Really Doe - Genius Users Cypher

[Intro: Charlie F] Ay... fuck it, let's get to it [Verse 1: JFKray] Mic check, mic check one-two Wondering if any my lines will get through These clowns need to slow down how many rappers I had? So cold there's a snow plough for when I'm around, Mad I'm holding trident in my hand that's air sea and land Nuclear forces shoot the endorphins to my brain that I demand Insane that the pineal gland makes me picture hell Gasoline fiends for paper so they never leave their shell Sending these rappers to the depths of hell stealing their breath as well Feeling the beat and healing with heat hash peeling and then inhale These people are poor so no more can they afford the flavour But I'm evil so it makes me hate to be their raw lord and saviour Now this cat thinks he's running rap then that's the whole culture I destroy Only difference at 14 I was a rapper not a choirboy Now I love how your mind is my canvas the chief not to be found in Kansas Cause I paint this picture in your head my possessions leave your face red [Hook: Charlie F] Yeah, they say I got the forums on fire I ain't a GOAT, that's a goddamn lie Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Downvoted for my motherfucking taste Please, get the fuck out of my face Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe [Verse 2: CKoo] Yo, it's been a long time since I last thought of a rhyme But I just got a line, which morphed into my mind And it all just aligned so now I'm off to freestyle So, bitch, prepare your vagin-a cause I won't soften tonight Watch me sip a wine, while you gos-sip all time You might be a dime, but if you don't stop talking all night I might co-mmit a crime and force it inside Then I'll sleep, while you get some rest in a coffin tonight [Verse 3: Bumpman] Fucking pigs, I got some loose ends to fix If the cops come they'll have me hanging from the crucifix All these bitches, they be looking for the pimp But I be looking for the chick with diamond piercings on her pussy lips Spent that check on a loud pack Grabbed my gat and unload a clip where all the motherfucking frats at I don't give a fuck who hit it first, my batting average in tact These niggas claim they ballin' but they really getting syntaxed Need debuggin'? All my raps is rugged And yeah, I'm really fucking bitches like it's nuttin' Leave these rappers like the Backwoods that I'm guttin' There is nobody that I trust in I can tell you fake 'cause the platinum on your neck is rustin' Holy, Holy, can't nobody hold me Do this shit for mankind but I'm not Mick Foley Pimpin' pens like I'm professional at bowlin' I'm the master and the game need controllin' Hack into the system like I'm Edward Snowden So much money, you'd a thought it was stolen Everything I write is golden [Hook: Charlie F] Yeah, they say I got the forums on fire I ain't a GOAT, that's a goddamn lie Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Downvoted for my motherfucking taste Please, get the fuck out of my face Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe [Verse 4: gamemast15r] I hate life, I'll rape Christ With steak knives for eight nights Tie his ass to the break lights Then laugh at his ass while I ate rice I worship Cthulu while I pray to the Desert Eagle The worst part about this is I'm part of the lesser evil But I'll still kill you and anyone else in a rhyming spree I sold the soul of Jimmy Iovine, then hooked him up to the IV The soul of MC Ricky D told me to stop lying Stop crying, you know you ain't shit Cause if you a plantiff then clack clack I aced it Don't say shit, you dumb snitch; aftermath you won't fuck wit' I don't tuck shit, I'm suicidal, I fling shit out in public This verse sucks as much as your girl does, she's a succubus This beat makes me wanna smack my face into a guard rail Part Mechanical, part human, part heaven, part hell [Verse 5: ThaHipHopHead] Someone call the priest, the beat’s deceased Soon as I step on it, bread I get, easy to see I go ham with c-notes, everyone’s like “really doe?” Take a page from Gambino, are you really eatin' though? I bring ruckus like King Kunta or a member of the Wu It’s December, woo! The season to dismember you With one mic, I just might illuminate ya life Still true enough to cypher, or get in a gunfight The Caped Crusader killing these clowns, no remorse I’ll warp reality, end your career before you’re even born I just might fuck around with a smile as I go to Hell Holed up, well, ThaHipHopHead’s out with a twelve [Hook: Charlie F] Yeah, they say I got the forums on fire I ain't a GOAT, that's a goddamn lie Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Downvoted for my motherfucking taste Please, get the fuck