🎵 Night Vision Cypher // by Pro Era

14 ContributorsNight Vision Cypher Lyrics STEEZ uses this verse here also. [Verse 1: Kirk Knight] …Can see through the conspiracies and through the empties minds Plans with my mans, from astrals to France to Ams’ And the ones you call dance with the kids That’s why I can’t slip up, or have a miscarriage, like football My Bulls this season, who couldn’t ball? [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] The dankest haze and some expensive J's Got a French maid, made to swank the braids Baby, I'm a renegade, call me Che Guevara with a red beret Now we blendin' jade, seeing numbers like a Yellow Page Asian shorty with the slimmest tights You could spend the night, and I could see what kind of shit you like I'mma hit the dutch, you could get the pipe Just to get the record straight, she spits on my mic Bamboos like smoking it twice 47 blunts passed, I never choked in my life I hope it's alright, me and STEEZ is poking your wife I get the purple, mix it with sprite Visions of indigo nights, uh, that's why they call me dirty Don't even try to throw no curve in this baller's derby 12 grams in this canister We opened up a can of worms, now we only chirping at these birds if they dumb and flirty Uh [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] What a young nigga to do? Little yout trying to figure the bigger truth Fed up with little proof, hopped off this stoop and cocked this deuce Adopted by the street life, moms was juice and riches Pops was tools he lifted, son of a gun, put fools in ditches Raised well, time went on and he aged well At age 12, dropped a twelve gauge and two A-12’s When I blaze this L, see niggas who ain't obey the style So they spray shells and tool-grade's the cells He remain swell, but you can tell that life that was once difficult Got flipped like reciprocals He retired the days in which he booted slaves and caught up in Fusillades, and now he gets induced whenever music plays But that's just a day in the life You can say it ain't right, weak cats get dismayed in a night Get this made in a night You can say it ain't right But that's just a day in the life [Break: CJ Fly] Check, check! Fly! [Verse 4: CJ Fly] Yo, ever since I was a snot-nose I grew up close to Kosciusko, got mad hoes that got mad low If you had known, same wars sneaking through back doors With they backs on My bad yo, bet you got played like banjo's I admit it, I'm an asshole Mess your day up like bad jokes, or bad Joe, no bad show I think it's best you know, five o's, El Diablo Keep one eye closed till your shine grows your fine soul The pines roll and my minds blown I meditate to elevate into another fucking time zone Fly in the astral planes, but still, I have to train If no one gets the picture, then that must mean that you can't be framed I know you think that life is sweet, sweet Living in these streets, streets When you see blood up on the concrete Been working on these projects, and these projects where I'm from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, life ain't promised where I'm from [Verse 5: Kirk Knight] From the block to the block, keeping heaters shunned Like the chromosomes losing ends, the cells gone wrong All I see is D-boys tryna hold it down While I'm in the lab, tryna take the crown Puffin’ loud, coughing at the most high, I don't wanna see a coffin At most fear, ‘til I hit the fucking office Sign me up, then I'm off this, I'm tryna be a prophet I done heard niggas lost it Yo, STEELO! [Verse 6: Capital STEEZ] Emancipated from mental slavery That's word to my Rastas Cell block mind so I got my head locked up My third eye chakra was blocked The flash from the cops made us indigo Path that I followed, that's word to my father Watch a babylon pass, got a stash in the basketball pants Got enough fire to light up a whole camp I an I never thought I inspired a grown Man So progression is the basis, eleven different phases The faces of the Moon cause the Earth to start shaking They said it's our world for the taking So I'mma win it all for my girl, and my bacon Lately I been thinking, since it's up dried like raisins And the system's like buds when we break it A slim foundation with undeveloped seeds in the middle That's why they really need a individual... [Verse 7: A La $ole] Boom-baps, spiggity splat, man, I'm ill with the raps Move caps and naps when I… Check, pulling the mash, cash, stack like a mil in a half You niggas can’t match my craft, so, just relax Before we make you niggas straight run, I don't play guns But I spit straight bullets like I ate some Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can pace 'em Never been defeated, better tell ‘em “Break a leg, son” You know the God stay pipe broads and write bars I make rappers fall easy on the mic brawl I know life hard, better check if your mind is right Despite the trife, no brother can step inside my sight I leave them lights out, no Edison, I'm better