YouTube Cypher, Vol. 2

[Verse 1: GAWNE] Crypt just called, he said he's lookin’ to scrap He wanted GAWNE up on the track‚ because I murder the raps Well yo‚ Crypt‚ homie, just know that I got your back Even if I gotta be a lyrical bully to Dax Just give me the orders, run up and kick your door in‚ hit 'em with fifty mortars Rigor mortis, kill 'em and leave their corpses on other people’s doorsteps Enter the morgue with venom, and then I get morbid‚ evil and horrid, imminent torture Reapin' the organs outta the orphans, bodily portions, gotta be foreskins And now they like, "Woah! How the fuck he spit and just murder so many flows?" I don't know, I was bred for this shit since '96 Makin' hits since an embryo, I been the GOAT I could do flibbity hibbity, enterin' in the vicinity, cookin' up hits like I'm Breaking Bad Walter White, Jessie when makin’ amphetamines, shit’s gettin' messy, I’m finna be killin' the enemy Never see any serenity when I be mentally heavily off of the Hennessy Sippin' the liquor, I lick it up, lickety-split, and my liver, then kick in Wit' a little bit of venom and I’m never gonna let up, got to get up from the bottom, put the motherfuckin' pedal to the metal When I'm in head, I'm goin' mental, in retrospect, I probably should check my stress But I'm never gonna second-guess this shit, it's over, I won This beat is O. J.'s wife by the time that I'm done [Interlude 1: Moxas] Moxas! Yeah, check! [Verse 2: Moxas] Okay, the SoundCloud superhero back again I train hard, so when I'm on the track, I'm overlappin' them I'm lightin' up a sack, the holy pack my only sacrament No California, though, I took the O, it's on my back again, ugh! They prolly don't get it, I'ma hit them wit' a chrome in it Semi-automatic flow, I gotta get it, though, I'm kickin' in the door wit' it Like, "Oh shit, it's the dope kid wit' the flow sick, oh no, sis!" And to be frank, no Ocean, got the weed dank and a potion When I'm fleet flank, feelin' focused on my fee-fie-fum-foe shit And I speak fire if I wrote shit, so the fees high, you ain't know shit Can't afford it, and I'm not nice, I'ma "Mm-mm" like I got lice If you cop verse, I will not write, and I got slime, like a stop sign, uh! I'm goin' up, that's the reason that they've been sad lately You a loud annoyin' little kid, you a Bhad Bhabie Got up on this beat to have some fun, you know I'm showin' out If a pussy come at me, Alinity- I'll throw 'em out! Ugh! [Verse 3: Ryan Oakes] I think this girl better back off, she lookin' at me with some bright hopes Tell her that she can be tied down if she wanna walk on a tightrope Hittin' that shit from the back, dawg, she probably gonna need Geico She knows that my pockets are so fat, they probably gonna need lipo Bitch, I made a quarter mill' and y'all ignored until I started murderin' these beats, I need some more to kill Now my pockets lookin' green, they gettin' chlorophylled It's written in my destiny, I'm born to kill So much caffeine in my system, that it's hard for me to concentrate Shittin' on my competition, rappers lookin' constipated I never been a dick, don't need to overcompensate That's why all these women hit me, tryna overpopulate While labels scared to hit me 'cause I got way too much leverage If I signed to them, then I'm the one that's bringin' benefits The amount they'd have to give's a mountain, like it's Everest Once that contract's in possession, y'all gon' need an exorcist, I'm ghost [Interlude 2: VI Seconds] Yeah, Gawd, Gawd, Gawd [Verse 4: VI Seconds] Oh Lord, the most slept on on the site, nigga In a different pedigree, dawg, I show my bite bigger Worried 'bout a dislike bar, I dislike your life On a knee, lettin' it ring, like I'm lookin' for a wife, nigga Brought a coffin, heard you jackin' a box Try to wind me, somethin' poppin' like a jack in the box The arms strong, toss a Molotov from a mile away I son y'all, but I didn't get a fuckin' gift on Father's Day? Oh, y'all want action 'til I'm up and blastin', fuckin' tragic Suckas plastic, get your surface bursted for your bubble