Murda Mook - 2014 Live On Stage Battle Rap Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Arsonal] I'm from Newark, South Ward, you know the crime rates You better weigh your armor, me and karma on a blind date I used to sell firearms through the tri-state I made money off ratchets; the Mona Scott mind-state My lil' homie got an AK bustin' Big ratchet blazin' b**hes; she Nae Nae puffin' If your bae-bae comin', I gotta hit it first On the car dash she in; I'm tryin' to Ray-J somethin' We all eat, I brought my team to the jock All the groupies wanna do is be seen with the squad This year Mook was crowned king, I seen with my eyes But ain't no church in the wild, so what's a king to a God? Ca**idy duckin' me, Murda Mook duckin' me Me and Joe Budden beef over with, luckily And for the rest of you industry n***as kickin' it I want y'all in this ring, tell mommy sign the permission slip [Verse 2: Couture] My momma told me "Break a leg backstage, it's all yours." Now I'm snappin' on cam, salute to Paul George I got it locked, Rhode Island on the map now A "G" to the "AR" in the field with his cat round I hold my own, all my hitters in the background Trigger happy pimpin', yeah, they quick to lay the MAC down Ride with the blicky, makin' power moves like 50 I'm too live, fancier than Iggy Said I'm the queen in this game of chess I'm right now and I'm rated next, hangin' with the vets Jewerly ice cold, look like I'm doin' the ALS I'm in your city, but I'm holdin' down my state These rap chicks is food, throw 'em on my plate You got four, bring four more; they gettin' ate I already got the caskets, I'll see y'all at the wake Man, I ain't got time to chop it up with fakes Since day one, I been A1, you can pour me on a steak [Verse 3: Calicoe] I got a million on my mind, n***a So I ain't tryin' to waste a minute of my time with ya It's always ones that not around that wanna shine with ya I was taught to show the love to the ones that grind with ya Show shout out them boys that I'm gettin' paid with And shout out to Wiz jumpin' on Day's sh** Ain't make no money from music, but I done made hits If I was makin' it up, it probably would make sense And BET deserve a round from us Last time this year I was in the streets wildin', bruh Detroit, they still ain't heard the real sound from us No disrespect, but if they take it personal then round 'em up And Uncle Snoop talking 'bout he got the loudest blunts Threw him a zip and now that boy cop his pounds from us My momma tell me I scare her hangin' with all these guys But all these guys saying I ain't hangin' around enough [Verse 4: Murda Mook] So they threw me to the lion's pit I came back with the lion, taught 'em how to sit Sit, I'm nice, better acknowledge it Or I'll fight the whole show, like I'm Jocelyn Get me? All these s**ers lollipop'n Club the olly oxen, they always wanna get in free King of battle rap, comfortable in first place Hear the finish line is all mine, heard Drake? Have you flashback and the actin' is real here Cripple your career, put it back in a wheelchair Get k**ed here, ain't no chill here, my demeanor Don't play the field here, Degra**i, it ain't greener I'm a detonator, because of recent events now You gotta be strapped in the elevator I smell the paper, lead me to the power Chicks holdin' my rod, like Mimi in the shower I'm a horror, BET ain't mean to bring I'm shinin', Steven Hill meet Stephen King Grindin', weed, pills, leaves, and spring You buyin', you need a deal, I need a ring And I'm that boy that you all should fear Call… I'll be sure that it's all good here Better know your boundaries or let the four wood flare Jack boy surround your door and they all stood there Last time they had me viewing from the back seat Second I was by dude-in-that-blue-hat seat This time I'm on stage with a rap sheet I'm doin' pretty damn well if you ask me Now the teleprompter tellin' me get off The voices in my head still tellin' me to get off It's that Rick Ross weight loss, chillin' on the beach Figure since I'm here might as well make my own speech Like, first, wanna thank everybody that tried to diss me Second, I wanna thank all you b**hes that wouldn't kiss me Third, I wanna thank all the f*gs that didn't list me It's because of y'all that we here makin' this history But let me stop, ‘cause I see I'm going over top Y'all don't even know what I'm saying, y'all just know it's hot