[Verse 1: GAWNE] Uh, yeah I'm the chosen one, Luke, not Obi Wan I've been skywalkin', sky's the limit so I float above (Ha) Been going nowhere like hitchhikers with a broken thumb (Uh) Guess it's time to show 'em what a G.O.A.T. is, hit a Kobe dunk (Woo) Never miss a shot, pistol pop, fuck a molar gun Roll up to the homes of my opponents with a loaded gun (Brrt) Whip it out on anybody ever talking shit or doubtin' I don't need a bag full of clubs to go put a hole in one Untuck the llama then run up on 'em, we come for drama (Uh) They call me Ra, I'm the Sun God 'cause I burn the hottest (Uh) Fire-breathing, been cooking shit like it's Benihana's (Uh) Yeah, that's why your squad stayin' underwater, Bikini Bottom (Uh) Thinking it's time to go so wicked, I never let enemy ever get on a roll When I spit it with infinite, witness student of the game just made the honor roll Honorable scholar with knowledge, that is greater than your colleges That's why they call me a god, I gotta go
[Interlude 1: D.I.L.E.M.A.] Yo, Crypt, you a fool for this one Yo
[Verse 2: D.I.L.E.M.A.] When I'm online my pen is a lonely man We catch bodies onscreen like it's OnlyFans I don't catch too many shots, they sub-trippin' Quarantine barber, they see a nigga cut different The drum attached, make 'em rattle like FAMU Shoot and miss, that's your last shot, last chance, you My university is versus from adversity That urges me to stay strapped up; Steve Urkel's team Family matters, y'all be screaming again But don't just do it 'cause you see that it's convenient to care (Yeah) This my reality show, them niggas been soft Act a fool, then revolve, I'll give you a spin-off I'm servin' rounds, Sam Malone with the "Cheers" touch Round after round till we all get a beer gut Fear what? Ain't nobody killin' me I zoned out like we got defensive liabilities D.I.L.E.M.A!
[Interlude 2: Grizzy Hendrix] Yeah, god Grizzy
[Verse 3: Grizzy Hendrix] I'm too gifted, I've been rippin' rappers way before Christmas (Yeah) Got 'em open off the presence, ain't no point in flexin' (What?) Been high since nine-seven Got these wack rappers beggin' for a feature, his style's too plain, 9/11 I'm in the buildin', fuck a deal, labels are fake They 'gon do you like the Trunchbull, put some cake in your face And when your records ain't sellin', they quick to take it away Make you pay back every single dollar that you made (Ah!) It's a cold game, labels got these artists so trained (So trained) Don Cornelius and rappers still thinking like slaves (Slaves) That's why we screamin', "Please give us back the old Ye" But I'm not speaky Spanish or talky like Jorge 'Prende ese, show paper won't get you paid All I got in this world is my balls, Scarface and no's, I won't break Driving in my own lane (Lane) Just some niggas with a attitude, ask O'Shea (Skrrt!)
[Interlude 3: Elijah Kyle] Yeah, E.K., look
[Verse 4: Elijah Kyle] Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nickel for the scars A quarter for the ones who are steady defyin' odds Something 'bout the universe just never makes sense Being rich does not equate to happiness, what a myth Learn a lot from paid in full, more money, more problems That's the underlyin' truth, quick to stab you in the back for a couple of views In temporary ten seconds, y'all be gone with the news How much more I gotta prove? Shit, I grew up on the Ems and the Jays and the Coles Little Nas, Big and Pac, Rakim, a little soul I feel this in my bones, it's embedded in my core Would be nothing if it weren't for the legends who came before us Got these people looking at me like I'm something absurd Stick around and learn something, got a way with these words It's loyalty first, throw that other bullshit to the side See no ceilings, word to Wayne, 'bout time I shine, E.K
[Interlude 4: KING BLITZ] Yeah, look (Yeah, look)
[Verse 5: KING BLITZ] And it's KING BLITZ, yeah, we reppin' this bitch And you know with the flow I'm official like it's a ref in this bitch In the way I write my [?], you laughing a bit Now we on the big screen, we goin' up like watch your step in this bitch And know the flow is still good in the drought Switching with the tongue-twisting in the Midwest, but I live in the south King shit is only what I'm about Got a lil' buzz goin', but I still swat a lame for getting fly at the mouth Really, really, fuck you, gimme, gimme, niggas really gimmicks Really, y'all offend me, y'all ain't any, look around, army with me And I promise the damage is prominent, confident in these consonants I'ma get to the bottom of it and leave you bottomless Honestly, I'm tired of these so-called rappers who fraudulent Promised that I'll be on the top 'cause we dominate In the game, we 'bout to confiscate, you actually whack And we don't actually like you, dawg, your shit got hacked Call me a King because I'm actually that, actually facts I'm the one in charge, you niggas battery pack, King
[Verse 6: Murkemz] Gat drawn, do a rapper bad if he act wrong Bang, let it rain on a nigga, this a black storm Bobby Shmurda when I throw it up, now his cap gone All I do is scheme when I'm moving with the mask on Y'all 'gon learn the history, I was wild, worried On the Jim Beam, hopin' I don't lie, bury It's cool, though, and teach a nigga the science Hit every mark and period, I'm upper-class when I'm rhymin' I pull out this missile, hit you and get a nigga bell ring Slay, then I screech off when the bell ding Heard your last project, sorry, it's Reg You should leave the ass rappin' to Cardi and Meg I see you shook little niggas be acting nervous when I come around Lookin' at the fucking ground, see the sucker in your smile Tighten up, pussy, ain't you happy I'm here? New on the scene, Murkemz, the rapper you fear, yeah!
