6 Cypher
Title | 6 Cypher |
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Artist | Phone-EG |
Album | The G Is Silent |
Release Date | 2015-05-01 |
Description | “6 Cypher” is a GTA (Greater Toronto Area) posse cut that detours from the mixtape’s narrative and gives free reign to the rappers featured to showcase their bars. Phone-EG carries on the tradition he’s set for himself thus far, beating his chest and reminding everyone just how dangerous he is. Although Anderson is credited as a featured artist, his verse wasn’t actually included on the original version of the mixtape (possibly by mistake), but can be heard in a re-released version of the song entitled “Toronto Freestyle”, as well as on SoundCloud (click play above). |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: The Flan] Yeah, no time for loss, a serious game I snap, crackle and pop, boy, you hearing these flames? It’s too many trynna be different, yet appearing the same I shifted the stick, I guess that means I’m gearing for change Ahead of the pack, these rappers know I’m better than that Nobody really wants you like the slice of bread in the back They claim to be hot, I’m askin', "Where the evidence at?" But you probably just got it twisted like the medicine cap Okay, bird’s eye view, I probably just keep on dropping shit Up a bunk bed, my goal is to stay on top of shit You're not in conversation, I basically make the topic switch All I want are dubs, lots of ‘em, that’s word to Popovich ‘Cause I’m at the top of the chain Ironically, you the pendant, at the bottom you hang Like constipation, ain’t shit coming, wallow in shame The bandwagon’s leaving, it’s cool though, you could follow the train I’m out [Verse 2: Van Hill] If I hear one more time that these niggas say they're next I'mma act like a vampire Niggas walk around campfires telling stories to each other Thinking that it’s scary as fuck Smoking on Christmas trees everyday, so we’re merry as fuck Let him play his shit, tell him to his face that he sucks I’m as blunt as the shit that Wiz don’t smoke Pass it to the kids, hope those kids don’t choke I’m as wavy as the Titanic, now let that sink in (ha, yeah) I’m as wavy as the Titanic, now let that sink inside the ocean Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, ‘cause you never really know the motive I got bars like Motorolas, milkin' every situation into frozen yogurt Momma told me, "If the rules ain’t bent, don’t bend ‘em" Let 'em know that it’s time to go to yoga, man I feel like Yoda Trade the lightsaber for a soda, that’s just me bein' a nigga I’m sorry for me being niggerish, but really I just wanna be nigga rich Niggas act like bitches, bitches act like niggas, so it’s hard to tell the differences I’m a rapper, I just wanna be a simple kid Man, I’m just swaggin' on this beat Swaggy P with the shot, point four on the clock [Verse 3: Pryde] Real shit, real Look I made five figures off a fucking shirt Moral of the story, know your fucking worth I’m the wasteman captain to beat the boy’s time Only rapper you know that ain’t got a cosign And I ain’t pushed a brick before, never was I dealing weight If I’m pushing bricks I swear that shit is gon’ be real estate All I do is invest, bitches don’t show interest ‘Cause I ain’t got no big Benz, it’s cool, I’m making racks though Still her MCM without no abs though Leaping like the last stage of tadpole, I’m past go Phone-E on the track, got me repping for the Bramp’ though I don’t rep the Dot, but Toronto’s still my fam though, asshole Light work, every verse is easy done My crew do it 2XL, your crew do it smedium Phone-E hold the burner, let it pop at the fakers Ain’t got the trey pound, but stay down, this shot’s for the haters You might also like[Verse 4: Ricky Rain] Okay, I know you don’t like me I’m more likely to be more liked than you Don’t lie, it’s true and to me you are lion’s food Close your eyes, I’m about to shed this light on you For the money, I’ll just probably put this knife in you Drain the life from you, or would you like me to Ignite the fire and light you? "Good night," you too I’m just saying a lot of crazy shit that I’ve been through I’m in tuned and I’ve been told the flow is cold Your flow is wack, your flow is bog’, I told you that The Rain is here, the Rain is back Anybody in the motherfuckin' game get slapped And I could probably pull your dame with no strings attached And I just came attached with that Mac-11 And when I aim this strap and I clap the weapon Your whole brain goes splat, if I ever feel threatened I’m like [Verse 5: Devon Tracy] Your girl gets stretched fast like she’s late for yoga Tings everywhere, I ain’t talking Jamaican soda Feds pull us over, try to make their quotas Little do they know their sons and their daughters quote us Oh shit, flow lit, glow sticks Couldn’t miss the fam even if you was homesick Fasten your seatbelts ‘cause I brought the whole clique Young niggas, we takin’ over the whole 6 Woah, I ain’t never met a cool hater Way up, I blow O’s size of moon craters Boy, I got more lines than some school paper Never got my degree but I’m too major Man, this summer I’mma snap like photo clicks All this bread around me like a Pogo stick Gon' turn me to a mogul quick, she don’t want no local dick She want a nigga on some global shit Walk through looking like I sold a brick, so legit [Verse 6: Anderson] Yo, Phone-E! Bucket hat on ‘cause I’m a real-ass nigga, ah-lie, fam? It’s your boy Anderson, let’s get it, nigga Uh, probably the most underrated, man, you could ask And most of y'all just some rookies, my nigga, you need some practice Yeah, I be balling like March Madness And if I like your girl, I make her Uber to Brampton Nah, that ain’t your girl if I still got her I always hit it till she busts like a piñata You’re the type to wife a hoe, we don’t save 'em But y'all some funny niggas like 4YallEntertainment Catch me on the full run while I’m swerving In the driver’s seat, getting head like a turban And she suck me till I bust like a field trip I gave you niggas twelve months and you’re still shit? I’m too arrogant, I do what I like to Only at certain times, I have class like in high school I’m well-known around the city like the mayor I don’t need advice, save your tips for the waiter, what’s up If I ain’t hit you with a verse, then I’m probably busy Or in the condos makin' money out in 'Sauga city Man, class in session, homie, the break's over Anderson and Phone-EG, nigga, the takeover [Verse 7: Phone-EG] Fuck it– yo, fuck– yo, Phone-E, calm down! Fuck it! Phone-E like your necklace, leave you neckless for your necklace I’ve always been reckless And I like that Nexus, hit you unexpected, leave your face in your breakfast Phone-E hit the rooms, grab all the chains and the pendants Watch, rings and golds, and I took your bed set And best bet, it came with your bitch named ‘Lexis Now ‘Lexis, come take a ride in this Lexus Now get this endless penis in your precious Senseless is the size but it’ll slide like Tetris I told her, "Say, 'Ah'," call me Phone-E the dentist Or Phone-EG cardio, I leave her breathless But switch the flow up, because I’m tired of that Gun heavy, shoot the sky if I want your hat And if I see you on the map, then it’s Mortal Kombat I’m like Raiden when I… O– o– o– is– is that the end of the beat, Sunny? Alr– okay, next song |