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Things Went Left

by Cypher Clique

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Cobra Kai Cash Out feat Sir Michael Rocks 02:47
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[Verse 1: James Major) Making this guap, taking my way up the top, taking a spot Dreams of hoppin' and swayin' in drops, flying, skating off lots Niggas be hating a lot, got hate in they blood, and making a fuss Me? I break the bank and shake in her club. (Yeah) the shit is a dub I'm an established, making this magic, Major so it's fantastic Just like a classic, drop one song, and get rid of you bastards Now we're cashin' out, you still cappin' now Light the weed and pass it round til we're passing out [Verse 2: Mic Anthony] Sickest in the land n shit, I deserve 100 grand to flip A bad bitch making sandwiches, and I ain't paying for the damages I make art like canvases, I had shows on your campuses Look what I do n shit, came thru with the crew n shit I blew up out the blue and shit, you knew me then you knew the Clique So slowing down for the crown'd be ludicrous, like What you wanna do when the reefer come thru mic check 1, 1, 2? What you wanna do when the reefer come thru mic check 1, 3, 4? Had hoes but I need more, had shows but I need more Had hoes but I need more, never will you see me bring sand to the seashore [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] I'm working when I'm chillin' I'm working when I'm kickin' it I live a work of art Got no legs trynna kick it with The ones that be quick to turn serpent for the Benjamins Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out [Verse 3: Relay] I'm breaking the bank, making the ends, nigga it's nothing to prosper Upping the ranks and we did it again, ballin' so go check the roster Bad chic on the biceps, these hatin' niggas we side step Tan coupe, land two, and it's brand new no Rhymefest Gotta make it happen, put that work in, get it cracking Cause like open water bottles homie I ain't with the cappin' Staying focused on the passion so you other niggas assed out Gonna hit the lotto, winning ticket bout to cash out [Verse 4: Mic Anthony] Head spinning like a cd-rom n shit Fuck niggas wanna see me bomb n shit They be rapping for their baby mom n shit Fuck like all of it, I can't honor it, your conglomerate Washed up, this new shit, new level New heat, new freak, nigga new devils I ain't fucking with the jump , she too ghetto My shit heavy metal like shoe pedals I pull up, I pull in, I pull out, I cash out I pull up, I pull in, I pull out, I cash out Opps be testing me, God be blessing me, hoes be texting me, shows is ecstasy Opps be testing me, God be blessing me, hoes be texting me, shows is ecstasy [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] I'm working when I'm chillin' I'm working when I'm kickin' it I live a work of art Got no legs trynna kick it with The ones that be quick to turn serpent for the Benjamins Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out Jake The Snake for cake, Cobra Kai for the cash out
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She Might Call The Feds feat Clutch 03:43
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[Hook: Erich Gillespie] She might call the feds, ask her what she said Ask me what I make, I say I got a M.Ed I'm all up in her head, money like I'm Chad Money like I'm Chet, money like I'm dead I said she might call the feds, ask her what she said Money like I'm Chad, money like I'm Brett Money like I'm Ned, money like I'm Fred Money like I'm Chet, money like I'm Fred Say like "She might call the feds" [Verse 1: Clutch] Met her at the... At the party I was off a Percocet, she was on Bacardi She called the feds and she kind of left me dead And I'm climb up a mountain, litter, code red But I'm due for affliction, due for addiction Weed and addiction, I was on friction The way I touched her, the way fucked her Treat her like lint on my shit, the way I plucked her Rub it like Aladdin, travel like Jasmine I just popped an addy, I don't know what happen But I'll tell you one thing, I just bagged this bad bitch Travel across the atlas, smoking on cabbage She want me to stay but you know I gotta go Everyday I'm getting laid, I'm fuckin' all type of hoes I'm amazed by her grace, she give me brain, she give me throat Ima stick to the code cause that's just all I know, that's for sure [Hook: Erich Gillespie] She might call the feds, ask her what she said Ask me what I make, I say I got a M.Ed I'm all up in her head, money like I'm Chad Money like I'm Chet, money like I'm dead I said she might call the feds, ask her what she said Money like I'm Chad, money like I'm Brett Money like I'm Ned, money like I'm Fred Money like I'm Chet, money like I'm Fred Say like "She might call the feds" [Verse 2: Mic Anthony] Bitches in bed, bitches give me head, jizzing on their head Heard just what I said, money like I'm Fred Money like I'm Ted, fuck her like I'm Ned Fuck her like a nerd, shitting like a turd Pissing like a bird, flipping all the birds Cussin' out the teach, sippin' on