[Verse 7: Mile High] Ayy, I'm feeling like a problem when I'm on that kush and coffee Not a crab in a bucket, so I'm shaking niggas off me Tryna catch this wave, but I leave 'em looking salty Careful, 'cause my pistol like my finger, she's so naughty Me and my homies linking like a chain, they label us a gang Since we lock it down like we married to the game Put a ring on her finger, gave that bitch my last name If she step out of line, I'm cashing in insurance claims Side note, chain-smoking with the gang, rolling up some dank Runnin' to the bank, I'm gonna elevate my name I'm never in one spot, I like to move around If you try and stop me, you 'gon get walked down Might just have to leave your body on the ground Make sure you never make a sound I can't hear you since this beat is way too loud, ayy Light a blunt, proceed to face it, doing what I have to I'm gonna make it, no more bullshit, I think it's time to escape it This is my reality and only I can choose to change it Driving by myself, hoping that I make it, gang
[Verse 8: Postcard] I'm out at Crypt's, about to put y'all in one, yeah (Hah) You standing out until we talking income, yeah (That's facts) Y'all just crack up under pressure, you tortilla chips (Woo) Came with tools and ratchets like I really fucking need a fix (Brra!) Waiting 'round the table like you need a tip I've been in my fort all night inside like this was season six (God damn) Came here for tunes, and now I'm leaving with a fortune (Ching) Fortunately, I'm tuned up and I don't need another portion (Nah) Flow is holy on the seas, yeah, we all know this why they worship (What?) Y'all can't match it, keep it lit, then I'ma make sure that I torture you (Yeah) Got me in Kentucky with a asshole, yeah (With a asshole) Fuck it though, tequila all up in the glass, go Y'all be steady, toying 'round, fuck what you has, bro (Yeah) I'm up to here with how you think, I'm feeling mad low [?] waiting to go, yeah, throwing the buffalo woes, yeah I don't get fixed at the court and I'm hot on the metal, my faith in the road (Let's go) [Lemony/Lovin' my?] taste and they fold, yeah, see that I'm winning the gold I got my ice on one pen in the verse and they know that I really been froze (Post)
[Verse 9: HollaAtKrazy] When you move like a god, it always come with grace Team got plenty for anybody who wanna hate And I don't care how they kill him, boy, I just want him ate So when the metal hit his mug, he just sunk in place Hunnid' K highlight, chilling Bahamas Come home to your crib and throw dick in your mama Then I dip, stick shift with your sister, Ramada Threesome on OnlyFans with the chick that's beside you It get vicious, her leg up, she turned, flip switch Swore she was Kirby the way she sucked this shit You mad, we grip sticks, find out she told you about us Harry Potter, grab the sweepers and, get this, snitch I don't think you understand where we coming from I don't want to speak man-to-man, fuck a one-on-one When the war gets thick, people want to run And if you not one of us, then you one of them
[Verse 10: Gatsb7] I'm like the Slumdog Millionaire, overslept the red eye Swung in from the chandelier and stuck it like a Jedi Rappers get abandoned if they only play the good guy Well, hmm, maybe that's the reason that the good die This young boy rollin' with that old boy weakness Y'all ain't never steppin' to the genus of a genius Women that I wrote about would say that I'm the meanest and they mean it They callin' me conceited and elitist Then they takin' to their Twitter and they tryin' to delete us Then they see me doin' well and wanna kick it like Adidas Nah, nah-nah, no, what you talkin' 'bout, homie? E'erybody snappin' pictures, cheese and macaroni A couple years ago, they would've blocked me like a goalie Now they're calling me a star, I wanna pat me like my homie, whoa Ayy, and now you're talking matrimony It's cool you shot a shot but, t.b.h., you smacked the bogey, like
[Verse 11: DumbLoud] I do this rap shit for fun, we get bread, you should get you some (That's right) If it ain't DumbLoud, nigga, it's just dumb ([?]) I sell cars, you can get you one, I sell cribs too (C'mon) Got a three-bedroom crib you can rent too Fully furnished (shit), the rent'll be twelve-hunnid (Yeah) If you really want a first month, twenty-four to secure it You can get a hoodie, log onto the site (That's right) When it come to bars, I don't write (I don't write) Fuck around and scar you for life (Life) if you rap for a livin' 'Cause they be like, "Dawg, he is nice" (Nice) I could charge you a price for these sixteens pump, punk And I ain't write a rap in like sixteen months, I'm still sharp as a knife ([?], woo!) Nigga, I'm a shark, I will bite (C'mon) And everybody swimming's brunch and then bring lunch (Shit) Nigga, bring the dark to the light Your battery within me jumped (Shit), Ibn
