you hear that choir addendum
you’ll see me smash you like a character
from fire emblem
y’all wack
i beat you while you still elevating, you jay-z
princesses be delicate following other rappers like you mindless, call that sh-t
day-z
obsessed with 2d b-tches like i’m tokyo
i still get dough and blows, i guess i’m crazy
i own a plaque, a mac, tarmac, a track and
like 3 houses, yeah i’m rocking a mercedes
on this cypher, yeah i’m feeling it, one for the stash
i would’ve gone a little harder, but i didn’t want the backslash
gotta dash, sorry if you wanted more, guess that’s that
i leave you on one final note: hatsune miku for smash

[part 7: wii music fire]

[verse 13: s.e.g.a.]
hey all, sega here!
before i start let me be clear
while i respect you all day to day
these verses flop harder than birds of prey
let me show you what a real one can do
i’ve been cooking this up, 14 years in the stu
if you want a feature please get in queue
or i’ll call up decagun and hit you with the .22
how can i get through to you
that your new song isn’t fresh or new
please get out of my dms man, take a clue
before i capsize your virtual canoe
i fly jetblue man you fly frontier
so my numbers ain’t the only thing in the stratosphere
you’ve never been off your landing gear
so if you wish to defeat me, train for another 1,000 years
don’t step to this, i’ll put you in your place
this petty beef is just another rat race
your whole discography is a disgrace
it’s hard listening to your tracks with a straight face
let’s be real, you’re the gawne to my eminem
it’s been weeks, still haven’t sent caelix your stem
i might surprise drop you like i’m music to be murdered by
these bars so pure you know they’re fda certified
try to come after me
i’d think you have a couple screws loose
i’ll leave a crime scene at your residence
cause i’ve always been the golden goose
this concludes my contribution to this cypher
i lit this whole thing up with no lighter
hope you all enjoyed the last minute 30
all i ask is that you vote for bernie

[verse 14: lil f-gkii]
why in the f-ck did i do this?
getting more green than a nudist
retirement lasted a couple of days, guessing the glex beef was too sh-t
that was a joke, don’t you twist up those panties
got k!lled this december, but somehow i managed
i love my friends and i love mario party but somehow at both i am average
strike you like i’m derek savage, f-ck
every day is dated reference day when you live under rocks in the garage
that sh-t was awful, don’t stop, le piano
swing and a miss but i’m swinging some arrows
my pet rat is currently nun’ but a corpse
donate to his gofundme or you’re a wh0re
donate to the fund so i’ll go to the store
and pick up a new rat and not rap no more
guess there’s nothing more to say than bye bye, i win
if you need me, you can find me on the luke dead island

[part 8: interlude]

[interlude: overflowlyrical]
techversity up in this b-tch
i know you thought that you’d never see me again
like glex and famkii i might go f-ck on your b-tch
i’m counting up heads while getting head from a girl that got lisp

[part 9: not a diss track]

[verse 16: glexander, logpog]
if my life is a movie, then it better be a f-ckin’ classic
k!lling another track, we’re starting to run out of caskets
i’m writing all my bars ’cause i’m not on some f-ckin’ hack sh-t
you try to stop me, but i’m hard to k!ll like some bad habits
you think that you’re the sh-t, but you’ve been lying to the game
the only thing you’re doing is putting shame to your name
you’ve been tryna con her, but dude, her name isn’t sarah
we’ve been k!lling tracks together, and they call us the chimera
i’ve been going ignorant, i need a reality check
i’ve been writing too many bars about the snap of your neck
new year, same me, i’m just slowing down with the memes
i gotta break the loop cuz i’ve been bursting at the seams
i’ve building up my name, each track better than the last
yet “when’s the third cypher?” is all that i’m ever asked
started up some memes, but they’re getting stale fast
i think it’s time i switch things up, character needs a recast
i know my chances are slim, but to this life i am sworn
go ahead and hate me, i’ll be the object of your scorn
this the end of an era, it’s time for me to be reborn
it’s better off this way, so for my soul you best not mourn
can’t let my past hold me back, i need to just move on
free myself from these shackles, stop being so d-mn withdrawn
reconnect with those who from me deserve another chance
but leave the others behind without so much as a second glance
i don’t got a job, but i’m still keeping myself busy
been spinning in the loop so much, i’m starting to get dizzy
need to finish this album so i can finally grow past it
famkii says i owe it to myself, but i still want to trash it
my tastes are so far above my sk!ll, i hate all my art
makes me want to delete it all and have a fresh start
but instead i’ll keep developing the sk!lls that i have
hoping that one day i can be half as good as bill and rav
as for quad, i know that midnight’s truly lost forever
but i don’t care, honestly at this point it’s whatever
the only ben i’m missing is the one that i call my brother
and i ain’t talking multi, yoda sayin’ “there is another”
it’s been rough out here recently, i’m dealing with atonement
all because i happened to have a small dome moment
glexkii flopped and that’s okay, cause the story ain’t over
maybe we’ll release a sequel the month right after october
this is the finale of it all, the ending you’ve been waiting for
newcomers and the veterans teamed up to end squadeca lore
we called everyone we could to create this one last cypher
shoutout logpog since he couldn’t make it, his songs are utter fire (okay)
launch is spitting flames and sol is waking up from his dreams
ni$h!th just doesn’t care, and truse doesn’t like to beam
cer10 and $haun worked together to create some fire art
kene dropped bars like a madman and jack went straight for the heart
oreo rappin’ optimistic and j. embi sayin’ “hold up!”
quickjoshy used his invite well and polar never let up
sega’s a memelord and the chief came through with one last show
this is glexander signing out, adios from the bozo

[outro: glexander]
uh, that was 16 minutes of bars

- squadeca

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