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BET Cypher 2013 ft. Rapsody, Rittz et al.

BET Cypher 2013 ft. Rapsody, Rittz et al. Lyrics Jon Connor feat. Emis Killa & Wax

[Verse 1: Wax]
You watching this, I don’t need your co-sign
Regardless I’ll be chilling up in the hammock in no time
Hawaian coast line, my girl’s so fine
Bikini blow-drying up on the coast line
No mind on the bovine
I pucked up the blue pill we were supposed to eat
I’m intolerant to the lactose in the corporate tea
I’m starting not to want to participate or compete
Weren’t we meant to live a life more complete
You know there’s people in Peru right now that are hunter gatherers
And many recent studies have found that they’re happier than we are
I’m to rapping what the Kardashians are to PR
Preface my name with a D-R, huh
But I made a plan to kick in its smelly rectum
And I don’t deviate like a healthy septum
I’m the truth and it hurts fools
Yeah go type Wax in ya Youtube search tools
And buy some merch fools

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Despite Sprite I thrist for mics
Like the look on race’s face if Kanye was Christ
It’s unbelievable
Put fear in a poltergeist
He shaking twice
Something that the Pope won’t like
I’m hoping Mike won’t understand my ultralight
Like a Sosa Knight
Run home to momma, damn she nice
Moonwalking, I’m just a talking
And it’s really all light
10% dis or I can give you 90 tonight
Hurting for life
Turn ‘em blue like I’m Walter White
Couldn’t face me with Skype, ‘til we cake like Tina and Ike
At your throat boy
Fly like Elliott’s bike
Extraterrestrial flow, I’m so outta they sight
In the stars, when Kendrick threw bars
You was abroad
That G5 praying to God, a broad of the squad
And look how I bodied it like Playboy cards
Now they outta control like I sent the Queen of New York
It’s rap

[Verse 3: Emis Killa]
Today we are going
Out baby it’s wow
I bring you to the moon
Say hi to the world
You purr and say “miao” and
I’ll bring you the Chanel
I take five stars from the sky
And I put them in this hotel
Brr, I’m more than cold, I’m Sub-Zero
The sun kisses beautiful people
And I burn like a vampire
Get undressed, enjoy the tropical sea
Which is the end of the world fuck 2012 off
If I would have fistfight
And would take a lot
I’ll fall down but the on a red carpet
I’ve got so much swag that if we go around
People don’t know what I see
The panorama of my shoes
I’ve got a watch that shines so much that
I don’t even see what fucking time it is
I treat you as q queen, because I’m a king
If I were Christ
I would wear the gold edition crown of thorns

[Verse 4: Rittz]
I’m getting paid
I finally made it, but haters don’t’ want to see me win
Well I hate the word swag
I hate people that say my G and fam
I hate I gotta listen
I’m what Hip Hop is missing
After this one they’ll consider me competition
For the record just because you rapping like you mad
You snapping, you just sounding raspy
In Atlanta we don’t rather that
I bet he get body bagged
I bet he wouldn’t win a boxing match
I’m quick on my feet, I can dodge a jab
You run you gunna run out of gas
Run up get done up like I was in Karate class
Ya body get sawed in half
Ya faking and rockin’ narco Prada bag
Off my logic pad
Dunkin’ on ‘em like I’m Dominique
Reppin’ straight my chain is stuntin’ ‘em by the B
Off the chain I should probably party with Charlie Sheen
From the South but I wasn’t brought up like Paula Dean
And y’all are lame I’m ‘bout to X y’all out
I write whatever and fuck it if I let Nas down
Ay yuh yeah, keep my eye on you

[Verse 5: Jon Connor]
Yo the flow is timeless like a diamond
So when I’m rhyming, I’m mining
They said I was stuck in the rough
And you was just lucky to find it
You was foolish ad Frankie Lymon
If you decided to try it or fight it
This is Andre the Giant versus Daniel Bryan
Yes you want it hot, well allow me to change the climate
If the shoe was on the other foot you wouldn’t even know how to tie it
Somebody tell Rita Ora I sort got feelings for her
Got a crib out in Georgia we could raise a son and a daughter
Or we could out to Florida where the weather is just as gorgeous
Baby I ain’t playing no games like I ran out of quarters
Hold up this is getting outta hand
‘Cause in a year I'mma be saying I’m not her man
Doin’ the "You Are Not The Father" dance
‘Cause this is Michigan, proof feminine rappers be talking
Ain’t nobody genuine, I be killing it
They can’t touch him, everybody feeling it
But look I cleared out all y’all that got in the way
And y’all knew that I was ill, but now my doctor is Dre
Aftermath
AVM, Flint, Michigan

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