MC Zappa - Level Up (The Ill Cypher) [feat. Too Much Phunk Posse & Hakeem Shakur] Lyrics

You played the Oratorio Of Cyphers

A brotha from the ATL wit' an NY flow
Make sure to bring your girl when you attend my show, yo

'Cuz Zappa got more bars than a prison cell
Waited and calculated, so you know they were written well

Some just rhyme from one word to another
But this is all a a game, so word to your mother

Tell her when you see her that I wouldn't wanna be her
I'm droppin' more shit than a pigeon wit' diarrhea

I'm Hip-Hoppin', tick-tockin', never stoppin'
A gift, God-given; I'm shockin 'em like a toxin

Usin' the formula that I've faithfully stuck wit'
Don't f*ck wit' me, because I hate to be f*cked' wit'

If I said it once, then I said it a hundred times
Yo, I'm the one who invented the funky rhymes

My wax is dusty, so relax and trust me
I'm so sharp, not even an ax could cut me

Ha! I'm droppin' bombs like Ted Kaczynski
I dare any MC to stand against me

I'm the ish; the shit; the S-H-I-T
Not one to test; even the best ain't tried me

'Cuz I'm taller than 8 feet, rawer than steak meat
Never wastin' a drum, and usin' all of a breakbeat

Word; they be chasin' heaven like Jason Nevin
But there's more degrees of separation than Kevin Bacon

Like J.J. Evans, I'm straight dynamite
So all you crab MCs should stop tryna bite

All of the lines and the rhymes that MC Zappa's spittin'
You can't see me, 'cuz I'm an apparition

I go blap-blap-blap! Tell 'em, Hakeem!
I go blap-blap-blap! Tell 'em, Hakeem!
I go blap-blap-blap! Tell 'em, Hakeem!
I go blap-blap-blap! Tell 'em, Hakeem!

Hakeem is my identity, but that's been known
People try to cop my style and make pathetic clones

Of this one-of-a-kind, eclectic temper fellow
Hello, with every step I take, haters jiggle like Jello

So here's the so-called thesis statement; plain and blatant
My mind state is in mental detainment

Due to all the past mistakes and decisions
Causin' optical collisions

Comin' with the phonics that are also prolific, undeniably exquisite
That'll take your mind on a mystic, voyage

About one billion light years short of vague
That do more damage than the, Bubonic Plague

You created a monstrosity with a strong mind of philosophy
So (?) course plot if you can't calculate the velocity

My weight may be slim, but my knowledge is filled to the rim
Music unspeakable adjectives, for instance pseudonyms

That'll hit you like 800,000 volts of electricity
Can't you see? It's me

Mr. Hakeem Shakur on the microphone, once again
And I'll begin to make, your head spin

Like the record, that's currently playin'
Do you understand what I'm sayin' and conveyin?

I thought you knew
That you really, can't fade A-True, yes

I'm almost done on this track, but I am
Set to react and explode

Like a nuclear napalm bomb
I gotta keep calm on the CD-ROM

And I'm fly like a gun
So peace to y'all; Hakeem Shakur is done

Ult-ult-ult-ult-ultimate, ultimate, ultimate... (gift from above)
Ult-ult-ult-ult-ultimate, ultimate, ultimate... (gift from above)

Crucial conduct conflict; my problems lead to
More than a dream, but I'm the starrin'; sparrin'

Wit' more than just fiends in my apartment
Cartin' all of the peeps that say I'm startin' to vanish

Remember them times I couldn't manage
To feed my family; friends thinkin' "what kind of man is he"

Yellin' to the top of his lungs; usin' profanity
And all a nigga could ever see was the lost soul in me; I beg; I beg and cry

But never died; I never laid down
Just constantly stayed down for my movin' triggers

Reminiscin' about my past ventures; wanna say
Rest in peace to all my past niggas, like the 9 Bot

Flowin' a pastime; rollin' in fluid motion
The hoes can't ask why, the foes get exposed

Get hit wit' wicked explosives; the notion
The lesson should have been learned less than a minute ago

You ain't shit; you managed to smoke
Refurbish ya girl, still hope that bitch don't choke, and wit' its competition

I'm tryna raise the bar high; who tryna jump and get it?
Better off rollin' wit' side eyes; I'm comin'

Keep shit in order like Pat Summitt, no need to even
Summon the beast; I seen a dozen, too bad, y'all all gotta plummet

'Cuz I'm the next to run it; back in effect, I'm back to catch me a check
Nevertheless, I'm leadin' the sources

Back to ya neck; sendin' marked pieces
Are to who want next, and wish a muthaf*cka would test; UG

J.D. Makaveli is the purple inferno
So step up to me, and you finna get burned, bro

Past is filled wit' riddles and conundrums
But K-O-N-A; Kona is where I come from

To rock the mic, I'm genetically predisposed
So all you mumblin' muthaf*ckas, you need to go

Take an Amtrak 'cuz you so f*ckin' wack
And the market is jam-packed wit' suckas who can't rap

Talkin' about bullshit of minimal relevance
They're nothin' but mice, and I'm a lyrical elephant

Breakin' em down like the binary code
I got stacks of wax, and the vinyl be dope

For breaks, you know I got more options than a stock trader
And I'm cuttin' the cold records wit' a hot fader

This is a fact that I'm sick with the tracks
In layman's terms, the purple flame finna burn

I don't bring shade; I bring an eclipse
And if you want funk. I'm an acrobat wit' the flips

Try to run, but I'm the one you can't avoid
Because ya vision is blurrier than a f*ckin' Android

And of course, the notes are chromatic
I've had it wit' sucka MCs who wanna cause static

Yo, for now I'm done, but the best is yet to come
And you know I'll be back wit' a better drum

I'm as tough as cement; givin' a hundred percent
I'm a lyrical sniper, and my gun is a pen

So if you wanna get blasted, pick ya casket
And step to J.D. Makaveli, the fantastic