Random Cypher 2 by The Jackal Rapper Lyrics
Verse 1: TheJackal
Random Cypher 2 verse, when I'm spitting the best in the universe
Rhymes sexier than Miss Universe, I'm hitting so hard and I'm gonna make it hurt
When you wearing a mini-skirt like a 2 year old girl
She's thinking that she's queen of the world
But I'm telling her now that she's not
Down, she got shot like a post apocolyptic robot
Epoch, shooting down zombies, you mindless fools
I'm the greatest in my country, Aussie rules
Calling me on stage, 5-4-3-2-1 and on he goes
Spotlight, in my face
Got lines, to displace gravity and time
When I'm spitting my rhymes
So fast, spitting fire and I'm flying
Call me Dragonfly
Cause I'm in your line of sight then I'm gone, aight
Verse 2: LyteSpeed
Yo Jackal, I just thought of something
Once upon a time there was king, that's me
And he had a lot of bitches for queens
Post mortem, end of world, he horded whores
Out of sheer boredom and stored em in a box
Making em wear mini mini-skirts
With a bra and no shirt
For his own fun, they were whipped burned
And he didn't care it hurt
Ok, let's go back to the present
I'd go to any damn extent
And if it's a huge event, I'd steal your spotlight
Take over like a Roman Hoplite
I know what I'm doing, I'm not blind
Man, don't you know that I got eyes
My flow is so steady and fly
You could call it a dragonfly
It's only been about two months
But it feels like it's been an epoch
This is fucking Random Cypher 2
So I'll finish the story, he's motherfucking done
Verse 3: BWall
Similar to a dragoonfly, I spit and rhyme
Kind of quick and when you turn away to catch it
And imma bend ya bitch at the hips
Going nut to butt, deep with her mini-skirt at her knees
Then I'm taking it out, she licking it off
Like she a fucking porno queen
But let's get back to the random words
And begin it again
I got my pen pineapple apple pen
That ain't one, but I threw it in
You can pronounce it however you want
Bitch this my epoch or my epic and I'm wrecking
It's a blessing, helping bring spotlight to Texas
Verse 4: MC Rice
Ça y est, c'est reparti on egotrip, mon mic étripe
Les métaphores de Méta-Fort gifflent, ici l'encre gicle
Ceci est un génocide artistique
Je m'envole et écrasé les insectes: Libellule
Mon inspiration suinte, la rime pullule
When the sky goes down, c'est que Rice débarque au mic
Je créve la couche d'ozone, le guerrier lyrical attaque
Préparez vous au retour du fumeur d'instrumentaux
Moi je n'assassine rien d'autre que des instrus mentaux
770, nombre de lyrics frappant ma mine
Appelle-moi MC, chacun son tour pour butter le beat
R-I-C-E, nom de code de l'assassin lyrical
R-O-C-E, ancien nom du partenaire musical
L'époque du non sens est révolu, les rappeurs
Sortent de l'ombre, allume les projecteurs
Si tu refuses ce Cypher je ferais de toi ma reine
Tu me suceras le mic avec ta mini jupe de pute, quenelle
Verse 5: VNTICHRI$T
It's the demon, I be breathing fire like a dragon
Studying the best to ever pick up the mic and write
I've dedicated my life to rapping, I've always loved rap
So I study the methods of Eminem and Tech N9ne
As well as DNA and Hollow
My biggest inspirations who taught me how to chop up instrumentals
So I follow their footsteps and take the lyrical path
Squash wack rappers like dragonflies, cause I'm fed up with their trash
Gimme the spotlight and watch me shine in my prime with every fucking rhyme I be spitting like a machine gun
And when I picked up the pen and the pad, it remains my most important epoch, I ain't bout spitting it dumb
I be spitting it epic and with such class cause I'm the king of this shit sitting next to my queen
I've got the flow of a growling tiger ready to maul you to shreds, leaving your pants looking like a ripped mini-skirt
