Racine Cypher
[Verse 1: Rob Hicks]
My flows illegal in 6 out the 7 continents
Upon this planet earth, so sick damn it hurts
To know that dudes i graduated with grew up to be fiends
Ironic he's serving soap to n***as that's tryna get clean
But
I'm making a k**ing but n***as will never give props to my style
You feel a little embarra**ed cause I'm off to Paris and taking a picture of clouds
Feel like the wheel of a ferris, my cranium spinnin but I will not throw in the towel
Poppin a pill from a terrorist, the gat in my hand everyone get the f** on the ground n***a!
I set the bar to High for even myself sometimes
Outkast can't even f** with me and myself combined
I got respect for every artist in the city
But honestly I think I'm better than every artist in the city
And some people say that all I got is flow
I disagree but I did go a good job when I mopped this floor
One man high life, a conscious spittin' major stackz
I'm ga**ed up no disrespect but I don't need no stop n go
Hah
Damn rob what u name droppin' fo?
Don't get it twisted I ain't dissin' but I bet they'll listen
Reverse psychology I'm thinking deeper when I write my bars, so I won't have to pray no more when I go up and swipe my card!
Bang
Rob
[Verse 2: Eric Prime]
All eyes on me i 2Pac it cuz it's in my genes
Eric Prime the one who rocks it with similes
I'm the hot topic like where gothics be getting things
This kid is spitting clean like he's sipping on Listerine
sh** it's mr e the one who's spitting mysteries
I rhyme cold as winter breeze but leaves tracks blistering
This joint dope, got fire pa** it to me
Turn anyone thats listening to a Crack sniffing fiend
I fly high, The hero doing h**ne
They like me, that don't mean they compare to him
Above your head dog, cause it's farfetched
I ain't the same as y'all, I'm Clark kent
But know, I ain't tryna be in the Louis lane
Tryna be in the fast lane where they know the name
I get on stage and they go insane cause the flow propane
Haters grab a Scope and aim, at Closer range and go Cobain
Cause they full of regret and so ashamed
That they got burned by the spoken flame
Ya!
We from Wisconsin but you know we got that illa noise
Call other rappers Pinocchio, we realla' boy
Damn!
Fake rappers better get a grip
The only time you bust led it with your pencil tip
You ain't really do the dirt so i can't dig it
All of my raps got nothing but facts in it
So don't ever get it twisted like Back flipping
Can't see me but you'll vanish like a magician
Bro you ain't ever gunna be the man like Peter Pan
You see I'm saying you gunn' need a plan
Like a seed in sand you won't ever get a root
And I won't get salutes till I get some loot
But sh** it's cool cause I don't do it for you
I just do it, for that real hip hop
And people who don't front doe they tell me that my sh** knocks
Dudes worse then kids bop needa make like fiends and kick rocks
Why You racists hating cause I'm not black bruh
I only hate races that effect my asthma
You get it, my lungs just can't handle a fast run
But on a track you still getting pa**ed up
[Verse 3: Esch]
Now everybody from the 313!
Lookin' boy!
I'm not even from the hood, I'm not even from Detroit
But i'm a cracker, I'm salty cause Marshall Mathers Rapped on it
Called him a bu*ton on yo automobile, yea I'm a honky
What are you laughing at?
I don't even battle rap
I grew up on 3 mile, that's minus 5 you get the aftermath
So f** rap you can have it back
If I'm just a wanna be
Outta be doing R&B
Cause I can sing in Harmony
Ahhh
Im sicken wit it, pastie flow
Not talkin' Bout listeners of the radio
But thats a stereotype
Comparing me cause I'm white
And i may be dope but i can never be shady yo
Ya, ya its a cypher so they wanna hear something lyrical
But i just wanna be myself and I just wanna keep it real
Anti-Antagonist yea this isn't a competition
To my opposition don't be the best just be different
[Verse 4: Domo Bankz]
It go
D-O-M-O B-A-N-K-Z
n***as be coming at me And then telling me that I'm amazing
It's crazy, cause I was just thinking the same thing
But I wouldn't be taking no shots at ya boy cause my bullets be blazing
See Imma slow it down just wanted to get ya brain going
You might be number one but u lame D-Rose story
These n***as talking making money, rocking Tom Ford
n***a I made money from falling off of my skateboard
Flow is probably sicker than n***as jackin' to gay p**n
Got hot bars spiting fire like a flame thrower
My apologies if you think that I'm to straight forward
But that's just my state of mind cause that is where I'm goin
I see some positive perspective in resurrecting the rap game
But it's hard to get this n***as to come up when they just so lame
I stand straight, you Quasimodo with back pain
But there's no Esmeralda cause you have no trill dame
Receding when I'm checking you even though I brought back change
Trying to be some legends like track 4 on project 8
Rob Hicks, Esch, Prime, and Ryan oddity
Call that a pentagram my n***a get yo geometry
Rapping with the kings of the game it doesn't bother me
They calling me a beast F with me, call it sodomy
[Verse 5: Ryan Oddity]
They askin'
Who am I, my name is Ryan Oddity
They claim its do or die so i live this life they livin' lies
So I won't stop till these cats catching suicides
Cause i probably Ate em, Whose talkin' bout 9 lives
Playin' ya'll pussies but I ain't really feel on
Stay real on my lines, but its been off the hook
You can follow the book, inbetween with these lines
If you bored, ya we on it
The king to a rook
Just the one to raise the underground, I arose from a past life
Came out Mad loud, rolling like the thunder sound
Shot down like lightning for being so damn bright
But was I that ripe? It's time to pick me off now
Not from The Mil, must have heard that through the grapevine
Would be buzzin if you saw me on the boards to slice it
Most talk words rhymin, how i speak ain't shy
Can't be in my lane cause Racine got drive
So why these
Cheesy rappers holdin heat? Just a hot pocket
Not sick cause you take shots like docs job is
Checkin you at this appointment, Cause you not coughin'
All they know it's blown out so don't wonder why it's not rockin'
With old school flow sets, guess rust is underneath
But I say this still in cause all my pipes are running clean
If you 45 and rappin, the doors the way to go
You thirsty for the hype, know your age to old
I'm just waitin' so I know what to serve at these guys
Don't give me tips like your waiter spat in fries
Should be on poles how i am, on this magic mic
Like new smokers, no one knew he rapped this tight
Band wagon claimin' sweet stuff because
Kids forced to f** with you, came with childish antics
Now you met your match b**h, the rap game Chris Hansen
Before you front you better back it up