the bleach Suck it like a leech, come on shorty preach I said she might give me head All the fuckin' time, just wanna rhyme Riding with a dime, smoking on the pine Getting on the head, jizzing in my bed Heard just what I said And I think it's going back now, I order rounds in the background Clap now, like fuck your man yeah fuck that that clown A wrap now, like you don't know how to act now The Jack Brown, got pretty girls on their backs now [Hook: Erich Gillespie] She might call the feds, ask her what she said Ask me what I make, I say I got a M.Ed I'm all up in her head, money like I'm Chad Money like I'm Chet, money like I'm dead I said she might call the feds, ask her what she said Money like I'm Chad, money like I'm Brett Money like I'm Ned, money like I'm Fred Money like I'm Chet, money like I'm Fred Say like "She might call the feds"
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Backslide 02:20
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[Intro: Erich Gillespie] Never met a bitch I couldn't hit On my God, Allah, I put that on Jet Them boys talkin' bout who the next lick New tagged Ford, so I keep em focused Man she drop like my Porsche like she need some more head Man she ride like I work like 24/7 Big talk, glass of O.E I be nasty as of fuck, I'll be classy til I'm dead Get his whole town road, Lil Nas to the neck Then I... Hit my backslide You know I'm always ready for the last time, like the last time [Hook: Mic Anthony & Erich Gillespie] I backslide, let ya soul out a little that's fine I'm too old for the middle man vibes I want it all not a little that's why We, we backslide Drop it low just a little that's slime Put a pole in the middle that's fine If I throw it Ima get it back twice When, we backslide [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] Pretty women in the area, remember I said they was terriers The rellos and liquor making em scarier You had your chance at the dance, said I would marry ya But now I'm killin' records and pussy is cafeteria I'm never bitter though, they treat my pubic hair like mistletoe You never listen though, I got that give and go I ain't really trippin' at all Just lemme get my money right and take a trip in the fall I mean, they never knowin' if I'm coming or going Like the weather man never knowin' if it's sunnin' or snowin' I mean, they never knowin' if I'm gaming or lyin' Now shawty trippin off Hawaiian like I came in her island Sick nigga, lit nigga, bitch nigga You better have game, better have a zip nigga Cause really this is it nigga, mic check one two, duece I gotta dip nigga [Hook: Mic Anthony & Erich Gillespie] I backslide, let ya soul out a little that's fine I'm too old for the middle man vibes I want it all not a little that's why We, we backslide Drop it low just a little that's slime Put a pole in the middle that's fine If I throw it Ima get it back twice When, we backslide
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Narcus Camby 02:18
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[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 Damn, 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 niggas, plus they're all scrubs, John Hopkins' Just trynna separate bread winners from crumb snatchers And turn these 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' niggas 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 killer, 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 Fuck what you heard, you kids nerds, I'm that nigga Hella confident, I don't need the compliments The niggas talking shit be the niggas 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 niggas 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 SpaceJam, a wanna be
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Back In 2010 feat Charles Hamilton 03:10
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] It's like... fuck the government I'm on some other shit I keep it bubbling [Verse: 1 Mic Anthony] It was all a dream, I used to read to porno magazines Dr. Pepper and Eazy-E up in the limousine On east side, 95, eating Kid Cuisine Now it's 2020 and niggas is getting into things Getting smacked like a spatula, sucking neck like I'm Dracula Better than more than half of ya, squares be turning parabola This shit is not for show, amateurs gotta go And local niggas hating was never really an obstacle [Bridge: Erich Gillespie] Riga mortis, that's a body It's like a milli with me, it's like Philly with me It's like my real silly niggas with me riding Chrome laptop with the chrome right beside him Try him [Hook: Erich Gillespie] Now I'm disgusted at my mans though He wiped it clean and left some green for the end zone Now I'm disgusted at my mans though Back in 2010 he traded molly for the benzo [Verse 2: Relay] Ayo we bark on niggas like tree trunks You swear you got drive well here goes a speed bump Throw the book at me, it's something I'll read from Morals get lost due to lust and greed comes But yo I don't eat crumbs The bread is guaranteed cause I have leverage Balling in these (?) and my nigga we're athletic Life is beautiful, take