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YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 Lyrics - Artist : Crypt
[Dax:]
Back from the dead to reclaim my shit To the studio, straight from the crypt Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it, this a walk in the park, I'm dogging it Got bars like a gym, this light look close, I don't even break a sweat while squatting it I took off just like a rocket ship, this beat's like Steve, I'm hawking it Cosmologist, not from Earth, if I beam down and rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO That's three times two, that's two plus four, this dog's a god, reversible Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now, on my own I can't stop, I do the opposite, when it looks like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it When they all thought I left, I was right in the heart of it, I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness, I don't want to say it but they've never stated the obvious I am the ominous, if you think that I am a human, then show me the documents If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence, I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance I don't wanna hear an excuse, or your stupid accomplishments, all the shit you do to repair what is weighing on your consciousness, I don't wanna- I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it so sharpen swords This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored And now my bars all boomerang just like the hammer on Thor I tight rope on this beat, when I rap it's all core I'll upload it on Pornhub after on hardcore I can't sleep if they sleep, if they sleep, let them snore My work speaks, if they can't see, then I must and will do more It's Dax! Stay lit in it, bit Look, look, look [King Blitz:] Anybody wanna try me, I dare it, tryna get a sample, let's clear it I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga? Kill you then bring your parents back together, like marriage, split 'em Flowing aiming at your brain, what that mean? It's detrimental You cats more like kitty litter, know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles I'm running with this game, catching plays, I'm too official In order for you to beat me, literally have to provide me the instrumental And even then- look, look I'm riding my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killing this shit Real as it gets, must be bananas and don't get caught slipping, I peel with yo' bitch Hearing them talking like they want the smoke, but, you need a crowd, like, this shit a joke Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special, I heard you were special, like, give him a note Causing damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today, smoking on cannabis Realize, I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin They panicking, amateurs, all of my haters building a colony Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies, follow me, follow me, follow me, King! [Ashtin Larold:] Heyo, I'm back, hi, Susan! I hope you remember me I been training, waiting patient to unload all this energy I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century I could die right here and now, and I would still leave a legacy Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits I took a break from writing cyphers and I wrote me some hits Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit But, I'm back with my fucking arsenal, unloading my clip They say I turned into a mumble rapper, mumbling, how? Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumbling now? I'm just proving I'm versatile with my style and sound I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies Been here since day one, you are not on my level Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil [Ekoh:] Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rapping Started acting pussy, talking shit, guess I'm a bitch magnet I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor Fuck rap, when I'm on tour, I'm holding up convenience stores Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow, and the dude's super dope, but, I haven't got a cape yet I don't even got a big boy job, but, I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck I know don't nobody wanna say shit, download skill, like I'm plugging in the Matrix I been doing work, never getting a vacation, back on the grind, every time it's amazing I just gave birth to greatness, named it the bar and raised it Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious It's crazy how these dudes be gassing up on instrumentals Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up I'm Disney Plus, like, all your favorite shit just got rolled into one My mission done, I'm doing all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missing one [Crank Lucas:] Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go On mothers Monotone Medley, I rap like I'm sick of it But my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug Got a safe with 40 mill' stashed underneath a rug It'd take two hours to dig it out I got your chick cumming so long, she still squirting while I kick her out It's 2020, I been rapping since the 90's At this rate, I'ma be rapping till I'm 90 DC born, and PG raised I'm at the one on this cypher running PG plays I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen You the messiest zestiest nigga, a whole queen I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger 'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas [D.I.L.E.M.A.:] Yeah You already know what it is I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J It's psychological to have these minor goals Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent YouTube vs the machine, you know that we go realer Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller Been in the field, so, they sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film Words nice hands match Mr. Rogers open Uppercut will tippy toe them like Bow Wow posing Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull No jamming on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable [Carly X:] Look The name is Carly X, by the way Hah, look I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is Crypt passed me the ball, ain't no running back, but I'm running shit Came to set it off just like Cleo, yes, I'm a gunner chick You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be gutting shit Welcome to the slaughterhouse, walk in, you ain't walking out If you love your kid, don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round If they want the beef, they getting cooked, just like a quarter pound' Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous Let me inform ya', I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements Y'all chicks is boring, I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman Then I turn 'em purple and blue, just like they play for the Hornets, I'm bugging I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night Flow so cold, I'm killing any mic on any site Top five, if you can't see that: the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at I ain't Jamaican, but, this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka! Yo [Feral The Earthworm:] My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killing it financially Make music every day, get to chill with my family I'm free, not just physically, but mentally I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me Yet, here I am, fucking walking contradiction Always on the stage like some overconfident musician But often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab A yearning for obscurity versus the urge to secure the bag Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe That I rhymed into existence just going off what I knew I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honor art's integrity Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities This is the biggest Internet break I've ever gotten And Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety [Samad Savage:] I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove That they know cable abled faking the news, they play with the youth As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who? Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat, and do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat Imitate the films we see and be ill, but, chill, it gets really deep We spill a soliloquy as we heel the week, make 'em want to still believe That we all will achieve through our skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner, speak Braille, 'cause it bump when you feel it In the slum of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums, even still, I'm really young But, got no fears, only fear الأعلى, show beard Like, here's my goatee, only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here You could find me in the cut on the East side in a mean ride, giddy up, like, "Yeehaw", 'cause the inside Of the Porsche got the horses, of course, it is gorgeous, the form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat And I'm armed with a gat, get along with a 'grrat' when it tap, your face get changed, Snapchat They sigh for your cypher, my side for deciphering rhymes when you rap, haha! [100Kufis:] Now they know that we planning something, the planet is hitting the panic button Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffing It's nothing to make you fold under pressure Nevertheless, something special extraterrestrial specimen, not professors Lecturing, trying to decipher my message, dissecting by milliseconds I lyrically kill a record, I'm feeling reckless Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive The beat is my choice of a murder weapon, they know I'm repping The 5-7-0 when it's time for a show, I rhyme with a flow that's topping the chart One click got 'em sick, like, Kufi the shit, you lil' shits popping a fart Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark when I ride through your block in a shopping cart My saliva is similar to molten lava, y'all shoulda knew I was hot from the start Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot .40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch, lyrics so delirious When Crypt had sent the beat, I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit Kufis! [Futuristic:] Lemme start it off, if you recreating troops, then you should call 'em off These rappers talking hard, but, they sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs Sick, I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge I'm the plug, always was, look at how most of you started off Never need a bodyguard, look how they looking up to me Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut So, when you ask me what I'm doing, my response is "Nuttin' much" (Sheesh!) Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul I'm talking 'bout the ones if they hit you, they would'a broke your jaw Back to the rap shit, I needed a break I see my mistakes, still on the rise, the king living great Woo! Sheesh! [Merkules:] I was 15 with a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty Now, I'm simply the best MC, got the industry going through a frenzy Nobody dope with the pen like me, leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee Gotta go for their throat, so, I'm at light speed, like, fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach Who's next? Want beef? Get addressed by me, fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps You can S my D tryna flex like me, with these kinda bars, we expect IDs Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yelling 'ABC', I'm an XYZ Y'all slept on me, so, I felt like we should finish what we started till you rest in peace It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run, get the chills when I kill all these children for fun Every lyric's a drug, are you feeling the buzz? Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come, got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue, had to kill switch, ill shit, deal with my crumbs I'm matching the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me, I'm ahead of my enemies, everybody a centipede If anybody thinking they ill as me, I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy The pen in me is not no friend of me, but eventually, my YouTube views keep proving my legacy Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be, I hit 'em so hard that they losing they memory Ain't nobody fucking with the kid right now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out Take a look around, I'm the shit right now, everybody else need to sit back down [Crypt:] First off, lemme start this cypher by saying we run this shit Cypher spitters representing, like the senate in this bitch Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit But it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it 'Cause when they ain't get picked, they start to diss and hide their bars in remixes I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fucking B.A.R. I missed They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand But, when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shitting his pants Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends With all these people from my past, I got new enemies in From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after 'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore Heart is telling me to stop, brain is saying "Sick 'em more" I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse But, this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snagging bodies It's a hobby, probably show up at your door and get to knocking Like, knock-knock-knock, everybody wanna try to be subtle when dissing until they get Caught-caught-caught, then, they be acting so innocent in my vicinity, bitch, you'll get Pop-pop-popped, then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped, don't nobody come and take a Shot-shot-shot, then, I get to laughing like, "Ha-ha-ha!", then, I'm gonna grab the mic, and Spazz like I never had done before, I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore And anybody coming at me, know I'm full of madness, and I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore Check the scoreboard, never took an L, that's for sure Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord, but, you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back 'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq [No Life Shaq:] Look, dat's tuff Man, I'm finna go hard I got a couple fans watching, and they here for the bars I got to a million, and they say it was luck Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screaming, "Dat's tuff!" Finish dat man, finish dat on the beat Crypt say I gotta eat, so, I gotta kill 'em Shaq always been a real one, so, they gotta feel him And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million If we talking 'bout making that Skrilla, one of the realest To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings Concealing all of my weapons, put 'em up in the ceiling Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peeling I'm No Life Shaq, respected well in the game Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catch phrase So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet [Joey Nato:] Who made this beat? Nato! |
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