[Intro: KXNG Crooked] Yo, whaddup y'all, it's your man, KXNG Crooked Check it out You know what I'm about I'm about the bars I'm about the talent over politics I'm about the culture That's why I want y'all to check this new cypher out It's the Worldwide Cypher Takeover About to takeover the world with these bars Let's watch
[Verse 1: GAWNE] Let's talk about them subpar gun bars, gats and Glocks Only strap that you got is your Apple Watch If you're the worldwide cypher then Youtube Volume 2 must've been rapped by some astronauts 'Cause this ain't worldwide, intergalactic Got that bird's eye view over Earth likе the moon, what the fuck can I do? Uh, this ain't nothing new I came out the womb a killer like Goku Them flows were so smooth, steady fed 'em soul food This that old school era from nineties to '02 Potent fumes if you step in my room 'cause CO2 Smokes floor to ceilin', fillin' the whole booth, you're old news Talkin' 'bout an L, but my Spotify's seven times bigger than those two So, oh shoot, that was never beef, it was tofu When steppin' in my arena, you get eatin' No competin' when it comes to making good fuckin' music, I shine through Bitch, let me remind you Shady Records, Slaughterhouse, cosign what I do So I pay no mind at the hatin' kind and the lazy guys Where they go and get paid for the way that I take a line and I break it down eighty-nine times Make it around so hot that my face is straight on fire used to pray to God Till I became one, now I'm way on top, motherfucker, we ain't gon' stop, nah! (Hah!) Ain't no one better than me, I'm a veteran, pen is elite Every centimeter of the beat is defeated, I beat it up, eat it like bon apètit when we go to the feast I'm a predator, y'all are just meetin', yeah, speakin' of beef, you're figurin' they're weak and vegan I'll leave 'em with teeth in the spleen, and then they get to wheezin' and chokin', can't breathe (Brrt!) Shoot my shot, Tory Lanez, up until his story changed I don't shoot at feet, I leave a gory brain Dark and messy, got 'em I'm sleepin' like narcolepsy Till the narcs catch me In the booth, more bars than a benchpress machine Yeah, my words carry weight, cartels, I ain't talkin' barbells, uh Claimin' that they killed it, but the beat was playin' possum shit Me and all the squad now really made it posthumous (Yeah)
[Interlude 1: GAWNE] Yeah It's the motherfuckin' takeover... bitch
[Verse 2: CHVSE] I'm tellin' artists it's stupid, they're tryin' cross with me (Huh?) All for the king to a god but I got 'em on a tee (Tee) Teeth hurt, y'all are too fake, need some Oral B (Huh?) Y'all ain't gettin' laid, you get laced up if I'm on the feet (Brrat!) Morbidly obese, personas will go to war with me ([?]) Fat boy, hungry for views, this dude will start a beef Just so we could eat, brought the fire, I'll supply the grill If I don't kill him on the beat, I know his diet will (World Wide League) Better with me, just get up and leave (He's my bitch) Get on your knees (Bars my prison), son of a bitch Made my shiv with the ice on the wrist, tellin' my bitch I'ma kill her for streams (O. J. Simps') All on my feed (Shift it and run), only go freeze (Ah!) Flow is colder (Yeah), y'all ain't meet the quota (Nope) Soldiers turn to fruit as soon as me and Grizzy rollup (Haha) Barrin', hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, sick of signs you throw up I show 'em up 'cause at they shows, not a soul would show up (Damn) Callin' me the Em clone? You're losin' yourself That's career suicide, homie shootin' himself Because the dudes who got shooters could tell You ain't a shooter yourself, dawg, be true to yourself (You pussy) You a bitch, never hit the streets (No) I said I'd never fight a pussy, I just flick the bean (Brrt) Man, I didn't intervene when you dissed my dawg So be gettin' me and take it with a grain of salt, you bitch (Ah!)
