Here is a brand new track entitled ‘Telephone’ from Sibat’s own Tycho, along with up and coming emcee Tyrel’ D. Look out below for the lyrics and cover art… Shoot up the comments if you recognize the beat!
[download] Tycho & Tyrel’ D – Telephone
I’m a king so listen when I speak bro
But not for me and never for my ego
We know I do it for my people
Till I get them to the top – steeple
Zero is what we all started with
But we push no matter how hard it gets
Roll the sleeves up on our cardigans
Well dressed mufuckas we GQ’in
And we doin what other people dream of
But they see success and mean mug
Yall nasty face need to clean it up
Just blast ya face with a bar of Dove
And I’m far above all the peaks you’ve reached
And I’m soaring up until the ceilings breached
So now you’re Mister Meech oh and Larry Hoover?
I’m Uncle Sam call me Edward Hoover
Cauz I’m breaking backs and I’m picking pockets
While you whippin work I got my people watching
I’m the king and the queen I’m the finger and the ring
I’m the ceiling and the floor I’m everything in between
Cant you see now I’m moving like a Swiss watch
Smooth but timeless like your wrist stopped
Tik tok drop roll me another one
Gettin better and were learning like a padawan
So heres another one for every Danielson
Wax on wax off and then the money come(i mean)
It takes more shape ups and fly kicks
To bring her panties down and make her wanna lick sticks
Wait you hear that little ringing
I think my homies callin so i gotta end my song
And go and tell him bout the bout the plan
Tyrel D my right hand man but i you knew that in advance
What the hell man…Why gotta interrupt me
I was feeling kinda lucky
I was feeling good at first but now you went and made me curse
Re-recording every verse like ….. tough ….. rough….. whatever
Bust lips and bust nuts then bust rhymes you dumb fucks
Think your crew is pretty hot but you cant mess wit none of us
I called Tycho up cause I was on board for domination
Of the whole world outside of my nation
Marchin down the streets
Armed and steady
These bombs is heavy
Droppin them to alarm I’m ready
Obam’s the presi
I’m puttin dents in these barracks
You soldiers gotta salute because you have no merits
People offer me ice, I pass those karats
Diamonds were never my steez, and I sever the beats
I am smart and im sick. I got a clever disease
So you should come to hail my reign like the weather that freeze
These rappers talking bout they movements
Im through speakin on that.
Lettin the music do it
Even if I gotta abuse it, like kids in bad homes
I rock the mic, these others couldn’t cast stones.
Hip-Hop 101 I stay getting credits
I Discovered how to master this.
Ya cards is getting debted
Not Chasin the cash, peep how this American Express it
I got the Visa, thats world-wide respected.
My aura lookin something like a pearl shine reflection.
I define perfection.
It’s my profession.
Im held with greats cause I compel ya fates
And I excel the flames that expel the lames
Yes Tyrel’s got game and I won’t fail my name
Won’t tell of pain.
Never felt the shame
My thoughts are so hot they’ll melt ya brain
So crazy you don’t know if he’s in tel or sane
They say hip-hop is dead, I don’t know how to agree
When it’s livin in my veins every hour I breathe
The power I seek doesn’t come from fame or cash
It’s from me scribin words and finding verbs
That‘ll leave your minds inert
And im beserk.
Everytime I write a verse
It’s like the words themselves, arrive in hearse
I can’t help it, I was blessed with this rhyming curse!
Was given the gift of words and I disperse
I’m moldin breaks and at the same time breakin molds
Creatin flows, that’ll help as the greatness grows
My hatin foes? I got nothing but love for ya, that’s sweet
But the reason you in the back seat is cause you rap weak
I just let the facts speak
I picked up rhyming, cause my niche was writing
And I couldn’t craft beats
The meaning of infinite is…well that’s me!
Extending beyond greatness.
And now we gonna take this.
Me and Tycho we the Rule of Two
And I intend to show yall how ruler’s do!