rappin' Rounds of applause with the rounds of the ones I'm clappin' Channels for reactions now reactin' to your fuckin' passin' Thanos snappin', snatchin' the clout that you niggas gained But a lot of y'all gon' vanish if the algorithm change Who want smoke? I'ma alter your appearance None you mothafuckas nice, tell KSI that I'm actually Beerus, Gawd [Verse 5: DK] To all the people that say I'm the bomb, I'm gonna blow up, that's what I'm made for (Yeah) Lookin' for flow, or lookin' for bars, 'cause, I'ma give you what you came for I get the blame for murder, you are just fake with burners, what are you fake for? You fake gangs ain't plugged in, like Dax, with his chainsaw It's Barology, welcome to the classroom Shaq, you better tell Ja to stay inside that bathroom Like Scriptwork, we fight back (Ya!), man, you ought to know Like the Vatican without the Pope, I want all the smoke (*cough, cough*) "Hi there, I'm DK, I'm new here (Hi!) I'm the guy with the English accent, or the dickhead with the blue hair" (That's me!) I'm a vet already, I be puttin' rappers in the cemetery Leave them dead and buried, like "Woah!" Goin' harder than the military I'm back on my bullshit with a full clip, got a space in the morgue if you wanna talk shit Got orchids for your funeral with a full-zipped body bag, won't find out where the corpse is I'll always be myself with no apologies @DKRapArtist, everybody go and follow me [Verse 6: ImDontai] Yo, Crypt, wanna thanks for the opportunity Cyphers and freestyles is nothin' new to me, I do it beautifully A couple verses up my sleeve, I love nudity And black bitches, I'm the match when your wrist flicks it Throw that ass back like a grenade and blow my dick up Unpredictable with verses, like Tourette's or havin' hiccups Look, they compare ya boy to that of a lighter Who's harder than a sniper, hittin' through the chest on a Bible Don't have any rivals, 'cause that would imply I fight for survival Amidst all the rappers I jack up, it's easy, now, back up Callin' for backup while I got they back up against the wall Got my Vans up against they balls, pause, I ain't mean it like that dawg And I ain't homophobic, for a mill', I'd give some head behind a Kroger If the deal was just a minute, then it's over Yeah, I'm mad buggin', slap you up in public in your city, ho Only time you slap is the publish button on videos Nigga, we mop floors with rappers, this no hyperbole Flippin' them vertically, badly attackin' with words that they murmurin' My pen is catchin' bodies, call it John Wick I feel it as I am jottin', stretchin' these words like pilates I kick, quick karate; ya click this, ya noddin' You spit shit, the potty; a thick bitch, I'm throbbin' Bitch, I'm finna nut, huh Dick up in her gut, I eat that booty like it's lunch (Haha) [Interlude 3: Lex Bratcher] Yo, yo, yo [Verse 7: Lex Bratcher] Yo, yo, it's the girl about to rap! Huh, yeah, you know I'm on that— fuck that Been ready to fuck the game and use these rappers as my cum rag 'Cause listenin' to y'all's like pressin' on a thumbtack And these rappers, they itchin' for the—huh! Snitchin' for the—huh! You know that it's a snake if you just listen for the— (*alert SFX*) And I'ma be givin' them halos, when I be trigger-fingerin' these flows Leavin' them quakin' and all on their toes, this is my destiny and what I chose Look, I'm the best, so all these motherfuckers hate me If I press the side of this gat, then there ain't gon' be no safety Ain't no scopin', I'ma put this chrome to your windows, aim And click-click-click, like the fuckin' page won't open These little rappers know there ain't no jokin' No hehe, no haha, jaja, don't matter which language spoken I vanquish these angry faces who try to steal my focus My staff with me, I pass the C's, like I'm the real-life Moses Lex [Interlude 4: Devvon Terrell] Ah, yeah, yeah Hold up! [Verse 8: Devvon Terrell] I done made some enemies, up like the Sun, you are a kid to me Fake niggas wearin' disguises, like it's trick-or-treat I will never freeze on the beat, Control-Alt-Delete