[Verse 3: DKRapArtist] Man, I'm excited to write this track Mum lost her house, I made a promise to buy it back (I'll buy it back) And I ain't gonna let her down, I'm just climbing up through the ranks And I bet that she's looking down like, "Thank fuck that he good at something", uh (Thank God) I made it out of the house that was full of roaches The clothes that I never chose but got handed down, my emotions Were so overloaded, I could have over spoken at any moment Took the path of drugs and just overdosed from a lethal dosage All the chat about having gats in the trap, we don't condone it (We don't) You got kids that look up to you and you still promote it Glorifying killing and shooting people for any motive Like murder is cool? Man, that shit is bogus Enough of the chat, police are kicking the door of your flat, you've got to stash 'Cause you've got coke on the table, plus there's more in the back, fucked in a flash Don't want to waste your life, especially not for the cash Time is all I want 'cause I know it's the one thing I won't ever get back, yeah You don't wanna be always running from sirens Locked away, doing time, and stay surrounded by violence (No, you don't) You should only focus on reaching early retirement You don't have to become a product of your environment
[Verse 4: Knox Hill] Racism facin' the nation, wages, they pay for the slavery Paper is chains so we're chasin' labor for chains in our nature Trainers are traitors that are made in basements full of wages And places that are basic daycares for children on acres owned by dictators But ayy, see the wave (Hi), long as the Nike's lookin' fresh The truth is swooshed, does anybody check? (Hmm) That's why I rap outside the box (Yeah) Till the day that I'm wrapped inside the box (Ah) in a private plot Suicidal thoughts try to find their mark, in the dark of the night, these bars are light These scars are the right, fuck a heart, fuck a like, no filter, my brain flip forward Give you all these grams of the buzz that can't be bustlin', I never gave a fuck Why would I ever give a thought? And all you rappers blamin' the beat? You stay defeated (True) Just pass me the mic, I'll jack these sons, you can't beat it (Uh) You can't come at me, that con dome will be bleedin', throw your shade, son, till you get heated But yo, Samad, pass the rock, motherfucker Who's at the door? It's Knox, motherfucker I'll leave you in that hill, don't you plot, motherfucker Don't fake with the ball, take your shot, motherfucker
[Interlude 2: Knox Hill, KING BLITZ] I'm out King shit
[Verse 5: KING BLITZ] Look, hol' up, this here is major (Ah) Cookin' up with my delivery, I should probably cater, but I'm not a waiter But I'm bringin' shit to the table like solvin' equations And if you ain't addin' up, know I'm carryin' one Don't make me demonstrate it, I'm ill, so I illustrate the statement Understand what I feel like if you playin' the role, I'm not partakin' or participatin' Flow on a hyperbolic chamber Every minute I'm a day of trainin' is way up on me then pain Let me get to the eyes and I'm in rhymin', take a look up at the past man, I've been grindin' And I got up in this shit, no, I started the bottom of the bitch, with the flow mesmerizing And wrecked your job and you tell me, "I could go braggadocious or conscious" Don't want no nobody get up in the middle of the battle We be livin' in these cultural problems, I'm hella mad They react to black like we predators (Yeah) They make our homes the scene of the crime then hold us for evidence (Wack) What it's like to be American? Daily prejudice, regimens Pointin' they arrogance down the barrel they got us starin' in (Facts) Resident, though it's evident, it's hard to live in this hell knowin' you heaven-sent (Yeah) Just expressive shit, really compressin' it Needs to aim towards that progressive shift, they ain't addressin' it Computer thugs really gettin' capped, and we ain't pressin' shift (For real) Look, told you I'ma keep climbin' over your noodle Go for the top with this rhymin', no beef on my shit King shit only, I promise, kingdom, we climbin'
[Interlude 3: KING BLITZ] Read in between the lines, nigga King
[Verse 6: DuaneTV] Anybody want smoke, they gettin' flexed on Niggas out here thinkin' they bad 'cause they chest drawn Everybody's sayin', "You simple, I ain't impressed, dawg" Well, I don't really care about punchlines, I ain't attend prom Only mobbin' for my kinfolk, drama never been known (Nope) Pimpin' like Obama in a pinto Anyone got problems, nigga, get low to click close Unless there's no pressure, we throwin' logic out the window Now you want gun bars, most do them wrong 'Cause dudes mad lost, like, "Let me go and shoot at y'all" "I got a gun so big it's like a blue RAV4" Well, my nine's in the side pocket, nigga, my pool game's strong Fuck everybody after me, I ain't givin' up Nigga, I came up with nobody, so I ain't get no love I'll be solo till I die, nigga, I'ma live it up So if you feelin' there's an issue, homie, I don't give a fuck (Uh)
[Verse 7: 100 Kufis] Bar heavy, I was forced to get a liquor license They've been afraid 'cause they really know I've been the nicest Outright, I will out-write all you awful writers Pen game tight, shit, I might got arthritis (Uh) If I don't like you, I don't like you, ain't no sneak dissin' Knock you out your shoes, you'll wake up and find your sneaks missin' This is how we handle the beef, we eat different See the heat, toss that shit back like I'm flee flickin' I'm spittin' heat, you gotta see that shit with heat vision I keep switichin' up the flow, they gettin' seasickness My bread good like them Red Lobster cheese biscuits If you know like I know them shits is delicious We don't rap alike, this a different appetite You dudes fruity, you remind me of an apple slice The way I run tracks, it's a fact I might have passed you twice You ain't a rapper, you a preacher–pass the mic If you was half as nice, you will understand I got the juice I just poured my soul in it like a glass of ice Any rapper go against Kufi is a sacrifice Two things I never give is a bad verse or bad advice Before you gamble with your life, you better pass the dice Before you ask to see my demons, better ask for Christ I caught that lil' nigga slippin' at the traffic light Blow! Something 'bout to go down, I'm glad it's night
