Letra Last cypher Pro.Era

Last cypher

Featuring Cj Fly, Dyemond Lewis, Ala $ole, Nyck Caution, Kir

Produced by brand
Un DeShay

(Hook)
Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright
Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright

(Verse)
Say were just a bunch of kids, like the Brady much
Catch some miscellanous, guess, take it sweeter in the lane with us
Favorite line of clothes you can hang em up
You straight what’s up, I don' wrote this statement
Cause it was thinking just, our homie he was fakin stuff
So I gave him love, beat him up, broke his jaw
He claimed he got jumped on & on suitor
Hate to see my man in cuffs, it goes to show how these Brooklyn streets are dangerous
Niggas ain’t playin son, come round here and shine it’s the timing
When things get violent I lose violet
Whenever they volley, that’s my style
Until the show, that’s why they want the shower in.
I came into this game and when no one told me my plate
Said my grace, figured they must not know we're artists
Cause we just starvin artists who become someone artist
To them I’m just a target but I’m sellin just like Target, uh
I’m doing wonderful you baby bitches wanna feed

(Verse)
I’m flippin the bird to the public, I'm holding grudges
I’m always angry, and I dunno who to blame
So I blame the government, you gotta love it
Another youngin' that sufferin I told him to fuck the world
And made somethin from nothing
Come and see how we come in the game like an intrusion
Who send the straight supply to beats so I boozin, oozin
I’m losin' my self control, you niggas is lightweight
We times ten to four, and we bend the rules
They act like they don’t know, who the Pro Era crew is?
Who Diamond Lou is, coming for they flesh we leave them left like new diss
And if you knew this you'd see I show you the ropes
I’ll be your PE coach, you know you see this smoke
How you think I'm smashing records like the CD broke, CD
In the back of the stu’ catching a view of the environment
Over and I vandalize the shit inside.

(Verse 3)
It be that young Deniro, get checks like I get dinero
You scare hoes to the point they don’t wanna get near ya
Bad flows pour'd over ear
Fo sure, I flow with enzones, I'm wonderin the same damn clones
Coast to coast get mommy's like I’m supposed to, get posed to where I
Oppose you, so don’t pose you
I approach fools with tools and leave em with cork screws
And resume the cruise, my hand on the boob will bruise
And we interlude, she get new for cash tho jewels,
And I pursue, put my two been huntin my room (kaboom)
Two open room shots sex the best, so you know I get lots of
Fuck em and I duck em, never in my pivotal
I’m a love Doc. given out my presciptionals
It’s the principals, I'm the princical, I love broads
But I’m a young Don, so my nigga only get physical

(Hook)
Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright
Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright

(Verse)
As the drum kick basses, break faces
And the vibe take you places, here comes a track that niggas couldn’t be tracing
From the end of mind to trickle down your inner spine
And make these non alcholic girls do it liqoolwine
And in the midst of time, spittin rhymes was a trick of mind
From the effect of joints, minimize the squinted eyes
Never need to be even or reasons, the only nigga only breathing from God
With a mental demon screamin and two seasons
Had to reflect the style come correct, so it come correct
But it didn’t come correct, when I’m done for sex
I’m better next than less, so the text got the message
When a nigga bring more down from his pores
Without a single blemish, let him embelish every
Letter for ever with this soliloquy, thus spittin are your suspitions, suspiciously
Come and cop the little weed, cause niggas got higher from
Single bigger beads and climb the single tree

(Verse)
Said I be thrown up on this plateau, mobbin with my capos
It’s all about the booty like sparrow, get your arrows
Cause the bose know that the fuckin pros hoe
Wait, sippin slow so, slow mo, seems to be our fate uh
Rhythm rhythm got me high as fuck
See my stock risen up, I be never findin trust
But I found myself through the light, I thrice
Jumped and got ups like delivery trucks, I’m sicker
Cereal shmucks from the imperial clubs, offering lanerial love
I’m treat it like a domino, and knock em down
I don’t give a literal fuck your minerals suck
I’m a lyrical slud, uh, look, don’t tell me what it really be
Cause all I see is indigo and symmetry end of road
I end your road, and if your learn your soul,
Expect the death for sho.

(Verse)
Eh yo lets go, analytically you can see through my energy
I been a sinner, higher than my fuckin enemies
We all guys in our mind, body and soul
Don’t get caught up in 360's or you will be sold
And I don’t play that shit, PE be the PEb
Cream of the crops circle, alienated
And I know that’s my ultimatum, I know its bitter sweet
And word to the streets, its either you or me
And Imma fuckin eat, so check your co-sign before I rocafella
But they don’t touch the cheddar, cause they all know better
This is the fruit of my labels so watch the land grow through my eye lids
Since you fueding not confusin through in my intellect
And my cooling need a melodine, so baby put the melon in
Or magnesium, you niggas tarnish, smell em
Your am radio active no fair

(Hook)
Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright
Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright

(Verse)
If they hop on the dick, make sure you protect it
Watch how you step, plenty shit you can step in
And no disrepectin if you ain’t in your section
Better watch how you talk, you stalkin my brothran
47 goons come cool with no prevention from the coolers of the dimensions
Just mention, that you let them bring the best of your attention
Like last night I rode the train, just to vibe
As I stood between the cars spliff in a knot
Having visions of spittin these rhymes on the mic
As I open my eyes to see lies that they hide
On that 47 shit I climb and survive and been through these rhymes
Definin through times, line by line guidin all your right lines
To find your right vibe to get your husstle up and find your right grind
Find your right grind like

(Verse)
I take tote of the marijuana smoke til I float like boats in the ocean
With shar show boatin, slow post get slow poked over me
Just a kid, wait your kidding right? nigga no joking
Too much commotion broke folk just won’t stop talkin
Could play his cards right I just might poke em
Cause where I’m from, hearts don’t get broken they got stolen
Say the wrong sentence, nigga put a semi to your colon
Pause that like dog spit sicker than bone meat
Fuck the world in orgys until that world until that bitch bore me
My flow horny, my game nice, my style naughty
When I low though, hilfiger that out shortly uh
I speak the truth and she knew this since birth
It’s her nature to knew she look like Earth, stupid
It don’t take cupid, all it takes is cool kids
So cats prey on pussy like cool
It all seems fictitous dreamin with my team for the riches
They say to watch out, for the skeemin ass bitches
You better keep a lot of cream for them itches
I'm too vicious, in a stream full of fishes
So I move with the waters like my niggas that manuever with a quarters
I skimped the last order, so you can dueces if you want in
A few coronas got me future my aura,
Future I’m controlling with my mind and my merries
If you talkin shit then let me fly to the pyramids
She feel nasty when she swallow the little kids
That means we had a minor out of body experience
Stick and stones can’t break my bones
So I allow cones like 47 chromes sing pro knowledges
Know we in the zone in the middle space time
To tell em let me hit my phone,

(Hook)
Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright
Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic
Everything is gonna be alright.