Rap Genius Users - Forum Cypher 2 lyrics

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Rap Genius Users - Forum Cypher 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Murkman] Thy tongue is thy sword, since, the vocabulary minces as the cutlery You pastry bakers? Simmered and elementary, while my sk**s are culinary These dishes I throw out, so gustatory to the buds That I have FDA Inspectors constantly, triple-checking For GMO's in my cooking, so I informed them straight up “Ain't no hoes, allowed in this kitchen!” They walked in disappointment, chuckled “You better or I'll make that swine snout, oink!” hot pointy-poking, these porky pigs So my internal temperature cooled down as my Wellington's rose In the oven, the gluttons salivate, ravenously waiting For my waiters, to dish out the weighted plates Saw my rivals in sawed halves, who entitle themselves sous chefs (Ha) More like the main course, served to my dinner guests! Prepping Dr. Seuss, to be broth in this batch, of Egyptian soup You fishes will be grilled, next to my Red Snapper, and Blue Ba** Lambs to be chopped then slaughtered, with the force of Wu's crew [Verse 2: Gold] Got b**hes is my crib and them b**hes working Louis with the Gucci n***as say I'm perping AK-47 b**h I need a turban Lambo on The Lodge b**h you see me swerving [Verse 3: Halfadelic] I got b**hes You got b**hes Tell yo b**hes come over If they ratchet lets get ratchet and pull up in that ‘rover [Verse 4: Khroam] Bars I got bars b**hes at the bars I drop bars f** yall, I got bars [Verse 5: Quikstik] Public Enemy mixed with YG, what's that make me? Lyrically I intimidate and educate thee I'm the white boy knowing about COINTELPRO So when I see racism I know how far back it goes But y'all ain't looking for conscious flows so I tear up my home state harder than RTJ When they came with Che and the Brusier Brigade Tore up St. Andrew's and left the smoldering decay With Danny Brown putting the remains in an ash tray Got me hyped enough to punch Floyd Mayweather in the face Knock his teeth out and call it a day Except Manny would have my head so let me collect it I see the bodies of wack MCs let me inspect it You hear this sh** and you gotta respect it You gonna re-read this sh** and say Damn Quikstik wrecked it! [Verse 6: Halfadelic] All I see is snitches All I get is b**hes If you talk sh** then yo b**hes get put in ditches [Verse 7: BruceLee-Roy] Put this sh** into reverse meaning I shift sticks This code is hard to crack, but f** a @Kryptic [Verse 8: Lazy] I come down from a loose high When I walk through you know these geese fly I keep it real cuz that's what I was born to do You call yourself bad b**h but i'v met worse than you I come up with the weed like shottas Big like poppa I tell them nada for the prada They come back wit the pistol and shoot gratatta But believe me i'm not fazed i'm not bothered Keeping it real but always feeling managed Bounce back from rockets with no collateral damage Put your whole goddamn career in a casket Do I love her I tell her don't ask it She'll be set up for disappointment I ain't her shrink I don't take appointments They come at me with potions for my emotions In rap I get promotions move through the ranks without motion [Verse 9: S34F00D] Check, His palms, spaghetti Knees are weak, arms, spaghetti There's vomit on his spaghetti already Mom's spaghetti, he's nervous He's about to eat cold spaghetti He's not ready, but he keeps on forgetting To reheat spaghetti, all the guests cry so load He opens his mouth but spaghetti won't come out He's running out, of the house to get some more spaghetti But he's too late, the spaghetti shop's closed, blaw [Verse 10: SystemFailure] I be that rap subzero/kano Combating hatin' mortals With the God-leeeeee flow Entangled in the 90's Lost in toonami A break come on And I'm writing flames, yo Cross the room Big bro bumping new hov Plottin on how to cop brand new clothes Cause pops lost his job and school coming up And he can't stand the fam being broke But to me it's watever tho Long as the fam whole [Verse 11: mattw16] Coming with these lyrical tactics I'm always active never pa**ive Steady rhyming through my pa**age making these cla**ics Lines always fantastic the impact I make is ma**ive While other rappers don't even get you out your seat like you Degra**i Unlike these other people I actually have character Not putting up a drake image, you're just a character I'm telling you the story of me and I'm the narrator I'm giving you these bars so you see that I'm a rare master Yeah, rap is a form of escape to ignore all the mistakes