out of my face Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe [Verse 6: Corduroy Crook] 5 minutes in and I'm already writing 6 seconds in it's already written 7 later I'm Los Angeles bound G-going back back to the daily spliffin I'm a hater man this a poor decision Really doe kinda weird when it comes to spittin I could switch flows with a different style or flavor No dollar saver this is big change Sound so deranged- with a flow like this Rap genius no wonder why he so insane Can't slow the pain – with a knife like this I need masters show you that I'm off the chain This is record breaking This been renegaded This the best verse I can tell you hate it Twelve four one six it's forever dated And I showed you with a quick demonstration How effortless I can handle this Six teen ain't nothing but a year to me And how it's speedin up Its like a month it seems (Wait) Let me slow it down Gotta pace myself Running tracks put me in a brace once So now I kick rhymes And I don't ask for help I dont give it either I am not a teacher Any lesson learned is coming from the hand But I'm here to serve till my dying word Times up pray your rain don't flood this earth [Verse 7: BOYBETTAHKNOW] If you ain’t getting money why you always in the club then? I’m So Appalled like Ye and Pusha was in twenty ten And if you sneak dissing why you tryna be my friend? You need to tell your girl to stop sliding in my DMs I met her a week ago And she really go down low She gave me her number but I never ever ring it though Flowing like I been a pro Even though it’s my first go Heads all bout to turn like they was in a fucking velodrome I sip so much Red Bull and vodka I can barely speak You try to diss me I’ll put you in A and E for weeks The doctor said “Man your chance of living is looking bleak But BBK just stopped by to tell me your girl’s a freak” I’m 21 you Tyga I got No Heart I’m cyber I’m tryna have the best god damn verse in the whole cypher I buy my girl designer Exclusive furs from China I killed the rap I killed the track where the fuck is my lighter? [Hook: Charlie F] Yeah, they say I got the forums on fire I ain't a GOAT, that's a goddamn lie Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Downvoted for my motherfucking taste Please, get the fuck out of my face Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe [Verse 8: Anglo Blaxon] Walkin' in with a pocket of sin, Pac on my playlist Partner is parked in the parking lot,handicapped, with a getaway Benz Pistol in palm, picture the panic people havoc at the sight of a gun... "Pardon me" The more you scream; the more I go I split your wig, like Moses' pole If you ain't shit, then I downvote Hocus Pocus, that black magic, a bag full of acid tablets just disappeared if I'm spazzin' It's fucking tragic, an accident had to happen that night when the planets lined up, all planned by the Devil's madness I prayed to God for an answer, he responded back with lightning contact, imagine me: a tyke in pampers possessed by the soul of Marshal Matthers... Walkin in! Pockets full of Bens! For the City riiight? I just bought! New Mercedes Bens! For my nigga riiiight? I'm way too good for my own own good! On top of the game and there I stood! You plan on dissin me? I WISH A MOTHAFUCKA WOULD! [Verse 9: OGASAPTRAPLORD] Spittin' crack ya i'm freebasing I'm illuminated like a freemason Took off the mask now they scream Jason Opposed to me you flee nations Look at me and you get stuck waiting Breathe in we agree with satan Breathe out you cremated All of your raps sound predated Entice em and grin, ahead of my kin You swim with the fishes I embellished the fin I meddle with devils i developed to win The one that likes to sin The light looks bright well i'm making it dim When i walk in they say oh that's him Smacks your bitch on a whim The dude that always can Wishing you could I wish a motherfucker would! [Hook: Charlie F] Yeah, they say I got the forums on fire I ain't a GOAT, that's a goddamn lie Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe Downvoted for my motherfucking taste Please, get the fuck out of my face Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe [Verse 10: KenZin0] Yo it's back to business I've been twisting in the wind for a minute These wounds are self-inflicted Who the fuck am I kidding? I've been a victim of my own erratic moves and decisions I'm never finished bitch Haven't I said that I'm never quitting? Feeling close to the edge A body with no head Worthless as shit, a pencil with no lead Why did I wait so long to address it? Thoughts all a mess, took my dream and wrecked it Year after year became more dependent Reckless with my 'scripts and obsessed with The feeling of