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narcus camby - cypher clique lyrics

[verse 1: relay]
thoughts flowin’ as i’m writing, my memories going jogging
as the game switches speeds, i’ll never run out of options
while some thing i’m lodging, most know that i’m plottin’
so they wheel chair once it’s known i use my noggin’
or blow up off that gram like my man that reps that can
a*d*a cause disability should be on cam
exploring all the plans trynna monetize the brand
cause we know father time ain’t waiting for uncle sam
d*mn, i’m yelling mazel tov at your monologues
them botched doctrines, acting as if your plots poppin’
you lost your noodle, souped up, dead all this top ramen
i’m schooling n*ggas, plus they’re all scrubs, john hopkins’
just trynna separate bread winners from crumb sn*tchers
and turn thеse fraud ass gun clappers to gum rappers
i’m staying focused while you loving them thots
facetime’s only way i’ll see my mug in a box

[verse 2: james major]
as far as i know, every verse pyro
turn corners, ride slow, blunted so my eyes low
you looking micro, major got a nice flow
that’s not a typo, score like an iso
with no double team, yall’ n*ggas under me
trynna throw shade but i’m chillin’ by your money tree
which means getting bread’s no problem
yall’ cats need a prayer, call creflo dollar
the women never hit you back, we don’t get those problems
now we’re padding all the stats, better get more columns
timb boots and a gold chain, major is the code name
summertime, giving you cold game, no shame
below two degrees, this ain’t nothing new to me
fashion k!ller, body you know eulogy
we fly west like the finals, rhyming over vinyls
and let our thoughts stream, no tidal

[verse 3: mic anthony]
leave the debating to black to twitter to act bitter
f*ck what you heard, you kids nerds, i’m that n*gga
h*lla confident, i don’t need the compliments
the n*ggas talking sh*t be the n*ggas with no accomplishments
and it’s a city of em, i throw my pity on em
then i hit the stage, just blaze, throw my pity on em
these n*ggas imitators, frontin’ like they’re entertainers
probably had my chick in the past and couldn’t stimulate her
they see what they wanna see, i see what’s in front of me
but always look em dead in my eye it’s hard to stomach me
i’m james harden, a star in the summer league
you’re charles barkley on sp*cejam, a wanna be

- cypher clique lyrics

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