through the doors that we take Yeah, I adore all the hate, see the form that I'm shaped is a form of a great See when I'm done with this no one's a contender You weak rappers got nothing on me, you're just pretenders You moving that dope? Well you got no future I'm a machine the way I'm bending these bars, like Bender [Verse 12: iForgotAboutDre] Me spitting bars for you, is gods gift from heaven My sh** bout to blow up… 9/11 When I spit this sh** it's not written My lyrics free… Abe Lincoln [Verse 13: Trench] This man's as manic as a panic racked drug addict trapped In the attic Snackin' on a packet of crack, laughin', I just snapped my back in half And happened to slap my lats with my calves But happy, I've done the math And my a**'ll get smashed off four caps of this bagfull of xanax I jacked I'll get wacked now, pa** out, take a nap in the bath after collapsin' and drown Drag my haggard a** up outta the ground, come back as Macbeth's phantom And slap the crap outta the ma**es with a black jack-o-lantern and a five hundred pound crown I'm the town's, angry maggot Braggin' about hatchin' dastardly plans on my hammock Practised, snatched a backpack rapper by the straps and snagged ‘em on a branch, cacklin' at him till he got frantic Stabbed him with my hand, snapped his neck back, and Body slammed him into the ground so bad he backfired and span straight offa the planet I'm Bruce Banner's f**in' loose cannon, manhandlin' Batman's ma**eurs then crammin' the dead goose's head through a f**in' noose hangin' As loose as Marilyn after Jack banged her kaboose And her shoes cost a grand and Abuse used to prove who's husband was a man, (yuh) [Verse 14: ZXQaos] To yous who abuse and misuse the celestial lyrics Putrid and stupid, too useless to earn the best of these merits So Imma prove to you the true inhuman rapping a**a**in The loins of the blessed The fusioned fruit of this pa**ion Who'd imagine I'd suit the views of this ludicrous public? Use the j**'ls of this music To form confusive constructives Become the Tantalus in his chasm Inobtusely known for his actions No, sanction, Illmatic Gift n' curse, everlasting First verse profusely enpackaged Wrap it loosely in leafs of amusement refusal Rappings: then thrown in a hearse Better best of the worse Than lucrative n' a mess As ruthless and beautiful As the claims of the rest Brains immersed n' produced In my grade A diction seduced Syllables n' sibilance Burstin'ta flames is evident And so hence the illusion Of an immense insane an allusion Included in this f**in' Rudeness accusions I got For ‘em crappy modern day Judases [Verse 15: Tyrant] Movin dope is my past present and Future If my mound was any bigger you'd see me on reuters Cooking for two birds, only ones my b**h Sit there and watch while I feast on this sh** [Verse 16: TeamJimmy] Rest in peace to the game cause I'm fresh to d**h Rest in peace to the game, tell ‘em k** theyself Make your d**hwish, cause I'm too fresh Cuse I'm fresh to d**h, cause I'm fresh to d**h You go broke tryna get fresh like this Rest in peace to the game cause I k**ed it I'm fresh to d**h, I'm fresh to d**h What you talkin', I came out a coffin [Verse 17: LordSlug] I Spit Hot Bars From The Place Where We Make Cars So Hungry I Just Ate A jar, Prolly Gonna Get Charged For This Crime Im Gonna Commit Tomorrow Youll See Me With A Lot Of Sorrow, Gonna Need To Barrow Money to post my Bail, Walk Out With A Tale To Tell My Kids Why I Wasn't Around Cuz I Was In Jail [Verse 18: defacid] Taking chains and snatching names, wise eyes you can't deceive Wear a vest, cover it up, but your heart's on your sleeve Bandwagon lifers die for a dollar and live for a dream But when life catches up, and the years flash the tears stream You talk like you're rich and you're getting that guop But your lips like Earls if they Pinocchio's — Stop Drop and roll another joint, lick another blunt Smoke it, toke it, blow it — now you know that sh**'s a front Empty purpose to go with an empty purse Trying to build an empire off of a curse My pattern switches up, but my delivery is terse While repetition degrades the charts, only getting worse Pillage and rape the youth with the media Empty carca**, zombie to push the flesh, meatier k** the mind, obliterate a generation like a meteor Spread the message to your family, it's from me to yours [Verse 19: Sail Ciph] Don't call no ambulance Call the morgue I ate a sandwich Slamming your head in the door [Verse 20: Pakyed] You talk like you're rich and you're getting that guop But your lips like Earls if they Pinocchio's — Stop Drop and roll [Verse 21: KevinInTheCutThatsAscarySight] My dick is as big as the big show Get everyone excited, call it the big show I don't give a f** but I ain't a virgin Come here I'ma open you like a surgeon Yeah I f** b**hes, call it bestiality I only love the ac in actuality Yeah i f** b**hes, yeah call me calles All these hoes goes around like propellers Couldn't even spell it, but i could really care less Yeah the p**y ball like hairless [Verse 22: ChamKoopa] Took my time off the RG Center But now I been sent ta re-enter Cause it seems like y'all need mentors Won't be gentle, so gee, temper By the way, do y'all miss your b**hes? I threw them into ditches along with The_Midget Yeah, f** all these snitches like Jay-Hovas_Witness Y'all should better be able to take a few stitches Cause when I begin Steb-ing, you'll lose one of your digits Now I got everybody watching, even Hopsin's Sittin their with a pack of corn But this sh** ain't stopping And anyone who wants to be topping Me, just try and we'll see you flopping You should start robbing Cause while rapping, you're just sobbing [Verse 23: FlawlessDeizel92] Y'all be making it rain, while I reign supreme Better leave me BE, before I rupture your spleen Cause me, I'm like the A-team can't you SEE? This is the new regime When I'm busting the chrome and f**ing hoes its the same results, b**hes scream I just spilled purple drank on my skinny jeans, but my pockets are never lean I can Son you, your nothing but a sweet 16, pre-teen And I can k** you, don't make this the post murder scene More dope n' sick then gingivitis in the mouth of a crack fein Hit with you that iron, since you under a G like a golf tee Your bullsh** is exactly what I need, an eagles feast Other then that your just for the birdies You bogus times three, call that a triple bogey Like I'm always on weed, my drive is to stay on that green And you on a crash course, you'll never be up to par Don't even COME close, cause I'm fu*kING winning by far Out of this world boy.. I TRAVEL the galaxy and DOUBLE DRIBBLE shooting stars I lay my foot down, and it just so happens my armrest is planet mars I'm absolutely nuts that's food for thought, I spit granola bars Have them f**ing dumbfounded, when they find your dead body in a smart car When discussing the best, my name pops up more then the trunk a-jarred Rhymes are nothing ever less then rated R The murderous paramedic that doesn't take victims to the E-R I rather whip around the 1st made hummer cause I'm ready for that war BOY!! [Verse 24: NLbway] Last night, got caught in a gunfight, I think it was like Four n***as clutchin they burners and bustin But only could see one in sight The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe He wanted my life, come at a n***a With a gun and a knife He tryin to make me the wiped out n***a layin up under the white But I ain't tryin to go up in no dark tunnel And burn to the light And let myself be one more n***a that just got spun in the night And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe With one in my pipe But I'm not one of the type, and I'd rather lose all hung on the mic Than to be up in the yard receivin CPR At one in the night Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son'll be hyped And I've played mother nature before So yo I'm clappin thunder tonight I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright Send him to kiss Christ, and let my sh** slice In front of him twice Let one splice, cause f**in with price, ain't tryin to be nice I want him on ice, no back home To a son and a wife He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice n***a was all enticed to lead his life sheist But none of it's nice I peeped sh**, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright Instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight You son of a dykes With one in the pipe, I'm aimin to light the one on the right They all deceased, so yo my a**piece Get hunted for life Four n***as cut down, and I can receive one hundred to life Up in a jailcell, that's crawlin with lice And runnin with mice Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice Slow biz and no kid's nigs Start runnin my wife Only got one life, yo get this f**in, gun outta my sight Back at the house, after midnight I'm done for the night [Verse 25: Panta] I s** co*k like a p**nstar All these fake rappers in this cypher too lame, I'm the only to raise the bar If you see me in the club, hit me up and in the bed we can spar But I ain't gay, nah the rappers in here are They so gay, they fap to Spongebob and Patrick the Star Now I'm going to end my verse