That's why I went to work as soon as Crypt sent me the beat, like I can read the signs and see the future like a Zodiac Leave them where they stand, I'm like James Harden with a step back Linin' up the competition, I will always catch them One hand and defended like I'm Odell Beckham Different rules, you play with us, then, homie, you gonna lose Fade to black, and you couldn't see us even with Google Maps And I know, I knew you just be hatin', use it for motivation Cure ya from the sickness like a doctor, 'cause you're so impatient I wanna keep it real with you I am just not satisfied by a mill' or two So, I only share the plate with a chosen few If this a five-star meal, you a frozen food [Interlude 5: NemRaps] Listen (Listen) [Verse 9: NemRaps] A wild beast is let loose in the forest You screwin' yourself, like Darth Vader masturbatin' using the Force (Haha!) Now congratulate this dude, he's a boss Try me, I will embarrass you, like soccer moms doin' the floss Check out my switch mag, get a Glock, put a Joy-Con where the clip at And when you twitch, I'll be screamin' at the chat to clip to ("Clip that!") Flows tight, but know my screws is loose I'm Samuel Jackson of this YouTube rappin', grabbin' my super suit My lines got a nice ring to 'em, barbells My name carry weight in the community, cartels (Let's go!) I'm makin' a mill' off of rappin', no cappin' and I am not wearin' no VVS (Yeah) I got so many rhymes, my rap sheet is longer than a receipt at a CVS (Ha) It's finna go down, better go now, 'bout to hit 'em with a four pound, better know now (Go) I ain't talkin' about guns, just talkin' about bars, don't really wanna be the one to slow down (Woo!) Bodied the beat, draw the chalk lines on the instrumental, zip it up Now I can crush up the Infinity Stones into powder, then sniff it up [Interlude 6: Scru Face Jean] *deep inhale* Aw man, hahahaha! [Verse 10: Scru Face Jean] I'm the sergeant of all my squadrons, this is all out war I'll make you sprint, like the phone, I'm not the one to call out, boy And my foes is more then hoes, them bros is all out whores Time to dead you, pop with the metal, make you fall out, boy! Fuck all that noise, 'cause now I'm in this bitch, like yo' mother See, Crypt is my brother, talk slick, I'll make a crypt for your brother My nigga, I've suffered, but you won't hear me bitch like the others You think they your brothers, but you can hear them hiss with they hug ya You slick motherfuckers gon' end up in a ditch when I'm done Got a problem, then bite your tongue, that's called a "bitch" where I'm from A SIG is a gun, want smoke? I'll put that shit in your lungs Turn me to a serial killer, and you Cinnamon Crunch My niggas is, um, young and goin' dumb with the drum March for a band, that little drummer boy pa-rum-pa-pum-pum! For a lump sum, they shootin' like the Rucker dumb-dumb Now you M.I.A. like "Paper Planes" and "Bucky Done Gun" Duck, or down goes Donald, a clown like Ronald If I was black, then so is the strap, brrat the Tom, like MacDonald (Ha!) They asked me why I made all these bars about clappin' people Grew up on battle rap, plus, I showed you my MAC is lethal No class in people, but I'm gradin' like professors Throw you in a lake, and now you really wavy, like Quadeca Tried to run, but I'ma catch him, the scope can make it long-range Rifle got the magnifyin' glasses, I am Dontai! A short temper can really make it a long day And tell Crypt that I'm sorry I took the long way Hahahaha! [Interlude 7: Quadeca] Ooh, ooh, yeah [Verse 11: Quadeca] They like, "He finally entered, I guess it's time to be bitter" (Haha!) I'm on every track like a Parental Advisory sticker, in a new league (Ooh!) They tryin' to keep me from gettin' too hot, I got spice, so I'm gettin' my blue cheese (Brr!) I cannot be measured, so I am unruly You can't get through me, I'm an IUD to all of these pussies (Oh!) You know I'm gonna win it, in the end, I need my rupees (Oh, shit!) Huh, they never understand how I do it Said I couldn't say an "S", so I drew a line through it Like "Hi, stupid", my rhymes are too fly, they defy Newton (Woo-hoo-hoo!) They all rushin', tryna do as much work as what I put in (Damn!) I'm Putin, I'm puttin', so you know nobody else is on par (Par) Stoppin' in the tracks when I drive in like I'm a cop car (Yeah!) Fuck rap shit, I got bars, but look like a pop star Look like the BuzzFeed intern who gets employees their Pop Tarts (Haha) Instead, I tour with the top charts, now they heard of me (For real) An emergin' emcee, but you ain't got the M's, so you just an emergency (Get it?) [Interlude 8: Mac Lethal] Yo Yeah, ayy, uh [Verse 12: Mac Lethal] Shit, damn, son, you've never seen a fuckin' rapper who be this handsome I never breathe when I be rappin', I got six damn lungs I'm at the offices of UMG with twin handguns I got a hostage, I'ma shoot, I'll need a big ransom I been recordin' like a Demogorgon That'll rip your organs out, and chop you into sixty portions Like I'm Lizzie Borden, just a bit of boredom Got me breakin' brick and boards, and I'ma smash your pumpkin like I'm Billy Corgan In a tournament, I'm insubordinate I'll throw you in the city morgue, and you'll just shiver morbidly with chilly organs When performin', I mix endorphins with liquid morphine The shit be coursin' through my veins, I went to war with fifty horsemen Drop to your knees and kiss my foreskin, your jam ain't impress us Jump off the cage and kick you in the face like Anthony Pettis I roll heads back, your flow's just wack I'll never die, I'm makin' videos forever, call me NoDeathShaq I commit homicide like this I get three copyright strikes quick So tell Susan Wochsoioskski, whatever the fuck that bitch's name is She can demonetize my dick A Lethal with the straight facts, y'all are just a needle in a haystack Your rap looks old, you probably ran that shit through FaceApp Probably thinkin' shit is sweet And I'ma beat you up on camera, like fuckin' A$AP Rocky, copy? [Verse 13: Crypt] I copy, Mac— get bodied like Tommy Mac with tsunami raps My flow is so immaculate, they think it's a magic act I'm makin' these rappers mad, I'll make a diss appear, then they disappear With Nato on the beat and everybody here (Cypher of the year!) Let's view inside my mind and see what things we find and discover No rapper better than I, so take yo' pick, I'll leave 'em shuttered No exposure needed for my focus to show my light I'll ram my way in the game with my shows, I'm hungry, so my gig 'a bite I'll snap in a flash, red is the only color I see, whenever I'm lookin' at you Stompin' they ass, kickin' them motherfuckers when they are down, like Ndamukong Suh Rappers don't get mad at me, that's something you'll regret I'll have you nervously persperatin' over this beef, like meat sweats (Haha!) Rap is a house and, bitch, I'm high up in it Call me a rap addict, bitch, the sky is not the limit Roll up on me and get smoked, yo, fuck your drama! I'm crackin' skulls in this joint, I call that blunt force trauma And much more commas won't make me rap with you, I'm immortal Make you and your ho go ghost, 'cause I know you just a pair of normals I'm sick when spittin' that's the difference between you and me I'm me, but you wanna copy, right? Like UMG Wait, you thought that was it? Crypt is in this bitch, and bitch, you know I gotta spit it quick So, everybody, come and listen up, I gotta tell you what the fuck we gonna do to go and fuckin' rip it up Yo, switch it up, everybody fearin' when we hit it up, Ryan Oakes knows his flow was different, 'cause Mac is Lethal Packin' gats in his rap, shootin' back at people, actin' wack, in fact, Nems raps are regal Lex Bratcher is it reppin' for the chicks, and Dontai can spit And, Six, way to represent, Luke spit so quick, I can't even comprehend Devvon Terrell with the voice of an angel, Scru done proved his spot at the table And DK reppin' UK, he won the competition, and now he's here to stay Moxas put them in a coffin, and Quad spazzed, there's no question My shirt size is XXL, but fuck bein' a freshman! [Outro: Joey Nato] Who made this beat? Nato!