Yo yo yo yo pros

Y'all try'na cypher right quick, what up bruh bruh bruh?

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

Said we were just a bunch of kids, like the Brady Bunch

Style so miscellanous, cats taking speed ain't in a lane with us

Favorite line of quotes/coats you can hang em up

You straight whats up, I don't know I wrote this statement cuz

It was stating just, how homie he was fakin tough

So I gave him lumps, beat him up, broke his jaw

He claimed he got jumped

Got on an orange suit it hurt to see my mans in cuffs

It goes to show how these Brooklyn streets were dangerous

Niggas ain't playin' son, come round here shining its the timing

When things get violent, eyelids violet, whenever they violate

That's why my style been to be silent

Unless they want the shaolin

I came into this game and ate with no one to make my plate

Said my grace, figured that they must not know what art is

Cause we just starvin' artists who become someone they all test

To them I'm just a target but I'm solid just like tar get, uh

I'm doing wonderfully you make these *****es want to flea

I be 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 **** the world

And made somethin' from nothing

Come and see how he come in the game like an intrusion

Who's him DeShay supply the beats so I bruise'em, 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 dont know, who the Pro Era crew is?

Who Diamond Lou is, coming for they flesh we leave them left like nudist

And if you new to 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, See Dee

In the back of the stu catching a view of the environment

I over analyze shit entirely

It be that young De Niro, get chicks like I get dinero

You scare hoes to the point they don't wanna get near yours

Bare flows pour'd over earlobes

Fo sure, I flow in air zones, I'm one in the same you bare clones

Coast to coastal, get mami's like I'm 'posed to, go postal when we oppose you, so don't pose dude

I approach fools with tools, leave em in cork screws

Then resume the cruise, my hand on the boob will bruise

When we interlude, she get nude for cash dough, and jewels

And I pursue, put my tube in her inner room (kaboom), Two open root chakras sex the best, so you know I get lots of

**** em and I duck em, never in my pivotal

I'ma love Doc. given out my persciptionals

It's the principals, I'm the prince of cool, I love broads

But I'm a young Don, so my nigga only get physical

Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

Now 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 known to trickle down your inner spine

And make these non alcoholic girls do a little wine

And in the midst of time, spittin rhymes was a trick of mine

From the effect of joints, minimize the squinted eyes

Never needed to be even to reasons

The only nigga only breathing from God

With a mental demon screamin in winter seasons

Had to reflect as the style comes correct

So it comes correct

Better than cum correct when I'm done for sex

Better text the less

So the text got the message

When a nigga bring more down from his pores

Without a single blemish, let him embellish every

Letter for ever with this soliloquy, thus spittin are your suspicions, suspiciously

Come and cop the little weed, cause niggas got higher from

Single bigger beads and climb the single tree

Said I be thrown up on this plateau, mobbin with my capos

Its all about the booty like sparrow, get your arrows

Cause the bose know that the ****in pros ho

Wait, sippin slow so, slow mo, seems to be our fate uh

Rhythm rhythm got me high as ****

See my stock risen up, I be never findin' trust

But I found myself through the light, eyes thrice

Jumped and got ups like delivery trucks, I'm sick of

Cereal shmucks from the imperial clubs, offering lineal love

I'm treat it like a domino, and knock 'em down

I don't give a literal ****

Your minerals suck, I'm a lyrical stud

Uh, look, and don't tell me what it really be

Cause all I see is indigo and symmetry

Endo road, I end yo' road

And if your lend your soul, expect the death for sho

Eh yo lets go, analytically you can see through my energy

I been ascendin', higher than my ****in' enemies

We all gods 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, but PE be the BEP

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 I'ma ****in' 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 labor so watch the land grow through my eye lids

Centrifuging, not confusing through in my intellect

And my Kundalini need my Melanin, so baby put the melon in

Or magnesium, you niggas tarnish, smell em

Your am radio active no fair

Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

If they hop on the ****, 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 bredrin

47 goons come cool with no prevention from the coolers of the dimensions

Just mention, that you let them bring the best of your ascension

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 need to get your hustle up and find your right grind

Find your right grind like

I take tokes of the ********* smoke 'til I float like boats in the ocean

For sure, I'm showboatin'

Slow pokes 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'

Can't 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

Paws that like dog feet, spit it sicker than bone meat

**** the world in orgies until that ***** bore me

My flow horny, my game nice, my style naughty

One eye low though, he'll figure that out shortly

I speak the truth and she knew this since birth

It's her nature to look like she newest to Earth, stupid

It don't take cupid, all it takes is cool kids

Some cats prey on ***** like cougars

It all seems fictitious dreamin' with my team for the riches

They say to watch out, for the schemin' ass *****es

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 call dueces if you want in

And a few Coronas got me seein' future in my aura

The future I'm controlling with my mind and my myriads

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 outer body experience

Sticks and stones can't break my bones

So I alone cones like 47 chromes

The synchronologist, now we in the zone

In the middle of space time so tell 'em hit my phone

Who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright

I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight? Grab the mic

Everything is gonna be alright