with a quotable that will be out of the blue Rap Genius dot com is full of h*mophobes, and you know this sh** is true [Verse 26: Johnathan Juliano] When you speak about the best mc you best to mention me You couldn't win this bout with four more mouths An extra set of lungs and a crooked referee When I look in your direction, freeze I'm the hip hop police, may I see your license and registration please [Verse 27: 7_letters_long] I go low fast and get high slow; viscosity I just seen some f*ggot slanging his co*k at me I've been k**ing this for years, ain't no b**h stopping me Rollercoasters my dick's long as these [Verse 28: JC_shamgod] Don't disgrace the game, I'm chasing fame With a pen recreating lanes away from lames So when I'm on track, i'll race to aim above space and planes Claim this title and embrace this reign [Verse 29: JC_Freakanrican] Close the curtains New chapters Less burdens/bird dens We the rap raptors Snatch ya chain Captors of this game Steady adaptors But money gains maintain the same For who aims for the last laughter Sinister winner Pa** the spliff to yo' pastor [Verse 30: Cordel] k**in' these b**hes like I'm Michael Vick I know I'm the best so hop of my dick And yo “Bad b**h” look like my sh** And she got those pink p**y lips Watch out for gun cause I'm murkin' n***as down TU TU TU is how my gun sounds You f*ggot a** n***as don't know bout murder I'm the best in the game just like Richard Sherman Bobby Shmurda f**s males and his f*ggot a** “gang" When I see this b**h I'ma hit him with a bang GS9 like to f** guys in the a** While Glo Gang looks in the dumpster for cash At least I'm honest to the rap game I'm just tellin' the trust so who you gonna blame? [Verse 31: RheaMarie] I'm a young but powerful female, you could call me weeping Willow And when I'm comin' for y'all n***as, I'm sneakier than the bugs lurkin' in ya pillows I may not be an emcee, but watch me go harder than a crescendo I'ma eat ya 16 bars and leave ya broke a** with zero What, you scared I'm stuntin' on y'all n***as I may be new to this but I got more dedication than winners I've never been the type to kick it, coolin' with the sinners Whats funny though is that I broke the worst commandment and swerved past my haters Can't believe I'm sittin' here tryna' out-rap n***as when I'm a beginner But moms told me thats the type of sh** that makes you bigger I'm on the come up, dodging from the lames If you don't like it then you can stay in ya f**in' lane Cause this the sh** that shows you females can play in the same game [Verse 32: KoldKam] I be spitting these sound waves, the type is sine like the ocean Hoping I get signed and see these quotients And if you thought I cared about your notions, just know, if you ain't notice I can't even look at you because this flow is frozen I'm ice cubing it with these potions Today was a good day, don't k** my vibe, or that's your soul floating I'm not even human, my soul's been ghosting That's abnormal Mind like 90's ho, I'm isotopin' [Verse 33: Francis_L] In a world of wills and won'ts I live by will and refuse to want Born in the ashes of burned plants In the realm of gla** homes Cold blooded with warm bones I withstand the impact of verbal stones As the minutes pa** by my hearing is no longer intact The audio of my cardiovascular fades Stillborn memories are still born inside my brain Mixed with strange feelings of glory days No longer panicking cause i can no longer think (let that sink in) 10 minutes have pa**ed and fire is alive on my skin Dead thoughts with a dead heart is that a sin? And to think smoke could k** two birds with one stone A shame really my life no longer reflects my tone With dead words i breathe life into mics With no life i let the mic take lives Animated, who am i to tell i made it? [Verse 34 - JCAssa**in] If you thought it was over, I'mma bout to come and finish you Damn, doing those, done damaging, diminish you I'm the one to hold the weapon and hit you in the chest JC Assa**in, bow down to the best You asthma attack when I splat a TEC bullet Don't be f**ing with my trigger I'mma pull it This the type of terror that takes the two towns Mix the liquor with the quicker and tear the roof down Emcees can't handle this sickness Hit a brotha in the chest and I do it with the quickness You got no hope messing with the man who shot twice I been thinking bout my existence and your lost life Assa**in pa**ing the clashing to fasting and blasting Laughing packing the sack in, attacking to last kin Freaking phantoms forgiving Father for filling you Keeping kilts to crazy, cannot contain we k**ing you