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Cypher of Bosses Lyrics by Horseshoe Gang Ft. Crooked I I’m giving niggas more bars than Vegas boulevard Bars on deck like Xanax on a package full of card Bars on deck like selling booze on a carnival cruise Until I be old as Matusalem I’mma be hard as Medusa Seein my own reflection, this is a bar fight Every lyrics a bar stool that I’m beatin the solar plexus with I’m barbaric as a barber named Eric I’m young parent, only thing I’m leaving to inherit is a building with a liquor license So even when I die I still give you niggas bars that yall sharin uh Bar M, bar G, after them bar none I’m the best like when 40 step in the bar play I’m dark nigga, on the highest bar of fixture I’m top shelf, I’m King Louie, I’m a star mixed with a czar Picture Adolf Hitler walking in a bar Mister you’ll get fucked up all quick, as soon as these bars hit ya That’s when you’re FUBAR I turn a listener to a prisoner, getting transferred nigga I give it new bars, we too hard First time she OB hit the beat, decipher, you’ll see my true bars Chyeah, I’m never losin in a fight I get in you pussies like the intrauterine device Your friends can join the battle and I’m in I’m adamant by pulling ribs of men through abdomen like Adam & Eve And each day this bitch can eat my cock When I see Layla Ali I wanna see her box when I meet her twat You rappers phony, you don’t treat just like art I’ll pull your vocal chords through your chest and I’ll speak from your heart I make you calm down dog like season relined Julius’ brother transforming he so he’s in his prime I’ll have you sliced up, delivered to your mom’s house in a box When she open you she have little seizures in mind Shoe game’s the very best, it’s true mane I hurry as I’m a few spades front of 52 cards, you can inspect the deck No Wu Tang, no retina No 2 Chainz on, we’re in touch I build arms like a Twitter, fast boom bang prepare for death Like steady in archery with Parkinson’s that ain’t quite safe What’s wrong with me? I’m far from being a light weight, I’ll break your heart to the right side of your chest So your heart could be in the right place Remarkably I’m hard to see on a bright day my nacho Soon as a beat come on I go off And I bust cities, no feelings, my spatial is gonna cough No public transport on it, subject transfer soft You bust in, she become known as fuck them pillow talk Double and double the leaching also get talking this industry And deuces what iron shoots, call that my peace pipe Have your brain with a microscope, that’s how I’ll draw your memory If you split your mind in two maybe next time you’ll think twice 3rd eye, I’ll blink twice, tell niggas stay calm I’m holdin on A bomb and napalmin A bomb, my bomb’s over Baghdad Search parents, find where they pads at Draw guns over with you Baghdad I can have your dudes marked without layin a hand on em Send goons to choke you, I call that a gag order My flow deadbeat, spit raps til it kill you I’m ill styles, I kick like and this is silver I swing a bat cave in your dome mane, main scouter The bat cave is where dope mane, Wayne manor They call me Bruce Bruce Though some I miss between Wayne and Banner But I’m on a door cuz I wave the hammer Man this is not a flick, I’m the Man With the Iron Fists I’m blammin and I’mma quick, choppas spit, run for cover Ran to yo mama’s crib and I’m a giant dick You runnin inside he bitch, I’m a sick motherfucker If you cross me it could get cross me I got a silencer like Brad Pitt, I’m killin you softly I stay strapped with biscuits You send a few shots at me I send a few more I call it payback with interest I’m loving yo bitch eye and lovin that freak’s ear Tell er stand back, it’s nothing to see here You see me comin when I come on the scene Your highness is high as a jet, fuck it I’m King Lear Okay you with some shit like you fight em and stick You probably hit the lottery before you rhyme And you getting, get me the special nominee Quick like Obama get Mitt Romney My bitch is bad as this economy prick You wanna be the street king? I beat you like you Rodney and shit I’m top dog like a bottomless pit When it come to bars in a hard sentence I’m about that life, I break into a prison and put my big in Like cockin winter do in Sidneys I see the future, you gon need my super… vision I’m the cross between Godson and death I can crucifix ya, we the new religion LLK dream clean, switch the angle Shackles off my feet, now we can tango Now I’m Django in a cango And a band that got a question in the stars spangle Bowtie eatin pie, stasis All black to the roots lay gray aye Haley God from god, yall should about face me All praise due to Allah, devil will chase me They say you changing like Sean Paul Vision’s much clearer since you’re moving that blindfold Ride slow, movin like Moses in Maheva Old school, it crosses in Adida We fly as Abdul Jabar on knee-highs Used to pass up 42 on 17, been the G ride In that old school Nelly, VI No Jesus piece, I’m on my G high I tell em live with the silence, silence to live Let’s demolish the competition, I’m so polished and gifted Think why so I’m askin you, left side feelin it Tap into my brain til that power is Limitless Cut from the cloth of ancestors in the pyramids Left right, torn a wall, we all need to experience History’s a mystery, that’s why I’m experienced Acid on leak to explain why I’m imperious In diction is, I’m elevated spiritualist But you can only see me