The Cypher (feat. Daniel D)

Uh, yeah

Testing 1,2

Yo if you got bars you can spit

Come and get of piece of this

Young guns thinking that they tough

We calling out your bluff on this one. Six guns

Cock back the hammer and we hit you with six tons

Mentally and verbally, luckily

I'm tired of the frauds, the fakes

The phonies and the fu¢er!es

In videos they gangstas with guns with red lasers

But sawft on the streets so I applied Occam's Razor

I got burned by char! I smel! villa

R u r rac? A ram? I rez-one

Aim and I shoot like free throws

I dethrone any futhamucaz

Tryna step inside my peace zone

"Yes, Virgina there is a Santa Clause"

A man, a plan, a canal, Panama

You're clearly confused. It's seriously funny

But if eels of rust rated... Decipher that, dummy!!

Quiet on the set. I can hear the sound hissing

So act naturally and you won't be found missing

When we done with you, you'll be standing at best

The only thing you have outstanding is debts

The worst oxymoron. Your whole style's mixmatch

Erbody tryna get renown off'a diss tracks

Yeh! We stone cold stunners

So take this "L" peacefully and you might not turn up

Face down in the dead winter

I got more Kotter's than Hov, Tunchi and Lynda

I know it's spelled different and they ain't related

But act like you know or you just might get faded

Ah, yeh we got my boy Daniel D. in the building

And he 'bout ta blow up the spott y'all

You know what time it is

Yo, Daniel D!

Tell'em what time it is boyeeeee!

(Daniel D)

I got 16 bars so let'em know who you are

So when it's 15 minutes of fame

Lemme try to explain

How in 14 months of Sunday's

You been runnin' thangs

At 13 rotations at the time you been here

12 levels of devotion let us know he's sincere

11 hours later and it's crystal clear

Who will reign in the next decade

A cascade effect that is complete like the number nine

Halfway through this journey of time

Only makes the man better

Cheddar flowin' in six fold

Potent like a fifth of quave gold

If ya don't know by now

Then let the last three

Let the story unfold

Two brothers runnin' in tandem

Quantum sliced

Forged from the same cosmic mode

Blessings and salutations

Peace to the man

The man they call SouL

(Joe Whitney)

What'cha do what'cha do

What'cha do in the dark of night!?

Got'cha finga on the trigga

In broad daylight

Everybody's sayin' that you're paying

To take the life

Of some cold sucka

That just lost his right

His right to live

She's a killa

She's a killa

She's a killa

KILLAAAAAAAH!

(Raos Bratello)

Seit Monaten schon weg

Hab mich aber nicht versteckt

Ging den weg durch den dreck

Musste leiden wie ein depp

Heute back mit dem Rap

Jeder rapper nur ein gag

Vergleichbar mit nem kek

Schick se bitte alle weg. Ey

Ey texte falle schneller brate

Immer unterwegs den ich mach jetzt pate

Mit SouL in Der Cypher

Mit souligen einklang

(Blazin' Up)

Ich bin noch am Leben und begrab' die Freinde

Und hab noch so viel Bars

Das Ich denke mein Schädel wär' ne' deine Partymeile

Grund genug um diese Szene richtig aufzumischen

Es ist an der Zeit mein legendären Sound zu kicken

Alle sind verwirrt

Das sie sich sogar in nem' looping Verlaufen

Alle müssen Studios verkaufen

Kommt räumt das feld für SouL Elements

Dieser Flow exzellent

Der enorm decken sprengt, "yeah"

(Derino)

Voll motiviert und bereit für des

Ich schreib den Text

Bretter Zeil und zerreißt den Track

Ich bleib der best

Auch wenn es viele nicht verstehen

Ich scheiss auf diese Szene

Doch liebe es zu erzählen

Also, red ich. Erzähl ich

Was im Leben so geht

Ich hab viele Interessen

Und an gangsta rappern eh nicht

Die rappen alle von Straßen weil es bequem ist

Jede rappt das gleiche ohne scheisse

Ich verstehe es nicht

Ey yo, Chris Tyrone

Where you at!? Where you at!?

(Chris Tyrone)

SouL called me up like he need a verse

Should I send a body bag

Or should I send a hearse?

Face on a shirt my 16's vicious

You think I'm reppin' in this suit

The way I mean business

If it's lonely at the top why don't you come visit?

Crabs in a bucket, n!99@ no fishin'

They droppin' dimes left and right

Like four nickels

Yeh, I got these n!99@'s out here trippin'

No ticket

New breed of MC. The game needs that

And that's why I'ma kick it hard til my knees bad

No hands. N!99@'s can't beat that

Pedicure flow, homes, I get nice feedback

Beast mode on every track. Black golem

Roach treatment for these n!99@'s, I step on'em

Yeh, I shut it down like a fu¢!n' stinger

Wave to the b!t¢hes

But the haters get the middle finger

Ah, yeh it's SouL Elements

We got my man, Derino in the building

We got Mata

And we got Blazin' Up Music

And we got Joe Whitney

Keepin' things lit on fiyah

Make'm feel pain

Counterfeits bills don't make real change

Bein' gangsta ain't the $h!7 that you lie about only

And we beat the earth wind and fire out phonies

After my dad died, he visited me

I woke up in the night

And wrote this poem

I still don't have a title, though

I dreamt of you this night

And in my dream, I cried

I woke myself from out that dream

And went to wipe my eyes

But then I came to realize

That there was not a tear

Should this be how I cry for you

And show I wished you here?

I love you more and more each day

And things that used to matter

Are unimportant suddenly

My heart beats rhythmic patterns

Was this your way to send your love

And say "Goodbye" to me?

A weakness I must overcome

To let you Rest In Peace