You'll never beat me, yah
Random Cypher 2 verse, when I'm spitting the best in the universe
Rhymes sexier than Miss Universe, I'm hitting so hard and I'm gonna make it hurt
When you wearing a mini-skirt like a 2 year old girl
She's thinking that she's queen of the world
But I'm telling her now that she's not
Down, she got shot like a post apocolyptic robot
Epoch, shooting down zombies, you mindless fools
I'm the greatest in my country, Aussie rules
Calling me on stage, 5-4-3-2-1 and on he goes
Spotlight, in my face
Got lines, to displace gravity and time
When I'm spitting my rhymes
So fast, spitting fire and I'm flying
Call me Dragonfly
Cause I'm in your line of sight then I'm gone, aight
Verse 2: LyteSpeed
Yo Jackal, I just thought of something
Once upon a time there was king, that's me
And he had a lot of bitches for queens
Post mortem, end of world, he horded whores
Out of sheer boredom and stored em in a box
Making em wear mini mini-skirts
With a bra and no shirt
For his own fun, they were whipped burned
And he didn't care it hurt
Ok, let's go back to the present
I'd go to any damn extent
And if it's a huge event, I'd steal your spotlight
Take over like a Roman Hoplite
I know what I'm doing, I'm not blind
Man, don't you know that I got eyes
My flow is so steady and fly
You could call it a dragonfly
It's only been about two months
But it feels like it's been an epoch
This is fucking Random Cypher 2
So I'll finish the story, he's motherfucking done
Verse 3: BWall
Similar to a dragoonfly, I spit and rhyme
Kind of quick and when you turn away to catch it
And imma bend ya bitch at the hips
Going nut to butt, deep with her mini-skirt at her knees
Then I'm taking it out, she licking it off
Like she a fucking porno queen
But let's get back to the random words
And begin it again
I got my pen pineapple apple pen
That ain't one, but I threw it in
You can pronounce it however you want
Bitch this my epoch or my epic and I'm wrecking
It's a blessing, helping bring spotlight to Texas
Verse 4: MC Rice
Ça y est, c'est reparti on egotrip, mon mic étripe
Les métaphores de Méta-Fort gifflent, ici l'encre gicle
Ceci est un génocide artistique
Je m'envole et écrasé les insectes: Libellule
Mon inspiration suinte, la rime pullule
When the sky goes down, c'est que Rice débarque au mic
Je créve la couche d'ozone, le guerrier lyrical attaque
Préparez vous au retour du fumeur d'instrumentaux
Moi je n'assassine rien d'autre que des instrus mentaux
770, nombre de lyrics frappant ma mine
Appelle-moi MC, chacun son tour pour butter le beat
R-I-C-E, nom de code de l'assassin lyrical
R-O-C-E, ancien nom du partenaire musical
L'époque du non sens est révolu, les rappeurs
Sortent de l'ombre, allume les projecteurs
Si tu refuses ce Cypher je ferais de toi ma reine
Tu me suceras le mic avec ta mini jupe de pute, quenelle
Verse 5: VNTICHRI$T
It's the demon, I be breathing fire like a dragon
Studying the best to ever pick up the mic and write
I've dedicated my life to rapping, I've always loved rap
So I study the methods of Eminem and Tech N9ne
As well as DNA and Hollow
My biggest inspirations who taught me how to chop up instrumentals
So I follow their footsteps and take the lyrical path
Squash wack rappers like dragonflies, cause I'm fed up with their trash
Gimme the spotlight and watch me shine in my prime with every fucking rhyme I be spitting like a machine gun
And when I picked up the pen and the pad, it remains my most important epoch, I ain't bout spitting it dumb
I be spitting it epic and with such class cause I'm the king of this shit sitting next to my queen
I've got the flow of a growling tiger ready to maul you to shreds, leaving your pants looking like a ripped mini-skirt
You'll never beat me, yah