a look at the aesthetics We're coming up and got these haters shook like a pandemic [Hook: Erich Gillespie] Now I'm disgusted at my mans though He wiped it clean and left some green for the end zone Now I'm disgusted at my mans though Back in 2010 he traded molly for the benzo Now I'm disgusted at my mans though He wiped it clean and left some green for the end zone Now I'm disgusted at my mans though Back in 2010 he traded molly for the benzo [Verse 3: Charles Hamilton] There's only one time to play this Put sunshine on your playlist Guns to the waist, waste to the air conditioned room If you listen to what you get chips to And if you're in your room just chillin', move to the groove Mr. Major provided, silence waving goodbye They're saying high to my vibration when I rhyme, which is smooth But... with a touch which comes with... A major drum kit Thanks for the assumption, inspiration may have you drumming If not hip-hop is coming The realness, feel it when you want it [Hook: Erich Gillespie] Now I'm disgusted at my mans though He wiped it clean and left some green for the end zone Now I'm disgusted at my mans though Back in 2010 he traded molly for the benzo
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Range Truck 01:40
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[Verse 1: James Major] I'm on the wave like a coast guard, James with the dope bars Bitches love it when they see us out, we are those stars You beg for support, I'm bred from New York Rap's a competitive sport, leave you dead on the court [Verse 2: Relay] And I'm trynna stay ahead of my goals, deadin' my foes Cause whenever when you wolfin' it out, shepherd will show On my toes staying clever and bold, never will fold And rock out with the Dame even better than Hov [Verse 3: Mic Anthony] A local nigga but I'm better than most I got the heady at the telly, shot her dead in her throat I'm in my 20s chasing money, spittin' veteran quotes There ain't no stickin' what I'm wishing leave you dead in a mote [Verse 4: James Major] We're gettin' bread on the coast, then we fly to west High as jet, in my zone, vibes are the best You could catch me in some nice shades, working for real In the house like a light slave, you working the field [Verse 5: Relay] While I'm with a foreign broad, nice ass and clear features Only Sicilian you seen was square pizzas Cause you got suspect vibes and scared divas While my soul's one of a kind like rare sneakers [Verse 6: Mic Anthony] Like it's a whole other world out here Like it's a whole other girl out here, the local hoes make me hurl out here So we should changed up, broke without a changed cup Riding in a range, said a nigga really came up (I meant changed up, see me in a range truck... Came up... Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Red Eye feat Left Lane Didon 02:30
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[Verse 1: Left Lane Didon] It's Dane to Dane Lane out the astro plane Stride slow, tight rope is a casket game Either way I'm still after cake Tomorrow's ill, hard swallowed pill I get cash today I got plays on my line baby Playing games like facts boo, you stay on my mind maybe It's mine maybe or maybe not Dot but I grind daily Stop watches, the time's shaky Yo I got the cheat code for freak hoes Speech froze, now your legs can't keep close G code gravel attached to each toe 5 on it, Mike, Maine, Randy, Tito And me oh, luck left frio me hoe You say you got next but we gon' see bro I eat now, creep slow and keep low It's me wild, with the Clique and we beach bound [Verse 2: Relay] I'm in my lane focused Looking only after me twice over and I ain't joking The wordplay got these dames open I'm getting butt back to back like I'm chain smoking, then I change motions Making singles off my craft got me cheesin' Red eye flights, I'm switching seasons Used to watch plays at The Beacon Now I'm getting paid just for speaking Cross me better find a Deacon Or end up chased by the dogs so let the fleas in But I ain't into beefing, rather be in Punta Cana laying with a Rican Inclusive resorts, I'll let the breeze in Sippin' some brown while shorty's cheifin' White Henny's like a brick in the states Thousand grams of that tan, have it shipped by the case Orders coming off the rip, they can't wait for a sip Triple up the price tag cause inflations a trip
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Habits feat Gerald Walker 03:41
