The Cypher (feat. Asani, Quis Chauncey, Godinho, T Clipse & Arkh Zeus)

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Zen Studios is a Hungarian video game developer and publisher of interactive entertainment software with headquarters in Budapest, Hungary and offices in the United States. It is known for its game franchises, Pinball FX and Zen Pinball, as well as CastleStorm, a tower defense hybrid which received the Apple Store's Editor’s Choice award. The company is considered "synonymous with licensed pinball tables," having produced dozens of tables with characters and themes from the Star Wars and Marvel universes, films like Guardians of the Galaxy, TV series like Archer, South Park, Family Guy and Bob's Burgers, and video game franchises such as Plants vs. Zombies, Portal, Street Fighter, and The Walking Dead. more »

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Making mountains outta molehills
Got my niggas killed
So I pick my battles closely
Know that shit get real
All y'all internet talking for niggas more than bitches
None of my business
I'm with my brothers plotting on riches
I'm in the Guinness for time spent fucking ya hoe
It's just for show
Wouldn't touch that bitch with my pinky toe
Don't keep a pole but I make a call and they gon appear
I'm like Houdini ain't no lock or box could keep me here
I love my fears
Cuz they keep me safe
My own belvedere
I'm velveteen
I escaped the place
Where they made me bleed
Funny tho
Ain't tell a joke
And hear some niggas laughing
So it's action or it's comedy
Can't draw the line
Just living life
I hit the Z on G it's dinnertime
Gon break the bank when niggas see billy the kid arrived
Ain't hit my stride but my rhymes will glide just like silver surfer
The world's been turbulent
Melt my eyes and I can't see the torture
This gon hit realer than real I ain't got no feelings to feel
They ain't rock with QC I ain't have a bill to my build
Ain't these so called rappers spitting cap for a deal
They Shady through they socials I cannot relate niggas weird
It ain't real when they spill, they don't spit the truth, lie in pursuit
Don't cry real niggas don't shine we the few
I love my zen promise f*ck it might die for the crew
I just wanna see them limelight bright we the few
Nothin new in the zen
Just hits stepping on niggas like fitted's and timbs
We representing winning
Had to take these losses to be bosses and shit
That's word to Clipse we had to get it and dip
I don't do drama don't get dizzy tryna spin you a Bin
Cause I kick garbage to the can
These Niggas rappin in tins
You not as active as this
You ain't tapped with the zen
Young sinners winning with friends
Yeaaa we did it again
Buffalo Bill put the lotion in the basket
Smoke so much gas I think that Imma blow a gasket
Blade to your skin I think I'll put you in a casket
Never let them see your pain you gotta always mask it
Drop a chainsaw down a staircase and feel the pain
Laugh into the void I'll maybe come up with a different name
Call myself the king but what's the difference to like any slave
Switch the shackles switch the crown and start to look one in the same
Fake titles fake personas I can see right through the lies
Always wear a costume like it's Halloween night
Plastic cask around your face I think I'll tear off your disguise
Take you out the cave and you'll be blinded by the light but
The sun can be so harmful think that I can feel the brimstone
Maybe I'm in Hell on earth it's time for me to go atone
Confess to all my sins and maybe then I'll find some peace alone
But I would rather hold it in I'll be just fine all on my own
I lost a couple battles but I never waved the white flag
I might buy a beat then sell a feature that's a light bag
Scenic but I'll blow up like a Creeper cause I'm like that
Cruisin' in the left lane I know I'm on the right track
Stay away from the real haters and fake lovers
Fake flowers come with a catch better take cover
Pain-smothered niggas getting higher than a blade runner
Who fuckin with me go figure like the eighth number
From the Bay State watch 'em burn at the stake
Yeah the Zen boys eatin' boutta murder the plate
And I been keeping my balance like I'm learning to skate
Keep a lookout take a turn for the jakes
Passing GO to the bank
Wake up, pray, make some tea then I'm to it
I coulda been up off a play but I blew it
I told my mom I dropped outta D1 for music
So I'm putting all my life into this shit until I lose it, Clipse
Look at what I founded
My sight could never be doubted
Despite whoever the crowd is
My might's respected in power
Get to spellin' that acronym
F*ck with Zen, we're some gladiators
Ready for war, got the body bags and them caskets waiting
Raw backwards on the track
If I'm on wax, I'm not gon' lack
Roger that, no Wayne
F*ck out my lane, bitch you ain't tryna crash
We ain't after fame, you have to pay us in a lot of cash
Or we're leavin' stains across your pavement while we spark the gas
Call it a mazel tov
Bars hit your head like tomahawks
Drop when you're dead, ah haha
Got you a bed, bah ah ah
Them sheeple losin' sleep and countin' all their losses
And they're countin' all our wins 'cause they're astounded by our boss shit
And who could blame 'em?
The way we're movin' is flawless
Bitch, I'm the greatest
My gang is too and that's obvious
Even the novices are following and copyin'
Well, jot this shit down in the next testament
We got godly zen

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