Chris Webby - Grind Mode Cyper (Part 2) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lingo] Uh Huh, Grind Mode Cypher Chris Webby in the building I am one of a kind You kinda one of them guys Who dick ride other men Right? Talk sh** run off, then hide When I catch up, think back, that’s hindsight Tap the 57, See red, Live a blind life I shot ya In order I was proper East Coast Peace Flow Big, just like Papa My popularity skyrockets So k**ing all of these b**hes You calling a dime, drop her Get persecuted, they saying your words are stupid And that hip hop is causing the violence, its murder music If that’s the case, I’m smashing a ba*tard’s face Walking a fine line of Masta Ace and Pastored Mase I’m way pa**ed you cats that masquerade Get the mask and raid your house, then you’re pa**ed away And that’s the way I’ll bury your past time Just pitch and make hits, America’s past time [Verse 2: Johnny Conceptz] b**h show time, you need a whole army to hurt me Ya’ll a**es will get shocked From the words that I’m dispersing They want me to hook it up like Kareem Your not deserving Magic Johnson with the torch I only pa** it if you’re worthy Damn, that’s a hell of a scheme An intelligent being, with devilish dreams Man, it seems like I’m something you’ve never seen before I’ll bother you now Then bottle what’s left of your damn spirit from A Ouija board Like, why should I take it easy for? If that’s the case, I’d quit rap And start relaxing at a beach resort You misdirected like a street detour And I’ma fix that a** up Like plastic surgeons on a sleazy who*e Please be warned I swear you don’t want the drama Better get your run on, like a sentence without a coma Mumble rappers k**ing the art like some suicide bombers If that’s what rap’s become, I’ma body the whole genre [Verse 3: Ohms] This flow will make you yack When you do, take a breather While you’re hunch style Use your back to kick your back lifting my feet up (C’mon) Follow the leader, at last they follow me fast If I were to hit the breaks Your face would slam against the dash now Tell that b**h to stop yelling I’ma shake her If her brains are bouncing inside her skull I’m doing you a favor It’s my nature, the havoc that a wreak Boy I’m smoother than both my cheeks After using a Gillette Razor (Yup!) And f** these haters, matter of fact they feedback All of my words are bullets and they’re aiming for those kneecaps So, your weak a** really needs to mind your beeswax And catch three [?] for [?] And paid wherever you sleep at, dig? That mean rap, no chance of showing mercy They [?] done had me, but my visions looking blurry So I’m captain of this game I be something that they idol Only way to strip this title is if you rip it off my jersey, kid [Verse 4: Tha Red Baron] Coming through and I be breaking down every single suspicion that [?] [?] [?] Never considered a rapper, just a hip hop [?] So, regardless of whether you like it or not, here’s my position I gotta be competition to those opposing the vision My vocabulary be dropping with near perfect precision Dividing them down the middle like dutchies with my decision I’m pursuing every pa**ion of mine, but ya’ll just wishin’ I had my favorite rappers mad at me, that’s how it goes Because we got a bigger crowd response at all the shows When we seen them afterwards they turning up their nose You know what they say, all that glitters isn’t gold Lingo, Baron and Webby better go grab a machete This Cyper’s Cloverfield, hope you keep the camera steady Never be sleeping, or we creeping in this b**h like Freddy It’s Grind Mode, ’til my feet up and my casket ready [Verse 5: Chris Webby] I’m that young Italiano Just call me Tony Soprano, with a little Lucky Luciano Chicken Parmesano, Capicola, Pasta Fazool Sopa, Fancul f** you Ya’ll don’t got gods on the young bull I don’t know sports or fashion Is it John or Steve Madden? I just rock a hat and a white beater with jeans saggin’ Spit fire like Pete’s Dragon Na, na, a combination of all Calise’s 3 Dragons All stuffed in a G wagon Attacking ’em when I go HAM See Webby now a grown man Who failed the D.A.R.E Program Badder than Lindsay Lohan Back I’m flipping the flow man sh** I’m really losing it But I still rap so smart you think my brain is a computer chip Ludacris, with that Word of Mouth, how you think they heard about this crazy white boy motherf**er droppin’ absurd amounts of bars That’ll leave you on a stretcher then I’m swervin’ out Circle back and run you over again like a squirrel and bounce So never step to this, I’ve conquered every nemesis That thought they could spit on my name or wiggle a head at Chris I’m not a shooter, but someone hand me a weapon b**h And sh** I know how to put the cartridge in like Sega Genesis co*k it back and aim it, but wait can someone explain it? Is the safety here? Cool! Now run for cover b**h I’m dangerous Ya’ll are stuck up in the matrix While I’m running up on stages, making money off what I love and it’s f**ing amazing