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YouTube Cypher, Vol. 2 Lyrics - Artist : Crypt
[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 whoa 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 G.O.A.T. I could do flippity hippity enterin' in the vicinity Cookin' up hits like I'm Breaking Bad Walter White Jessie when makin' amphetamines Shits 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 With 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 In my 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 OJ's wife by the time that I'm done [Moxas:] Moxas Yeah, check 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 They prolly don't get it, I'ma hit them with a chrome in it Semi automatic flow I gotta get it though I'm kickin' in the door with it Like oh shit it's the dope kid with the flow so 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 mmm mmm like I got lice If you cop verse I will not write, and I got slime like a stop sigh ugh 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 [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 tight rope Hittin' that shit from the back dog She probably gonna need Geico She knows that my pockets are so fat They probably gonna need lipo Bitch I made a quarter mil' and y'all ignored until I started murderin' these beats, I need some more to kill Now my pockets lookin' green they gettin' chlorophilled 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 over compensate That's why all these women hit me tryna over populate 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 [VI Seconds:] Yeah, God, God, God Oh lawd the most slept on on the site nigga In a different pedigree dog I show my bite bigger Worried 'bout a diskile 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 from 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 mothafucka's nice Tell KSI that I'm actually Beerus, gawd [DKRapArtist:] To all the people that say I'm the bomb I'm gonna blow up that's what I'm made for 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 Man you ought to know Like the Vatican with out the Pope I want all the smoke Hi there, I'm DK, I'm new here 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 Comin' 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 and a full zipped Body bag they won't find out where the corpse is I'll always be myself with no apologies DKRapArtist, everybody go and follow me [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 Tourettes 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 dog And I ain't homophobic For a mil' I'd get 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 For badly attackin' with words that they murmerin' 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' Ya 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 [Lex Bratcher:] Yo yo yo yo, it's the girl about to rap Huh, yeah, you know I'm on the fuck that Been ready to fuck the game and use these rappers as my cum rag 'Cause listenin' to y'all is like pressin' on a thumbtack And these rappers they itchin' for the clout Snitchin' for the fame You know that it's a snake if you just listen for the 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 muthafuckers 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 It don't matter which language spoken I vanquish these angry faces who try to steal my focus My staff with me I pass the seas like I'm the real life Moses [Devvon Terrell:] Ah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Hold up I done made some enemies Up like the son 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 O'Dell 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 Kill 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 mil' or two So I only share the plate with a chosen few If this a five star meal you a frozen food [NemRaps:] Listen A wild beast is let loose in the forest You screwin' yourself like Darth Vader masturbatin' using the Force 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 that Flows tight by 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 I makin' a mil' off of rappin' no cappin' and I am not wearin' no VVS I got so many rhymes my rap sheet is longer than a receipt at a CVS It's finna go down better go now 'Bout to hit 'em with a four pound better know now I ain't talkin' about guns just talkin' about bars Don't really wanna be the one to slow down 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 [Scru Face Jean:] Aw man, haha 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 fallout boy Fuck all that noise 'Cause now I'm in this bitch like ya 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 them 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 ummm 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 Brraatt the Tom like MacDonald They asked me why I made all these bars about clappin' people Grew up on battle rap plus I showed you mac is lethal No class in people but I'm gradin' like professors Throw you in a lake and now you really wavey like Quadeca Tried to run but I'ma catch him See 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 [Quadeca:] Oh, oh, yeah They like he finally entered I guess it's time to be bitter I'm on every track like a parental advisory sticker In a new league They tryin' to keep me from gettin' too hot I got spice so I'm gettin' my bleu cheese I cannot be measured so I am unruly You can't get through me I'm an IUD to all of these pussies You know I'm gonna win it In the end I need my rupees 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 They all rushin' tryna do as much work as what I put in I'm Putin, I'm puttin' so you know nobody else is on par Stoppin' in the tracks when I drive in like I'm a cop car Fuck rap shit I got bars but look like a pop star Look like the Buzzfeed intern who gets employees their Pop Tarts Instead I toy with the top charts now they heard of me An emergin' MC But you ain't got the M's So you just an emergin' C Get it [Mac Lethal:] Yo, yeah, ayy, uhh, 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 hand guns 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 And 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 50 horseman 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 you flows 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 bitches 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 proudly ran that shit through FaceApp Prolly thinkin' shit is sweet and I'ma beat you up on camera Like fuckin' ASAP Rocky copy [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 ya pick I'll leave 'em shuddered 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 beat like meat sweats Rap is a house and bitch I am 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 hoe 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 copyright 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 [Joey Nato"] Who made this beat? 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