Grind Mode Cyper (Part 2)

[Verse 1: Lingo]

Uh Huh, Grind Mode Cypher

Chris Webby in the building

I am one of a kind

You kinda one of them guys

Who dick ride other men

Right? Talk shit run off, then hide

When I catch up, think back, that's hindsight

Tap the 57, See red, Live a blind life

I shot ya

In order I was proper

East Coast Peace Flow

Big, just like Papa

My popularity skyrockets

So killing all of these bitches

You calling a dime, drop her

Get persecuted, they saying your words are stupid

And that hip hop is causing the violence, its murder music

If that's the case, I'm smashing a bastard's face

Walking a fine line of Masta Ace and Pastored Mase

I'm way passed you cats that masquerade

Get the mask and raid your house, then you're passed away

And that's the way I'll bury your past time

Just pitch and make hits, America's past time

[Verse 2: Johnny Conceptz]

Bitch show time, you need a whole army to hurt me

Ya'll asses will get shocked

From the words that I'm dispersing

They want me to hook it up like Kareem

Your not deserving

Magic Johnson with the torch

I only pass it if you're worthy

Damn, that's a hell of a scheme

An intelligent being, with devilish dreams

Man, it seems like I'm something you've never seen before

I'll bother you now

Then bottle what's left of your damn spirit from

A Ouija board

Like, why should I take it easy for?

If that's the case, I'd quit rap

And start relaxing at a beach resort

You misdirected like a street detour

And I'ma fix that ass up

Like plastic surgeons on a sleazy whore

Please be warned

I swear you don't want the drama

Better get your run on, like a sentence without a coma

Mumble rappers killing the art like some suicide bombers

If that's what rap's become, I'ma body the whole genre

[Verse 3: Ohms]

This flow will make you yack

When you do, take a breather

While you're hunch style

Use your back to kick your back lifting my feet up (C'mon)

Follow the leader, at last they follow me fast

If I were to hit the breaks

Your face would slam against the dash now

Tell that bitch to stop yelling

I'ma shake her

If her brains are bouncing inside her skull

I'm doing you a favor

It's my nature, the havoc that a wreak

Boy I'm smoother than both my cheeks

After using a Gillette Razor (Yup!)

And fuck these haters, matter of fact they feedback

All of my words are bullets and they're aiming for those kneecaps

So, your weak ass really needs to mind your beeswax

And catch three [?] for [?]

And paid wherever you sleep at, dig?

That mean rap, no chance of showing mercy

They [?] done had me, but my visions looking blurry

So I'm captain of this game

I be something that they idol

Only way to strip this title is if you rip it off my jersey, kid

[Verse 4: Tha Red Baron]

Coming through and I be breaking down every single suspicion that [?]

[?]

[?]

Never considered a rapper, just a hip hop [?]

So, regardless of whether you like it or not, here's my position

I gotta be competition to those opposing the vision

My vocabulary be dropping with near perfect precision

Dividing them down the middle like dutchies with my decision

I'm pursuing every passion of mine, but ya'll just wishin'

I had my favorite rappers mad at me, that's how it goes

Because we got a bigger crowd response at all the shows

When we seen them afterwards they turning up their nose

You know what they say, all that glitters isn't gold

Lingo, Baron and Webby better go grab a machete

This Cyper's Cloverfield, hope you keep the camera steady

Never be sleeping, or we creeping in this bitch like Freddy

It's Grind Mode, 'til my feet up and my casket ready

[Verse 5: Chris Webby]

I'm that young Italiano

Just call me Tony Soprano, with a little Lucky Luciano

Chicken Parmesano, Capicola, Pasta Fazool

Sopa, Fancul

Fuck you

Ya'll don't got gods on the young bull

I don't know sports or fashion

Is it John or Steve Madden?

I just rock a hat and a white beater with jeans saggin'

Spit fire like Pete's Dragon

Na, na, a combination of all Calise's 3 Dragons

All stuffed in a G wagon

Attacking 'em when I go HAM

See Webby now a grown man

Who failed the D.A.R.E Program

Badder than Lindsay Lohan

Back I'm flipping the flow man

Shit I'm really losing it

But I still rap so smart you think my brain is a computer chip

Ludacris, with that Word of Mouth, how you think they heard about this crazy white boy motherfucker droppin' absurd amounts of bars

That'll leave you on a stretcher then I'm swervin' out

Circle back and run you over again like a squirrel and bounce

So never step to this, I've conquered every nemesis

That thought they could spit on my name or wiggle a head at Chris

I'm not a shooter, but someone hand me a weapon bitch

And shit I know how to put the cartridge in like Sega Genesis

Cock it back and aim it, but wait can someone explain it?

Is the safety here? Cool! Now run for cover bitch I'm dangerous

Ya'll are stuck up in the matrix

While I'm running up on stages, making money off what I love and it's fucking amazing