LS Cypher 2021 (feat. Fat.z, AjForty7 & Moodz)

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Saint T

Saint T (born 7 August 2003) is a British singer and songwriter who rose to fame in 2021, releasing the singles "Fuck Boris" featuring DROPOUTS and "Fuck Covid" featuring Snowy Joe. His music dates back to 2019, Tyzzer's debut studio album, "Game Changer", was released in 2020, after which he has released multiple studio albums including his most successful, "Mental War", "Saints & Sinners" & "K.I.N.G". Tyzzer has millions of streams across streaming platforms and millions of views on YouTube music videos. He also has a collaboration album with BTB, called 'Chasing Fate'. more »

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I spent too much time in the matrix
I figured I'm a smith like agent
I can stop time, switch moods and shapeshift
Locked in my mind and I can't just change it
For too long man, I've sat all patient
Skeletons in the closet and basement
Look I'm a little bit toxic, it's blatant
Your flows shrivelled up like a raisin
Like why these bredahs wanna test my patience
Acting up when your still living in your mums basement
Hate guys that chat for the gram, it's wasted
You don't know me bro so act up, pagan
Claim you get money, let's see your bank statement
I wanna see all them accounts that your paid in
In reality your coked up and faded
It seems that you smoked too much man it's blatant
Look, I'm not one to be played with
Crucify mc's and make a man sacred
Look, none of my flows are basic
Stop with your frowns, man you need a quick facelift
Look there is no debating
I'm messing with words like scrabble I played it
See me, now I went through changes
Switched up myself, can't wait till I've made it
First lockdown my head, I shaved it
Misses was pissed, she didn't give me no ratings
Locked up in the flat I was caged in
Thinking bout how I can use my time safely
Spent time with my pen when painting
Pictures in your mind with my lyrics man face it
Man hate on me cos I'm doing so well
That's just sour in your mouth your tasting
Young king of north
Here just to show yous about
I'm like Wallace with sword standing tall
Doing my country proud, Scottish flag on my back
Tied to the straps on my bag and I'm heading down south
Pen and pad got the bars, intact all packed
One in a million that is given
Only time that's visit when I'm going prison
On target, if I shoot my shot
Under the lies, where they hold the truth
Putting on front for a song, got to laugh at the clowns
Doing it all wrong
Spit a quick 16 then I'm out
Give a f*ck about these cunts
Man, I know what I'm on
Don't need to act for the clout
Talk on my name, get it slapped out your mouth
Up and down, all over the map
A lot them hate, well that's too bad
It's put a smile on my face when I know your mad
Get put in your place
Left in the past
If you couldn't tell yet, I don't lack
Setting levels on LS
Bars going over your head like the goal from Welbeck
Smoking this bud got me well blessed
Putting in the work
Bars and flows, compressed
No sleep, no rest, just trying to progress
Type of boy to get your bird out her dress, undressed
Up north, known as one of the best, got the rest
Breaking a sweat, down here, I don't see no threats
Once this is done, no doubt, I'll forget
Raised the bar
Now it's set
Came up from nothing
Claim that you're making p, stop bluffing
Claim that you're making me, stop bugging
If you hate on me, start running
Cuz I am the type of person to be uncertain
And still leave the little boy puffing
Cuz I don't get nervous, I'm on the surface
And that's why my shot ain't scuffing, look
Came along from the day where I had to get feats so that I could get paid
And back since May, I been on another wave
Getting hundreds of thousands and many more plays
Your boy got a raise
He ain't stuck in no maze
They thinking of hundreds of thousands of ways
To keep me in my lane
But I got praise
And now I got hundreds of thousands of gains, look
Came along way from the times
Where I dropped outta college
And I wasn't on my grind
When I wasn't getting paid
When I wasn't on your mind
And now I get compared to the best of all time
Cuz your boy got signed
But the deal wasn't right
So I had to get back to my very own design
And now your boys popping, all the cash is mine
Ain't no percentage, that shit got declined, yeah
I am the king of the south
Try and think of another one better
I am a guideline setter
Don't care bout cash, I do it for pleasure
You're hearing me rap, you don't know the pressure
Of getting this bag or claiming my treasure
Cuz if I don't win, I'm making it never
They copy my bars, fire spreader
Shout LS to beat down the cypher
Ball on the beat, bars slap like a mitre
You man talking while I'm making my way to becoming a phenomenal writer
Got bigger dreams than a nine to five
So like the sun, I've gotta keep getting brighter
Find out how to make a mill from a fiver
Still don't pass me the lyca
But I grind all night, minimal battery
No trap shit, lyrical mastery
Phone full of bars, signals still bad for me
Who's in charge? Who's the man to see?
You man look bland to me
Just cuz you're on badness g and make it ching like tambourine
Why does that mean you automatically get to blast the scene?
I don't need no one to pamper me
I don't play though, no plasticine
Go get a plaster b
Cuz this cyphers just been shelled like a pasta piece

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