Cypher

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]

This is not to be rewarded

Killin' beats that wasn't mine when all my vocals was distorted

See King Dizzy's no different than King James

Cause I live to learn, the world don't want another Michael Jordan

Look, even though I got a jumper like Larry Bird

With all these white girls screaming for me singing every fucking word (word)

I can tell that you the homeboy that ain't never riot

Me? Oh I just make fashion statements almost every night

I'm taking flights without no seatbelt on and landing

Headed to the top and I'm leaving all of these fuck niggas stranded

Nothing handed, we with that learning money management movement

Save it just to spend it, do a show and then I recoup it

Young boss man, fuck an off brand

Me? I'm fuckin' on this bad bitch with a big booty and soft hands

That wanna be my wifey when I'm off cam

But when I'm on cam, she already know the program, I'm pro-gram

So I roll up more grams to slow jams so we can vibe out

We the Cadillac boys, she hop inside so we can ride out

She turn the music up and twist the weed

A real nigga baby, this trip's on me

[Verse 2: Derek Luh]

It's crazy how the trouble kid excel right past 'em

Mashing it's a habit, like fuck it, I gotta have it

She bad, then I gotta bag it, touching her like a tablet

My whole camp moving forward, you just living in the past tense

Shit, I'm tired of these has-beens

I think it's time to cash in

Get your weight up, motherfuck a hater

Homie in it for the paper, get to stepping like Omega

Weight up, wake up, grind 'til the day up

Straight up, say what, it's easy as a layup bahhh

We do it 'til they pissed off

Hustlin' like Rick Ross, dick stained with lip gloss

D-Luh

[Verse 3: Mark Battles]

(Battles! It's Fly America!)

Look, want the money and respect, you can keep the power

Plan to grab the whole world, it may take a hour

Bad hoes in bath robes when I take a shower

Pussy sweet as presidential, call it Eisenhower

My momma wit it, that honest living I gotta get it

The finest women, I try commitment, then I forget it

She riding in it but still in awe that I'm 'bout to hit it

We got a witness, I'm spitting raw with no contradiction

Whoa, they hating on the daily

Used to freestyle for free but now you gotta pay me

Career going 80 and it's starting to drive 'em crazy

Fly America, I'm a patriot, call me Tom Brady

Take it all and leave the rest with 'em

I'm done with the chatter, wanna be the next victim

Call Doctor Khaled, got the we the best syndrome

Undefeated, never lost like a GPS system

Get 'em, I bet you hate that we winning

Keep giving your opinion, it ain't making a difference

If you can't take the heat, then stay away from the kitchen

Your album name is lemonade, could be made in a minute

Get it? Minute Maid, I'm a renegade

They been afraid, I tend to blaze when I'm center stage

Pitching game on my Clemen stain with a different name

Pad all the walls, it's 'bout to get insane, flame

You could tie me in a straitjacket

Proclaimed the nicest in my age bracket

I'm really being modest cause I hate bragging

Study who I am, cram like my name backwards

Ha, it's too much for y'all

Hating on a nigga, so Ku Klux and all

The pain temporary dog, I grew up to ball

Think I'm visually impaired, I don't see them at all

It's Battles

[Verse 4: Euroz]

(Yeah, you know you can't forget the Z)

They throwing salt in the game, nigga Skip Bayless

On that totem pole shit, stacking big faces

Long list of (?) from the wrist, take it

Fly with his (?), it's why the chicks chasing

Naked if she with me, thought you knew this

I've always had a thing for a nudist

Riding on the strip, it's only right I play my new diss

Every time I hear a nigga's song it's like this in a new diss

Tell me what I don't know

Who needs a budget when the haters handle promo

Before they claim King Basquiat was the logo

I stitch crack in every line, the shit's so dope

Never been the type to talk, we a Comcast

Looking all directions possible, the compass

Jean piece 'em when the bullshit don't come pass

(...?), swear this money tend to come fast

No dubstep but I get you beta for cheap

The bed I land was made up by me

My ex is PI, check all the latest to me

Only time she touch the star, she favorite the tweet

I'm the dude like I was robbed - take it from me

I couldn't tell you 'bout the time she was taken from me

Read my pea sized proof and just take it from me

The larger picture, most niggas need patience to see it

(Don't forget the Z...)

