PRISM Break Cypher by GIYAZ Lyrics
[Intro: G’Iyaz]
Ladies and gentlemen
It’s the PRISM Break cypher
And I got the sickest rappers on this one
Legendary rappers; Slash, Xplain, Giro Buster, King Henry, Rap Kultcha
Tally Ho!
Yeah, Let’s go!
[Verse 1: Plasthic Slash]
UNN alumnus, my past I carry through my heart
Bachelor of science but I stayed married to the art
Shows in school, hoes in twos that gave good blows in pools
Had to pick wise words or bling, I chose the jewels
They still ring in my ears, killing my fears, stilling my tears
King in my sphere but yeah, I'm feeling my peers
Like fruit sellers checking the goods, hoes be getting the wood
Be in my neck of the woods till I'm a wreck in the hood
Trayvon shit, slayed some beat now your babe wants it
Been painting pictures since day one, bitch, your crayons quit
I'm the faeces, you sissies, my gun will blow to pieces
Called me spineless with ease, hehe! Got spondylolisthesis
Your sons will know this Jesus, rap in binary code
Nine bussing in elementary, this my primary mode
Of transportation to your girl's hollow puss, the honey target
I go fuck first then my boys go follow suit like monkey jacket
[Verse 2: Xplain D Don]
Check!
Rocking suits with the monkey jackets
Corporate hustle, me and my niggas running rackets
Tryna cop stocks and bonds off the money market
Just so we cab serve dick to these horny ratchets
Too street
Action bitters, forty sachets
Drink it all up, then spit these verses that be perfect
Cursing corny bastards, leave them dead when the gun sling
Holyfield, niggas tryna bite after the punches
Well fed but the Don stays hungry within
Circumnavigate through this concrete jungle we're in
Steady turning straw to gold like he' Rumpelstiltskin
Tryna cater for his mum and his kin
New Glock with the beam
For any nigga tryna shorten his cream or even fuck with his dreams
Hard headed Marines form part of his team
Burn the bush like he' Moses
This one wasn't a verse, its more like psychosis
[Verse 3: Giro Buster]
Guess who you stay seated like a pew
Glasgow's number one, i hear no other cunts tunes
Maybe that’s because i focus on my own
Focus on my bars like I’m shifting homegrown
Hanging off a flaming wood building with a paper roof Screaming out your name, in this game i will take your rook
Mirrored by the pain or the flames on Satans books
Rippin' off the gums if this game like a sabertooth
Lighten up the mic with my lightsaber in the booth
And that’s a hoose
Fuck the reverb! I revert to echo news
Fuck Donald Trump when Glasgow's going down the pan
Flushed away like a virus from Afghanistan
I got the Midas touch even when my pens rushed
My bars open heads and trust there ain’t no one served no much time as its done
That’s because its one of a kind you cunt
[Verse 4: King Henry Viii]
I strategize, exercise impeccable rhymes
The words I emphasize, mesmerize veteran guys
Never could lie, it's marvelous, guys
Any competitor headed will get severed, reded and shredded like fries
See I studied Beethoven and Bach
Em, Hova and Pac
Now I drop Jewels like Mansa Musa
Rock dudes like am Medusa
So act an ass? Am tagging fast like an Appaloosa
And when the heater blast, they beat it fast like my producer
Life is a bitch and she fucks you like Karma Sutra
Lightening and glitz with mushrooms and thots that'll suit ya
Vices that stinks, ices on wrists
Enough room to park an uber, to enjoy doom and die a neutral
But I'll still be kicking that real, spitting it ill
Kicking that shit that be killing and spinning the wheel
Sizzling & freezing appealing and Giving em chills
Packing punches with drastic purpose of mass destruction
Fat ta attack the Russians, hot-ish gushes, such as dragon dungeons
This's braggadocios, you faggots pumpkins - lean back fast
'cause when this mean man spazz, shit turn jeezbel fast
Threatening nature like He's Rass Kass
Your best will get savoured, a Dracula's nature ya'll are meat rack bags
[Verse 5: Rap Kultcha]
Fans asking if I still got it
I never fell off, I'm still classic like illmatic
I'm still drastic
I never spit wack shit
I murder mics, murdered The priest and left him in a steel casket
Case closed, no coming back in this bible verse
Ask about me, I'm hard to touch
Competition! Yeah, I hold the title first with a midas touch
That can light em up
(That's what's up)
My thuggin' is deep
Ain’t nobody rugged as this
Just tryna keep my head down to avoid robbing em peeps
I’m taking my time to perfect the mix, but I still got love for the streets (Rap Kultcha!)
