Cypher 2021

[Intro: Insanity] Yeah, haha Double Lyrical It's that time of the year again Sheesh! Let's go [Verse 1: Insanity] Give me that boom bap rap, mumble rap is the death of me Move back fast with my dawgs, no Pedigree Who's that cat? Bust a cap in my enemy Too bad, back 'gainst the wall, say the Hail Mary You're walking on a tightrope when you're tryna copy my flow I don't really like those rappers, I give 'em a high dose Correct 'em like a typo You're wrong, but that is imo Better don't keep up them high hopes and get off your fucking high horse [Verse 2: Jake Mackson & Futuristic] I'm in for the title, better live for what I die for Power over pussy, but pussy is what I like though, yeah Got 'em side hoes, those pull up in disguise hoes Had me low on highs, but what's life without the high lows? Want [?] in my bag, the [?] in the past His head up high in the clouds, body down with the mess Shout-out to my ex, went from doubts to the questions (Yeah) If I'm broke, the money ain't ashamed to count all my blessings [Verse 3: Futuristic] Y'all suck, but it's really all love, I don't hate y'all (Hahaha) Game call, corner pocket, shot it, this the eight-ball Race car how I'm on the track when I take off Chainsaw how I'm chopping, put 'em in the graveyard White people at the shows, hands up, Adolf Six or seven rappers mad from the way I ate y'all Need blue pills to spill, y'all flow stay soft (Yeah) Copy-paste space bar, repeat the eighth bar It's easy to me, yeah, I freestyled the verse (Uh) One take, duck face, ain't even rehearse (Uh) Ain't even curse, it's crazy they didn't notice that (Nuh) Futon, flatten haters out when I fold 'em back (Ay!) Gemini, different side, spit it like my zodiac (Ay!) Teach you how to rap, damn, sorry, gotta hold you back (Ay!) Run it back 'cause I be hitting like every hole and gap (Ay!) Real rap, don't react, child's play, cul-de-sac [Verse 4: Abhi the Nomad] Yeah, top shelf totem hat I came from the cloud, y'all modem rap I'm buzzin' off of nothing, y'all soda flat You might see me body if you cop, real Doja Cat Hoes crow when full flows hold yoga mat Poke holes in your smoke shows, bro, I know the cap Go to your promoter, show the bag, they don't know the math Bitch-made, switch lanes, big brain, wrote the map [Verse 5: Cyrus] Yeah, I recorded my shit Last, so it's only twelve bars in this bitch But I ain't never needed me a full sixteen 'Cause either way, it's three quarters, then you're back to the bench And I ain't never gave a fuck about a rapper that lease beats You a rapper, not an artist, leave the easels to me, please You want credit? Hmm, credit for what? 'Cause every one of your songs belongs to somebody else A bunch of dudes that sound the same on every goddamn record That like to act like what they're doin's even that impressive See, this a lession learned, you gotta fail to succeed But holy shit, you're stacking Ls like Cool J to a T Yeah [Verse 6: Kam Michael] My shit is heartfelt, so they replay No Mike Stud, but these days I'm poppin' off in like each way Still independent, got leeway And I move fast on knee brace They stay last, it's my race Hate to be in this cold world But I make it through with these one-takes Yeah, I spend my time on making right decisions You steady talking, get a job and get up out my bidness I see the envy that you hold, it's only right to mention They see the way I'm mixing flows, you think I was a chemist I keep an [?] on my waist, you see the blue tips I don't trust nobody, not a soul, on my new shit And I been tryna focus on my own, got a blueprint Keep everything I'm doing on the low 'til I'm booming I told my baby, "Don't worry," I told my mom not to stress And I'm 'bout to blow in a minute, and when it's done you'll regret it I locked myself in this room and I'm writing hits 'til I'm dead And I got my sight on my future and you can see where I'm headed [Verse 7: Matthew Tuck] Erased your numbers from my phone, [?] why I'm contact free You need a different lens on life before I let you contact me Labels say that I'm so sick that they try to contract me Me and J ride on the scene, just write the check to Tiger Kings Guess I'm rappin' to the choir, well, some might say I preach These songs are like a sermon, but with fifty times the reach I know the door is locked, but there ain't one that I can't breach You better stay out of my lane, your drive ain't worth raising [?] It's Matthew Tuck [Verse 8: Justin Starling & Murs] Ayy, not your average, pull up with the savages Show me where the cabbage is, money having marriages Ain't no Everest, this is just the catalyst There is no comparison, your team so embarrassing Look at my catalog, it look like a cemetery The beats? Yeah, they dead and buried I'm colder than Ben & Jerry's She love me like February Tell 'em I'm very ready for beef in the streets If they reach, they deceased (Let's go) [Verse 9: Murs] 1996, my first tour starts in [?] Since then, I never put down the microphone again Before the Euro, we was making [yielders?] Paid for the flow because the show was so killer Here comes to the culture, bro, ain't nun' realer Going pop ain't fly, look, I'm not an outfielder Baseball, apple pie, Founding Fathers, patricide Repping for America, but coming from the blacker side Turntables, hoop dreams, we don't just shoot things Showed you how to rock a beat and how to rock your blue jeans I'll buy 'em from [?] just because the cost is low Yours is Louis V? Haha, that's really fucking awesome, bro Hope you own your home and your masters and your publishing Instead of tryna flex and tryna follow all these fucking trends Rockin' [?] when it's time to have fun again Peace to the [?] squad, forever showing love to them [Verse 10: Abstract & JZAC] Who you think I am? Hottest out, my swagger burning, so I need these fans Metaphors' been over heads so best you catch these hands Six figure offers for my fossils, catalog got bands 307 reppin', nobody has done it bigger Emperor got his groove back, she was pulling the wrong lever Stab me in the back while thinking you mad clever But if I wasn't enough, I know no one can do you better, see I'm a man of class who never got his degree I got plaques on my wall, just tombstones for my beats I got ice in my glass, for days I was on the rocks Now my own brand hang from a chain to my damn socks (Yeah) [Verse 11: JZAC & Enkay47] This ain't an amateur verse, I don't do janitor's work But I mop the floor with these rappers, I'll leave your mans in the dirt Told 'em, "Hand me some liquor, don't need to hand me a Perc" You know the kid isn't missin', this ain't an Amber alert You could tell when you hear me where my mentality at I need the max contract, fuck your salary cap Said we eatin', fuck your low-carb calorie wraps I'm the reason charged up, boy, my battery pack (Yeah) [Verse 12: Enkay47] When I die, I'ma probably resurrect from the grave Dead for days People'll probably think I'm a prophet when I awake Annihilate the competition, spittin' every night and day All that I'm tryna say is I was working five-to-eight Inside a fucking factory, getting minimum wage Was feeling insane Which way am I gonna break? The same day I went inside of my work to get paid, told 'em I quit The best feeling I've had to this day Let me get this off my chest, I pretend like I'm the best But I'm not even getting sleep, it's obvious that I'm stressed The problem is I'm depressed, my fucking life is a mess It's like I hopped inside the driver's seat just so that I can rest Fuck