[Lyric] Quarantine Cypher (Mass of Man)

[Intro]
Hello. I now instruct you to please turn your volume up and welcome to the Quarantine Cypher

[First Verse – Mass of Man]
I took a talent then I turned it to a business
I’m a rapper from Rhode Island with a skin that’s white pigment
People stop and listen to me, everywhere I go
Cause my music’s worldwide, I’m talking round the globe
I got rap cash and tattoo’s
Mad daps from bad dudes
I’m a fat ass and I rap fast then backhand and smack you
Zigzag then pass you
Eat a big back of cashews
Pimp slap and stab dudes for chewing on my snack food
Better open up your eyelids, I’m sick like Corona Virus
The rеasoning for the riots so somebody sound the sirеns, I’m…
Hitting ‘em with the finest rhyme schemes
Combined with tremendous amounts of violence
Better bow down to your highness

[Interlude]
Bow down, bow down, bow down, bow down, bow down
Welcome, to-to the Quarantine…
Wel–wel-welcome, to the-to the-to the Quarantine…
[Second Verse – Hunnid Dolla]
Okay, underrated, I’m still the best, lyrics be so intellect
I run it back when I intercept and I touch down like I’m in a jet
Bad bitch, she into sex, pose naked on the internet
She saying I'm grabbing her interest so I hit that shit like a cigarette
Beat dope and it bang loud, she say she love when we hang out
Gotta go and get it anyway how, motherfuckers on me better pay now
Listen up little chump, this ain’t no Lil Pump
This the type of the shit you turn up so it bangs loud in your truck, ooooh
Hunnid Dolla in beast mode, Kobe Bryant at the free throw
LeBron James when its crunch time back when he played for the Heat thought
My life is like a TV show, horror story, freakshow
Eating rappers for dinner and its dinnertime, let’s eat yo

[Third Verse – J Corr]
One time for that too real, two mil that we too ill
Multiply by one mil, now do the math and we two trill
Got more drive that four wheels, J Corr, that boy real
Show of proof, he sure will, find a beat and he go kill
Real shit, we feeling this and you ain’t shit like the pyramids
Eddie Murphey, delirious, heart rates fast, I’m furious
I kill the pussy, I’m curious, point blank, no period
Na, na, na I’m serious, listen ups you hearing this?
I can’t be beat like a broken drum, no play, no game, like broken thumbs
Shoot my shot, put a hole in one, treat you boys like my only sons
I father you, then body you, I’m just doing what I gotta do
Show you dudes I’m a God of Youth, if it’s fuck me then its fuck you too
Like a prostitute
(It’s all a dream)

[Fourth Verse – Masetti]
You should be calm, you should be scared, you should be looking for shelter
You can just think of pretending but look at the way that the world is depending on music
I feel like I’m past that, I don’t care where all the rest at
Under the bed where you pressed at, blade at your throat like a necktie
Put it all into the music, you do this shit man then prove it
Stuck in my head, I know I lose it, made out with your mum but I know I’m the truest
Better be a butcher’s but I know I’m cooler
Did the show when we [?], no truly
Is he human I think he’s not, [?]
Got too much in my head, just sit alone in this room
Hard to smile at all while I been filling with gloom
Damn its really crazy how it all can change in a year
And I know it’s the one’s you love, I hope you holding them dear
(Hold them dear)
Going through a nightmare with no way out (Way out)
Thinking will it ever really be the same now (Same now)
If I don’t change, just losing motivation
Feeling like I’m caged in, no constant validation
Hold Up
Why do I need that, as long as my families fine, check
My music is staying the grind and trust in God and heavens the sign
Why would I whine like this isn’t what I been doing for years
Travelling all the country to be here
The amount of bullshit that I had to adhere
In only made me look more in the mirror
All in all, it’s all a dream, hoping that we all will see that one day
It was all a dream, quarantine