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Cyphers With Lighters

by BAD FX

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INTRO 02:48
GET ON MY VIBE GET ON MY LEVEL rpt. Sober, looking for some trees to roll up, whats the hold up? Nobody's on the ends I can't even find a benz/ taking sips on this piss coloured drink knowing that my breaths gonna stink/ I take a look at my watch, the evenings burning out the moon shines blinding my eye, what a glorious sky/ The only stars in sight are me and my guys I'm red giant ready to explode from frustration, ready to touch nations/ So fuck hating, and anyone participating in that lifestyle, I could never fit the profile/ Rough around edges everything that comes out my throats wild, I no longer spit I hawk phlegm, lyrics and flows that torch men, Rolled ten blunts once and smoked all them/ Packed like a stuffed crust, brain full like a nut that must bust, muthafuckas can't touch us/ Oil and water, prepare yourself for verbal slaughter/ I need a pop shield for my page when I'm writing, shits exciting the mental cypher in my mind before I ride it/ speaking of the beat of course I finish all of it never been called a bitch never heard you not even one but still i'm sure your shit/ Backing desperados not the movie I mean I'm drinking desperados earlier it was the smoothie with the avocado/ All about my health in the morning by the evening i'm like fuck that shit the smoke until I'm yawning i'm a fucking prick/ Mash myself up, till its har to rise up in the AM i'm just saying, I need to fix up/ But don't we all in one way or another brother to brother gotta look out for each other, the truth will make you shudder nah the truth will make you shut up/ Now you realise your living a lie and now your cut up, better humble yourself bout your nose is to the sky acting stuck up, an shut the fuck up! CYPHERS WITH LIGHTERS rpt.
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STAY FAR 02:32
I hope you make it through them dark days, demons lurking the the pathways, you better follow what your heart says/ And stay far from the fuckrie, coated in an ora of light you can't touch me/ Spinning on my axis, ignoring the lack shit,ziplock is where my tracks live I chill on that shit/ Rolling up fat spiffs, or skinny ones even, it doesn't matter as log as its high grade I'm breathing/ Night creeping for the right reasons I was hight seeking more grade, now the nights dipping as it dawns day/ Not one of those to go the wrong way, straight and narrow is my path stay far form fuckrie as the song says/ Run it back, so you can hear it again, I lay this off of the top like I was scared of the pen/ Whats that dope shit? Ziplock must be, I implore you to stay far from the fuckrie/ cho Stay far, stay far from the fuckrie rpt. When Dead Prez said turn that radio off, I was bout that with my radio off just tuning in to my peeps/ with Hey!zeus and them rolling to beats free styling in the club before you had to smoke on the streets/ Ray Charles to the bullshit, in my own universe, no I''m one quarter of the Omniverses I hope you brought ya verses coz we came to spit rapid, bunning emcees with lyrical this acid/ Hit the gym but not to get massive, on my grind so I can get stacking never say that Zip's slacking/ Zip is up, and never did give a fuck, and never sold a friend to get a buck/ And you could get your head swiped off tonight depending on your luck if you on the mic sounding like you suck/ They say we go hard I said I know we large, we told you from the start from fuckrie we stay far, say far cho
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COME GET IT 02:38
Bopping in an out of these lines, shocking ya mind got a lot to write kotching tonight rocking this mic dropping rhymes/ Taking them flights from day to night without moving, this high grade zute got me cruising at high altitude/ Gimmie the riddim and gimme the microphone I'll show you what I can do, use my power to bun people who act like they liking you/ Bad intentions deep inside plans of fighting you, never prosper over I an I coz I ain't like you dude/ Let me bump wid it... see di riddim deh Come get it Hold on I ain't done wid it.... see di riddim deh Come get it rpt. Hold on I ain't done with it leave you stunned while im having fun with it give you dumb critics a new unfinished and you still love it/ Its the natural flow call it the spring, seasoned with that merciless ming/ Thats herb by the way in case you thought otherwise, you stupid if you thought you could compare me to those other guys/ see we rip mics, you should sit quite, Often times my persona don't come across polite/ Everybody has a right to an opinion but shit I ain't got to listen, getting cozy with the wrong ting you don't know what your missing/ I'm a play my part only I can fill my position on this hip hop path continuation is the mission/ And I overstand that, so its hip hop till i'm a grandad, you asking then hell yeah thats the plan black/ You coming with those negative vibes you better stand back to where your mans at, I ain't tryna hear ya damn crap cho...
