Cy Fyre - Day 1 (SXSW Cypher) lyrics

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Cy Fyre - Day 1 (SXSW Cypher) lyrics

[Verse 1: Fonz-E Mak] They catch me just chillin' with Rap Genius Fonz-E Mak, aka The Rap Genius And if you racist I'm a black genius Shorty racist, but takin' black penis I mean this Fonz-E Mak the super cleanest, style crazy As Animaniacs, I anime-niac I watch hella anime Fonz-E Mak eat the f**in' cake like I'm Annie Mae Eat the cake, trynna ball in, man I'm ballin' Wait that's Spalding And I'm recallin' them times when I used to ball out Like my nuts was hangin' These nuts was strangin' Wait, f** that, but verse is 16 I be spittin, I'm rippin' sh**, this ain't written I'm kiddin' if you think that I'm jokin' She thinkin' I'm pokin' You sick and I notice Man I'm rippin' this potent Fonz-E Mak spittin' potion I'm a magician, you wishin' you could get in my position You flickin' off the light-switch Might f**in' rhyme just some light sh** Feelin' like I'm lightening, Fonz-E Mak I'm writin' Wait, I'm not This is freestylin', I'm wildin', I'm jokin' This green is, this is a corduroy But you don't know ya boy Fonz-E Mak and your b**h feelin' like I'm Soulja Boy Cause I'm the Superman And you's a fan? Cool take my picture, this a favorite pose I'm takin' hoes I'm Fonz-E Mak I feel like Rick Rose I mean Ross and I'm the boss And I'm hella chubby, but you should f** me Fonz-E Mak gettin' hella money, I'm hella tubby Open my pockets, I'm wishin' that I could stop it You drop it, Fonz-E Mak when I'm poppin' Feel like some popcorn, wish I was not born I'm dead in your head like some cold a** freestylin' Yes, b**h, I'm freestylin' Yes, b**h, we wildin' I was off-beat, but you off me and you notice Wishin' you could off me, wishin' you could talk G Fonz-E Mak, don't forget the E That's F-O-N-Z dash E After the cash like Stacey Dash just bashed me Feelin' like I'm Ashley, boy, Banks Motherf** ya, feelin' like I'm Lloyd Banks Remember Lloyd in Space? That was a cartoon Used to watch when I was little Fonz-E Mak and y'all just sweet like a pack of Skittles This a pack of riddles And this was a free-verse It's a free-verse you ain't payin' for, that's a free verse And reverse this rhyme and you should play it like a million times Try and spit a million rhymes Shockin' that's a million lines 1 2, 3 4, 5 6 wait I'm good with numbers Matter of fact, I be sleep with your b**h I'm good with slumber Pardon you, matter of fact you hella Harvey Feel like I'm Harvard, never starvin' Put up that go for bar for bargain Feelin' like I'm Tarzin, I mean Tarzan That's Nazrat backwards, you just cowards You motherf**ers actors to Mr. Rapper Feelin' like a cool a** Wait, Fonz-E Mak'll split your rude a** Girlfriend she cute, got a cute a** So I pinch it Did I mention that I'm rippin' this mission I feel like I'm lynchin', I'm in Texas Tryin' to f** some exes Matter of fact they send me s**tes, text messages Givin' me a ma**age Fonz-E Mak a barrage, a mirage You couldn't even see me, feelin' like you Stevie I'm ballin' hard with a corduroy (?) [Verse 2: Kami de Chukwu] Smooth-sailin' a**ailant, I'm paces ahead of you You came back, your b**h givin' head to dude This off of the top more often than not In a battle in the parking lot Battling a couple of cops I'm kinda f**ed up off the sh** they gave me That 20 Grand had me feelin' like this sh** was history Yup, yup yup, it's all good Joey D where you at? My raps too weak right now, I'mma pa** it to my dad [Verse 3: Joey Purp] Say I'm off the sh** that they gave me They used to call us SaveMoney army, came out the water now we navy n***as say it's all good, I say it's all gravy Hoes wavin' they hands like, "Save me" Rappers try to slay me, n***as couldn't slay me Spit it one-of-a-kind, shine whenever I rhyme I'm somethin' like Nas mixed with Nostradamus n***as talkin' 'bout freestyles, I'm far beyond it This some hot sh**, b**h I'm like the stove n***as see me runnin' through the oven with no clothes I'm too hot, see what you got You take two shots like 2Pac End up like Big, I'm too big you n***as kids I ain't trippin', listen, n***as spittin' Off of the top more often than not, it's never written Joey D, that's Joey me, no Joey Purp Spit it 'til your chest hurt, n***a, you gettin' murked Spit it like I got asthma, n***as is plasma Screens, that means they flat, 3D I'm past ya Spit it, rappin' I'm like the Pastor Out in Texas with cattle and pastures Eatin' orange juice and it's pasteur- -ized, see my eyes, no two that third eye I drive, no I ain't drive here, I fly But I got a lot of drive, n***as chillin' inside A whip, it's a Jeep, you trippin', n***as sheep I'm herdin', n***as heard it, Jesus with the sermon Worded Erick Sermon, permin', n***as squirmin' Rats on my g it's, oh my Jesus I keep the mic forever if nobody take it I mean if your lawn is dirty get somebody to rake it I don't really wanna give it up I don't really ever give a f** SaveMoney you n***as really big enough Holla at yo B-O-Y when you see O Runnin' through the G-O, chillin' in a Geo That's a car made by somethin' not Nissan You seen some hot sh**, bring it back I'm far beyond Stoppin' time, stoppin' rhyme, won't stop a line Pop a line, n***as talkin' 'bout me like I am slime That mean I'm blood, cousin Cousin is blood nothin' Blue is GD in Chicago, you n***as stay stuntin' Don't know what they reppin' in the T-X, we best Grab a jersey your team playin' n***a we step [Break: Tokyo Shawn] SaveMoney SaveMoney, SaveMoney Chicago, what's up what's up [Verse 4: ScienZe] Yo, this is sweet O, in the bag like Cheetos Really can't touch this, really can't touch me though In the Speedo, psyche, I don't write I just freestyle, yo, you best to take a bite It's right, no writtens yo, I stay spittin' And I'm committin' treason, you can't touch this man I be the reason, known as the man as S-C-I-E-N Z-E, you really couldn't test me We be the cats from the B-K We A, we play all day You really can't go astray Sometimes I freestyle, sometimes it don't come I'm real numb, you're real dumb Yeah, that's all I got though Drink the liquor, blow up the spot though You know what's real nice, you know (?) [Verse 5: Calez] Visions of livin' vivid and sh** Puffin' piff in the whip, I swear this as real as it gets Sick of the cigarettes, miss kissing your kid in the lips Twist is for different, lyrically pinch it and zip Where I'm from it ain't no second chance You build it you destruct your life, or just suffer from second-hand My n***as goin' hard, you could get the second man f** it no verse, it ain't no second man Wreck it like Tekken, man Comin' through fire-boxin' n***as like Tekken, man You could get a...f** it, check it man I got checkers and take steps n***as know I'm Wreck-It-Ralph n***as can take breath Take breath in the strip, that's 60 Like 47 and King drive, team lapped It's 2008eighties mu' f**in', yeah we mean raps We mean rise, y'all on the streets 'til a bean pa** f** 'em up