Lecxs Ahziz, Thairen, Katie Tropp - Cypher Session Lyrics

[Lecxs: Verse 1]

Pull deep on the hookah, stay smoked out
Can’t lose weight, eff getting choked out
Speaker box speakin’, until it's knocked out
Christian devout, so watch what leaves ya mouth

Power positions, remove glass ceilings
Torque for days, bend frames wit precision
Get wit it or get merked, that's your decision
Oppose Blaqman, get ready for a collision

We can take it to the streets, beat’em up Lecxs
Take to the beats full court press
Got a mini mansion, no need to impress
Copped a V-8 to alleviate my stress

Capitalist mind games, globalized torture
Apocalyptic future, the hell fires torch ya
Silver Surfa, intoxicate like mimosa
Sedan type dude, yall short like roadsters

Stop playing games, cause I'm taking aim
Letting hot ones loose, crippling ya frame
I'm on another level, this ain't a game
And I don't know ya so, fuck ya name

Holla when you see us, let the world hear it
Son we’ll make ya feel us, and take ya spirit
We run it done the line, spit deadly lyrics
Who's next on the mic to make these cowards feel it

[Thairen: Verse 2]

[No lyrics for Thairen]

[Katie Tropp: Verse 3]

I was not put here just to be your bitch,
Suck your fuckin’ dick than make a sandwich,
I’d rather switch teams and lick a clit,
Than be a slave to a man who is not appreciative,
Because most of you ain’t it’s all about you,
If you flash some money you think I owe you some poon,
Well you can keep that don’t get me misconstrued,
For some needy bitch who can’t live without you,
Diamonds, fake tits and shopping sprees,
Are all stupid bribes that cannot get to me,
Leave your mind games for someone with low self esteem,
I’m not your incubator I hate babies,
I will be your equal no matter what,
And if you can’t handle that then I’m moving on,
Because alone I stand you know I’m number one,
Got my middle finger up in the name of love.
So word up!