[Verse 12: WeSkeem] There's a psycho at the cookout, so lookout A fishy character on the boat so I'm glad we took the hook out What's this chapter in my life? Get the book out Been creeping in the night, but it's time to pull the rook out Introductions, huh? I'm awkward, weird, and fuckin' lame But I'd rather play the bully kid to be part of your game After this is done, I'll be grilled, well done But my soul is cold, I'm always charred, well, let's have fun My flavor doesn't pair with beef and yours is burning up Unwanted flapping lips you creep, don't try, you can't catch up Get it? 'Catch up' like 'ketchup'? Your meat is overcooked Comment down below which of my bars I overlooked Now they all be saying this dork ruined the song "It was going so well, why did they let this freak on?" But real knows real and real knows you And, in reality, this plastic face is realer than you
[Verse 13: SEPPI, GAWNE, Both] I'm reconditioned to seduce, but put that liquor in my system I got problems I don't fix, so I just trade it for commission Walk around with demons on both of my shoulders like I'm liftin' Got them shooters in my holsters, take a shot, that Smith & Wesson I call it coronavirus, the cauldron'll leave you crying Corroded, fuck up your sinus, you pussies ain't never try this Scolding with sialadenitis, you can't deny this Scorchin' and Holy Ghost, it be smolderin'; molten lava Flipping the script like Java, the merciless rapper mata Got vice grips upon your collar, so worthless whack imposters Get smashed like bottles of vodka, uh, bitch, I'm a monster, finna be spreading it proper Stop at the top of the competition, listen, SEPPI killed it!
[Verse 14: Samad Savage] Now, if you knew what I deal with Then mans'll know it's understandable I don't feel shit (Nah) Don't got my math, I'll tie son in the grass, you'll kneel quick (Ha) Coronavirus says she's scared to catch me, I'm real sick (Ooh) Depressed as fuck, but I got a whole plethora of this mess of stuff in my head to bust You don't really wanna test your luck with the best of us, you'll get left in dust (Huh) Pass to the kid, bet they feel this Mount and do your girl then pop you with the can, I'm the real Crypt (Wow) I blew up and conquered, nobody sicker, it's been proven by doctors (Woo!) I want my plaques to look like, "Ooh, it's an Oscar!" (Hey) Sleeping on me, I'ma let B rest like beautiful knockers (Hey) Get these Uncle Toms up off my chest, Hakuna Matatas (Hahahaha!) Guess I'm carefree since we all here, see, this the writer's block (Uh) Before you draw the line, we crossed it, garbage, your mind is robbed (Uh) You know you're gonna die, you're looking cautious like, "Why, Samad?" (Why?) I kill you making the same face I make when I lie to cops (Skoodwidit!) I'm not a blood, but I live the life that they hate to see (Huh) I just balled in a court for sport, they just plagiary They want the beef 'cause they salty, revenge is savory And if I ain't the best on this cypher, at least I made the beat
[Interlude 7: Lex Bratcher] Hold up, yeah, look, okay
[Verse 15: Lex Bratcher] If a dozen of us in the room, call a doctor Yo, I'ma be shootin' some, but some not hurt (What?) Five get hit, other six runnin' to the outskirts (Where?) And five clicks, that mechanism turns twelve to one, that's clockworks (Okay) Sike, I don't be in the mud, my dawgs act first (Right?) I just get my bloods to come through, bruh, that's lab work (Bap) They mad hurt 'cause the way I rap, it adds girth (Woo) I'm fucking all these niggas over, so don't even ask him why his ass hurts (Haha!) Hollow points and I got hollow drums, pop-out and the cops going, "Alright- -You a mama's boy", it depends, let us see, oh, see, you nuts, you a Almond Joy God damn, my man's got the highest smoke, gaslight, [?] Kamikaze with 'Rari the way I whip up, Bill Cosby tryna ride my horse ([?]) Fucking 'round with me, I come for man's non-stop (Yeah) I'll leave 'em teary-eyed and choking, double hand got cuffed (Woo) Look, are you ready to rumble? I go Michael with the boss ([?], yeah) I just give 'em that Mutombo, that's the blocka-blocka shot (Lex)