[Verse 8: Gatsb7] I heard Gats' in every verse, yo, I guess I've been summoned So sub me in, I'm starvin', ain't no fuckin' ounce in my stomach I've been counted out for years, now I'm 'bout to see summits And I ain't ever begged for shit, ain't no colostomy, run it Look, so many screamin' for change, but they never feed the meter Artists get a morsel then deviate with a new demeanor Even when they preach in remedial forward matters When the benji's comin' in, they hit buttons and movin' backwards, ain't no dilo It's about the bottom line, homie, this a free throw Haters better step aside when I get in beast mode Say you run the game, well, I'm really 'bout to repo Snitches gettin' stitches, bitch, I never roll with Lilo So I'm silently about it I got the heart of a lion, and never back from the challenge I lay low until you tell me I can't I never needed your approval, I just needed a chance, it's Gats
[Verse 9: Sage] You feel it creepin', the ill-i-ness be– Ginin' to seep in, venom I release when I'm drillin' a beat Chill with the Reaper, but still, it is me that is fillin' his dreams You gonna be ready for bed, Freddy, when fake Kruegers get killed in their sleep? Real when I speak, 'cause when I spit it's a movie, and it's my duty To be flushed with the kind of crap that the rap game lacks, when the shiznit isn't movin' 'Cause his to me what a list is to a 3D being that exists in 2D Truly moving on a different level than everyone, they never want to listen to me Snoop D-O double G, ooh-wee, what a nightmare, I want to smoke you weeds You're sketchy, so to illustrate how I score on you the second you touchdown, I Drew Breeze What's foul is to be playing like a chicken little, it'll bust out a two-piece And in the cold and going to take shots on a line, when the only way to know how is to freeze Who needs 'em a sockin'? I'm takin' off what I'm walkin' in, and put a rock in it, they can all get it Not dissin' if you're not with it, but I'm not finna bomb when I'm goin' off in it, off in it Though too often it can all get twisted and all that When this isn't dissin' at all, man, it's just what you'd call rap
[Verse 10: Murkemz] They idolizin' the sire 'cause I'm providin' the wires To blow this motherfucker off the hinge and stop the entire production Make 'em say "Fuck you," run home while sobbin' and cryin' Hyenas laughin', they spotted, they meet the dominant lion I tried to vibe with the cypher, Samad was droppin' the fire A couple niggas was cool, some guys was awkward and tired These substitute teacher lookin' niggas talkin' 'bout rhymin' I leave these pussies for dead, then stick a fork in they hymen Let the mac unload, crack his skull, quit the bag of [?] Chattin' code, packin' .4s so we don't crack and fold Trap a load, servin' motherfuckers like mac and rol' And bangin' on 'em with the hammer like whack-a-mole Hol' up, let me chill, I'm hearin' they heart pumpin' Thought they was big dogs, you puppies is far from it And I feel like a track referee, so start stuntin' On your mark, get set, when I shoot, they start runnin' Murk
[Interlude 4: Grizzy Hendrix] Y'all motherfuckers know what time it is It's the Worldwide Cypher Takeover And we 'bout to wrap it up like this I go by the name of God Grizzy, let's go
[Verse 11: Grizzy Hendrix] What's make you think you the hottest? You too broke, don't wanna pay homage With that logic, you should just go retire 'cause no one's coppin', please Unless it's Carl Winslow rappin', don't get mad I'm blockin' Get mad at these rappers droppin' all that traction I think Oscar De La Hoya ain't no boxin' me in with that silly nonsense Gotta get rich before I die, I need more commas and more dollars For these bills, I got O'Reilly, never hottest, Samad was poppin' Not no lip gloss or Lil Mama, I'ma shoot your ass a follow After I body your beat and I ain't have to use the llama (Achoo) Damn bro, you good? Excuse me, I've been off this shit quite often when I'm off the meds like Marshall Flow is out of this world like martians, we've been marchin', Malcom, Martin Still ain't killers with no problem, now y'all killers with no conscience Y'all talk knowledge then talk violence, is it Huey or y'all Riley? Wrote this rhyme all in my boxers, I feel like Muhammad Ali In an airplane with no pilot, goin' kamikaze With Em and Bin Laden in the cockpit, so come and suck this cock, bitch ASAP, it's rocky Y'all ain't packin' peace unless you rap like geeks, it's Ghandi I know we all got two sides, but damn, somebody lyin' All these knowledge catchin' bodies but nobody dyin' Stop it, some body gotta be lyin' somewhere where no one can find them But I guess I love fake gun bars, this that shit y'all want, dawgs? Snoopin' through y'all profiles and all I see some good guys, like that dog That tough talk, make one call and they gone, no mumble rap too, fuck off I know these niggas don't want war, so what the fuck would I run for? No treadin' mills on this song These bars goin' over your head, you monkeys get swung on A difference between lyricists and rappers with good penmanship Pedophiles with a pen, y'all be on that kiddie shit Epstein flows, they gon' hang themselves in the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
