(Beat entra crudo — boom bap sin pulir. Sable al micrófono.) (Mic check — Compton in the booth — straight out the cipher —) (No studio polish — no industry filter — real talk —) (From the block to the booth — word is bond — let's go.) [ VERSE 1 ] (Flow directo, agresivo. Todo el slang natural en el verso.) Real recognize real — or so they say on the block — but fake cats running A&R be on the clock — in them major label offices — frontin' hard — like underground MCs ain't holding down the yard — I'm cipher-tested — battle-proven — street certified — every wack MC I ever faced got nullified — mic dominance ain't a style — it's a discipline — from the hood to the booth — I been grindin' within — They gave me a contract — I gave 'em a warning — talk is cheap — n*gga — show and prove come morning — I don't front cash — don't fake the hustle — no half steppin' — word is bond — Compton raised me — that's my blessing — These fake thugs in the industry — carbon copies — wack — studio gangsters — bitch made — chasing paper stacks — I'm hardbody — cold-blooded — cipher killer known — from the block to Brooklyn — real recognize my tone. [ HOOK ] Cipher queen — I run the circle — cipher queen — no MC can hurt you — when you built like this — battle-tested — street approved — cipher queen. Word is bond. Nothing to prove. ((Cipher queen... word is bond... nothing to prove...)) [ VERSE 2 ] Sucker MCs keep frontin' like they hold weight — no real talk — no substance — just a cold fake — I spit game from the projects — tenement style — every punchline got wordplay stacked a mile — from the corner hustle to the underground grind — my flow switch hit different — hardbody on the find — keep it 100 — no face no case — I deliver — the realest bars since the crate digging era — They wanna press up my sound and call it theirs — I'm indie till the industry actually cares — about talent — not the package — not the marketin' — booth energy raw — spit a verse — start the hardening — Every OG on the westside know the name — every loc who stepped to me left in shame — word is bond — from the mixtape to the major deal — Sable Lock — cipher queen — that's the real. [ HOOK ] Cipher queen — I run the circle — cipher queen — no MC can hurt you — when you built like this — battle-tested — street approved — cipher queen. Word is bond. Nothing to prove. [ VERSE 3 ] Underground till I die — no sellout in my veins — every OG on my block know Sable Lock by name — I dead the mic every session — booth energy raw — no washed up rappers taking what I'm spitting for — word is bond — I already know what's coming fast — the deal — the labels — all of them running last — to the girl who built it from the cipher up — real — Compton to Brooklyn — that's the come up — that's the deal — Real talk — no demo tape — no pressing up with backing — just the CD-R in hand — the streets been tracking — every bar I laid — every beat I rode — every set — cipher queen — from the block — no regrets. [ HOOK ] Cipher queen — I run the circle — cipher queen — no MC can hurt you — when you built like this — battle-tested — street approved — cipher queen. Word is bond. Nothing to prove. ((Cipher queen! Word is bond! Straight out the cipher! No studio polish! Real!))
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