not feeling depression POP POP POP a pill Try to escape from what's real Smoke pot, throw shots Try to numb how I feel But the pain is worse than the hangover So I try to remain sober Avoid triggers and chain smokers But I'm sick and tired of playing the loner Fixated... Fixated, frustrated On all the shit that’s been happening lately I can’t explain it, can’t catch a break My thoughts are racing most everyday It’s the strangest thing You look at my face and you swear you say I'm spacing Levitating, foggy and hazy Hail Mary, I'm just anxious Go ahead and blame me I do the same talk shit to myself daily Like why the fuck you keep popping pills? You know that shit's making you crazy Like Keanu Reeves I'm a star off of Speed But I feel like I’m in the Matrix These benzodiapeines taking a hold of me I don’t know if i’ll make it And my old bitches got me feeling all fucked up Sitting all alone in a room all drugged up Sipping on a brew so I guess I'm love drunk Contemplating fucking up these bitch ass young punks Too much time spent dwelling on shit I can’t control Stressing over my past On some bullshit that happened years ago Can’t change my yesterdays And have no clue what the future holds Can't concentrate on the present Thaw me out my mind is froze God grant me the serenity To except the thing that I cannot change Courage to change what can be changed And wisdom to differentiate Gotta learn to keep first things first Fuck the bullshit,I know it hurts But sometimes I only make things worse By talking down to myself When it only me against the world Me against the mother fucking world [Verse 11: Donny Danko] I send shivers up your spine Dispersing through your vertebrae Delivered to your mind Interpreting the words I say Listen to my rhymes I ain’t perfect but I persevere Tending to my bars Like a person who be serving beer The final curtains here, time to take a bow And I pray to God that he won’t forsake me now It just frustrates me how I can’t seem to articulate The thoughts within my head But they will come out if you’ll wait, yo I’m-a keep rapping no matter how much I get ostracized I ain’t gonna quit until Kate Moss is Rick Ross’s size No matter what they say, I’m-a keep trying And become an all around star like the belt of Orion, yo Always conscious rap, call me an insomniac Rappers say they ill, I see a crowd of hypochondriacs I’ve got some problems but that’s shit I’m going to solve Going hard in the game until I get blue balls [Verse 12: Final] As the Alarm sounds Take another look around Wipe my eyes, to no surprise Corny niggas wearing crowns But i don’t feel the unfamiliar because a nigga was born realer than these flow stealers Tryna play the game but hittin’ a wall like an outfielder What a bitter pill to swallow, and a tough act to follow I flow like the hair of Polamalu from the steelers When it’s my turn, i burn words as soon i touch-down Jumpin off my spaceship- looking for lunch now! My peers appear to be satisfied yet i’m never glad if I Gratify if i can’t survive life on the battered side Lyrics pitch hard shit like lookin’ into the batter’s eyes Battery charged up and flattery cast aside I’m chasing praise in the safari Til the hairs on my face is gray and got more ferraris Than empty bottles of Bacardi This isn’t imagination fascinating the mind Its the activation of aggravation through rhyme That’s lacerating and decapitating the kind- of Rappers that fail to meeting the bar with fabrications of being on par It’s a sign, that after I prevail then i’m leaving it charred Now let another faggot talk about happiness I’m not going stagnant til my name is in a sequence Including Pac, Big, Rakim, and Nas and them! Told myself: Don’t play the fool! You aim for a spot where there’s no replacing you Let me try breaking down this break through How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? He chucks til there ain’t a tree or bush or switch in the other neighborhoods Bury them under wood like no other could Should of let a nigga slumber understood? What it means is I wish a motherfucker would [Verse 13: Strayakunt] Ninety Six crazy as the day I came out the womb 4 minutes late I’m missing a few screws I wish this party had more booze less bitches I’m reconnecting with mine after sending her my best wishes Half a world apart been fantasying about us The Eleanor to my Park on the school bus You like me despite the fact that I’m not cool enough She broke my heart so I’m screaming out ‘fuck love’ But lately I’ve been dreaming of her house and what it’s like inside Sick of asking ‘what if’, I’m losing my damn mind I’m down for a visit if she’s down for the night Fuck my mixtape I can work on that in my spare time My