JFKray - Genius Users Cypher: Really Doe lyrics

[Intro:] [Verse 1: JFKray] Mic check, mic check one-two Wondering if any my lines will get through These clowns need to slow down how many rappers I had? So cold there's a snow plough for when I'm around, Mad I'm holding trident in my hand that's air sea and land Nuclear forces shoot the endorphins to my brain that I demand Insane that the pineal gland makes me picture hell Gasoline fiends for paper so they never leave their shell Sending these rappers to the depths of hell stealing their breath as well Feeling the beat and healing with heat hash peeling and then inhale These people are poor so no more can they afford the flavour But I'm evil so it makes me hate to be their raw lord and saviour Now this cat thinks he's running rap then that's the whole culture I destroy Only difference at 14 I was a rapper not a choirboy Now I love how your mind is my canvas the chief not to be found in Kansas Cause I paint this picture in your head my possessions leave your face red [Verse 2: CKoo] Yo, it's been a long time since I last thought of a rhyme But I just got a line, which morphed into my mind And it all just aligned so now I'm off to freestyle So, b**h, prepare your vagin-a cause I won't soften tonight Watch me sip a wine, while you gos-sip all time You might be a dime, but if you don't stop talking all night I might co-mmit a crime and force it inside Then I'll sleep, while you get some rest in a coffin tonight [Verse 3: Bumpman] f**ing pigs, I got some loose ends to fix If the cops come they'll have me hanging from the crucifix All these b**hes, they be looking for the pimp But I be looking for the chick with diamond piercings on her p**y lips Spent that check on a loud pack Grabbed my gat and unload a clip where all the motherf**ing frats at I don't give a f** who hit it first, my batting average in tact These n***as claim they ballin' but they really getting syntaxed Need debuggin'? All my raps is rugged And yeah, I'm really f**ing b**hes like it's nuttin' Leave these rappers like the Backwoods that I'm guttin' There is nobody that I trust in I can tell you fake 'cause the platinum on your neck is rustin' Holy, Holy, can't nobody hold me Do this sh** for mankind but I'm not Mick Foley Pimpin' pens like I'm professional at bowlin' I'm the master and the game need controllin' Hack into the system like I'm Edward Snowden So much money, you'd a thought it was stolen Everything I write is golden [Verse 4: gamemast15r] I hate life, I'll rape Christ With steak knives for eight nights Tie his a** to the break lights Then laugh at his a** while I ate rice I worship Cthulu while I pray to the Desert Eagle The worst part about this is I'm part of the lesser evil But I'll still k** you and anyone else in a rhyming spree I sold the soul of Jimmy Iovine, then hooked him up to the IV The soul of MC Ricky D told me to stop lying Stop crying, you know you ain't sh** Cause if you a plantiff then "boom boom" I aced it Don't say sh**, you dumb snitch; aftermath you won't f** wit' I don't tuck sh**, I'm suicidal, I fling sh** out in public This verse s**s as much as your girl does, she's a succubus This beat makes me wanna smack my face into a guard rail Part Mechanical, part human, part angel, part hell [Verse 5: ThaHipHopHead] Someone call the priest, the beat's deceased Soon as I step on it, bread I get, easy to see I go ham with c-notes, everyone's like “really doe?” Take a page from Gambino, are you really eatin' though? I bring ruckus like King Kunta or a member of the Wu It's December, woo! The season to dismember you With one mic, I just might illuminate ya life Still true enough to cypher, or get in a gunfight The Caped Crusader k**ing these clowns, no remorse I'll warp reality, end your career before you're even born I just might f** around with a smile as I go to Hell Holed up, well, ThaHipHopHead's out with a twelve [Verse 6: Corduroy Crook] 5 minutes in and I'm already writing 6 seconds in it's already written 7 later I'm Los Angeles bound G-going back back to the daily spliffin I'm a hater man this a poor decision Really doe kinda weird when it comes to spittin I could switch flows with a different style or flavor No dollar saver this is big change Sound so deranged- with a flow like this Rap genius no wonder why he so insane Can't slow the pain – with a knife like this I need masters show you that I'm off the chain This is record breaking This been renegaded This the best verse I can tell you hate it Twelve four one six it's forever dated And I showed you with a quick demonstration How effortless I can handle this Six teen ain't nothing but a year to me And how it's speedin up Its like a month it seems (Wait) Let me slow it down Gotta pace myself Running tracks put me in a brace once So now I kick rhymes And I don't ask for help I dont give it either I am not a teacher Any lesson learned is coming from the hand But I'm here to serve till my dying word Times up pray your rain don't flood this earth [Verse 7: BOYBETTAHKNOW] If you ain't getting money why you always in the club then? I'm So Appalled like Ye and Pusha was in twenty ten And if you sneak dissing why you tryna be my friend? You need to tell your girl to stop sliding in my DMs I met her a week ago And she really go down low She gave me her number but I never ever ring it though Flowing like I been a pro Even though it's my first go Heads all bout to turn like they was in a f**ing velodrome I sip so much Red Bull and vodka I can barely speak You try to diss me I'll put you in A and E for weeks The doctor said “Man your chance of living is looking bleak But BBK just stopped by to tell me your girl's a freak” I'm 21 you Tyga I got No Heart I'm cyber I'm tryna have the best god damn verse in the whole cypher I buy my girl designer Exclusive furs from China I k**ed the rap I k**ed the track where the f** is my lighter? [Verse 8: Anglo Blaxon] Walkin' in with a pocket of sin, Pac on my playlist Partner is parked in the parking lot,handicapped, with a getaway Benz Pistol in palm, picture the panic people havoc at the sight of a gun... "Pardon me" The more you scream; the more I go I split your wig, like Moses' pole If you ain't sh**, then I downvote Hocus Pocus, that black magic, a bag full of acid tablets just disappeared if I'm spazzin' It's f**ing tragic, an accident had to happen that night when the planets lined up, all planned by the Devil's madness I prayed to God for an answer, he responded back with lightning contact, imagine me: a tyke in pampers possessed by the soul of Marshal Matthers... Walkin in! Pockets full of Bens! For the City riiight? I just bought! New Mercedes Bens! For my n***a riiiight? I'm way too good for my own own good! On top of the game and there I stood! You plan on dissin me? I WISH A MOTHAfu*kA WOULD! [Verse 9: OGASAPTRAPLORD] Spittin' crack ya i'm freebasing I'm illuminated like a freemason Took off the mask now they scream Jason Opposed to me you flee nations Look at me and you get stuck waiting Breathe in we agree with satan Breathe out you cremated All of your raps sound predated Entice em and grin, ahead of my kin You swim with the fishes I embellished the fin I meddle with devils i developed to win The one that likes to sin The light looks bright well i'm making it dim When i walk in they say oh that's him Smacks your b**h on a whim The dude that always can Wishing you could I wish a motherf**er would!