Gomez - Kick In The Door Cypher lyrics

(Verse: Datin) Forget a punchline, these lines pack a punch And they hit like a stiff jab to the jaw When I spit rappers they'll call up the dispatchers Like man down, send an ambulance now The truth hurts and it feel just like an avalanche plow through yo speakers, huh With the spirit in me, I spit fire, like an aerosol camp bein' sprayed at a lit lighter Burnwashed hands give you thumbs up like hitchhikers I think you wackin' full of cr*p, like a kid's diapers I propose art like Mozart, with metaphors so deep They catchin' half of you so raw(?) And go hard as a crowbar, my whole squad, a bow guard The army is Satan with no paw Uh, now homie, you know who I'm down with Gold over money and yo megastyle wild clicker These artists hide the truth from you, so we here to spill the beans Like a cleanup on isle six These dudes buggin', where's the black flag? They garbage, go get the trashbags Even tho I flow grimmey as a backstab I represent somethin' greater than me I'm puttin' God over that cash Hashtag, you rat trash, I'll make like Mike Tyson I hit you, you fall back fast, sucja (Verse 2: Bumps INF) By nature, I'm kinda hostile to the gospel that's written That make me real sloppy like the body condition The bigger pun, then I run from the God that has risen Man, I bounce like Ricky scratchin' lottery tickets I run into the arms of the one that is still my joy But will I fight a lot? Nah, Illinois Christ the God, it's a miracle I'm still employed When I fought like the wars of Jericko were still a choice Yeah, yo, I gotta do betta Hell's hotter than rockin' two sweaters while in Cancun's weather When I'm out of line, like rude gestures Fall and sin? Man, you see the sinner fold, Hugh Heffner That's a ridiculous statement, I'm ready to rumble like BUffle when he gets in em cages So tell the devil to bring it on When I'm the sixteen gone I'm gon' be higher than ching ching chong with a freakin' bong Yo (Verse 3: Selah The Corner) I been in this game for years I was an animal before that Sound the same, mixed with Hannibal before rap By my side with the foreign rap Holdin' up a convent while I unbuckle an unbroad strap I ain't glorifyin' nothin', homie, fall back I just want the war back, show me where the sword at That c**aine, yeah, we fought that, so I rap with the blacks Sittin' with white keys, where the chords at? I'm tired on these cono rappers, they got the green movin' like the pack is But when the beef and the heat walk, all of that, the reverse Dawgs turn to rats when ya lookin' at em backwards Get it? Stars, rats, backwards, most of these rappers who claim that they clap - actors And doin' they rhyme numbers but they non-factors And crackin' all in the sight of these youth hackers They don't know the way that my God will make That bread of life what my God obey So any now and then surround it, I accommodate Like em fast winds all around like a fan when it isolate Return of the king, I'm preparin' em ? the adversary, I'mma come and put the fair in em Slashin' and tearin' em ? on, got my hoodie on way before they started shootin' us for wearin' em (Verse 4: Bizzle) Bizzle, uh, homie, I was born for the war Cut my own umbilical chord with a sword Could of sworn I'd be 24 and no more Who'd figure Biz' would be on the tour for the Lord? Not me! I could have been lost and off in a coffin And tossed behind bars with Rick Ross's award(?) Instead, I walk with a cross on me And often I fall down But in light of it all, God offered a pardon Some of y'all won't feel this rap here If it makes you feel better, I'm dealin' crack k**in' my own, lettin' that semi clap Till Traevon dies, that's when I grab the hoodie and act like I give a cr*p How ill is that? Do cats really rap like trickin' on Christmas? n***aes dealin' crack, fam, you eva seen how rock make a person act? Coppin' kicks for the whole block and reversin' that? And no, they ain't beef when I see em But I stand on my words when I meet em You so brainwashed, a rapper could be in jail For raping a little girl, and you throw a shirt on that say 'free em' They want dope? I OD em, you want the hope? Consult Jesus You don't want Him? Keep frontin', you gon' need Him And yep, I'm a Christian, but you touch my women And kids, then you can trust you gon' meet Him This ain't a thug talkin', this love talkin' The beats, the plate, the bars and my love offering THe game wicked, I'm done watchin' I lyrically body em all and drop hip-hop off in one coffin I know the truth hurt, so it's hard to listen when the bars ain't about pricks Or the cars I'm whippin' k**in' n***as and doggin' women You probably so used to the word b*tch, it sound funny when I call em women I bet they wanna k** me, and if not, they finna Here to expose every lie they give ya So whether I make friends or not, make ends or flop I'mma go straight in, every chip, and the curve changes the block So I keep fightin', and no, I'm not Jesus I'm just a repentin' sinner with a goal to be like Him Listen!