parents can’t say no they brought their hands to a knife fight And who cares if we aren’t as close the timing feels so right You’re still pretty and you keep saying my flow’s tight It’s all good I wish this motherfucker would [Verse 14: Robb MC] There I am, come on, let's see: how do you guys expect me to go rapping? Technique? I do believe I got plenty... as much as the web's got them memes I grew up with Parappa the rapper, not with some thug gangsta representin I'm not for that "kill or be killed" so go ahead, hire a serial killer to kill me! (Is this the guy I'm supposed to kill? Alright...) "Robb MC"; never did rob 'em, see? Never been a raw bamsey Can it be he's romantic? I don't think, he's not hectic But it seems he's got ethic '96: he's got 20 I don't see, it's not that difficult: peek and I'm aimin'... There, I see: the shot bangs in I don't think he'll dodge Matrix style He won't, he's gone; well jeez... Why the hell he's now rapping? What's going on? I don't get it! Wait a telekinetic? The bullet's coming back in! [Window shatters] Dang it! [Verse 15: KUZGUN] Nigga, I'm still young, have some patience with us There's gon' be some fake motherfuckers saying they been there from day 1 with us Don't know no Yakub, only the Jacob's I walk in to get my neck gold-plated and such I'm a big beast, thief in the night with the chopper, like Trouble, nigga Why that Redskin CB mad when my CB's just hit double digits I only keep my hand on the clutch, I feel like Rob Horry Blue skies from here on out, I feel like Jigga-Man when he dropped Glory Fuck around, get you tripped up like Russell Westbrook Check, look, this shit what I call the "Just Got Out The Struggle" checkbook I can't my victims gingers, this new Uzi gon' leave them soulless Niggas trappin', their bank account numbers less than the Browns' E-L-O's, shit Niggas trappin', never seen anything as bad as the V.Z. blocks Niggas thinkin' I let any average hoebag eat cock If she ain't boujee, bad, or Venezuelan, she got a better chance of copping a copy of Detox Talkin' money, while y'all niggas trynna eavesdrop Oh, fuck, I'm a bar short, that was fifteen bars [Verse 16: Athy the Savage] I love my bitches like Endgame loves dick, hairy Like Potter, cold beer and a joint when the weather gets hotter Where I'm from, you hang with yo' own Gypsies raping gypsies ain't nothing but the norm In here we don't jump fence Play for your team, boy, don't do the devil's dance People die, no fucks are given But that graveyard full on every weekend You a fuccboi, like you main Riven I'm driven by all this sick shit, we pimps, shit Dirty south, but screamin fuck AL tho This that dark shit, don't dance hoe Or Imma get ZayWopStan to fuck your bros [Verse 17: Bravo] Um, yea... look... It's big bravo, ridin' round with the draco Couple sluts, had tough luck, and got stuffed in the tahoe Well I'm fucked up, off the liquor And they happened to call me a nigga So I buck-buck the trigger Barely fatal, how I missed her? Fuck! She said "it's crowded in the backseat", like really tho? I tend to ditch reality and forsake the physical 85 continue to sleep while I aim for the pinnacle Wacks rappers can't remain discreet I'm coming straight for your clavicle Pull up in a skully, no ski mask Extended clip on the mag Grab the Polaroid with the flash Take a pic of your dead body And gladly sent it to your dad You niggas clown, resemble that nigga Kinko Throwin' lyrical jabs I'm going full on Tito Cold steel tucked in the socks, my soul go subzero Born Ruler, Allah forgive the shooter Victory belongs to me, no foes can touch this Cipher [Outro: KUZGUN] Oh, shit, wait, that rhymes Ha [Verse 18: Endgame] All these pussies talking shit But i'm blessed up Eyo, shoutout to my nigga ZayWopStan Ye, he next up I've been seeking recognition in these streets But that ain't enough Been failing school since i got my first dub Real talk No subs AL screaming fuck them other niggas Shoutout to Nis bruh Coby been carrying all these other niggas I'm like Khabib, and rap be my sambo This town a wild jungle nigga But i'm Rambo Yeah, yeah Eyo, Ben left me alone here with the cancer twins This shit is kinda cringe But ion give a fuck, can't suck Cause yall put the standards too low My nigga Athy bring the kush and let it blow Why am doin this? Ion even know Didn't even try to write a real verse like you bitches Shut your mouth, wash my dishes No bars, no digits I renegaded this shit like what Thugga did to Meek Get intoxicated every week Fuck is you talking 'bout? Bitch you offended me You ain't no friend of me Cause yall weak Wait, what beat am i doing this on? ... Really Doe? You picked that beat? Really though, like, really though?