[Verse 16: Vin Jay, Crypt, Vin Jay & Crypt] We ain't trying to buddy-buddy, you lame So everybody in our lane gettin' smothered in flames Our songs leak 'cause we hot, we ain't one and the same The only way you'd ever leak's from your jugular vein (C'mon, yeah) And y'all don't want to come first with a diss (Nah) 'Cause we respond back quick with some personal shit (Uh huh) And I be coming for your neck with every word that I spit (Woo!) Just like O.J., I show 'em how to murder a bitch! (Bitch!) Still with my day ones, been reppin' the same team (Uh) They ask me what I do and I just tell 'em I chase dreams (Yeah) To make cheese till I'm feelin' better than JAY-Z (Hova) We keepin' it a hunnid', like the weather in AZ, woah (Hot) Now they mad 'cause I run it and I never leave (Woo! Leave) Any girl up at my crib, I would let her be (Hah) She in the bed with me and crawling like a centipede (Huh? Huh?) Your bitch pops Xans and she's still 'gon remember me (Hoo!) And now we keep it pushing, coming at me, probably shouldn't (Uh, uh) 'Cause I've been winning, doing everything you know you couldn't (Woo!) Flame's on the beat, I ain't never heard you scorch none (Nah) Punch you in the face and watch you break like you were porcelain (Bitch!) If I go broke, I'll be coming after your funds Bitch, I've been driven since I've seen the way the Porsche runs No debate that it's time to arrive, tell them all they don't play no games (Uh) Y'all get paid for the nine-to-five, I get paid for the 808s (Woo) Just evolvin', don't stay the same, [?], I won't fade away (Nah) They will talk when I would take a loss, but I become a boss and I made my name (Uh) Bitch, I've been at this for years, don't follow my peers, I'll follow my goals (Mmm) Spitting the heroin, this shit is medicine, tell 'em I gave 'em a dose (Mmm) Give 'em a topic and they go gossip, y'all have been doin' the most (Mmm) Talkin' that nonsense, better be cautious, turn 'em right into a ghost, uh (Mmm) So I don't really got no time for you little guys (Nah!) Livin' with your momma, but your ego twice as big as mine It's one love, my musing console intertwined Constant evolution, we never think of the finish line
[Interlude 7: Futuristic] Yo
[Verse 17: Futuristic] They at the crib rapping while I'm at the telly checking my stocks (Okay) Time is money, so I'm checking the clock (Yeah) It's hard to live in the moment when I'm noticing the best never stop (Mmn-mmn) And from the jump, I was projected to flop, I'm protecting the rock I'm off the glass when I'm measuring shots Ain't talking hoop, this medicine is Ciroc (Mmm) I wish the best for everybody in this lane, I hope they get what I got (Okay) Then pass that up on they trip to the top Okay, but please don't get it twisted We are not adjacent, 'cause I'm not complacent (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Not your favorites, but your favorite got 'em some inspiration (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't playing, we talkin' different, decades of making money moves (Sheesh!) Struggle food, made it out the mud when you was stuck in school (Sheesh!) Niggas ain't know what to do, gave 'em a whole manual (Manual) Sold the catalogue, I gave 'em a whole channel (Channel) Sellin' shoes, fuck it, I gave 'em the full sandals (Sandals) That mean no resort with a chef and some more candles (Woo!) Flow make 'em nervous, they sweatin' off for the verdict (Okay!) We just did another YouTube cypher, but this time, in person, ooh!
[Verse 18: 100Kufis] I'm cutting off loose ends, meant to say Lucid Flow so dumb, but the opposite of stupid Think about what you did, should've never mentioned a Kuf A kick from the boot, I had your ass missing a tooth See, lyrically and literally, I will shit in a booth I'm cooking up in the stew, I'll spit in your soup I'm the one you don't want to collide with I stay with the bars, no shit, I'm a convict Lil' black nina and I call it my side chick Shorty catch bodies like jump in this mosh pit And when it come to pressure, I'm the one that applied shit 'Cause soon as they arrest you, you're the one that's 'gon dry snitch Momma always told me that my flow was the coldest Stop, [?] has got him in a panic, got him standing like both the Dakotas Twisted nigga, top pop, that's how you open the soda I don't play games, can't you tell I just broke the controller?
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