Rap Genius Ranch - Day 2 (SXSW Cypher) lyrics

[Verse 1: Rufat] Get yours You busy popping off and getting loud with the words I'm something like [?] you piss me off and get served Order a plate of hors d'oeuvres when you stepping on the turf When survival is a must and the chattin' won't work I'm just tryna bring it home, yous on second or first Ha I'm hated and hydrated a giant enough thirst When your mind on your money p**y comes with the perks If you put it in reverse then your hustle gets cursed If your heart ain't in it then your feelings get hurt I'm too busy on the offensive to ever get offended These stick and these stone weapons ain't hittin' my soul, check it I'm kicking it cold turkey they going for more seconds No breaking or recessing like hanging with [?] Ain't begging for no blessings, just hitting 'em all taking Consecutive headshots, we running it no questions [Verse 2: Dom McLennon] [?] Eyes the color of Elmo Sharp tongue cuts through the air like strings of a cello [?] like a jumper in 2k13 with 'Melo Cause its a hit every time I shoot these thoughts in to my cell phone Please go add the word "greatness" to my headstone Spit a verse for critics turn around and see their a** blown Back like a pez, when they peak I still progress [?] I don't f** with purple [?] I tell them all believe in me, really why not After five rounds my opponents only get side shocked So to show love for a [?] cat Whose only game [?] rap [?] That's why everybody lately sounding the same on their tracks So I give them no empathy, melody epiphany Got a mind behind me other crews are human centipedes What an [?] 'till infinity K-Double D task force [?] [?] So I ain't gotta lift a finger to address an enemy And even amputees ain't countin' me out If you thinking different maybe send my kids in your mouth Without a doubt, game over [?] drug name sober This is what happens when McLennon gets a flame thrower [Verse 3: Koncept] See I've been sippin' cranberry and very much vodka Barely love nogga[?], married won't stop that And my [?] the velcro With grease on my elbow but sleep in this hell hole Big booty latin chick getting new to smashing it True to what an addict is, cool when she grabs the dick Walt Disney, more titties, Lord forgive me More Lindsey's, more Sidneys, Lord give me Floors lifted, wait that's [?] Calm down, ha, thats whats known as my norm is My... is enormous, come over and measure it Yo come over everything you don't have to pressure me My apologies see, Kon's for the children Especially the case when your mom's in the building I'll be brown-bagging stoop-sitting Duke sisters chilling Still have the dignity to rape the beat, k** 'em [Verse 4: Punch] Yo these rappers got me too baffled Got this rap game locked n***a two shackles You a king up on the chess board with two castles Make a move my goons come through with no ha**le b**hes acting bashful I'll bag 'em easily f** 'em, let them blow and then they asking "why you leaving me?" Swear my dick is ready, rock hard, these b**hes fiend-ing me Late nights, blowing up my BBM, pinging me Believe in me, take a lesson from the dopest dog I'm devouring opponents, they think I'm playing These b**hes follow me on Twitter like I'm Moses I ain't gotta talk about dude cause everybody know it This ain't nothing new, knowing a real G I've been a dog, lost in my own crib Catch me on the intercom, a dapper don, helicop- Chilling with my concierge Hopping off the tribe world, coppin' work from Javier My whole life, I'm seeing clear through these Cartiers n***as rocking Christan Audigiers, little spot in Harlem But its a waste of money son because I'm hardly there You say you hood but yo you hardly there you k**in' me Who real as me? n***as say they gangster but they scared to fight IPhone with 30 Terabytes, a plush crib but I ain't there at night Always been this wild and not-caring type High school, higher than a f**ing plane to stare at high Scary right? Yeah well that's my MO Black stone sh**, yeah I'm a MO n***as know the demo, it's hoes up in the party n***a let's go see I'm up in S-O-B's, with the retro 3 [?] Let another n***a mold her Cause I wouldn't trust a b**h bro as far as I could throw her And the girl you calling baby, she chilling in my play pen Asked that hoe to face time, watch what she say it is She Talk about she stayed in Yeah right n***a, I was knee deep up in the twat all night n***a Truck all white n***a get that a** straight up Damn yall hoes fine, aye where y'all going? Wait up f** that p**y, I'd rather have that a** pay up I like to bag doper hoes cause I just can't cake up Had 'em eating, shoved her told her a** wake up This the type of sh** my n***a I just can't make up Anyway, back to it n***a, back to the rapping Speaking hypothetical of actual facts Cause I actually trap, what you forgot? Are you delirious? You may have had an ounce or two but that sh** wasn't continuous But everything you n***as got for me is supercilious Its simplified silly sh**, n***as can't be serious It's the P period U-N, to the C-H Got three cars, three cribs, up in three states So f** your release date I told you 'bout this [?] Hood heavyweight, new Mike Tyson Then a custom model in a custom model Six series Benz laying with a Russian model And all she do is f** and swallow but that's cool with me My n***as saying she's a ho but that ain't news to me It ain't no tricks here, ain't no David Blaine