Yo Shaolin we out here
I go by the name of Frishh
Just incase you didn't know
Yo Eric on the ones and twos
Shout out to king Purcival
My puns are big
Yeah my bars are terror uh
Split Pizzy is the click
And that's forever uh
I love applying pressure
Shit I'll never let up
And I'm missing recognition
When I'm spitting and I'm fed up
I kill mics and the flow
So deadly right
I guess I made the cut
Nice with it Wesley Snipes
I stay creeping on the track
Like I'm uncle Fester
I'm killing competition
Like my nickname is Dexter
Showtime but my finales fresher
And you can leave them whack raps
On your dresser yeah
I got flows that I must stash
Nasty Nestor
Shorty said I'm hung like Rob will
Rest in peace Chester
From park hill to Targee
You're looking at a star G
Shoutout to EQ my boy Charlie
Cypher so sick
It must be ghost written
When you don't swallow
That's the only time you spitting bitch
Yeah Frish Staten Island
Yo Eric drop that beat
Oh okay
Never claim to be a gangster
But these bars yeah they spank you
Moving up in the ranks
My name is in the rafters
There's two sides to every story
I'm changing all the chapters
You whack ass rappers
Yeah you stay training backwards
And you can get it too
F*ck around and find out
I'll put your head through the wall
Like you on permanent time out
And I can spit it slow
Or hit you with them fast raps
Bars just graduated
No cap class act
Frishh - Sit Down Cypher 1.0 Lyrics
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Yo Shaolin we out here
I go by the name of Frishh
Just incase you didn't know
Yo Eric on the ones and twos
Shout out to king Purcival
My puns are big
Yeah my bars are terror uh
Split Pizzy is the click
And that's forever uh
I love applying pressure
Shit I'll never let up
And I'm missing recognition
When I'm spitting and I'm fed up
I kill mics and the flow
So deadly right
I guess I made the cut
Nice with it Wesley Snipes
I stay creeping on the track
Like I'm uncle Fester
I'm killing competition
Like my nickname is Dexter
Showtime but my finales fresher
And you can leave them whack raps
On your dresser yeah
I got flows that I must stash
Nasty Nestor
Shorty said I'm hung like Rob will
Rest in peace Chester
From park hill to Targee
You're looking at a star G
Shoutout to EQ my boy Charlie
Cypher so sick
It must be ghost written
When you don't swallow
That's the only time you spitting bitch
Yeah Frish Staten Island
Yo Eric drop that beat
Oh okay
Never claim to be a gangster
But these bars yeah they spank you
Moving up in the ranks
My name is in the rafters
There's two sides to every story
I'm changing all the chapters
You whack ass rappers
Yeah you stay training backwards
And you can get it too
F*ck around and find out
I'll put your head through the wall
Like you on permanent time out
And I can spit it slow
Or hit you with them fast raps
Bars just graduated
No cap class act
I go by the name of Frishh
Just incase you didn't know
Yo Eric on the ones and twos
Shout out to king Purcival
My puns are big
Yeah my bars are terror uh
Split Pizzy is the click
And that's forever uh
I love applying pressure
Shit I'll never let up
And I'm missing recognition
When I'm spitting and I'm fed up
I kill mics and the flow
So deadly right
I guess I made the cut
Nice with it Wesley Snipes
I stay creeping on the track
Like I'm uncle Fester
I'm killing competition
Like my nickname is Dexter
Showtime but my finales fresher
And you can leave them whack raps
On your dresser yeah
I got flows that I must stash
Nasty Nestor
Shorty said I'm hung like Rob will
Rest in peace Chester
From park hill to Targee
You're looking at a star G
Shoutout to EQ my boy Charlie
Cypher so sick
It must be ghost written
When you don't swallow
That's the only time you spitting bitch
Yeah Frish Staten Island
Yo Eric drop that beat
Oh okay
Never claim to be a gangster
But these bars yeah they spank you
Moving up in the ranks
My name is in the rafters
There's two sides to every story
I'm changing all the chapters
You whack ass rappers
Yeah you stay training backwards
And you can get it too
F*ck around and find out
I'll put your head through the wall
Like you on permanent time out
And I can spit it slow
Or hit you with them fast raps
Bars just graduated
No cap class act
Writer: Michael Friscia
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