Chris Webby - RAW Cypher 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: CJ Fly] [Verse 2: Nitty Scott] It's the Queen of the cosmos, cream of the convo The wavy Buddha baby, get your lady a poncho Hit you with the [?] flow, the two-piece combo And rap for Eric Garner, we ain't f**ing with five-o A bright being inhaling these God particles Why these n***as whine like Jamaicans up at the carnival Uninhibited in habitats to be had You just pack a lot of racket with an act to be mad Young, black, and gifted and no gas, I'm lifted Know that I'm crafty when I crack the cryptics Where are the pickets, I picks on the bigots And why when you kick it all I hear is crickets I been true, pen game tend to offend who Fronting on the camera just like pretends do I was rocking venues I couldn't get into 19, right, never guess what I been through You're missing the old me, so listen to old me Refuse to let the motherf**ing ma**es control me Used to love the caterpillar, now you hate the bu*terfly? Fronting on my catalog like I don't keep it [?] f** it, I recover, s**ers utter in another life I just feed them supper like a rubber in your mother's eye Ha, so won't you pa** it to a pacifist Tired of these hoes getting fancy with Kirk Lazarus That was hazardous, but I speak compa**ionate f** it in my bucket, word to Jesus Christ of Nazareth Blasphemous, I mastered this, ashing on an activist Said she want to see the [?], she had to be a masochist Y'all ain't got no poetry, all your talk is cancerous Art school mommy, catch me macking with the man*script [Verse 3: Chris Webby] Motherf**er I'm a sick puppy I'm like a young husky with tapeworms I came in here to spit, if they stutter I'm taking their turns Cause I'm so F-F-F f**ing nice that only a turns Battle? You'll be leaving like Spawn, covered in face burns Me on the mic, you'll see the coroners watch Just waiting to carry what's left of the beat up off of the block The company that brought me here Knows that I'm RAW when I rock Your jaw's gonna drop whether written or off of the top Italiano, I'mma bring a pot of sauce to your spot Do you like Michael did Solanto when that officer watched You'll barely get to taste of veal, quit your talking and stop I'll [?] just like a cowboy k**er Marlboro box Say I'm not dope? They almost like to argue a lot Cause y'all are tripping like you're on that sh** that Mario pops But I'm a fun guy, women say I'm awkwardly hot That's why your girl is at my parents crib offering twat I'm like "Honey, my mom and dad are here So let me call a cab up dear While I do that you look up a telly on Google Maps, you hear? And nothing too expensive I'm not broke but I got taxes, it's cool Watch the work I put in, you'll call me Vladimir" Lyrics out the stratosphere, I'm over your head k**ing sh**, but haters want to see me choking instead Want to see me? Shine a black light right over your bed Now you know what your girl been doing When you go to your friend's Get more neck than an egret wearing a v-neck Don't even know how she can breathe Why she ain't leave yet? They call me Webby, got that Peter Parker reflex The most underrated emcee yet Some people heard me six years ago When they saying that Webby s**s But y'all ain't checked up on me lately Huh, homie? I've leveled up Better bars, better flow, better b**h with a better bu*t That's why they better bet on me Cause I bet when they stepping up Swing, batter batter, I'ma strike 'em when we settle up And rhyme so f**ing hard That my wheels fell off the metal trucks Never had no metal tucked, only gun I got is on Nintendo When I'm pulling that sh** out I'm popping every duck You better duck up, better luck next time Cause a white boy from the burbs is like a phone s** line Yeah I'm f**ing you with my words when I be blazing on a beat And after this, you would think they named the papers after me RAW [Verse 4: Smoke Dza]