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[Verse 1: Gerald Walker] I've been making moves all across the atlas Shit been getting lit like a book of matches Made it off the block like I'm Theo Ratliff Staying focused, I don't do distraction Sharp as a knife and I'm always on point Nigga I be thumbtack-in, yall dumb tacky Think twice if you're trynna come at me About my action, don't understand nigga? Read the caption BCG lieutenant, OSAT music captain I keep it cool, while I sip a brew, point at you I'm laughing These niggas in this new era man, all they do is cappin If I said I'll bag it up, man I don't do the bragging I could never be Hollywood I don't do no acting Yall way too average, touch anyone in my Cypher or Clique I'll be pulling string like I'm Eric Clapton Fuck a audience, pull up in that Audi with tints looking tense Hop out and just commence with the clappin Oh this shit can happen Feel like Lebron in 03 when he did his shit in Akron Hungry like a nigga fastin This pouch ain't got shit to do with fashion Boss like I'm Hugo, múltiple numero uno Stacking my paper tall as Manute Bol Going all the places I guarantee nigga you won't All because I do the things that you don't [Verse 2: James Major] I'm bout to put a lot of shit out on the streets like eviction notice You kids are hopeless, looking broke, ribs are poking Learned to take the high road like the bridge was open Cause I'm hungry, remember when the fridge was broken I ain't playing no games, I don't get the tokens Leaving rappers with the blues like the kid was loccin We put it all in motion, me and my guys' accelerate Challenge anybody from a heavy to a featherweight Plays in another state, we knock down doors That's why they lobby for us like ground floors I produce hot shit, you love the sound board When I listen to yall record yall niggas just sound bored Food for thought, give you a full coarse meal Just a welcome to my life, what I spit all real Making moves like I'm A.I., you ain't gotta question it Niggas take shots, don't forget where my weapon is [Verse 3: Relay] Built Ford tough, it's nothing to dodge challengers Cannons flash, I'm a Nikon on the camera King Arthur of authors, lemme break into character Sharpening my sword, I'm writing with Excalibur The rap Gallagher, leaving niggas on Catharas They trynna password, well lemme bring out the captcha And now there's different women on my calendar So if my ex is in the equation you know I'm talking algebra [Verse 4: Mic Anthony] I'm the best in my city, like fuck your committee These niggas bitching, cause they wishing while they looking for pity I deal with lazy niggas, crazy niggas, fuckin shady niggas "I just started rapping causue I'm bout to have a baby" niggas You want a feature? Best believe you gotta pay me nigga Think about the locals, I'm rapping better than 80 niggas Still trynna be a star n shit, but they ain't even going hard n shit They still performing at the bar n shit I'm international, locals be thinking rational So if you ever see me, believe me nigga I had to go I don't do it for the wealth man, I do it for my health man I do it for the belt man, you do it for a health plan I think different, I'm magnificent So Ima take advantage of everything that we living in I want the fly paper, I'm like hi hater Came into the game, shook the city like a vibrator
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Rummy On Rock feat Erich Gillespie 02:21
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[Intro: Erich Gillespie] I’ma say some shit that don’t make sense but it’s gon make sense ya feel what I’m sayin... (aye, aye, where’s it at though?) Someone said he wasn’t from this side Someone else he always down to ride Ain’t no game no cappin on the town If you show it’s always goin down [Hook: Erich Gillespie] Rummy on Rock Dummy on shots, I got all shots Gunny on top, Jimmy called rock I got on the block Pretty lil thot, yeah I’m just tryna get up in the spot Tryn make it to the top who knows why stop right there I got homies still out on the block don’t care Cancel your agenda this is not Cobert [Verse 1:] I got my clover leaf, you kept the Jesus piece on I will control your speed, flexin’ like you get a respawn Feel like Selena Johnson watching it all fall down, not fair Runaway from Wisconsin, government watchin while they heart cold as the air See all this new shit I cop by the pair I’m tryna count it not conversate I got a lot of things I gotta do while I’m here Park my shit right by the pier Come back, I put it in gear Tell lil bro get on my time, I been the realest this year [Verse 2: Erich Gillespie] Wisconsin’s cold, Money old I got soul, kitted to the toes I’m talking cash shit, run up off a bag Cold is in the air but my bitch be doin backflips On the mattress, got it off on Saks 5th If you blow it let me show it yeah you know it’s always goin down [Hook: Erich Gillespie] Rummy on Rock Dummy on shots, I got all shots Gunny on top, Jimmy called rock I got on the block Pretty lil thot, yeah I’m just tryna get up in the spot Tryn make it to the top who knows why stop right there I got homies still out on the block don’t care Cancel your agenda this is not Cobert [Verse 3: Mic Anthony] I did a shoulder lean, I be off with your bitch I just go hit the liq, I'm just gon' pull the stick Talking that shit to me, nigga you're gonna be history Fuckin' around with me, is you gon puff a pound with me? Talking that shit, nigga I'm lit, blowing that piff Yeah! Hitting that chick, calling that bitch, catch me in VIP Yeah! I'm about to hop up in the whip right here Hunnid thousand caps on my wrist right here See me on tracks with the gift right here With the chicks right here on her lips like Yeah!

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