Dizzy Wright - X Mark Battles Featuring: Cypher lyrics

[Dizzy Wright] This is not to be rewarded, k**in' beats that wasn't mine When all my vocals was distorted See King Dizzy's no different than King James Cause I live to learn, the world don't want another Michael Jordan Look, even though I got it jumpin' like Larry Bird With all these white girls screaming for me Singing every f**ing word (word) I can tell that you the homeboy that ain't never riot Me? Oh I just make fashion statements almost every night I'm taking flights without no seatbelt on and landed Headed to the top and I'm leaving all of these f** n***as stranded Nothing handed, we with that learning money management movement Save it just to spend it, do a show and then I recoup it Young boss man, f** an off brand Me? I'm f**in' on this bad b**h with a big booty and soft hands That wanna be my wifey when I'm off cam But when I'm on cam, she already know the program I'm pro-gram so I roll up more grams to slow jams So we can vibe out, we the cadillac boys She hop inside so we can ride out She turn the music up and twist the weed A real n***a baby, this trip's on me [Mark Battles] Look, want the money and respect, you can keep the power Plan to grab the whole world, it may take a hour Bad hoes and bad fros when I take a shower p**y sweet as presidential, call it Eisenhower My momma wit it, that honest livin' I gotta get it The finest women, I try commitment, then I forget it She ridin' in it but still in all it, I'm 'bout to hit it We got a witness, I'm spittin' raw with no contradiction Whoa, they hatin' on the daily Used to freestyle for free but now you gotta pay me Career goin' 80 and it's startin' to drive 'em crazy Fly America, I'm a patriot, call me Tom Brady Take it all and leave the rest with 'em I'm done with the chatter, wanna be the next victim Call Doctor Khaled, got the we the best syndrome Undefeated, never lost like a GPS system Get 'em, I bet you hate that we winnin' Keep givin' your opinion, it ain't makin' a difference If you can't take the heat, then stay away from the kitchen Your album name is lemonade, could be made in a minute Get it? Minute made, I'm a renegade They been afraid, I tend to blaze when I'm center stage Pitchin' game on my Clemen stain with a different name Pad all the walls, it's 'bout to get insane, flame You could tie me in a straitjacket Proclaimed the nicest in my age bracket I'm really bein' modest cause I hate braggin' Study who I am, cram like my name backwards Ha, it's too much for y'all Hatin' on a n***a, so Ku Klux and all The pain temporary dog, I grew up to ball Think I'm visually impaired, I don't see them at all [Chris Webby] On that cypher rap sh**, I'm still the York with the sky Then drop flows and serve cats with an order of fries When my album's in your whip, make sure the volume is high 'Cause sh** is fresh, they been calling me the Lord of the Fly I'm part samurai, part Spartan, part ninja with a pirate's hat And to proceed with caution, you wish you kept it movin' After you step into warriors who bu*t heads like pachycephalosauruses You won't be standing when the f**ing d**h settles due So now y'all know exactly what the f** my pen'll do I'm close, I can feel it in my gut, call it seppuku But ain't no swords involved with all the sh** I'm 'bout to execute So play it cool like ehhhh, yo his sh**'s straight Like I ain't what you bumpin' at the gym while you lift weights I let these kids hate, then ask how my dick tastes And write a whole mixtape on one f**ing sync break b**h, name a kid who could rap that dope Since high school, I held the pad and the backpack close While them one hit wonders, they could stack that dough They'll be in gone in 24 like a snapchat post I'm a ghost motherf**er, sh** I need me a tan A strong drink and a model on a beach in the sand But that'll come when I accomplish all the dreams that I've planned And get more radio activity than seas in Japan Every station in rotation, they'll be playing my sh** Until then, I'll be anywhere where they pay me to spit You ain't got sh** on what I'm gonna do So pump the brakes like a school bus and stop it right in front of you, b**h [Emilio Rojas] Emilio, my name is synonymous with the truth Like Chris Brown name is synonymous with abuse (f** the system!) It's like it's anonymous in this booth, I be riding uptown With some mamis that's in the coupe And we don't like nobody except the clique that we rollin' with You ain't on the dick, I expected you to go and hold the sh** Buzz a little bit, I ain't have a label promoting it I never had a f**ing co-sign, I been alone in this My heart's cold, my ribs are refrigeration My lungs are like ventilation, don't f** with this Venezuelan (Just the tip!) Now y'all will get f**ed with no penetration I be rocking All Saints, they cuts have been venerated Ah, our generation is drug addicted and lost But I ain't judging nothing man, Jesus carried the cross And Mari bust it open, them Virgin Marys are gone If Jesus was a carpenter, license seen, he has a saw Street code of ethics, the code of silence And I seen a fiend so co-dependent on dope we buyin' They took his a** to court as a co-defendant on trial And they lock him up for what they should treat for 'cause they wylin' sh** ain't never change, it ain't gonna They should make my people legal before they do the marijuana Instead INS will be rushing us to the border 'Cause you can't tax a person for wanting more for they daughter