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?