Cypha Session Part II Underground Airplay Vol. 2: ...The Cypha Continues... by Ech Unltd. Lyrics
Echō Unltd. ft. Vice Grip, Building Block, Herbal E, Cella Dwellas, and Lord Digga - “Cypha Session Part II (Underground Airplay Vol. 2: ...The Cypha Continues...)”
[Emcee(s): Vice Grip, Building Block (AKA Block McCloud), Herbal E, Phantasm, U.G., and Lord Digga]
[Producer(s): Kay-Zee]
[Scratches: DJ Megahurtz]
[Verse 1: Vice Grip]
Well, the
Agenda for today is to rotate heads. Your fucking
Soap? I’m bucking like lead, red [?]
Some tried to come and compose as comp’, they get
Three beads in the head, braincells get stomped and
Ma, you’re just an extra. Watch who you’re standing next
Ta. I’m original, I’m greater, you’re lesser
It’s almost time for flavor to get taken, son. I’m
About to bust some shit—instead of shit, I’ll bust your ear-
-drums, I’ll bust your face and the blood is what you’re tasting
That’s what you get for basing and fucking with an Asian
Brooklyn’s not my everyday station
Brooklyn is the place of my creation
I built an everyday rep reciting raps
With magical raps rats used to call impractical
Now I’m getting more ammo before I reload. Some say
I blew up, others say I’m ready to explode
[Verse 2: Building Block (AKA Block McCloud) [of Zooty Zoo]]
I got the
Lowest prices in town, so come on down
It’s a nicer price when I pick up a nice pound
I’ll steal shows when I’m dealing those kilos
And feeling that I can heal those, the realer with the real
Dose of dope picking ‘em up and beyond, rising
High like dawn when I’m turning ‘em on
On Cloud Nine, finding there’s a candy cane
Switch, that dope floats. The fans be hoping and
Wishing that the mister won’t stop. Bloods potion
Decomposing ‘til their bones drop
Bodies collapsing ‘cause their soul is fucking absent
Due to the time and the money that the lad spent
Yo, protracting the flow that I be injecting
You best sweat it, better be dead when I’m collecting
Pay up front if you want what I got—if not
Cop some product or spot and cop a squat in
The park or in your room. In the dark, you could spark it
Take a hard hit, then bring the guidance on target
‘Cause I hit up a [?]. This con concludes to this:
Doper don’t miss a double-dose of flesh
And extra. Satan’s soul and hoes sit next to me
Offering sex again, shaking like a Mexican
Jumping fiend over hump and [?]
For [?], I got the whole royal greenery
So here I’ll sit, sipping my Hennessey
Fiends are in a frenzy, selling their Benzies
And TVs and CDs and all those devices
That just shows how dope my merchandise is
[Verse 3: Herbal E (of Zooty Zoo)]
The Zooty
Zoo about to wreck again, break your neck
Again, put ‘em in TEC again. Give me a second while I
Caughts and scorch ya with a small force and
Up against monsters, scheming rhyming abortion
‘Cause what you give in verses not even worth two cents
You’re weak in the tooth—in other words, you’re a nuisance
My shit is hitting, I ain’t bullshitting
Somewhere between and pit and rock, wilding, you’re a kitten sitting
In a pile of kitty litter with a little bit of
Uniqueness, but up against me is weakness
And deviousness is tediousness. In total se-
-riousness, yo, it’s a serious diss
My skills is evident, I never had to beg
Or scrounge, coming from Brooklyn where the Lyricists
Lounge
[Verse 4: Phantasm (of the Cella Dwellas)]
The re-
-surrection has arrived like a standing o-
-vation, the lab, the Cella hypnotics
The nation, one God individual with
Liberty, very few exist against me. Spiri-
-tually, I construct and create, and if I con-
-centrate, can sometimes elevate and levitate
To hide parts of the brain is confusion
When I’m snoozing, images, illusions
Dreams in the night whisper that [?]
