Royce Da 5'9" - Cypher of Bread and Butter lyrics

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, 5-9, Canibus Uhh, uhh-uh-uh, uhh-uh-uh uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh uh (yeah) Wooooo! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Rap's my bread and bu*ter Rap's my bread and bu*ter All I do is pick the pen up Get to writin n***as hear me Get to fightin when I see 'em Get to fightin them cause I'm a [Royce Da 5'9"] Emcee, the truest breed, I'ma live on So whatever this rap sends me, I'ma perform You can get an idea of how ill I be when I spit Light three bombs, you'd be like, he hard No longer do I do what I do for TV Do this for my hood, I ain't rich but I'm good All I see is essence what the lines do is definitely Time to expand my horizons so rep this with me Firin, pick you apart, make you gone-o Nobody f**s with me, my spit change to pyro My b**h ain't Cubano, nope, she's Serbian And I hope, you know that I murder with caves like Osam-o I'm the reason they choosin to put they dukes up I'm the same reason they move in them bulletproof trucks Me and Canibus ain't invent it, we just depend on it To eat and if you be in the streets you know how we spit it Cause [Chorus: Canibus] Rap's my bread and bu*ter Rap's my bread and bu*ter All I do is pick up the pen, tattoo the rhyme To your face, written in skin, let's begin [Canibus] Rap bread and bu*ter, gutter, broken language the hustler Starboard rudder, the Coast Guard cutter I'm the studio night owl, stress give me white eyebrows Who the f** I got to fight with now? Yeah, conspicuous characters creep through America With a k**er chemical in a canister called Canibus Crazy as crystal communicate correct signal I call it lyrical, they call it criminal Call the commissioner, I'ma crucify the christian Caligula Like they crucified MC Christopher I cast the Canibus symbol in the crowd If there's beef on the ground, I'ma to carve the cow Now, smuggle contraband through the can*l I check my clip on my chamber, sharpshooter style La costra nostra, deep like Deepak Chopra I kick your door down in loafers Forty-five in the holster, AK in the baby stroller Babies with baking soda, my lady in the Rover A midget with dreadlocks down to his toes With flows I expose what nobody knows [Outro: Canibus] Rap's my bread and bu*ter Rap's my bread and bu*ter Rap, bread, bu*ter, what the, f** we gotta Do to get recognition for lyricism brother?! Rap's my bread and bu*ter Rap's my bread and bu*ter...