You ain't gon' see me up in magic city trying to make it rain Trying to get this change, while working on a three-peat You n***as on twitter, s**ing dick for re-tweets I gotta laugh at it, cause its funny but its true I'm a hundred racks up, n***a who the f** are you? Can somebody explain? Cause I'm just trying to figure out If it ain't about the dough than what the f** is it about? You see what I'm saying, that's why my name is in your mouth [?] then you go invade a house And now they watching [?] on the couch Chilling with their friends Smoking on the dirt weed, saying to their friends n***as bunching change, but I'm like "where?" Cause when you think about it man I was an a** hole there [?] This [?] new in this 8-0 new development I do it for the hell of it, I play it like it's war though I'll have your f**ing upper-body severed from your torso But that's an understatement, but n***a even more-so I'm heavily armed with forearms like I was Goro Matter fact I'm bored, yo Partially cause n***as in Milwaukee jeans talking P when n***as rocking corn rows *Video 2* [Verse 1: Natnaiel] Aye, yo N-A-T, spitting rhymes so vividly n***as know that I'm an ill MC And lame-a** n***as can't compete with me Especially you best believe a n***a straight k** it Feeling like a villain needing penicillin All up in your spot plus you know I'm in the building Sick straight chilling, feeling like I'm freezing Know I'm believing feeling like a heathen Don't you know that there ain't no questions Be no presence, and need no lessons b**h a** n***as be giving with straight oppressions But, I'm like a monster [?] Straight away I'll drop ya Feeling like Mufasa, run like Simba Name to remember, drinking lots of liquor [?] Looking for a bad female, I don't really care if she likes the retail I'll take her to my crib, check my email Come to my house we can discuss in further detail And take her clothes off And I take these hoes off Got some coke there in your nose, nah I'm lying But I'm still lying and a n***a still trying A n***a feel it, feeling like I need to This is [?] straight preview preview I see you, looking straight depleted Y'all acting defeated, this ain't been [?] I'm in the spot, feeling like a straight genius Plus I'm straight rapping, know you straight seeing this Feel like a mechanic fix everything that I damage Plus it don't matter, [?] like a hammock Straight up got this, shoot up like a rocket Peep my hypothesis, every time I'm dropping this Plus I [?] harder than a ry-ry-rhinoceros Know that I got in this Yeah, and I'm so damn equipped Female students, know I'm the sh** Don't you understand you must believe that Looking for some weed cause I need that And I don't really care about your feedback I be smoking 'till I relax n***as don't know this, its hocus, pocus Every single time that I wrote this [?] and I don't f** with no broke b**h Know this, don't you understand I'm so focused Notice, cause I'm straight flying And I get to frying, n***a no lying Kind of like Aladdin, n***a no carpet Motherf**ers mad that a n***a had to start sh** Looking for a Jasmine, looking for a rapping chick But I can't find her so I f** some random b**h As long as she ain't a crack head when she give it Plus the flow straight pacific And I did it, straight from new Jerusalem And I ought to k** it you don't know what I do to them But I pa** it to who wants to rap next Rapping like this a reflex [Verse 2: Denzil Porter] Look I'm from where cats carry pistols and they strap The hunger in they bristles shoot like missiles when they stack The brothers getting itches little sisters slinging crack And the gats go "brrr-at" sound like Denzil when he raps See the candles getting lit, that means somebody dead Let his n***as egg him on, shot and scrambled his head For its sicker, better be careful who you dig up You get them n***as started they popping your whole wig up [?] Realize I'm nothing like you Anything I want to do I can, I recycle I recite these [?] at the people [?] People confident in the bible so we all gon' see the light [?] They ain't even ripe yet I'm merely throwing stones, I ain't even rock the mic yet Trying to make it out the hood so we stay up all night They know if there ain't nothing left then we may be alright [?] That's what these haters' words do to me But getting hate to n***as moving weight is nothing new to me So if you want beef, I suggest you chew it see Y'all ain't saying nothing you speak gibberish, fluently Life's a b**h but please don't wait for d**h to kiss you on the forehead [?] Mess with wrong go-getter, they will go and get you My homies keep it [?] like tissue if there's an issue Look, we pray for heaven but we live in hell You want a [?] wizard's spells I these Compton n***as wouldn't tell But I wouldn't drop a dime in a wishing well *Video 3* [Verse 1: Mahboo] Pudge is repping Stoo-C But we got the f** f** Swag in the house And the RapGenius cozies and RapGenius water RapGenius Movie, and its coming soon see Who finna play me? Probably a cutie Yeah (with a booty) Maybe with a booty And I want to date Taylor Swift Just so I can break down the incidents that she lists In our breakup song Shes cute got a- with a country thong And we're going to hit the bar together Long as we're together we're going to hit the bed And the country brain head is what I wake up to Along with grits, and three eggs I like my sh** poached (Yeah, I gotta pa** on that)