The Cypher

Look mama we winning I got, no time for women My kind picked the finest cotton so I need the finest linen Chase a dream don't chase an image In the beginning, it was written Now I write without a limit, you too great to be so timid Art of War poet, if I spoke it, somebody quote it Can't meet the quota then wala, nobody knows ya Move with the pros now promotions are in order What I covet might need a covenant for this disorder  I don't know who you riding for Stone cold Austin but I could figure more Got the game on lock like the figure four Might as well forfeit Making four figures, you better off being poor  Scale, no balance Kill these other rappers, no challenge Still got the Dusse' in my chalice As adamant as Adam, Eve don't eat that apple Smoking on some shit that might have kept Mike alive Hit after hit shoulda have been in Jackson 5 No, I'm not yo ex must of been that old guy Caught up in the lies see the stress in yo eyes Never stress broken ties, only fear a cheating wife Hello from the other side Must have called a thousand times This shit, just been too nice Put these other rappers on ice Call me D'usse Droc, challis in my left, no, challengers left I do this shit to the death Wear my heart on my F*ck that, I brush my shoulders off In the front, smoking a blunt, next to Rosa Parks Anybody doubting ain't saying that shit direct Cause, you woulda thought I styled them way I could get it addressed The Wolf of Wall Street is back to collecting the checks The only way to stop me would be cutting off my neck Work ethic undeniable, just making singles stretch Pay respect or you the one we visit next We at ya necks