Lenox Ft. Mojo [Cypher Annihilation] (Verse 1). Mojo: On these beats i never cease to amaze em, the flow sweet like reeses piece, but ill put the heat to they chest without a 3 peat and blaze em,
Lenox: Lenox, the super lyricist/
Crucifix you to a pyramid/
Spit the eeriest lyrics that'll clear the mist/
Mojo: The shots rock the block and make em do gymnastics, the flow so sharp it rips plastic, the sickest wicked raps comin from the pink lip bastard, stickin ma dick in this dirty game til im in the casket
Lenox: spitting flames that'll behead a serpent/
destining curses so never question who we worship/ the ending excessively worsens so my death will be a purpose/
Mojo: Im wicked in fact, at rippin tha raps, blunts dipped in the wax, im splittin the wacks, in half when i hit snitches wit gats
Lenox: I body beats while going off the top dropping heat/
hit the block with with rock, my squads elite/
blood droplets and dots connect on the concrete/
Mojo: I read scriptures while sippin holy water and cheifin reefer, cuz id rather lay wit god in top soil instead of wit the reaper, old school like pager beepers, gods son across the belly cuz i spit this ether
Lenox: When I rap you contract the venom/
it's the immaculate conception/ blow out the back of your cap with a wessun/
don't act for a suggestion/ when you cypher with us/
snipe you from a bus/
Mojo: I dont play that shit like bad music, gats packed and stashed in champion hoodies ridin in the black buic, pushin rock on the blacktop til i run outta fluid, ruthless on tempos on some underground shit like sewage,
Lenox: I'm a savage with deadly ways/
splitting cats raps with machete blades/
enter the cage of death and plagues that will never be dealt with or tamed/
Mojo: These lyrics thrown like spears thru this perseverance will force rappers to resort to disappearance, and these discoherint interferences think im just in slim shadys mirror and shit
Lenox: Never question me/ death is my destiny when I rep my city on a clever melody/ the moon reflects on my past/ always on the bottom of the deck and was never last/ shells blast/ dancing on the metal and the devils ash/
(Verse 2) Lenox: I'm satins son in the essence/ smuggling weapons to mother fuckers that are drug infested/ I'm a demon crossed with a carnivore and a great white/ give faggots fake stage fright while drinking the venom out of snake bites/
Mojo: This rap shit a giant leap of faith, carryin round this heat to keep me safe, ima spit acidic lyrics I wrote with a bic til my demons break, put this fuckin .45 to this schemin fake
Lenox: I look dead but I'm wide-awake/ Catch bullets between my eye-lids in a firing range/
I'll throw you in a lions cage/
And drive away before you catch my poetic license plate/ I seek to the soaring heights/ and breathe better once I reach the northern lights/ preaching reasons we should feed off you on cordless Mic's
Mojo: Sparkin sess wit tha conglomerate full of degenerates, out to kill all the presidents, sick of the same residents smokin ress and shit, and every bitch goin lez like ellen degenerous, why yall aint conversin bout verses or paper its so irrelevant
Lenox: Welcome to Syracuse, where these days are dark/ and razor blades get placed to your face and heart/ trapped in a maze but it made me smart/ decapitate your veins sense I'm off to an amazing start/
Mojo: The flow runs so fluidly, put my existence into rap to get me away from foolery, where these cats bust toolies for currensy, kick game like the school that confusedly booted me, this game is in the roots of me, real recognize real and yall look new to me
Lenox: Trying to find the merciful light to my purpose of life/ earning my stripes by making a vertical slice down each shoulder with a surgical knife/ my hearts concealed by armored steal/ guard your grill when you get scared for real/
Mojo: I got syracuse reppin in me, wreckin ya team til im restin in peace, got these hoes bendin they knees, bust shots consecutively, see yall think u on top, but you well underneath
Lenox: I drown priests in baptism baths In a tyrannical wrath/ cyanide drowning inside my paragraphs/ rhyming with a god will get u teared in half/ Why transform? I'm in my Optimus prime/ Freestyles commit suicide off the top of my mind/ my only option is crime/ throwing the duces up to cops when dropping a dime/
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