12 o’clock howlings and dog barks
Travel through the brain as I try to maintain, but
“Choo-choo!” Here comes my insane freight train
Going to the field, where I was born from the scorned
To meet the rest of the Children of the Corn
Madness in the maddest formed
Not like the norm, here comes the lyrical brainstorm
To rain on your parade and watch your earth quake
Your crucifixion has a nail and stake
[Verse 5: U.G. (of the Cella Dwellas)]
When I’m in home
Free, my memory becomes a hurry
Get the paramedics from red aesthetics, don’t let ‘em in-
-ject it in my veins ‘cause they call it pain, it’s strange, and I’m
When I’m white, might pick the mic, spit venom in ‘em
Let’s go into my basement, do experiments with
Needles, transfusion that turn women into beetles
Vials of liquid gets up the heat vitality
‘Cause the man in me wants to feed on humanity
And sanity. Rebandage me ‘cause I’m peeling
Reeling like a spider, so I cough my thoughts for feeling
Notice how I focus like a camera
Lens, I’ll bend you back from the future like
Time tracks, relax [?]
[?]
The minute’s illusion and it’s in my for my résumé
I capsize, so while the crowd is dead of violence
Bet all them listening to what I bring, no bullshitting
My album’s deafening. When I’m spitting, niggas be slipping
[Verse 6: Lord Digga]
Pussy rappers I’m tossing. Fuck who’s the boss, and
Give me Six Mill and I’ll fuck up Steve Austin
Texas, the death kid. Yes, I’m doing the next shit
I’m harder than some dicks when they’re fully erected
The proper grammar? I don’t choose to speak. I’ll write
Rhymes with the pen and stomp fags with my feet
I never claimed to be the rough man, tough man
No Thanksgiving rhymes, but, yo, you’ll get the stuffing
Of my shit in your face, so don’t base
I’ll sting eyes like mace, heavy is my weight
So don’t half-step or your ass will get left behind
Styles are over your head, plus they’re hard to find
So break out your crew, thunder mounts. I had
The power in my raps long before snaps
Crackle, pop. Where’s the litterbox?
No time to wipe my ass after shit gets dropped
No technicalies, just fatalies when I rhyme. I toss
Rappers like Thor, but it ain’t fucking Hammer Time
Flow Are Evil Part 2—catch the sequel
Ripley heard my shit and said, “Unbelievable”
And I’m out
[Emcee(s): Vice Grip, Building Block (AKA Block McCloud), Herbal E, Phantasm, U.G., and Lord Digga]
[Producer(s): Kay-Zee]
[Scratches: DJ Megahurtz]
[Verse 1: Vice Grip]
Well, the
Agenda for today is to rotate heads. Your fucking
Soap? I’m bucking like lead, red [?]
Some tried to come and compose as comp’, they get
Three beads in the head, braincells get stomped and
Ma, you’re just an extra. Watch who you’re standing next
Ta. I’m original, I’m greater, you’re lesser
It’s almost time for flavor to get taken, son. I’m
About to bust some shit—instead of shit, I’ll bust your ear-
-drums, I’ll bust your face and the blood is what you’re tasting
That’s what you get for basing and fucking with an Asian
Brooklyn’s not my everyday station
Brooklyn is the place of my creation
I built an everyday rep reciting raps
With magical raps rats used to call impractical
Now I’m getting more ammo before I reload. Some say
I blew up, others say I’m ready to explode
[Verse 2: Building Block (AKA Block McCloud) [of Zooty Zoo]]
I got the
Lowest prices in town, so come on down
It’s a nicer price when I pick up a nice pound
I’ll steal shows when I’m dealing those kilos
And feeling that I can heal those, the realer with the real
Dose of dope picking ‘em up and beyond, rising
High like dawn when I’m turning ‘em on
On Cloud Nine, finding there’s a candy cane
Switch, that dope floats. The fans be hoping and
Wishing that the mister won’t stop. Bloods potion
Decomposing ‘til their bones drop
Bodies collapsing ‘cause their soul is fucking absent
Due to the time and the money that the lad spent
Yo, protracting the flow that I be injecting
You best sweat it, better be dead when I’m collecting
Pay up front if you want what I got—if not
Cop some product or spot and cop a squat in
The park or in your room. In the dark, you could spark it
Take a hard hit, then bring the guidance on target
‘Cause I hit up a [?]. This con concludes to this:
Doper don’t miss a double-dose of flesh
And extra. Satan’s soul and hoes sit next to me
Offering sex again, shaking like a Mexican
Jumping fiend over hump and [?]