than When I set it in, I shift then cause a weatherin' Fuck your settings man, I’m just out for dead presidents Rush more loot to my wallet, then light the clematis [Verse 8: Joey Bada$$] These niggas ain't ready for a global shift in paradigm Life's a gamble, need my own pair of dice this time All I ask is for friends without parasitic minds But that's as seldom as Paris city crimes They don’t wanna see me eat, they feeding of my vibe Rations of pride depleting them inside when they sleep See I don't mind sharing mines cuz the sun shines Through my sheer white blinds, what I really need sometimes A little, light to spark through the darkness Because this glory road ain't always to bright for artists Especially when you encounter a carcass Like, "Damn, life's a bitch, and that bitch ain't even barking" They ask me how I do it, I don't really plan it Let it flow organic, plus the flow is all granite No grammatical errors in the conglomerate era No time for setbacks cause we all on to the better [Break: Joey Bada$$, Dirty Sanchez & CJ Fly] Cause we on to the better Dirty Sanchez It’s the Brooklyn representative… Check! [Verse 9: CJ Fly] I'm opening up my chakras; it's potent enough I chop it I'm pointing out all impostors plotting to block my commas, trying to calm us Down, but it ain't happening, we mad as shit Still managing, girl can I bust if I got cannabis? A half a zip could have her pants unzipped Ain't enough romantic shit, so don't be sadden if you couldn't have a kiss I'm still a bastard kid with blackened lips; I'm still a Pacifist, but if you ask for it, then I could pass a fist You don't smoke -ism, I'll introduce you, not a buddah Abuser, feel like a Bad Boy when I take two puffs, I and I Be stoned so Mary Jane is like Medusa, had keys For dough, would have thought he was a super, but that's when I grew up To realize I'm in a place to be Made vacancy and still the emcee, they know they can't see, we part of the Resistance, we'll fix things, we’ll fix it… Ha ha [Verse 10: Rokamouth] Not too soon, the chill ass goon on the microphone (Woo!) When I spit, too cool, these niggas don’t know I be so cold, [?], it’s that new kind of flow And I’m only out for dough, that means the green Cause they see me stepping up on the scene It’s that Beast Coast team, and they know what we mean Feel me? I’m out for that [?] Ready for that real hip-hop that be bumping through your system Bumping like it’s nothing, nigga, you see my whole team stunting Yeah, we keep on coming like, it’s nothing, coming right through you Like a pack of wolves running through, it’s gonna be vicious My niggas coming so delicious On that beat, then we beat it up Beat it up, [?], give up the panties, we just… [Verse 11: Capital STEEZ] It’s the same old hundreds jeans, just another teen The beard kinda scruffy, so I refuse to cut it clean Dark chocolate, but it's colored green Forty ounces, red lipsticks, and yellow submarines We headlinin' like tape-ups Lady cops are flashing headlights like a-cups And Kirk said them hipster girls… Hold up, shit… Uh, I got 'em askin' what I'm gon' do next Probably find me ridin' with McFly on that photo jet Why I ain't go solo yet? I don't know, I just ain't plan to lose my homies for no wrote off checks But, damn, we still ain't make a cent 'Bout to leave high school and mom's gotta pay the rent Plus she climbin' out of major debt So, it shows that you never too old to take baby steps But I was used to them hard lessons This rap shit came along as a odd blessing My best man told me "Aim for the stars, brethren I'll be ridin' shotty, so start revvin' them car engines" From Illmatic to Villematic, dance songs pop, but real rappers is still at it I don't even think a deal matter, 'cause when the fame come, you just another pill addict And, that's a genre that I refuse to represent The next option is rendezvous with elegance If your collar's blue, you're probably used to standing at a desk for eight hours And opted out to sellin' bricks And then come selfishness But I don't plan to quit until every single shelf is hit And when I try to pull myself to quit, I'm more in it for fans than I'm in it for me "Yo, STEEZ, you know you nice dawg, you killin' them beats and I'm really wishin' I could send you a beat, and you need to get on some industry beats And that girl you wrote a song, is she lettin' you..?" [Verse 12: A La $ole] Well, it's the miggity-mack daddy, bringing the boom up in your system Sickest nigga in the village, rhythm flowing like a river Making ‘em shiver, sending chills down they spine and liver Hello, Mr. Soul Spitter, what can I get ya? That player list arithmetic, physic shit that'll split they bridges Crossing over like the point guard, maybe even Fisher While I’m fishing for the nets, getting in your bed is your filet mignon Um, a nigga just wanna bone 'Til I see she screamin' that harmony We teachin' them two steps, I'm teachin' choreography Pardon