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!