Testo YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 - Crypt feat. Dax, Merkules, Futuristic, Ekoh, NoLifeShaq, 100kufis, Samad Savage, Carly X, Ashtin Larold, Crank Lucas, D.I.L.E.M.A., Feral the Earthworm & King Blitz
Testo della canzone YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (Crypt feat. Dax, Merkules, Futuristic, Ekoh, NoLifeShaq, 100kufis, Samad Savage, Carly X, Ashtin Larold, Crank Lucas, D.I.L.E.M.A., Feral the Earthworm & King Blitz), tratta dall'album YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 (feat. Dax, Merkules, Futuristic, Ekoh, NoLifeShaq, 100kufis, Samad Savage, Carly X, Ashtin Larold, Crank Lucas, D.I.L.E.M.A., Feral the Earthworm & King Blitz) - EP
Back from the dead to reclaim my shit
To the studio, straight from the crypt
Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch
Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist
I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it
Got bars like a gym, this light look close
I don't even break a sweat while squatting it
I took off just like a rocket ship-
This beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it
Cosmologist, not from Earth- if I beam down and
Rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it
My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO
That's three times two
That's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible
Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes
OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own
I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks
Like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it
When they all thought I left
I was right in the heart of it
I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with
Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness
I don't want to say it, but, they've never stated the obvious
I am ominous- if you think that I
Am a human, then show me the documents
If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence
I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance
I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments
All the shit you do to repair what is
Weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna-
I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord
He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords
This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored
And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor
I tight rope on this beat- when I rap, it's all core
I'll upload it on Pornhub after, on 'hardcore'
I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore
My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more
Stay lit in it, bit (It's Dax)
Look, look, look
Anybody wanna try me, I dare it
Tryna get a sample? Let's clear it
I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?
Kill you then bring your parents
Back together, like marriage split 'em
Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? eyes detrimental
You cats more like kitty litter-
Know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles
I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official
In order for you to beat me
Literally have to provide me the instrumental
And even then- look, look
I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit
Real as it gets, must be bananas
And don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch
Hearing them talking like they want the smoke
But, you need a crowd, like this shit a joke
Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special
I heard you were special, like give him a note
Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today
Smoking on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin
They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony
Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies
Follow me, follow me, follow me, King
Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!
I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy
I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century
I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy
Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits
I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits
Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit
But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip
They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how?
Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now?
I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound
I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground
I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies
Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies
Been here since day one, you are not on my level
Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil
Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped
Onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping
Started acting pussy, talking shit- guess I'm a bitch magnet
I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor
Fuck rap, when I'm on tour
Well then I'm holding up convenience stores
Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow
And the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet
I don't even got a big boy job
But I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck
I know don't nobody wanna say shit
Download skill like I'm plugging in the Matrix
I been doing work, never getting a vacation
Back on the grind, every time it's amazing
I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it
Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious
It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals
Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows
Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up
I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one
My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt
If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one!
Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go
On mothers
Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it
But, my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic
You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit
How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous
I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug
Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug
It'd take two hours to dig it out
I got your chick cumming so long
She still squirting while I kick her out
It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's
At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90
DC-born, and PG-raised
I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays
I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen
You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen
I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger
'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas
Yeah
You already know what it is
I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down
I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day
Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J
It's psychological to have these minor goals
Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold
That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby
And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy
Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students
One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent
YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer
Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller
Been in the field, so
They sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill
Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film
Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open
Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posing
Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull
No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable
Look
The name is Carly X, by the way
Hah, look
I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is
Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no running back, but I'm running shit
Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick
You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit
Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walking out
If you love your kid
Don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round
If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound'
Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down
Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous
Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements
Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman
Then I turn 'em purple and blue
Just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging
I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night
Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site
Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at
I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!
Yo
My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say
Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay
I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially
Make music every day, get to chill with my family
I'm free, not just physically, but, mentally
I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me
I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety
I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me
Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction
Always on the stage like some overconfident musician
But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab
A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag
Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe
That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew
I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honour art's integrity
Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities
This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten
Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety
I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove
That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth
As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose
Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?
Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat
And do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat
Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep
We spill a soliloquy as we heel the
Week, make 'em want to still believe
That we all will achieve through our
Skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep
On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner
Speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it in the slum
Of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums
Even still I'm really young, but
Got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard
Like here's my goatee
Only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here
You could find me in the cut on the East side in a
Mean ride, giddy up like "Yeehaw", 'cause the inside
Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous
The form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat
And I'm armed with a gat,
Get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat
They sigh for your cypher,
My side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha!
Skoodwidit!
Uh, now they know that we planning
Something, the planet is hitting the panic button
Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing
It's nothing to make you fold under pressure
Nevertheless
Something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors
Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds
I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless
Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive
The beat is my choice of a murder weapon
They know I'm repping the 5-7-0 when it's time for a show
I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart
One click got 'em sick
Like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits popping a fart
Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark
When I ride through your block in a shopping cart
My saliva is similar to molten lava
Y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start
Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious
Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot
.40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious
When Crypt had sent the beat
I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit
Kufis!
Sheesh!
Yo
Lemme start it off- if you
Recreating troops, then you should call 'em off
These rappers talking hard, but
They sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs
Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge
I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off
Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me
Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed
I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee
I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me
I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck
My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up
I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut
So, when you ask me what I'm doing
My response is "Nuttin' much" (Sheesh!)
Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul
I'm talking 'bout the ones if they
Hit you, they would'a broke your jaw
Back to the rap shit, I needed a break
I see my mistakes- still on the rise, the king living great (Woo)
Sheesh!
I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty
Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy
Nobody dope with the pen like me
Leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee
Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at light speed
Like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach
Who's next? Want beef?
Get addressed by me
Fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps
You can S my D tryna flex like me
With these kinda bars, we expect ID's
Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ
Y'all slept on me
So I felt like we should finish
What we started till you rest in peace
It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run
Get the chills when I kill all these children for fun
Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz?
Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs
Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come
Got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums
In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue
Had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs
I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me
I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede
If anybody thinking they ill as me
I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy
The pen in me is not no friend of me
But eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy
Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be
I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory
Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right
Now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out
Take a look around
I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down
First off, lemme start this cypher by saying, "We run this shit!"
Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch
Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit
But, it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it
'Cause when they ain't get picked
They start to diss and hide their bars in remixes
I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking bar I missed
They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand
But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants
Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends
With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in
From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after
'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper
All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore
Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying "Sick 'em more"
I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden
I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board
Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse
But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue
Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies
It's a hobby
Probably show up at your door and
Get to knocking like, knock-knock-knock
Everybody wanna try to be subtle when
Dissing until they get caught-caught-caught
Then they be acting so innocent in my
Vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped
Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped
Don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot
Then I get to laughing like, "Ha-ha-ha!"
Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before
I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore
And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness
And I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore
Check the scoreboard- never took an L, that's for sure
Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord
But you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts
Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back
'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq
Look, dat's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)
I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars (Bars)
I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)
Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, "Dat's tuff!"
Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat
Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)
Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him (What else?)
And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)
If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest (Aye)
To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)
Concealing all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceiling (Yeah!)
Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling (Ha!)
I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game
Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase
So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it
Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Lewis Beck, Dilema, Daniel Nwosu, Crypt, Crank Lucas, Merkules, Samad Savage, Ashtin Larold, 100 Kufis, King Blitz, Jeff Anton Thompson, Carly X, Feral The Earthworm, Nolifeshaq
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