Had to dumb my lyrics down to get far with the sales
To perfect my flows, I had to spar with the Whales
Shit is hard as a nail
Most of em dope cats failed
Music better save me or it get hard up in jail
[Verse 6: G’Iyaz]
I'm an old soul rapper, serve you in a cold platter
Microphone master, kill beats with no manners
I'm sicker than y'all!
Say this in your face! You can spit bars as fly as NASA but it don't matter
Imma still murder you
Who better? Never heard of you
Make an order for beef, I let these punches disorder you
Beast with the bars
Plus I'm deep and I'm hard
As a fetus I rhymed words to the beat of my heart
No doubt, I rapped frequently
In my mama's belly
Ask Poe, in the womb, I was a man already
I'm like Klaus, an original ruthless hybrid
A god, a rhyme beast
Rappers worship my feet
Step up on me, you cannot do it
Matter of fact that's wrong stupid
That's your biggest mistake
You probably diggin' your grave
Last of my kind
Every beat imma shine
Hip-Hop savior or sinister, now who's reading the signs?
Arrgh!
Fuck Sleak and Fuck Kastiel
Fuck you too if you fan dumb rappers
I hate y'all rappers with a numb package
Stop spittin'
You brought pidgin to the flow but you still not fit in
Stop rapping and do some tough thinking
You cannot be me
You nothing, bitch
Swallow your pride and walk away or kiss my monster dick
My nigga
Yeahh uhn
Swallow your pride and walk away or kiss my monster dick, bitch!
Hehn, motherfucker
G'Iyaz, Tally Ho!
PRISM Break cypher
Ladies and gentlemen
It’s the PRISM Break cypher
And I got the sickest rappers on this one
Legendary rappers; Slash, Xplain, Giro Buster, King Henry, Rap Kultcha
Tally Ho!
Yeah, Let’s go!
[Verse 1: Plasthic Slash]
UNN alumnus, my past I carry through my heart
Bachelor of science but I stayed married to the art
Shows in school, hoes in twos that gave good blows in pools
Had to pick wise words or bling, I chose the jewels
They still ring in my ears, killing my fears, stilling my tears
King in my sphere but yeah, I'm feeling my peers
Like fruit sellers checking the goods, hoes be getting the wood
Be in my neck of the woods till I'm a wreck in the hood
Trayvon shit, slayed some beat now your babe wants it
Been painting pictures since day one, bitch, your crayons quit
I'm the faeces, you sissies, my gun will blow to pieces
Called me spineless with ease, hehe! Got spondylolisthesis
Your sons will know this Jesus, rap in binary code
Nine bussing in elementary, this my primary mode
Of transportation to your girl's hollow puss, the honey target
I go fuck first then my boys go follow suit like monkey jacket
[Verse 2: Xplain D Don]
Check!
