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Nigerian recording artists, L.A.M.B releases a brand new impressive record titled “The Last Cypher“.
The song, “The Last Cypher” is off the project called “Behold the Lamb Album” by LAMB the acronym for Loose Kaynon, A-Q, M.I Abaga and Blaqbonez. The body of work contains 10-tracks.
LAMB the acronym for Loose Kaynon, A-Q, M.I Abaga and Blaqbonez return with BEHOLD THE LAMB, a full length Collaboration LP and this time they’re going for African hiphop Domination.
“The Last Cypher” by “L.A.M.B” is a wonderful song which you should have on your playlist if you are a lover of good music and this particular genre.
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“The Last Cypher” LYRICS:
(Verse: Blaqbonez)
First of congratulations, Y’all got another cypher
Cos by my calculations, the last cypher was my last cypher
But aberrations happen and its okay
The bag came calling and I picked up for old time sake
Just the beginning, y’all really thought i’d started flexing
Barely wear my ten thousand dollars necklace
A bad investment, I ain’t got no regrets
Cos money coming every second, plus
I’m never stopping till i get a statue erected
I’m the hardest nigga out, only one rapper as hot as me
Some niggas on the charts but we don’t see the cash in reality
But you know when you see me i look the part
Y’all Say you getting dough, but when we see you we know it’s cap
And niggas see me wonder if it’s only rap
What else is he doing, he bought a Benz and a Lexus
Yo, what else is he moving
If i was female they gon ask, who the fuck is he screwing
How hard is it to believe, i got this shit off the music
Still talking about COVID, boy you just making excuses
Cos your shit can bever pop you claim alternative music
See i think that is stupid, it’s shitty music
Mixed with that shitty promo, translates to shitty whatever rhymes with cupid
I told myself i’d never do this, but i don’t listen
I’m mean and narcissistic, borderline wicked
I’m slim and got a big foot, you know what shit means
My thing gon hit her kidney as God is my witness
i’m done with all this beef shit, sic
I’m still with it, stare at my Benz think about Nancy Isime
Shorty bad as fuck, want to see that booty drop like gravity
Think what i really need is some post nut clarity to clarify this feeling
She got a nice personality, more importantly she got nice racks to go with it
Down with Sex>Love i’d be honored to do the damages
Number is 0-9-1-5
Rest is in your messages
I’m gone
(Verse: Loose Kaynon)
Been in the kitchen like air fryers
Shits hotter than Ten fires we back up in the booth like spare tires
Whole Crew full of gunners I’m presiding Like ken friar
Y’all favor self-sabotage and That’s how you Len Bias
Ain’t felt the pressure I’ve been coasting see I cruise thru it
I show you the bank balance you’ll think I’m boasting you ain’t
used to it
Rap money is garbage I just share my views thru it
I’m the connect for distribution oh yeah I move music
This is the third installment of the torment for these rappers who see
themselves as opponents it’s mayhem once I get upon it
The smoke is like a text about missed menses you don’t want it
Nonconformists who confront the status quo and shit up on it
Shady dealings forbidden like baby killings
The needed pros for the job so they brought the navy seals in
They cast us as the villains but that’s a role that we’re killing
And the Cheque’s will always clear It’s such an amazing feeling
It’s Paper therapy we let the money relax us
Them say Everywhere dry I guess my pocket na cactus
Y’all were popping last year but now the level na cash crunch
I’m devoid of reactions if you see one them hack us
I see the signs be it astrology or dollar bills
Or how you wannabes dreaming of fitting in these wallabees
It’s getting spooky how these goofies pull up talking stupid till I
put a fist to their mouth and clean up like a tooth pick
Check out the swag you know I walk like a ball player
They get it confused until I pull up then it’s all clear
I rhyme different you can’t see it fix your cornea cuz
I’m bald head the rest of the crew is all hair
When there’s a drought y’all go funding we go hunting
And we lapped you boys 3 times y’all must be slow running
blue tick you got the message it’s confirmed read
So WhatsApp gang relax your brain perm head
#MI
It’s me again, and I humbly apologize
That i’m always the standout, that i can’t be like other guys
You can step into the glow of the sun, and can shut your eyes
And then listen to my beautiful voice, let’s harmonize
I pledge to hip-hop to serve it with soul and might
See how my flow rushing, i been busting like swollen pipes
Jeering crowd flows, obsessed with controlling mic
I come alive when you cross me, like I’m the holy Christ
I’ve sacrificed, see the holes in my palm
You never crucify me though, put your rosary down
Gravity and family, only things holding me down
Try to kill me, here’s your shot
Hopefully you’re around
Man i dey coast like long beach, staying higher than cali natives
Quiet money, the bag stay secret like palliatives
Their line no dey register, not connected
You seem outdated, to get that number up you go need police affidavit
Last cypher we was on another team
But they were slipping while sleeping and so they didn’t see the dream
New collab with LVMH, now the bag is so supreme
We balling freely now, some shit you can’t do in the skinny jeans
Rap head we know you capping brah, tu le jor
This cypher is next to capital, like suleja
You talking Jack shit but please don’t tell lie
You know we shut twitter down in the UAR
And oh, one more thing that’s important before i walk out
All my young people, whether you’re graduates or dropouts
Get your PVC, go register for INEC compound
E get some people wey we gats tell dem to get the fuck out
???? chop money, come the panel, e come dey chop mouth
Me i no get power to suffer, i no do workout
If we no go take am for head, make i go clock out
Still the baddest rappers in Africa, what are we talking about
(Verse: A-Q)
Fuck all that who’s the best rapper in Africa shit, its time to really rap
All them rappers trash to me now, check them recent tracks
Heavy is the head that wears the crown, they rocking fitted caps
Sold your soul for a fraction of penny on the streaming apps, consider that
How you putting caption on this,
I’m on auto pilot best experience from the passenger seat
All that passion that leads to the satisfaction and greed
That’s why their careers keep collapsing like the national grid
And that’s a blackout, when i put these raps out
I bet they pass out, they asking me the source of the beef
I told them cash cows
These rappers try to put me on a leash and stop my cash count
I snap, they start disappearing like 50 cents eye brows (how that sound)
I’m in the glass house, you’re throwing stones at me
All my shit is bulletproof, better send a drone at me
I’m at your dome chappie, you’re pointing imaginary chrome at me
Has to be those crappy Konami games that got you clones happy
Old habits die hard, consider that a plus one
You bought the dip invested in crypto, and now you lost some
Living in a simulation, the world that Elon Musk runs
I’m getting paper currency, don’t tell me about your Dogecoins
Whatever alcoholic brand is on the rocks
I’m gonna pop, petroleum for the flow
Crude Nigeria from the oil blocks
And if you wanna dance its body shots to make your body rock
It’s my time you’d know if you paid attention to your body clock
My blood erupts, for these blogs making up lies
For clicks baiting you guys, and corny radio station guys
My black brothers in diaspora acting rabid
Separated by color like white light through glass prisms
Because of your skin the ignorance and your activism you feel superior to Africans in regards to living
In a world ruled by AI and algorithms better know where you’re from your DNA might tell you different
The Bible ain’t utopian, the completeness won’t spread
Leaving you open for these opium overdose, and you dead
And it’s back to my man cave Bruce Wayne shit
I’m rich bitch, we don’t want to hear your numbers like gun violence statistics
That’s deep shit
Still rolling, fuck the curfew
Matching outfits every night, like batman’s costume
I’m not you, I’m not M, i’m not Loose, my nuts loose
Any rapper can get it, fuck smoke, i’m serving hot fumes