For [?], I got the whole royal greenery
So here I’ll sit, sipping my Hennessey
Fiends are in a frenzy, selling their Benzies
And TVs and CDs and all those devices
That just shows how dope my merchandise is
[Verse 3: Herbal E (of Zooty Zoo)]
The Zooty
Zoo about to wreck again, break your neck
Again, put ‘em in TEC again. Give me a second while I
Caughts and scorch ya with a small force and
Up against monsters, scheming rhyming abortion
‘Cause what you give in verses not even worth two cents
You’re weak in the tooth—in other words, you’re a nuisance
My shit is hitting, I ain’t bullshitting
Somewhere between and pit and rock, wilding, you’re a kitten sitting
In a pile of kitty litter with a little bit of
Uniqueness, but up against me is weakness
And deviousness is tediousness. In total se-
-riousness, yo, it’s a serious diss
My skills is evident, I never had to beg
Or scrounge, coming from Brooklyn where the Lyricists
Lounge
[Verse 4: Phantasm (of the Cella Dwellas)]
The re-
-surrection has arrived like a standing o-
-vation, the lab, the Cella hypnotics
The nation, one God individual with
Liberty, very few exist against me. Spiri-
-tually, I construct and create, and if I con-
-centrate, can sometimes elevate and levitate
To hide parts of the brain is confusion
When I’m snoozing, images, illusions
Dreams in the night whisper that [?]
12 o’clock howlings and dog barks
Travel through the brain as I try to maintain, but
“Choo-choo!” Here comes my insane freight train
Going to the field, where I was born from the scorned
To meet the rest of the Children of the Corn
Madness in the maddest formed
Not like the norm, here comes the lyrical brainstorm
To rain on your parade and watch your earth quake
Your crucifixion has a nail and stake
[Verse 5: U.G. (of the Cella Dwellas)]
When I’m in home
Free, my memory becomes a hurry
Get the paramedics from red aesthetics, don’t let ‘em in-
-ject it in my veins ‘cause they call it pain, it’s strange, and I’m
When I’m white, might pick the mic, spit venom in ‘em
Let’s go into my basement, do experiments with
Needles, transfusion that turn women into beetles
Vials of liquid gets up the heat vitality
‘Cause the man in me wants to feed on humanity
And sanity. Rebandage me ‘cause I’m peeling
Reeling like a spider, so I cough my thoughts for feeling
Notice how I focus like a camera
Lens, I’ll bend you back from the future like
Time tracks, relax [?]
[?]
The minute’s illusion and it’s in my for my résumé
I capsize, so while the crowd is dead of violence
Bet all them listening to what I bring, no bullshitting
My album’s deafening. When I’m spitting, niggas be slipping
[Verse 6: Lord Digga]
Pussy rappers I’m tossing. Fuck who’s the boss, and
Give me Six Mill and I’ll fuck up Steve Austin
Texas, the death kid. Yes, I’m doing the next shit
I’m harder than some dicks when they’re fully erected
The proper grammar? I don’t choose to speak. I’ll write
Rhymes with the pen and stomp fags with my feet
I never claimed to be the rough man, tough man
No Thanksgiving rhymes, but, yo, you’ll get the stuffing
Of my shit in your face, so don’t base
I’ll sting eyes like mace, heavy is my weight
So don’t half-step or your ass will get left behind
Styles are over your head, plus they’re hard to find
So break out your crew, thunder mounts. I had
The power in my raps long before snaps
Crackle, pop. Where’s the litterbox?
No time to wipe my ass after shit gets dropped
No technicalies, just fatalies when I rhyme. I toss
Rappers like Thor, but it ain’t fucking Hammer Time
Flow Are Evil Part 2—catch the sequel
Ripley heard my shit and said, “Unbelievable”
And I’m out