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