Metaphaurus Raps - LA Outfit Cypher (Ft. The Chief, Dantana, & First Amendment) lyrics

Verse 1 (The Chief): Put ya hands together, but ain't nobody holdin' rosaries This is LA the weather is hot, but no one is cold as me, I Dead 'em and leave em in dirt, thats how it works man k** at the expense of a verse, it's gonna hurt man It's gotta happen, no matter what the people telling me Sending you them bars for anyone committing felonies I, do this for real, I was smoking for the feels Now I'm higher than sky, man somebody take the wheel I can't focus, I'm seeing all these colors in my eye sight Balling like I'm kobe, homie, all you see is highlights And in the end you gon rank me among the best You gon think about the past, and hold them banners to yo chest Los Angeles the homie, the city where it's all good Chilling with prettiest angels and yet they all hood And never mind how all the people talk about style Flowing all this water give a f** about a drought now Verse 2 (Dantana): You staring at LAs greatest Get your face fixed On the road to success and I'm driving so ebrasive I do this for my city matter fact it's for my state b**h Like cartoons clothes is mother f**er never changing Ugh Yeah im so Ukrainian You see what Cali made of em So hungry that I'm snatching every mother f**ing plate from em Eat it in their face then I ask em how it taste to them They say they rocking with me, but I sense a lot of hate in them Tell me why they hating him? Hope they ain't lost faith in em Even Angelina knows there ain't no breakin em Keep them b**hes on they toes for my awakenin You know how that sh** goes, but there ain't no Drake in em DanTana mother f**er if you ain't know yet 9-5 with the hustle like I'm working for a check Ride or Die for my brothers like the matters life or d**h And I'm never getting muzzled cuz I say it with my chest, boy Verse 3 (First Amendment): Welcome back I know that you f*ggots missed me I noticed none of you diss me cause that would be way too risky f**in b**hes flatter than playin ultimate frisbee I drink a bottle of whiskey Your raps soft as Radio Disney Rockin gear from the oufit of Los Angeles Like 2Pac in the 90's you know that we keep it Skandalouz Runnin like a vandal with sandals I keep my candles lit Doin this sh** so big the whole city can't even handle this Don't try to cancel it I'm runnin laps smokin fast Only got one rubber I'm really hopin this ho can last Flag is at half-mast You rappers are so trash LA Outfit shine as bright as atomic nuclear blasts Don't have enough cash or Drizzy on the chorus Not a better squad to ever come after or before us Horny as a Stegasaurus Dick stiff as Rigor mortis Put your body in storage and pa** it over to Metaphaurus Verse 4 (Metaphaurus): Save your pen ink for your autopsy report This is karate with swords I'm not sloppy in form Yo, I'm piling the floor with dyin bodies of all s**a wack emcees I can't stop bothering the morgue The way I flow I rip tidals matter fact RIP Tidal Lately Jay's had too many Z's he's been idle He once was an idol I'd write watchin the throne But now I'm watchin the throne You might stop him with clones I'm second to none, but you? second to none I'll give your dentist some fun right after dentin your front Told you not to f** wit me the soju brought the drunk in me The go-to for the dumb mc's who won't do more than touch the keys Stuck in the comments section of YouTube instrumentals I'm Cthulhu with a pencil and I bruise who missed the memo My brain is a train wreck and I got some loco motives Dare to go Toe to toe with the shogun poet who wrote this?