Cipher Noir
A song made by LA MANO
Cipher Noir
A song made by LA MANO
Yeah... S.S.T... 667, uh
Eclipse in the sky, I arrive without a sound, let's go
Chen zen... Freeze...
I descend from space, black ship, no visa, homie
Masked under the moon, Congo in my DNA, Motorola, no cap
I count in BTC, collect in raw, not Monopoly money
In the satellite's blind spot, defying Murphy's Law, yeah
They talk Illuminati, I see pyramids on the packages
Barcode 666, I decipher it while you sleep, easy, uh
Got the Eye of Horus under my hood, not here for selfies
I make stacks in the shadows, while y'all taking selfies, sheesh
93 is Gotham, no Batman, just wolves on Xanny
I calculate in gigas, anticipate failure like Garry Kasparov
Don't drink Cristal, I drink oil, want the source, not the bottle
Sacrifice, profit, I hold the vice like an ice cube, gang
Total eclipse, I turn off the neons of their world
6-6-7 in my blood, I make the seconds tremble
Millions in the fog, I walk alone, making the thunder rumble
Total eclipse, I reign in the shadows
They want the light? I keep it in the tomb, uh
I'm off-grid, off-norm, outside Newton's Law
I levitate above the norms, making sums on Prozac
I speak in hieroglyphs, while y'all speaking in Snap
Deep like the abyss, I got Poseidon's trident in my bag
S.S.T on my skin, it's the seal of the elite, not just fashion, no cap
I operate submarine style, only surface for the codes
I'm no conspiracist, I'm a witness, I read the reports, yeah
IMF, NASA, I know the flip side of the decor
I want Mansa Musa's gold, not the crumbs from their treasure
I'm in the bunker, prepping for after, when everything outside crumbles
Freeze Corleone in my blood, I'm the son of the cold, chosen of the zone
I rap for troubled souls, not for views, not for thrones
Total eclipse, I turn off the neons of their world
6-6-7 in my blood, I make the seconds tremble
Millions in the fog, I walk alone, making the thunder rumble
Total eclipse, I reign in the shadows
They want the light? I keep it in the tomb, uh
Chen zen... Eclipse...
S.S.T, 667, I'm in the dark...
I don't make rap, I make prophecies, homie...
Freeze...
