Rittz - BET Cypher 2013 lyrics

[Verse 1: Wax] You watching this, I don't need your co-sign Regardless I'll be chilling up in the hammock in no time Hawaian coast line, my girl's so fine Bikini blow-drying up on the clothes line No mind on the bovine I puked up the blue pill we were forced to eat I'm intolerant to the lactose in the corporate teet I'm starting not to want to participate or compete Weren't we meant to live a life more complete You know there's people in Peru right now that are hunter gatherers And many recent studies have found that they're happier than we are I'm to rapping what the Kardashians are to PR Preface my name with a D-R, huh But I made a plan to kick the game in its smelly rectum And I don't deviate like a healthy septum I'm the truth and it hurts fools Yeah go type Wax in ya Youtube search tools And buy some merch fools [Verse 2: Rapsody] Despite Sprite I thrist for mics Like the look on racists' face if Kanye was Christ It's unbelievable, put fear in a poltergeist He shaking twice, spit something that the Pope won't like I'm hoping Mike will understand my ultralight Like a Sosa night run home to momma, damn she nice Moonwalking, I'm just a talking and it's really all light 10% dis or I can give you 90 tonight Hurting for life, turn ‘em blue like I'm Walter White Couldn't face me with Skype, ‘til we cake like Tina and Ike At your throat boy, fly like Elliott's bike Extraterrestrial flow, I'm so outta they sight In the stars, where Kendrick threw bars, you was abroad That G5 praying to God, I brought in the squad And look how I bodied it like Playboy cards Now they outta control like I said I'm the Queen of New York It's rap [Verse 3: Emis k**a] Today we are going out baby it's wow I bring you to the moon, say hi to the world You purr and say “miao” and I'll bring you the Chanel I take five stars from the sky and I put them in this hotel Brr, I'm more than cold, I'm Sub-Zero The sun kisses beautiful people And I burn like a vampire Get undressed, enjoy the tropical sea Which is the end of the world f** 2012 off If I would have fistfight and would take a lot I'll fall down but the on a red carpet I've got so much swag that if we go around People don't know what I see The panorama or my shoes I've got a watch that shines so much that I don't even see what f**ing time it is I treat you as q queen, because I'm a king If I were Christ, I would wear the gold edition crown of thorns [Verse 4: Rittz] I'm getting paid, I finally made it But haters don't' want to see me win Well I hate the word swag I hate people that say "my G" and "fam" I hate "I gotta listen", I'm what Hip Hop is missing After this one they'll consider me competition For the record just because you rapping like you mad Don't mean you snapping, you just sounding raspy In Atlanta we don't ride to that I bet he get body bagged I bet he wouldn't win a boxing match I'm quick on my feet, I could dodge a jab You run up, you gunna run out of gas Cause I'm on top and I'm rhymin' And choppin' like I was in Karate cla** Ya body get sawed in half You're faker than a knock-off Prada bag, off my launching pad Dunkin' on ‘em like I'm Dominique Reppin' Strange my chain is stuntin' on 'em, bada bing! Off the chain I should probably party with Charlie Sheen From the South but I wasn't brought up like Paula Dean And y'all are lame I'm ‘bout to X y'all out I write whatever so f** it if I let Nas down Yeah, uh-yeah, get my album [Verse 5: Jon Connor] Yo the flow is timeless like a diamond So when I'm rhyming, I'm mining They said I was stuck in the rough And you was just lucky to find it You was foolish as Frankie Lymon If you decided to try it or fight it This is Andre the Giant vers' Daniel Bryan Yes you want it hot, well allow me to change the climate If the shoe was on the other foot you wouldn't even know how to tie it Somebody tell Rita Ora I sort got feelings for her Got a crib out in Georgia we could raise a son and a daughter Or we could go out to Florida where the weather is just as gorgeous Baby I ain't playing no games like I ran out of quarters Hold up this is getting outta hand ‘Cause in a year I'mma be saying I'm not her man Doin' the U are not the father dance ‘Cause this is Michigan, proof feminine rappers be talking Ain't nobody genuine, I be k**ing it They can't touch him, everybody feeling it But look I cleared out all y'all that got in the way And y'all knew that I was ill, but now my doctor is Dre Aftermath, AVM, Flint, Michigan