Cypha1

[Intro] Its Gutter Music Yeah J-dean 6 times for ya [Verse 1: Godemis] What the fuck you want from me dawg? Want me to compliment your chain? And notice how you’re stuntin’ when you’re skating on them thangs? And notice how you’re stuntin’ when you’re hoppin’ out the range? And use that shitty style where every rhyme and words the same I’m sicker then you suckers off of half a line of 'caine I’m here to chain your body to the tracks to guide the train To do away with all that girly rap inside your brain You rapping for the chickens like you’re only out for change I’m bound to get a coke out of the machine without the change And break you like a fifty-dollar bill without the change I kept the pattern simple so it’s seepin’ in your brain But my pattern's like the weather if you peep it, it'll change I am fucked Swam the English Channel in handcuffs And rode the Orient express with both of my hands up This ain’t about whoever ain’t bussin’, but whose missing So I pack a butcher knife to stick into you stool pigeons You claim you murder me, with some caliber tool spitting And I hate to have to show you which one of us fools kidding I throw you off the balcony screamin' out “Good Riddance” Ripping average masterpieces, you come in with good written Huh! Like that [Verse 2: Joe Good] Like this Joe Good One time Ces Cru Reach in the house Yeah, it’s like this, check it out I don’t rock mics for shiny links or brand new minks I’m trying to entertain your home girl to buy me a drink What you think - Cause I’m rapping, I happen to have funds? I just quit my job, I happen to have none Zip, zero, stingy with dinero Can’t light your wrist, cause I ain’t got shit Two pockets with a lot of lint, that about it ma Yo, you really gotta buy my disc Because I spent up my last two bucks to get here And if you know the gas price, you know I’m sincere Pump the brakes, you got facts to face If you think I got to sleep with you to crash at your place I ain’t a gigolo, slow when I give it, that be that nigga joe Soon as you can slow my mission, I hit the road A new city for my plots to bub Set up shop Drop the buzz, and get pocket love [Verse 3: Reach] Yes reach Nice rumble on the track Mic wonder on the rap Loud like thunder when it clap I want you to react like you wanna get attacked Confront you in the back, and I'mma punch you in your trap Got you thinking I’m a big brother that jumped you in the frat A macho man, Slam a brother flush into a mat Brazen like the soldiers when they rushed into Iraq Chop your legs, chop your arms, Like I’m coming with an axe [Verse 4: Ubiquitous] My company stands back While you beggin' to get your man on But don’t care to believe that you're paraplegic, no leg to stand on Get a chair, you need it to sit We so retarded Ces shitting, you only farted Webo, guarded the beats Squads treated with no regard Feastin' We clean the bone of the meat And then gnaw to sharpen our teeth Radar’s blippin' the skipper got a lock on your fleet Chalk it as beef, and explore the consequence My styles stiffer I switch it to vowels when I’m bored with consonants Got your bowels knotted up, shopping for more incontinence Kicking the door, cussin' Countin' on your incompetence Slayed in a swarm and blame it on poor reconnaissance Since we take 'em to war like raidin' the foreign continents Born of dominance American Joe Anonymous My cold esophagus spits snow and its polar opposite Showing off is shit Hip-Hop can get so monotonous Overthrow control and blow holes in the oval offices Chokin' off your oxygen flow, no hope of stoppin' I don’t profit off of vocals, although I’m a vocal prophet I snatch a ride like kiddo then piss in an open socket You can get to know a lot from the kiss of the cobra Over and out