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I roll up like the po po on the corner, you won't see me if the smoke don't wanna show ya/ Hiding is what they thinking but i'm really vibing, I'm in a good space coz I know the timing/ Is on point with the rhyming and my assignment, is to fuck up every mic when the beat slides in/ Two step in your new crep with a juice yes, ruthless when I do this see my music/ Need a new cheque, over your head with flow if your stupid, i'm an R1 your a new ped/ Heard the flow and you still don't know what to do yet, fucking useless I could do less still amaze you/ If you was a zute I wouldn't blaze you, if you was my youth I wouldn't raise you/ If you was a game I wouldn't play you, if you was to choose suicide I wouldn't blame you coz nobody can save you! huh Boasty wit the rhymes toasty with the rhymes Toking on the high toking on the high GRADE rpt. Noface Verse cho... Krash Verse
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My style changes like chameleon skin, im blending in, you haven't heard better run tell your friend let it begin/ So the Cypher starts like we done built up and its time to spark, I grip the mic an rass any emcee that tries to talk/ When its our turn, hours I burnt doing this shit, priceless ain't no getting them back, its like this/ Do it for the love, doit it for papes too what the fuck, pay me for my shit yo this is art I ain't no mug/ Aint no super thug but crimnal thoughts done crossed my mind, just coz u got a pass, doesn't mean you can cross the line/ You better know your place and know who the fuck you dealing with, when you dealing with, the type a heads you see me with/ I ain't got no time for no lame shit, I've got to rhyme, I've got to fly I'm often on my high shit, I'm off tonight/ Smoke till the room is getting fragrant, don't wonder why, its I an I probably getting wasted Krash CHO Don't go overboard, doing too much with your vocal chords, we all know you fraud stop fronting like you an overlord/ you don't even run your house how the fuck you gone run the streets, nigga please better got tell your wife get off my D/ Years of experience with the flow, its evident, ever since, I've been stepping to mics I never slipped/ Youth dem on the road dem nah play, packing the tings, no respect for the elders on street jacking the kings/ anyone they come across, doesn't matter if u moving like a peasant of u looking like a boss, mind where u stop/ A nuh dat alone, duty gal dem love a man cologne, mind how you a plan fi carry Cassandra home/ I ain't got no time for lame shit I've got to rhyme I've got to fly I'm often on my high shit, im off tonight/ Smoke the high the room is getting fragrant, don't wonder why its I an I probably getting wasted CHO
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CWL prelude 03:41
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CHO U worried bout being flavour of the month, i'm worried bout what flavour is the blunt/ Cant toke on any old any old, crushing up the high grade when I roll/ Ever since a youngster yea I been involved, in cyphers with lighters ganja igniters stuffed pipes with chunks of cess light it, get high from the fumes if u beside it Ray Vendetta verse... cho... Vague verse... Big blunts with no lumps its all crushed out nicely, scent of the ganja entice me, quick trips to Dam soon as u invite me/ Anything to be in a cypher puffing lightly on ty weed or Sutton exotic pass me the Hilton, my brother waiting on the next crop he got the stilton/ Big clouds when I arrive u won't see me, I remember back in the day puffing on beedies/ But fuck that cutting up high grade when its tuff black, draw for the three star rachett when we a buss this/ Your weak lung can't handle herb of which I speak son, have u cough up your brain cells making you seem dumb/ Dope shit taking you up when we a smoke this meditate get in your zone ready to focus, crushed out blem in the riz ready to roll this/
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When the pen speaks I hope you listen, I'm just the translator, explaining what I see upon the damn paper/ Messages flowing through me, I convey them as the riddim speaks to me/ Bars and flows is the language and I'm fluent , ain't just a language its a culture and a movement/ Of ideas and thoughts coming together, can't just run with whatever because its done for your leisure, nap we smarter than that/ And so are the brains of the heads that engage in our style, we bringing back that strong shit that ain't been played in a while/ The love of life and a life full of love is what we tryna live, some using this hip hop to spit all kinds of shit/ But you see the stars is what we are clinging with, shining brightly on the microphone when I be rhyming kid/ Real heads is who you find me with, and when you see us display the skills, you can't deny the gift/ CHO Theres no denying the gift, theres only lighting the spliff/ Keep an eye on your shit and be careful of where u walking with all that ice on your wrist/ Theres no denying the gift, theres only lighting the spliff Yea we doing this for the money but doing it for the love is very high on the list/
