Caliber Beats Productions - #JerseyDevilCypher Rap lyrics

[Verse 1: Mat4yo] Call to tip a repeat offender The Devil's here, but I'm even better If you don't remember, I'm the slightly censored And slender light-pigmented contender Not Ashtin, not Casper the Ghost It's a rapper who goes by “Mat4yo” Got a knack for roasting your Average Joe Here to answer the Ashtin Larold flow He texted me saying, ‘Yo, bro, it'd be great If you rapped on my cypher'…I'll paraphrase it ‘Your flow is amazing And this is the kind of collaboration for both of our names.' Last line on the track, I was coronated by the royal greats They put a throne in my face But I don't want no crown thrown in my face If I gotta be a ruler just to show them I'm straight I'm bringing the yardstick Now, kids, are my bars sick? No Tell me what they aren't, whack I'll have nun of this Let me see each one of the fingertips on your cla** list If you're cla**less, and keep whistling Dixie Then you're about to get brand-dished Mad at me ‘cause I don't rap explicit That it's not the bird, but it's the hat I'm flipping That I just don't fit in, I'm naturally different But I actually listen to the fans I've been given I'm a pa**ionate rapper with language contingent On pushing my grammar to maximum limit But I can't when the clamor's combatting my image If trash like this casts a shadow, I'm in it! It's looking like a triplet of sixes Getting whisked in a River of Styx is the Jersey Devil He has a hit list and it looks like my name is in it Tell the ferryman I've got empty pockets But I'm stopping this devil hot-head I'll test him with vim and vigor I'll give him an exorcism Or, next to the X, my signature Where this Devil Leeds, nobody knows But I'll grab him by the tail and stick a fork in the road I swear I'm rapping to a jury of his clones Will somebody tell this blasphemous Sabbatic Baphomet that I'm the G.O.A.T.? (no) Through the eyes, I am quite avoided ‘Til they hear my voice and find I destroy it Now I'm performing for guys who formerly Had a specific finger held high and pointed At boys like me, now my next employment Should be writing for them by appointment Just ask me how I find their voices I abhor it, I find it boring But if you somehow love that lingo And wanna throw me right out the window Well, first, I'll tip-toe, then go akimbo With quotes you can sew on a throw pillow Such as, “Lean and dabb, Lean and dabb” Screw Shakespeare, this where the genius at! Only three more lyrics I need to add: “Lean and dabb” Please snap… Honestly, I am quite astonished The chart lists all of these awful artists I'm not the hottest, can't turn a profit But with paper, I make concepts incarnate If a kid my age thinks this is garbage I'mma stick his name in my diss department I'mma hit the target when I clinch the market Of the hip-hop heads in the kindergarten Metamorphose to make some more foes Form a cornucopia of horns in my wardrobe If I knock ‘em hard, but they still slam the door closed All that's left is a mat for yo The costume doesn't make you worthy No chicanery can change that you're earthly Whether the Devil's wearing Prada or a Jersey This is my game, and I'm not showing mercy