cypher 11

In the music for my future And I do it on computers

Up nights writing And I'm twitching like a user

My bitch think that I use her So I'm down in the ditch

Bewitched and itching to get Crowned and rich

For my clout and wit

But I know they doubt me and I'm down with it.

surrounded by these loud fiends the crowd screams.

I bow. Now I'm living my dreams.

its not the here and now, my lesson's learned, alicia keys

I tighten up my fat mouth, gain five pounds, drown in it

I'm clowning like Pagliacci and dying like the great reef

Escapism on these beats cos my wrath's all grapes

that's wine with no cheese. since I'm low on cheddar

Tuition isn't better at conditioning my lettuce

If you can't tell, I'm hungry. so I hope somebody's beefing

They're well done, but you know I'm the rarest

life with no headphones now that is the scariest

Hang em on my headstone however is hilarious

Nary a blessing said I guess it's utilitarian

I hope my sounds blaring from townhouses to the tenements

And gentlemen of elegance are thrilled at all my eloquence

I'm selling 'em on blemishes and killing it through teletext

Then billing 'em with evidence that's taken from their Lexuses

Perplexing them. I bet it would be best left to the Emirates.

There's Sacraments of penance for those who Are degenerate

And all of them are interested in sitting in with sacrelige

Tall enough to hit a lick but not to box with God

Too small for it to ever click and lock on frauds

But all in all I've fallen off and couldn't get back on

Cos I lost the plot when I went too deep on this song