Chino Xl - Grind Mode Cypher pt.1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Lingo] Uh huh Grindmode cypher Chino XL in the building They say let bygones be bygones, well bye, gone Can't trust what you see when you watching an icon Cause ya'll fake to me, baiting 'em all blatantly Ain't gotta be religious to see you're a false deity God [?erupt?], God of war, i got 'em gutted My deadly jabs, they heavy bags I'll knock the stuffing Out....so stop the frontin', i'm not for bluffing You think i'm drink em under the table with all the shots he's ducking Powderpuff, your b**h in a man's cape sh**, it's a damn shame, A vision he can't change I ain't gotta throw a punch to body a guy b**h I'll make you lace yourself up, like Marty Mcfly Kicks You wanna monkey around? I'll flip a chimp last boy scout on a rampage, get intense I scorch the mic, burned figures get a glimpse They yellin' R.I.P. but i been missing prints [Verse 2: Big G'S] I only rap to cop your utmost respect Cut throats on deck And this rhyme's like a size ten on your neck You get lined up for the mind f**, pray and hope for the best Cause my flow is a loaded Tec so i spray till there's no one left And i don't show mercy when i speak, but ya'll detect a sense of urgency Like each verse was murder in the first degree Stand inside a furnace spitting flames And I embrace the heat Then hammered every beat i ever heard Y'all ain't got nerve to speak Keep my name out your dick-kisser mister spit sick as quick with the script [?Brawl?] game fist in his sister I slang next level goes postal, I've always delivered Dog i'm off the meat or hook, chain,meat rack and the Richter Tell these s**ers, if i want it, i'ma take it Ya'll expect to catch this fade and i get praised for going apesh** Anger set the stage, for lacing bangers in the basement Flamethrower, game's over homie, i am not to play with (Big g's) [Verse 3: FNX] When I spit, you should be terrified I'm that Christopher Reeves smoking Kryptonite while he's paralyzed You don't get it, let me clarify I gotta diabolical plan to scorch the Earth til it's sterilized ?? horsemen, who will impale often Choke to your video shoot, you and your camera guy Rapping like I have no fear of God On the low, I'm mostly sending a message to Pharaoh's God Beat bludgeoner, lyric plunderer, spirit summoner Doing those rappers like Mashawn did to Governor And now I'm going for the jugular And if I die keep bodies like Hell's Kitchen like the Punisher Bars, I north star, thunder 'em - rain I can cause a ma**ive drought and then flood the terrain I take heads as souvenirs Cause my flow up out the sun, flamin' Shakazulu's ?? [Verse 4: D-Gazz] Y'all sadistic rappers, spit flames to the page ma**acre Back in the days cause ma**ive mashups to raise tracks of us Glad to my face, backstabbers, stab with blades on my back Packing a phase, where packin' macks in the crazy malady Attacking an activist, practice my words actively Trashing these whack rappers who rapping crap on the track casually Catch a battery, you feeling energized and leak boy Gotta squad of real deal, your squad is decoys Practice what i preach boy Careful what you read boy That's the only answer when the angel's on the scene boy My rhyme's are elementary, basic, and I can barely Yet I got a cemetery with seven stone heads to bury you f*ggot You softer than picking beef with a mattress Pick up your feet and smash em Or shatter gla** on the avenue The baddest ba*tard.... So back your f*ggot a** up, 'fore body catch your abdomen [Verse 5: Ayok ] If I was told to let the beats rock and beats told me keep talking I'ma listen to the beats, they don't speak often I'll keep causing a heat wave in hell Contract k**er, I pre pay the cell Y'all scene stay in still, get the picture, cut frame and now I'm like my hair, got straight buzz, f** fading Try attacking him right after they give up hating I'm higher cla** then em but only got my nuts weighed in I could Rip Lee's, Believe It Or Not Fold em in half and once again from the knee to the crotch With a phone book on each side and in between em is rocks Guarantee you mothaf**as gunna see what I got Seen a lot, I'd scream out "f** the police" at the cops But I don't wanna half court like unbelievable shots You ain't equal to the people I spot, I say ya done Y'all ain't heavyweight, ya full of yourself and weigh a ton [Verse 6: Rippz ] The Brawlers shirt I rock is XL On a cypher with XL, these other rappers ga**ed up Wait til they f**ing exhale My guess is that they s** a dick probably because s** sells And a brain must be off the chain by the insane weight ? Hell, I'd rather be sh** broke than a dick ?? You gotta be f**ing kidding me, is this some kind of sick joke You'll cake the makeup on because it's fake it til you make it Then they double the amount of jizz they take Until their lips ?? I'd rather be stripped buck naked and dragged for acres on a combination of hot concrete, grip tape and pavement Until my skin look like Ryan Reynolds in Deadpool And no chick will want to f** me cause they're tryna cypher the next ?? You think I was looking for friends That's how I'm trying to get my s**y back Rollin' with Timberlake, two puddles of blood with buckets of Ajax Yeah I'm that mutherf**er You heard me right, Rippz absurd each word gets worse I living the "flip the birdie life" [Verse 7: Chino XL] Till I'm dead and [?]buried with [???] juvenile worms My name is embedded and burned [???] in the underground circles where I'm preferred I will carry the superub word burden till my d**h is confirmed Reading in the afterlife what I did right had these n***as concerned Disturbed to perturbed that the amount of absurd verbs[?] that occur when I serve these murders with a perfect surgic[?] [???]... that submerge you to the earth's surface With my poisonous purpose put you in a [?] urn ... Nazi furnace, that's chrome like I'm Germany's own ?? I intimidate you, you'd rather work with my clones If you on fire and it cost me one cent to squeeze the trigger I wouldn't extinguish you I'd scribble my signature on what's left of your bones Vocabulary is what I'm marvelous and morbid with There's 10 pints of blood in the human body I'ma have you leaking all of it I'm on some write at night, dipping a feather in an ink jar The Veteran man who thinks hard Who's haunted mind is an abomination of ?? The only hatred that comes out of my trachea ?? Prepare to go to war with me better contact a historian If we went to college together I would have graduated valedictorian Scoring how I infect ya,?? That is constantly going off like Wolverine through a metal detector Yo an rap artist who can't rap is far from an artist You're garbage, you're reminiscent of a guitar-less guitarist You can't click on Worldstar for your life, soon you in love with a cocoa I'm in love with starting a revolution If my brother Proof was alive, we'd laugh with each other Had a lyric bar set so low a midget couldn't limbo under it sh**'s crazy