King Critical - Best of Brooklyn Cypher 2014 lyrics

[Verse 1: Franco Vegas] The boy Vegas just to look at you from uptown Momma had to learn quick had me at my age now Kept a blunt when she [?] Gave me tough skin that made me the man I am now I grew up a screw, hung out with shooters The dribbling kind or the guys with 9's and Rugers So you outta your mind if you think this Yankee boy coming with these weak punches you can call me Frankie Jude No more crutches to lean on back to me against the world bout to get my swing on New York great I get my Bernard King on Outta this world I should spit this sh** and cling on I got 99 problems and the team ain't one Well, 98 cause the cream ain't one And if you got a problem I'll create one Get your mans for these bars I cremate son While you n***as talking Gucci, Louis, and Margiela I'm thinking my man yella tryna keep my people better See the difference 'tween me and you never equal So just give me my space before I'm pressed to delete you Flow chill and the bars so lethal, chicken Ya I see you my talent was scared, me too I grow fond of my lyrical strength Got him jumping like Olajuwon fakes on the paint I see they catching on gotta take in the bank You been reaching the stars for its right up in your face n***as talk a lot of sh** but you better know this I ain't a Christian we can battle and I'll leave you soulless You probably think I'm nuts I tell you the whole list You wanna call me a dick well Ill tell you to blow this I'm tired of being nice man who's back to menace I think you whack so let's see if it's fact or fiction [Verse 2: Radamiz] For Hot 9 might come with a hot 99 Check my watch on the jet as the time flies Bedstuy centerfold they ain't men they get menstruals Slapping 8 rappers I got tentacles Mad sick, got my temper in Bellevue Hospital Be hospitable hip hop, I'll even take off my shoes Never got f**ed over by whacks so celibate I'll sell you bait on how to rear in heavy weights as a welter weight I'm warning you G I'm here to Regulate The game I'm playing make lettermen's levitate Worst flaws better than your best features Worst verses better than your best features If you wrote my worst lines they'll be your favorites Always told I'll be paid if I had patience Been cunning with the conundrums Got December locked when the summer come Running it so you running from You tryna trick me with subtle lies, counter your s**er punch Got mini me's double my size make bucks double up Somersault Franklin and Grant like gymnastics Who knew dead man in a coffin could still back flip In my Swiss made loafers Swiss knife swiftness b**ha**ness is a sickness and you plus for the symptoms Only we looking back if the parking parallel Peter Parker climb the walls you built to wish I'd fail [Verse 3: Yung star] Better than me on the mic is what you never been Nevermind I'm ahead of them n***as who's set to win A better fighter better fighter with a better chin Could take a hit could make a hit take a sh** let me settle in My demeanors cool but any given moment it can switch don't be confused tryna see it's me or goon But I'm me I'm sick no remedy for this sh** everything I kick had its feature smothered with ether fumes So of course where your speakers boom [?] Cause if I cut your a** with one of my track it'll be your deepest wound Deeper than an ocean path that leads to a secret tomb That seen through the wide eyes of a blind got his [?] Ya I'm sick n***a My flow is easily compared to razor blades knives and daggers I rip n***as So change tones or get the strap and a bandage My n***as we break bones no collateral damage And I'm slicing the vaginas something like a [?] having awkward intercourse With an enormous honkey donkey they say I wrote this the sh** that's hopeless That leaves you sick the coffin an uneasy wheeze and a [?] [?] you lay it down to rest reaching out for the deck that I caused it You couldn't sign a check to get out the deck what the cost is Exceed your means [?] before you're forced to report to the coffin And n***as yelling they the kings of their house But half of y'all want to be the kings of the south That's why a n***a like me gave respect to half the sh** you say out your mouth Y'all be treating this rap game like you laying on your couch Getting way too comfortable n***a But what you thought? Ain't nobody come or you n***as That b**h Molly in the Molly's probably comfort you n***as But I ain't with it once I get back to lyrics then it's done for you n***as [Verse 4: Ioan Delice] I've been over looked by loads of n***as Got me detoured on verge of exploding n***as And nicotine got all of my teeth eroding n***as Don't feel I need 'em cause I'm tryna be the truest spitter f** a [?] type that eats his dogs out his own liter Or to get rid of another potential winner? Colder than winter I could give a f** if desperation got me throwing both my fingers up I ain't saying I throw them under the bus But if they jay walk as the bus comes I tell them not to rush You probably blush man I'm sick in the head All the n***as that wrote me off gon' wish I was dead I keep it realer than most on this side of the coast As far as I know the rest only see through a scope Roll an L then I toke in the air I blow smoke Spit cold in the 3rd degree like murder I wrote n***a I'm absolute ain't no imitating my flow The sky ain't the limit for I am way more higher I'm way too fly for these n***as to see me I'm up now looking down all you n***as look tinnie I'm sitting top of the mound screaming the f** is up now? Salute to all of my troops before I begin to execute Bust like I was popped in a double Duece