[Verse 5: Chris Webby]

On that cypher rap shit, I’m still the awkwardest guy

Then drop flows and serve cats with an order of fries

When my album’s in your whip, make sure the volume is high

‘Cause shit is fresh, they been calling me the Lord of the Fly

I’m part samurai, part Spartan

Part ninja with a pirate’s attitude, proceed with caution

You wish you kept it moving after you step into warriors

Who butt heads like pachycephalosauruses

You won’t be standing when the fucking dust settles dude

So now y’all know exactly what the fuck my pen’ll do

I’m close, I can feel it in my gut, call it seppuku

But ain’t no swords involved with all the shit I’m ‘bout to execute

So play it cool like ehhhh, yo his shit’s straight

Like I ain’t what you bumping at the gym while you lift weights

I let these kids hate, then ask 'em how my dick tastes

And write a whole mixtape on one fucking sync break

Bitch, name a kid who could rap that dope

Since high school, I held the pad and the backpack close

While them one hit wonders, they could stack that dough

They’ll be in gone in 24 like a Snapchat post

I’m a ghost motherfucker, shit I need me a tan

A strong drink and a model on a beach in the sand

But that’ll come when I accomplish all the dreams that I’ve planned

And get more radio activity than seas in Japan

Every station in rotation, they’ll be playing my shit

Until then, I’ll be anywhere they pay me to spit

You ain’t got shit on what I’m gonna do

So pump the brakes like a school bus and stop it right in front of you, bitch

[Verse 6: Emilio Rojas]

Emilio, my name is synonymous with the truth

Like Chris Brown name is synonymous with abuse

(Fuck the system!)

It’s like it’s anonymous in this booth

I be riding uptown with some mamis that’s in the coupe

And we don’t like nobody except the clique that we rolling with

You ain’t on the dick, I expected you to go and hold the shit

Buzz a little bit, I ain’t have a label promoting it

I never had a fucking co-sign, I been alone in this

My heart’s cold, my ribs are refrigeration

My lungs are like ventilation, don’t fuck with this Venezuelan

(Just the tip!)

Now y’all will get fucked with no penetration

I be rocking All Saints, they cuts have been venerated

Ah, our generation is drug addicted and lost

But I ain’t judging nothing man, Jesus carried the cross

And Mari bust it open, them Virgin Marys are gone

If Jesus was a carpenter, license seen, he has a saw

Street code of ethics, the code of silence

And I seen a fiend so co-dependent on dope we buying

They took his ass to court as a co-defendant on trial

And they lock him up for what they should treat him for ‘cause they wylin’

Shit ain’t never change, it ain’t gonna

They should make my people legal before they do the marijuana

Instead INS will be rushing us to the border

‘Cause you can’t tax a person for wanting more for they daughter

(It's E to the M-I, L-I, O, I'm saying)

[Verse 7: Cory Gunz]

Whoever want it can get it, word to you and yours

I don't buy convertibles, you know they shoot in doors

I ain't to be slept on, but niggas asleep

Like the king to be crept on, so niggas'll creep

Stay in your lane or get swept on, cause niggas is sweet

Yeah he came with his weapon, for niggas to weep

Try and name what they rep on, the niggas'll reap

Anything getting stepped on, my niggas'll leak

Shouldn't have played, playing for keeps

Bullshit all ya'll talk came with receipts

I aim, squeeze, bang and repeat

Stain in the streets

Think before you rap before they clap the brain out ya peeps

Skullcandy soldier, (...?)

(...?) full of shells like the Zi in Zeeti

Let the Macaroni fly, satisfied when you bring me half of only I

Then you laugh and throw me fire

Pause this rap shit, been ahead of my time

Ahead of my grind, no pawn keep a head to my nine

Nothing in my mind made up, I made up my mind

That's if a nigga play us, I'm facing my time

Want the crib (...) can find

Hardly got living room space, haters lamp shading my shine

From the cradle to the grave of my grind

Filet a nigga from the navel to the waves of my nine

My influences are cable and crime

Making bagel designs and being a fucking tornado with rhyme

My influences are cable and crime

Making bagel designs and being a fucking tornado with rhyme

I'm done