me, I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Nastier than Nas, is sicker than yo' halitosis This rap shit, I body the mostest Killing marrows, was splitting seas like a nigga was Moses, nigga, we own this I roam around, like a nigga was Caesar Taking virginities, willingly, cause a nigga we seize her Man, it's a damage with promatic Spanish [Break: Kirk Knight & Joey Bada$$] Let me slow it down for you one time Yo, rags to riches, rags to riches I get mad bitches, get mad bitches Groupies get their hearts diminished Start to finish, start to finish [Verse 13: Kirk Knight] Tangles and star banglers Astral projecting— Hold up, let me start again When I freestyle, a nigga tryna get a vision All these niggas tryna get you, yo, get off my dick The menstrual mind, the flow contacts Everyone is saying, “Yo, he flowing off his ass” I don’t really care because you know I got some asses And then I got a fat ass, tits, with some nice bitch I don’t really give a fuck, man, I freestyle All these eyes on me, it’s wild, child I’ve been a wild child, styles from ‘95 Hit a 9-to-5, now my check on my 9-5 I know, I said it three times, that’s three times A quarter of the dime, and I smoke it like grapevines And three eyes closed, my nigga I said, three eyes closed, my nigga [Verse 14: JAB47] [Verse 15: Joey Bada$$] Nobody taking this New York state of mind Claiming they New York, but ain’t know state of mind Underground gold, New York state of mind Came back through in a New York state of time (Pro Era!) Nice shit, already know I’m on some nice shit Came back through, now I’m feeling on my fly shit Stay spitting, know I got the— [Break: Joey Bada$$, CJ Fly, & Capital STEEZ] What? It’s numchin? Yo, switch it up, this shit kinda weak Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up (You know my steez!) Look, you know my STEEZ! [Verse 16: Capital STEEZ] Look, well, step one: light another fucking doobie This life is just a movie, and I'm rolling with the groupies This dimension, I'mma blend in, decide to let my pen win Merge with the Earth cause time travelers sent them My eyes lower than the frequency Increase the beat, yeah, I'm a lost soul, but I speak in pieces Let me chop it up, got the sticky, got the dutch Used to hear voices, but I can't, cause we loud as fuck Probably cause my pop wasn't ‘round enough Capital, it's over 47 and we rounding up Beast Coast hounds starting howling, cause the sound is rough Had to make our legends in the dog pound proud of us [Verse 17: Joey Bada$$] Over heads like fresh cuts, who's next up? Next is us So my Nexus One got text up By exes, all types of chicks I used to flex with, eff it They all get passed off, get a "F" for effort Glass jaw on records, these guaranteed smash hits Believe that, might drop a tape in the crash pit Wait, we need that, it's that boom bap flow they need back What I gotta do for a piece of pie? I need that But you see that, broke folk with expensive taste Got no cents, but still flying to senseless places Expensive states, just pray that the adventure's great I'm too ignorant to read what this indenture says Might’ve have signed my life away today And this road is the only one I know back In fact [Verse 18: Dirty Sanchez] It's the Brooklyn representative, no artificial intelligence Just thinking in light, ain’t even taken flight yet I know you feel me, pull out your camcorders Thousand ounces just bordered, you see a change it's just my hora Over time, I became a reflection of brains Cash, Mary Jane, what did I forget to mention Well, fat blunts since the age of fifteen Y'all smoke toothpicks, I pick the steak out of my teeth Bon-Appetit, I'd rather be home sick, then homesick …Keep me posted like Big's… Fuck it [Break: CJ Fly] Check! [Verse 19: CJ Fly] …Don’t give a hell, don’t give a damn And you know I’m with my crew and you know I got the cam When I’m rolling with my dudes, and we stay smoking on the shrooms And my nigga STEEZy always taking shrooms Capital STEEZ is the mack of the trees And you know we rolling up, we in the back of the tree Pack of the weed, you know I’m like the packers of teams And I always got the fattest mamis Nigga, facts is just mean Everything I spit is facts, and it’s mean, and exact what I mean [Break: Joey Bada$$ & Kirk Knight] Uh, surrounded by strangers Reckless on the mic, like I fell in danger I don’t really know, switch it up Give me some hype shit, so I can rip it up Uh (A nigga gotta eat, he gotta eat!) Gotta eat, gotta eat! Let’s talk about the pot by the sneaks Kick the hot flow, knock a nigga off his feet [Verse 20: Joey Bada$$] Ayo, word to my mother, two things I never do is leave the crib without some rubbers Or tell a funky ho I love her These broads be trying to get a brother caught up in a sticky situation Missing menstruation cycles They all psycho, ask Michael Before you give her dough for billie jeans and them nice clothes Like, woah [Outro: Joey Bada$$, & CJ Fly] Num’chin Check it out, Pro Era—