Strangeulation, Vol. II Cypher III (feat. Big Scoob & JL B. Hood) feat. Big Scoob,JL B. Hood

歌詞

Wrapped in XLR cables Up from my whiskers, down to my fuckin' kicks Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos You suckin' dick Nobody be askin' me for secrets I ain't chuckin' tips I'd rather be bumpin' hips On that ratchet with muffin tits Tore up the limits From Britan visions would rock their lives Inside a prison where giddy bitches don't jock the rhyme Born in precision Rhythm spittin' could swat a fly For them to just kick a single shillings from Spotify Bye, Bye killers On a high five business Gonna ride by the sickest In your high ride to the hitlist If we ain't spoke in ages Then miss me with broken favors You Miley Cyrus to majors You twerkin' on swollen razors (run now) Dont make me come to dinnernail your tounge down And have you plead your case to us At Strangeland at sundown Be careful of the biz Cause everything has got a price attached Wake up with a horse head in your bed And next your life is snatched Tank full of petro Bank full of pesos Pull on my tour bus Bonus on a payroll Feel like I be killin' it Famous on the internet Really I'm just wingin' it Cookin' shit on my Kitchenett Life so good Right now I need to celebrate Bout to sell a stadium out And turn it into rake Look at how the industry norm Has started lookin' Strange All my brothers riding the storm While they just ride the waves Caviar wishes Bitches for my bitches Black shades and hoodies And spots and white linens Feel like Sam Kinison Preachin' to these citizens Screamin' at the saints You ain't ever gonna get rid of us Guessin' that I just cleaned my plate So now I'm gettin' cake Speedin' down the interstate Yellin' get out the fuckin' way We plant flags in the ground Because we here to stay And bring my whole hood out And have my own parade (Black Gold!) I purposely wrote this verse Just to murder this Member defecate Disassemble the limbs Of a nigga who try and seperate Artistry from nonfiction Im sent with a conviction To sentence you pons Givin' the benz on my diction There he goes Speakin' bout how he murk a beat Smellin' himself Why else would he flaunt about it so verbally Dance around me Like I was a paraplegic In a doo-cee-doo competition Lookin pissed like I never heard of feet Yadda Yadda A whole lotta yappin' About my rappin' When I'm the captain Of crunchin' you niggas milky dreams Im the comparison of Pac's face Staring in your face Mock razor blades cut Leave you crispy clean Don't ask Tech Ask me if it's questions Guarantee that he tell you That I'm the best And Im destened To find a snake and a bat Helpin' Kansas City's progression Hopin' I hurt the feelings Of whoever second guessed it Cause everybody talkin' Imma make you niggas hear me Mind control flow Now listen to your ears bleed Spit it sicker than these sicker fans Keep your dick up in your pants You were blunted on the block Me, I had some different plans I'm trying to get to France Sniffing grams Hit a branch Independent Powerhouse Vibin' out with the fam Waking up in different cities Every night hittin' grants Stay prepared for this I'm bearing witness to this sinner man Stripper dance with cinnamon Clubbin' with my gentelman Drink away the nights events Nothing worth remembering Squad will run up in this bitch Mobbin' like some immigrants Jack you for your paper stack Rob you of your innocence Taping of the scene of crimes Swabbing for my fingerprints Thought about my life You thought the same And couldn't think of shit (Ha!) This type of fire dont extinguish Now write about some bigger shit You're striking out Swing and miss Ring around the rosy homie Pocket full of pain I got a lock up on my lane And triple optic in my brain, look