with the instance of cool images I have the power to travel through portals Talked to the immortals, receive knowledge of vocals No Morpheus, Neo, Trinity Just haters and less friends, more enemies My delivery is killing street The flow is so cold that it shivers me, haters give me energy Man can’t remember we done working and craft Searching perfection when niggas took an advantage of being an adolescent So to whom it may concern when the bills go into collection To the question no woman no problem, mother was an exception The only baby got pay like a horder lookin to bubble The saw wolf seem to march his afterdate to our collection So who are you to wonder how hungry took it from under Til overrated they favorite then played you inside they playlist They blazed you until you played out Play out into the back Until niggas getting what’s written and wanting to play you back They wanted to pay you back for skippin over your track Said they knew you before you blew so they want a nigga for that But friends turn into lovers, lovers turn to supporters Supporters that only love us for lovin what did for them Like take the modern foreclosure and put em off in a fortress I’m fortunate that my fort not a word, just welcome performance Then it’s ODC, in fact the m all G3 in rap Poke music he a clack, hopin where the dopest scene Fienin at the tweakers with the speakers and genetic track Poise to the white noise and hear to the fear of black Niggas ghosts and every nigga near packed I’m joy stickin while you coexisting Navy seal me, I’m only deployed on big boy missions Boy get found with your boys missing Double cross a boss poor on Christian and perform christenings Present day I ignore Christmas What’s a wishlist to the wishlist? I was born gifted 13 strands in a man that was made different Reptilian shape shifted Constructor kind of cobra, shout it like destro One shot to the dome or a breath of asbestos See the way he die so learn a living, just let go I don’t pay attention to subliminal rhymes, I got minimal time Bust em and the feelings inside of something I don’t reply By the waiters are the sickest of space So if I’m spittin picture perfect it’s safe to say I’m a spittin image Soon as the gavel hits I better you in the gravel pit You grumbling with your manors, got bars sharper than gavelin tips I spit 1000 degrees farenheit At a different level, it’s safe to say that I’m fair in height What’s a lighter to a torcher? At the same, what I’m tryna say is you can’t hold a kennel to my frame Chyeah, better admire it My resume client list is longer the stoop lie in spliff Uh, I love the block, I got the corner smothered You rappers is animated so you Warner Brother 2013, I’m hogging it off The top of my empire but never dropping a car It’s that Philippino lyricist, intricate as the pyramids Private serious mind, can access the infinite My spirit is encaged far way cuz I slay Satan in the future They lock my brain in a space station This enslaved nation got a fake history The gods teach me, all for dyin, never trip to me And you ain’t shit to me if you don’t ride with C.O.B. Lyrically we got the chemistry to summon Edoheem And Mach 6 through yo optics where my optics Lyrical content, that’s yo conscious, my mosh pit That’s how I rock it in the both, you cannot mock it Any topic, these rappers opposite, agnostic The truth is you’re fly, we can get off like an ostrich So we got your verse tied, hold you for hostage Suits up, cockpit, salute to the covenant And when it’s time look up, find me on the mothership Straight boss like don Soprano In the martial law, go with my partner Gago Putting hits out on orders, get the job done And I’m the one giving the order, pulling strings like The Tourist My clique be the hardest, we kill these lines Since your thoughts are clouded I’mma blow your brains to help clean your mind Cuz I need undivided attention, headlining at the honorable mansion When I grab the shottie on half yo body Hit the ground harder than the coal without a suspension uh Exceptional linguist, sexing a temptress, have her body bending like a sexual gymnast I fuck em, they never wild Even my close fashion designers need anger management cuz I got mad style I’m bad to the bone Like a student getting homeschooled and I’m in the class of my tome Circular bounces, I’ll serve you to your purple obnoxious Step in my circle then I hurt you, watch me convert the colossus Versus me you getting murked in the process Getting burned like germans in office Burn but the burst is from ostrich Getting jobs to the curve by your orbits Verbally makin the coin flip Driblings drop, murder the hostage Get with the gods, I converse with the martians Moving up, exact to the sides so work through you the continents The plot thickens like mosh pits caught in the crossfire The thrown spits probably gonna cost you a cartridge The thought process like Doctor Obotnik Mobbing down the block tryna open up shop with a lockpick I lose my 3rd eye constantly So I don’t get burned like a 3rd white colony Every single word like reverse psychology Take your fuckin bitch and teach her to ride a dirt bike properly, yea! Horseshoe Gang - Cypher of Bosses Lyrics (Ft. Crooked I)

Horseshoe Gang - Cypher of Bosses Lyrics (Ft. Crooked I)

Cypher of Bosses Lyrics by Horseshoe Gang Ft. Crooked I I’m giving niggas more bars than Vegas boulevard Bars on deck like Xanax on a packa...

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