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lirik lagu cypher – cemetery drive

[verse 1 * thiago]
everybody bugging me, it’s too many pests
people starve from overpopulation, who needs that?
so when i send shots at you that’s just routine check
you’ll get l!cks at your whip, that’s that full clean
jetting off like mutta nanba, move along
thiago like that chupacabra, cookie monster
majin buu, sh*t i be like them few combined
i’m feasting to make up for when i couldn’t
they sneak up on you ‘cause this world is at its fullest
i think 8 billion is just way too much
unless it’s 8 billion in my pocket, that ain’t enough
if you see me and nick eating the rich then say what’s up
we might save you a slice, i cut off plenty of tongues
i like the heart of these chickens, the more aortas the better
is it meat or keys? when i play with organs whichever
adore the gore in my gizzards, miles evans could never
but i won’t speak for him, i’ll just let the man tell ya
[verse 2 * miles powers]
i don’t want that sh*t in my meals
i spin in my chair, thoughts enter throw the air
i’m just a conduit, findin’ sh*t, hypothesize and posit it
father father i’m a b*tch
gave up on some existential cosmic sh*t, i’ll admit
i’m too tense for these issues
need massages deep tissue
we divide and conquer f*ck you talkin’ i got heat missiles
yes i’ll indeed diss you, and call it accidental
knowin’ that i aimed to k!ll like shots from police pistols
it’s peace till i’m pressed, brought a priest to god bless you
like “aw yes, aw yes yall” it’s on, that’s true
bought a pot a pestle just to ground powder and pesto
stock is escrow, selling pounds out the restroom
cd house man i’ll go halfsies on it, daddy owns it
they copy cats well copy that man, come rap along then
what the f*ck is happenin’ homie? i’m 24, ain’t got no kids
but i been busy with these rappers that i’m chaperoning

[verse 3 * chris wright]
said why this powder on me?
black mask, black jacket, all in my dirty laundry
ash burn quick and dash, like my little homies
still got the stars in my eyes see how they glisten on me
product of my bigger homies
outright, south by the destination, slide by
open up the party for the neighbors yelling outside
swiping all they data on the low, i’m stealing wifi
patiently i’m waiting for my time, i rise
the light here in my mirror will die out quickly
i moved a lightyear, and i fear, i’ll die by whitney
i put my life here, and i steer with my eyes spinnin’
revoke my license, the hyphen, is i’m not kidding
b*tch, i need a g*class, black and white with the seat back
fogging up all the glass, she asking me did i see that
asking me where the weed at, hit her back with that “ah haha”
you gotta bring your own
[verse 4 * atwood]
see i’m a gentleman, b*tch, i take my shoes off to f*ck
she sayin’ thank you, you didn’t have to do that for us
i got my cooler full of mula put the cubes in my cup
24 karat, you think 2 is enough, you should be embarrassed
i mean take a look at who’s in the mud, we livin’ lavish
in a *poof* i get that news hop in the coupe in a rush
watch how the cuban combust
see this is luxury, it’s tongue in cheek
this everything you wanna be but you isn’t us
you gettin’ f*cked, got all the time and the funds
b*tch i’m a diamond you dumb, they must
not really know what i’m on, listen to sh*t i can trust
that payroll, they see me ridin’ by they know
i’m really that fine from all angles
a be seein’ all that sh*t they talk
loopin’ round they head lookin like halos
dj spinnin’ my sh*t like it’s an arachnid
evade my taxes, because i’m that b*tch
hand a fade to a mark ain’t talkin mavericks
i’m really that b*tch, i swear to god i’m really that b*tch

[verse 5 * whyandotte]
5’6” but this n*ggas d*ck is bigger than average
i recollect and collect respect while i’m countin’ my cabbage
i know they binging my sh*t like i’m chilling with babish
macho since quatro, dottie a savage
i dance on beats, don’t need lessons baby
i made this quiz, who you testing baby?
ain’t seen god, but i’m a blessing baby
westside murtaugh, lethal weapon baby
now why the f*ck they go and get me riled up?
this beat gon make me talk my sh*t and throw the mile up
durango, park my whip, energy now what?
django, spark my clip, enemies piled up
now? etch my name inside the halls please
no joke goat, ain’t ever pick up a spaulding
the job’s not done, that’s why they f*ckin’ called me
i can’t have love? i want power, halsey

- cemetery drive

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