Rocking suits with the monkey jackets
Corporate hustle, me and my niggas running rackets
Tryna cop stocks and bonds off the money market
Just so we cab serve dick to these horny ratchets
Too street
Action bitters, forty sachets
Drink it all up, then spit these verses that be perfect
Cursing corny bastards, leave them dead when the gun sling
Holyfield, niggas tryna bite after the punches
Well fed but the Don stays hungry within
Circumnavigate through this concrete jungle we're in
Steady turning straw to gold like he' Rumpelstiltskin
Tryna cater for his mum and his kin
New Glock with the beam
For any nigga tryna shorten his cream or even fuck with his dreams
Hard headed Marines form part of his team
Burn the bush like he' Moses
This one wasn't a verse, its more like psychosis
[Verse 3: Giro Buster]
Guess who you stay seated like a pew
Glasgow's number one, i hear no other cunts tunes
Maybe that’s because i focus on my own
Focus on my bars like I’m shifting homegrown
Hanging off a flaming wood building with a paper roof Screaming out your name, in this game i will take your rook
Mirrored by the pain or the flames on Satans books
Rippin' off the gums if this game like a sabertooth
Lighten up the mic with my lightsaber in the booth
And that’s a hoose
Fuck the reverb! I revert to echo news
Fuck Donald Trump when Glasgow's going down the pan
Flushed away like a virus from Afghanistan
I got the Midas touch even when my pens rushed
My bars open heads and trust there ain’t no one served no much time as its done
That’s because its one of a kind you cunt
[Verse 4: King Henry Viii]
I strategize, exercise impeccable rhymes
The words I emphasize, mesmerize veteran guys
Never could lie, it's marvelous, guys
Any competitor headed will get severed, reded and shredded like fries
See I studied Beethoven and Bach
Em, Hova and Pac
Now I drop Jewels like Mansa Musa
Rock dudes like am Medusa
So act an ass? Am tagging fast like an Appaloosa
And when the heater blast, they beat it fast like my producer
Life is a bitch and she fucks you like Karma Sutra
Lightening and glitz with mushrooms and thots that'll suit ya
Vices that stinks, ices on wrists
Enough room to park an uber, to enjoy doom and die a neutral
But I'll still be kicking that real, spitting it ill
Kicking that shit that be killing and spinning the wheel
Sizzling & freezing appealing and Giving em chills
Packing punches with drastic purpose of mass destruction
Fat ta attack the Russians, hot-ish gushes, such as dragon dungeons
This's braggadocios, you faggots pumpkins - lean back fast
'cause when this mean man spazz, shit turn jeezbel fast
Threatening nature like He's Rass Kass
Your best will get savoured, a Dracula's nature ya'll are meat rack bags
[Verse 5: Rap Kultcha]
Fans asking if I still got it
I never fell off, I'm still classic like illmatic
I'm still drastic
I never spit wack shit
I murder mics, murdered The priest and left him in a steel casket
Case closed, no coming back in this bible verse
Ask about me, I'm hard to touch
Competition! Yeah, I hold the title first with a midas touch
That can light em up
(That's what's up)
My thuggin' is deep
Ain’t nobody rugged as this
Just tryna keep my head down to avoid robbing em peeps
I’m taking my time to perfect the mix, but I still got love for the streets (Rap Kultcha!)
Had to dumb my lyrics down to get far with the sales
To perfect my flows, I had to spar with the Whales
Shit is hard as a nail
Most of em dope cats failed
Music better save me or it get hard up in jail
[Verse 6: G’Iyaz]
I'm an old soul rapper, serve you in a cold platter
Microphone master, kill beats with no manners
I'm sicker than y'all!
Say this in your face! You can spit bars as fly as NASA but it don't matter
Imma still murder you
Who better? Never heard of you
Make an order for beef, I let these punches disorder you
Beast with the bars
Plus I'm deep and I'm hard
As a fetus I rhymed words to the beat of my heart
No doubt, I rapped frequently
In my mama's belly
Ask Poe, in the womb, I was a man already
I'm like Klaus, an original ruthless hybrid
A god, a rhyme beast
Rappers worship my feet
Step up on me, you cannot do it
Matter of fact that's wrong stupid
That's your biggest mistake
You probably diggin' your grave
Last of my kind
Every beat imma shine
Hip-Hop savior or sinister, now who's reading the signs?
Arrgh!
Fuck Sleak and Fuck Kastiel
Fuck you too if you fan dumb rappers
I hate y'all rappers with a numb package
Stop spittin'
You brought pidgin to the flow but you still not fit in
Stop rapping and do some tough thinking
You cannot be me
You nothing, bitch
Swallow your pride and walk away or kiss my monster dick
My nigga
Yeahh uhn
Swallow your pride and walk away or kiss my monster dick, bitch!
Hehn, motherfucker
G'Iyaz, Tally Ho!
PRISM Break cypher