Old Skool Cipher

Описание: Jet 2 takes an interlude on Eleven Twenty-One : Who is Jet 2, to simulate a classic style freestyle cipher that would happen between rappers during a promotional curcuit, on shows like Funkmaster Flex, or Stretch & Bobbito. Jet 2 is two different rappers between the first and second verse.

Eleven Twenty-One : Who is Jet 2: http://jet2.bandcamp.com/album/eleven...

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh, you already know one time
How I kick this shit one time
Gotta kick this shit one time for the old school, f-
For the old school rappers
Lil' old school cipher shit one time, uh
Aye, yo' cut, cut me up, cut me up, uh
Uh, aye yo', check

[Verse 1]
I'm on the mic everyday
Even old school flow like elementary
And mentally, I elevate exponentially
I got a collegiate flow, them other niggas pre-K
Hear me out, hear me out
Nigga, I'm rippin' the flow
My thoughts are sicker than most
I'm such a lyrical nigga
I mastered them figures
Yo' lady, I dick her and go
Uh huh, check it
Aye yo', I call my nigga Spiyda
"What it do, slide through, bring a couple hoes, too!"
And he was like, "coo',"
And I was like, "alright, well hold up
I gotta do my homework!"
'Cause you know business comes way before them, uh
'Cause without them stacks, you can't afford them, uh
I Jeff Gordon in it
Indy five hundred, I'm runnin' in it
Like a Nascar engine at the Pit
With the tires switchin' shit
Meanin' the whip is sittin' on bricks, ha
That's some hood shit if you didn't get it
Aye, yo' I'm bumpin' Jay-Z's, "22 Two's"
Off of "Reasonable Doubt," ain't no reason to go without it
I got seasonal tickets, they don't make the cuts like the Clippers
They just fade when the cut's made like the clippers, haha
I'm tryna make them ladies line up
And tape her while I watch the booty wave
Brush off me and Pootie Tang, shh
Night caps and hot rags is my style on the head
Pro-Style on the head, keep it locked like a dread
I could walk off a ledge and fly like a jet, too, haa?
'Cause I'm Jet to sky, I mean Jet too fly
I jet to the jet to see where I kept two things
That I left through the jet too
Huh, she'll be probably cool without a plane
But she want a jet too
Check it, aye I just got a new Yamaha
And I'm makin' beats with all black keys like Amistad
Haha, shout-out to Jamal Wilson, and I ain't talkin' football
Ha, I'm laced like a football
I be out of space, and I be sippin' drinks out of space bars
Uh, check it, I'm Apollo thirteen, I'm ballin' wit' green, Celtics
I follow my dreams and all of the things I said
I probably felt it, uh

[Verse 2]
Aye yo', check, look, look
This the next nigga in the ciph, look, look, look
He like, "uh, aye I ain't tryna be no cool nigga
'Cause I be on the bomb everyday like a fallen grenade
Aye, yo' I came from the ghetto
Where niggas never did they homework
Always claimed they lead broke; ain't had no pencil
We was rappin' every nutrition and lunch
Like, 'fuck fifth period, I'm about to spit this shit'
Ladies throw it at niggas with no experience
That's how they got they experience
Aye, yo', I'm serious, niggas was so anti-school
That at the end o' every essay, I left out the period on purpose
Like, nigga what you gon' do?
'Cause my momma told me sock ya if you send me to the office
Report cards, the only grade was excessive talkin'
The heroes was the villains, watchin' Batman robbin' niggas"

Damn, haha

[Outro]
Aye, good lookin' for listenin', muhhfucka!
I hope you enjoyin' this shit so far
That was my old school cipher for y'all
Feel me? That's how I do it, like the old, old school
Uh, check it, old, old school, uh
Get some chips and shit
Right
Over here chillin' wit' cake and ice cream and shit
And chips
Aye, I hope y'all enjoyin' the mixtape though
You feel me, good lookin' for downloadin' it
I love all y'all, you know?
You feel me?
It's some good ice cream
You feel me?
Yeah