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This that good shit, come around my way and take a good hit/ Up into the clouds is where get, pack a little more weed yea it should fit/ Shake it up shake it up spark now, but don't follow Tiny Temper and pass out/ I got the guided light if u in the dark now, just follow the cherry till the tails in your rass mouth/ Toke that, get higher, don't let it go out, its cool I got the lighter even if you don't I got the matches on standby, we in the studio, catching a grand vibe/ So tell your bitch no need to wonder why her mans high, we gt the best grade, that was the plan right/ We all bun till we faded never let the ganja feel unappreciated make the smoke CHO Heres another smoke joint for my people, weather you got the grade or sour diesel/ my brother puffing on the ty he got choose too, on a hard grind wishing it was legal/ On a hard grind wishing it was legal, my brother puffing on the ty he got cheese too/ Weather you got the grade or sour diesel, heres another smoke joint for my people/ Lets get it circulating, start the cypher pass the kutchie yo the herb is waiting/ To take us to the higher heights pearly gating, while your body's on the earth remaining/ I heard you hating, because I got more weed than you came with its cool here's a spliff no need to say shit/ Yea I stay lit, with heavy bags under my eyes, looking hypnotised coz I'm high, but looks are deceiving/ Like the precious bud on the plant hiding the seed in, pick'em out only smoke quality Kush in the evening/ This is for my cloud makers, running down greatness, rolling out of white rizzla or them brown papers/ It don't really matter what u use blunt bong or a pipe, to each his own long as we getting longed in the night an we/ we, all bun till we're faded, never let the ganja feel unappreciated make the smoke
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Lets get the money, lets get the fame, do it for the glory forget the pain/ Keep hustling, all my niggas with the guns keep bussing'em, if thats how you get it in/ Weighing up your food on the table making moves when your able, breaking bread making sure the crew never hate you/ Event though some of them will, fuck around spiteful muthafuckas get killed/ Tooken out, Youngens on the corner of the block looking out, feds approaching but the zoot we never put it out/ Keep blazing, the scent from my ganja is so amazing/ Moved a couple pounds back in the days Aint never scared to get back to my ways/ Covert, give me the skirt, I get the shit delivered, chop it up get it out then we split the figures/ Weather slow or quick, with this work I hope you know your shit or be prepared to hold your grip/ Stick or squeeze, Certain situations ain't no time to bitch or freeze just get it/ Or be the unfortunate one who needs a medic, no stopping until we got it thats how we set it/ Chasing paper like the money's on a treadmill, We all on a quest here to get mils/ Technical Development verse
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WILDING 02:16
Rude boy deh ya pon di beat again, tell some fool hold a seat again/ I man puffing on the reefer blend listening to the bass and the tweeter dem/ But where it deh? yea see it deh dropping on the riddim, all the dancers start bopping on the riddim/ watch out, told you its a shocker ima give'em, Watch out, told you you should stop u didn't listen/ Now you laid out all on the floor with a twist jaw, all up in the club drunk what you starting that shit for/ Preeing people gal steady pissing them off, without being ready to get your fucking fists off/ We stay level headed when we wilding, you can tell a brother's from the island/ Ganja we a bun if u nuh like it, suck ya manda yo caa we a light it, don't get my people dem violent/ Smooth like socks on laminate flooring, sliding around when its boring/ Play my shit, get your brain to absorb in this rhyming flow, this is rhyming gold you won't hear it often/ My people are coughing, too much loud up in the spliff, a near death from a couple a hits/ You can't fuck with my shit, u better fuck ya gal an buss on her tits and stay happy like a bucket of chips in Las Vagas/ Hardcore hip hop fuck yea that made us, anything less than that is outrageous/ Wilding, with the grade like I'm skydiving, no goggles on can't open my eyes an/ I stay level headed when I'm wilding, you can tell a brothers from the islands/ Ganja we a bun if u nuh like it, suck ya manda yo caa we a light it, don't get my people dem violent/
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Ray Vendetta Verse CHO Running laps till I've got a hundred stacks, Tell emcees that false started there ain't no coming back/ Pass me the mic like a baton in the relay, no starter gun needed just a scratch from the DJ/ Stay in your lane I step out of mine, no disqualification necessary coz thats how I write the rhyme/ Messy as fuck like its code on the page, running laps around rappers its been over for days/ Still its here thats how u can tell that its all for the love, Hungry on the mic treat the fucking beat like its grub/ I've had enough, just playing yo I always need more, with tongue twisters like she sells sea shells on sea shores/ See it means more, when a level of efforts applied, a lot of skill being used on this method tonight/ it don't matter how many takes long as we getting it right, just eat my dust if my pae you can't keep it up you suck you fuck... CHO Vague verse

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A collection of songs made @ Ziplockstudios with beats that will make any listener wanna get involved in the cypher....
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released May 25, 2018

All tracks produced recorded and mixed by BAD FX @ ZiplockStudios except "STONED interlude" which was co produced with Luke Pryde
All cuts/scratches by DJ Evil ED
Cover done by P. Henriques
Illustrations by Pencil Fingers

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