Gradient - No Name Cypher lyrics

I'm that no name loser who tries to write rhymes But he can't find any inside his blind mind In his free time and he declines to pen lines ‘Til Nate texted me like “Tonight's the deadline! You got your verse written?” Uhh… strictly speakin', no Even though he sent me the beat like three weeks ago Nate I got you, don't wait until the weekend yo I'll write a quick rap about how frickin' weak I flow Cause I s**; I'm the worst of my kind I sound like Lil Wayne reading nursery rhymes In my words you can find I'm a thief So I'm robbin' thick verses but worse, and I blurred many lines Other rappers get hype and I know they're real So I won't diss you, you're nice and I notice sk** So trill, you're the type that can close a bill While I bite rappers like Mike did to Holyfield I just make some inferior rap stuff It's no wonder there's nobody hearin' my rap stuff Your jam stays gettin' pirated, landlubber My fanbase is entirely my grandmother So they tend to say that this kid is crazy Y'all eat rappers, I eat biscuits and gravy Bet you knew that I'm bumbling and rude I'm out of my element, sayin' “Phone's ringin', dude” Your stuff is hot, when you're yellin' the foes dig you My flow's frozen; I dwell in a cold igloo You're fly like a pelican, no emu So deep that Adele couldn't roll in you I act like I'm harder than frickin' limestone Mispronounce vegetable soup and call it minestrone And I can't even legally drink To save water bill money I just pee in the sink Yo, I'm just stickin' to the facts, what I spit is frickin' whack Not a menace on the track, in a second I react In a minute I come back with a mega whack attack But I got no talent, the Rebecca Black of rap You're often on while I'm off and on, always rockin' wrong Pounding on the ground like I'm Donkey Kong But I'm knowing it well When I'm flowing my voice sounds annoying as hell You're the Siddhartha Gautama in the art of rockin' raw I can't kick a flow, I can't even kick a soccer ball But in a hurry, can rap like a natural disaster Track's spinning faster But I'm about as real as the Hash-Slinging Slasher Yo, check my single, it's like nothin' But if you think I s**, hit the dislike bu*ton Twisted like a French horn Play the rap game, I'll just sit here and benchwarm