Cam Groves - PDank Cypher 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Essence] PDank Cypher number two I, I never left you, never turned my back Kept you when I met you, respect you, there ain't no turning back I burn the map and keep on trekking on my own trail I'm sweating but I won't fail, these records come with low sales My soul prevails, you can hear it into China I'm that lyrical messiah, throwing spears with a vagina Appearing with us, it's spirits building pyramids inside you That feeling's when I'm rhyming with no heaters when I pull back The lone lady plus the leader of the wolf pack My flow crazy, man, I'm ether and your pulse flat Go and don't debate me, I'm rabies mixed with a Hulk smash Then fall back, pull back, keep your bars low My flow is automatics out the window when the car slows Let the scars show, tell me what to do with it You know we been a movement, we just getting to the root of it [Verse 2: Spose] PDank Cypher number two, ayup Yo, yo, yo Yo, I bloviated less, but the Associated Press Knows I got Susan Collins giving dome and brain and neck Bro, I been on; LL Bean on the accelerator Then I hit the J like Solange in the elevator And what I'm spitting is the juxtaposition Of what you want to hear, plus what you don't want to see written And every scripture I've given had a nice f**ing balance I been cold off the dome like the ice bucket challenge I'm hungry, I'm needing a belt It's Peter, your leader, from Wells Still speaking the truth for the people who too busy working to speak it themselves Still reaching my hand in the gutter and then I been pulling them out of the ditch Still repping for everyone struggling just to get food in the mouth of their kids You maniacs tentative, shady-a** gentlemen My lady's at the settlement when Brady pa** to Edelman Sipping on a Bissell or a trickle from the Netherlands Hunger of a rookie with the wisdom of a veteran While you're dismissing all the wishes that you had in mind You spent too long lamping and the genie from Aladdin died [Verse 3: Jay Caron] I'm a number that gets called when the squad needs buckets I throw caution to the wind, my attitude like “f** it” See, I done worked too many hours just to do this for the love of it Been thirty-three-plus years since I did landed from the mothership Cats be like, “I always knew that Jay was on some other sh**” With talent off the hinges, middle fingers to the government I'll take the weight and carry it, my style, I'll vary it I'm royal, cruising through the shows in chrome custom chariots The rhyme inventor with a temper, don't be flaring it My fuse is short, I rap for sport, the people stop to stare at it Don't give a sh** what critics say, my vocal cords get ricocheted Off the walls and into ears while dancing like a kid in play I swing away when at the plate, a ba*tard who procrastinates Laid up on the couch, just sitting naked while I'm half-awake I'm pa**ionate about my rapping so I do it often Bury me at sea dressed as a captain when I'm in the coffin So count your losses as the season's ending ‘Cause solo stats don't mean nothing if your team ain't winning [Verse 4: Mike B] Mighty Mike B, Ock Cousteau Yo, Mike B on beats is magic Peace to the peeps I rap with It's PDank, and all these other cats need to practice The beast is back, Mike, I've earned the right to boast Rising to the heights of clouds at night, throwing lightning bolts I strike a pose while they fashioning my trophies And these rappers that I'm bashing all are bragging that they know me Their fans all want to clone me Phone me? I won't answer it I'm busy eating sandwiches, smoking up on my cancer stick Give me my chance to spit, torture sh** in ritual Rewards are looking handsome like a portrait of my physical Slap it on some currency, politicians heard of me Got a call from Barack, he want to talk every emergency But f** it, I got a plot to get my peace Fake my d**h and then return after my posthumous release Drinking vodka on the beach, writing nautical songs Blow you out the water like sailing in tropical storms f** it, it's on— Ock Cousteau, we both Aquamen PDank in the mint so I can sponsor up a proper jam Damn [Verse 5: Cam Groves] Yo, I'd rather make you crack up than act tough And write the stuff to make people turn the track up And all the rhymes that I hack up, got ‘em stacked up You could pack ‘em in the back of a Mack truck All you cats is a pack of wack duds You rappers getting pa**ed up like fat s*uts Grab my nuts when I walk by Focused on my mission with the vision of a hawk's eye We need division like apartheid ‘Cause I'm better with the bars and more driven than a par five I'm not hard, but I'll hit you with the rawhide From where you're sitting, my position is a far cry You's a b**h and you should listen to a smart guy Use a little bit of wisdom, play your cards wise Yo, I'm throwing down and I'm calling your bluff And when it comes to dedication, man, a lot of you s** Not in it for the bucks, not hollow as f** Eat a dick, swallow a nut to follow it up b**h [Verse 6: Shane Reis] Uh, look I'm underrated, I'm not the one who's saying it You can see it like the shape of a hand holding a bayonet It's Mr. “Do A Show Even If They Underpay” Because a little makes a lot, and I'm nutty on the stage But there's other fish to fry, I'm just letting out the lines And you roll up in the reel with a short amount of time You be rolling trees while you riding on the pond And I'm surprised that I can see you while rappelling from the climb This sh**'s braided in me like a rope lay be Rise with the tide, but your neck's not where my throat may be You want a shot at me, I'm like, okay, see You're like somebody from Seattle repping OKC See, I'm fresh off the top like I copped a new fitted And I'm only indigo like my flow's got a blue finish Your post on the totem's like hugging the floor They want that raw joint to buck to, I'm loving the score See, I got that one-two, I call it Russell Amore(?) But if you're getting out-hustled, then what you hustling for? Reis