Pacman's Punch Cipher (feat. Styliztik Jones, Bizzy, Jacob Santana & Illson)

Lyrics: Jun kyung Gaviola Lee Music: Jun kyung Gaviola Lee/Joshua Santana [Dok2] We love doing shxt from the real scratch organically Invisible scars been thru some war like the veterans Caribbean's to pacific ocean deep mentality Ashawn spook i keep it spookier than halloween Like halogen they ain't hot without my plug You could feel air different when im hopping out the suv 808 socks on hats down low im in my sweats Thats my high fashion lookin sophisticated than All you fake rich rappers, they ain't never had a history Now, we need a rapper background check and their credibilities ์ฐ”๋ฆฌ์ง€ ๋‹ค๋“ค ํ™”๋ คํ•œ ์Šคํ‹ฐ์ปค ๊ฐ™์€ ๋†ˆ๋“ค ์ ‘์ฐฉ๋ ฅ ๋–จ์–ด์งˆ ์ฐจ๋ก€ ๋˜ ๋ญํ•˜๊ณ  ์‚ฌ๋‚˜ ๋ณด์ž Marina del Rey ํ–ฅํ•ด ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋…ธ ์ €์–ด ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ์–ด ์ฐพ์•„ father let me talk just tryna focus I ain't tryna watch em cuz they all be lookin awkward Hollywood ๊ทผ์ฒ˜๋„ ๋ชป๊ฐ€๋ณธ ๋ฐ”์œ์ฒ™ ํ•˜๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”๋ป Opะตra house to champs elysees concord Wiltern whะตrever you name it, they screaming the encores Puttin' 808 on the map we bout to conquer They smelling money on me, that is natural no Tom Fords ๋‚ฎ์ถฐ ๋‹ˆ ์ž์„ธ ์ธ์ƒ์€ ์˜ค๊ณ  ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์˜ค๋ฅด๋ง‰๊ธธ ๋ฉ‹์ง„ ํŒŒํ‹ฐ ๋’ค์— ์ฒญ์† ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ™์ด ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐˆ๋• ์žก์ง€ ๋‚ด๋ ค๊ฐˆ๋• ๋‚จ์ด ๋˜๋Š” ๊ฐ‘์ด ์„์ธ ์ฒ™ ์˜๋ฆฌ์ธ ์ฒ™ ์ž˜ ๋–จ์ง€ ๊ฐ€์‹ [Styliztik Jones] I beat up the beat you punched by Pacquiao And everybody eat, we bunch of crocodiles It's back to the hoodie, goin back to Macau The alpha and omega, nothing after is found In a room of gladiators, I am Maximus style We making these raps only facts is allowed Mostly meditate with a package of loud Laughing in the clouds, relaxing in the flowers Never turn down, this is maximum power Eating roscoes off the sun setting gower [?] Up to the sunrise, countin' money took hours Time flies when you running plays and it's grind time Doing numbers in your head, thinking Einstein The king got a mind like biochemists The flyest image, I'm cooler than cryogenics The rod is vinige [?] of course, if I go in it And nine go with it, the windows tinted, mind your business Provided privileges, ones with the grindest spirit The Lord forgive ya if you got a spine it's timid [?] The fine will win it stepping dollars in designer denim Running shxt, I'm Carl Louis in the rhyme Olympics The gold medalist, you know about my fellowship The shock is everywhere, you're listening to the dream team I know a little bit about life, yeah same thing [Bizzy] Never die ์ ˆ๋Œ€, ์ด๋ฒˆ ํŒ์„ ๋ง‰ํŒ์ด๋ผ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•ด ํ•œ ๋ฐฉ์— ํ„ธ์–ด๋„ฃ์–ด ์˜ฌ์ธ ๋„ˆ๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฑ ์–ต์„ ๋ฒŒ ๋•Œ, ์ฃผ์œ„์— ๋ชฐ๋ฆฐ ์ง€๊ธˆ ์•„๋ฌด ์ง์— ์“ธ๋ฐ ์—†๋Š” ๋ฒŒ๋–ผ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์„ฑ is everybody, okay? ์›๋ž˜ ๋„ˆ์˜ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ ์† ๋–ผ ์•ˆ ์ข‹์€ ์† ๋ฒ„๋ฆ‡ ํˆญ ๋–ผ์ฐŒํ•œ๋‹ค ๊ฟˆ ๊นจ ๋‹ค ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๊ฒŒ ๋˜์žˆ์ง€๋งŒ something is forever ๋‹ค ์งˆ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋А๋‚Œ, ๋ป˜์ญ˜ํ•œ ๋ป˜์ง“ ๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ๋‹ค ์„ ๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ ๋นผ, ๋Œ€๊ฐ€๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ•์•„ ์ง‘์— ๊ฐ€์„œ ์กฐ์‹ ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ข†์ด๋‚˜ ์žก์•„ ์• ์ดˆ์— ์•Œ์•„๋ดค์–ด you fake motherfxxker ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค ์‹ธ์›€ ๋‚˜๋ฉด ๋„๋ง๊ฐ€๋Š” fxxker ๋‹ค์Œ๋‚  ์ฐพ์•„์™€ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ๋ƒ๋Š” fxxker ์ฅ์ƒˆ๋ผ๊ฐ€ ์ฅ์ƒˆ๋ผ์ง€ ์‹ ๋… ์—†๋Š” fxxker You don't even listen to Wu-Tang motherfxxker [Jacob Santana] OK, I'm so unapologetic Between peace, (?) keys for more static The (?) some more, the core was four letters (?), Ts for all measures God bless the means for me who's more desperate The grease, blood over lees for lord's seats I flood the east without an Ark from Noah We all bleed, don't let the stream haunt the glow (?) Yeah, it's so game(?) from legends, looking back on where I came It might've gave me severage(?) All the pain sustained was a lane to heaven Write rhymes that could slay and sever Better late than deader Everybody dies, late or setup But with better days than looking at the date, it's never Hearing my enemies cry was the sanest ending They love my true spell cuz my pain expensive Touching a million alone was a lame objective But put my family on was the main reception Cutting some family off with no pain receptors Commit(?) you feel like Will, when you face with legends Brace your blessings, they gotta make way for me Wish it get real, they relatives are praying for me The waves are sort of a maze from eight stories Red guts in AMG laying dormant [Illson] I'm feeling motivated, my mind is meditated You feeling agitated cuz your mind is medicated ์˜ค์ง€๋ž– ๋‚จ๋“ค ์–˜๊ธฐํ•  ์‹œ๊ฐ„ I'm dedicated Keep myself educated, keep my energy elevated I do this daily basis whether you love or hate it I'm never hesitating but I'm patient as an Asian This life I'm celebrating, we gettin hella faded I know you waited for this moment, baby glad you made it Accelerating, writing with performance like Mercedes And we bonafide feeling like I'm back in early eighties We burning up the stages, we patying with the ladies But yall don't see the process behind writing thousand pages Time is limited but my limit is infinitiy Got no time for ์‹œ๊ธฐ ์งˆํˆฌ ain't no room for petty shxt I don't do no ๊ธฐ๋ฏน์งˆ, no this ain't no mimicking I ain't just a energy for ya to come press ten a feet(?) Baby this some realest shxt, ์ด ๋ˆˆ ๋จผ ์ž๋“ค์˜ ๋„์‹œ ์† I'm giving out this gold, ??๊ฐ€๋“ค์€ ๋ชป ๋ณด์ง€ ๋˜ Cuz they beyond some dumb shxt, got up the system They be politicking, nitpicking, dead licking Ass kissing, lipsynching, clown ์‹œ๋ผ(?) Feeding everybody with the pisses poison you sipping ์งœ๊ฐ€ ํž™์ฐ” black fishing that's some weak shxt ๋‹ˆ voice ์•ˆ์— ์ •์ž‘ ๋‹ˆ ์ž์‹ ์€ missing