Through your mother goose feather flew knocking pussies off the f**ing pedestal More truth in this booth than a confession room Feel like my mind gone as the depression looms I'm thinking crazy I thinking I may be looney toons But f** it I'mma embrace it if this what looneys do Girls wanna do me n***as wanna fight me Rappers can't lyricise so all they try to do is bite me Back to my senior year I swear nobody like me Try to cut my a** when they did the most likely's They said I'll be most likely to be hooked on weed Living bummy it's funny cause now they front like they love me They try to reach out I cut them off now their arms stubby [?] [?] ain't none of you worth I'm absolute! [Verse 5: Madwiz] I go on like peroxide, in like chicken from Popeyes I used to play stupid but then I got wise Now when I see doubles they be ta-tas, make 'em Shake like maracas, to make the world turn counter clockwise Trippin' on n***as that's my size, giants and titans Duffin' n***as instead of trying to light 'em I come to accept the fact that I'm anti-social If it's me you tryna get close to stay hopeful Wiz, for your wifey and your fatherless kids That's how it is, I ain't sorry I did I already did, and b**h I never look back Meals you could cook that, but understand you'll Never have my heart, you ain't know You was waiting for your cab from the start And it's parked outside until you have to debark But the God's ruthless, and cupid couldn't shoot this But yo I'll never sweat that though, time to get stupid The rottweiler, hundred dollar stack piler Who pops collars, chasing the money like cops and robbers Cats in my dog house? I'm going all out Madwiz baby 'bout to show you what the war about Put you in the position to watch your mouth When I pull the sword out, give your friends liqour to pour out My occupation is giving these rappers more doubt They not nice I'm gonna pull a hip-hop heist For all the days I was starving it just got right And f** a Bentley, I couldn't even cop bikes But my luck changing f** thugs and f** banging Some of the stuff I'm aiming, would have had my bu*t hanging From the gallows, blunts I puff, same sh** That made hol shallow, and I'm smooth like allow Who the pharaoh of rapping and the hood's Dirty Harold Who point the barrel, and put the f**ing slaughter to the cattle So I can clack it, turn this actor into an actress I be flippin on n***as like I was practicing gymnastics Word to my gla**es, when I catch wreck it's ma**ive Up to the last bit dawg, who you wanna clash with? Dangerous [Verse 6: King Critical] Left Arrow backslash k** em right arrow Yeah that's embedded I'm headed for yo marrow I'm picking your bones thug for f**ing up my harmony Bodies get folded up if these n***as don't honor me You ought to be in a different sport cause in this court You'll get your arteries torched and of course that'll be the cost If you bother me, see my only option is k**ing em When in a black hood in a black hood full of Zimmermans f** simmering I'm Yosemite with the synonyms Sit em in everybody's body that's why they listening Smack the baby and everybody that's at the christening Notorious Crit f**ing the game til' my dick is in The dirt, but a n***a put in work Can't tell if I'm kicking a** or if I'm kicking a, verse Swear you n***as is trash one word for y'all, hurst If there was a fountain of rap you n***a a died of, thirst Safe to say I'm back again leaving your abdomen Like you had spoil milk by accident Loyal built till the soil spill on our backs again Consider this rare but use that sh** as acronym Cause real and raw excellence that's the message I'm pa**ing em Get the message my message leave messes when attacking em Flow is so precious but yet so precious when I put pa**ion In When asked for the best they send thea god but I ain't African I was taught batter up or be cake batter and I'm way pa** code like computers that they be hacking in I guess I'm the elf of this rap I see Cause its n***as with no presence tryna rap like me And where I'm from it ain't no black eyed peas Just blacks in black black eyes and black eyed peas But i studied got good at showing my mental with a pencil So the raps Get more woooo's then a Ric Flair tribute The sh** I wrote be the sh** you wrote with a stencil I paint the thickest coats you need a coat to get in to I'm too cold yo 10 jabs won't equal to these two blows Raps full with cracks like the diapers on a sumo Tell the ref blow the whistle these rappers coming up too short Come up too close and get the treatment of a Newport n***as is glucose all sugar in you writers They see the best of Brooklyn now everybody do Cyphers You could cypher if you want you get cyphered like a blunt Time to pay the piper you peppers bite us you pickled chumps A never see me if you put pcp in the punch But it's pcp in the punchlines tryna punk mines Treat you rappers like you wrappers now its crunch time Cause I'm the pro of this era can't compare these eyes They peep the steez see J's and swear he fly R.I.P STEEZ couldn't sleep when had to hear he died Once the care leaves I'm Achilles i'ma k** these guys I'm so serious It ain't even a spec a man in yo specimen You'll see L's before everything like a Mexican Bar for bar ain't no rapper next to him They destined to be equal like wheelchair pedestrians Mogul club we the ones you should've invested in The beasts of this coast but we ain't in the same set as them That ain't no diss I got nothing but respect for them But honestly if you want honesty we the best of them Last year I said I was a charger so you better dodge This year I'm saying I'm your father I got better bars