[Intro: Rap2wun]
Ayo, welcome to the Syko Cypher, big up to Hyper
It's the Raptor here to put you rappers in your daipers
I've got the answers; if you're "the sh**", I brought the Pampers
Think you're sick? I'm the cure if you're the cancer
Check it
[Verse 1: Rap2wun]
Live from France, with the mic in hand
I'm not giving you guys a chance, even the Devil wouldn't survive this dance
But I don't like to prance, I'm on to enhance the competition
You cons are constantly on a mission to lie to fans
Now watch as I advance; I compete on the beat to defeat you cheaters with heat
'Cause I set fire to liars pants
I'm getting so bored of you but I can't relax
You might as well hoard a few felines on wax
And press record because you lie on tracks
You'd better rewind it back if you know you pressed pause
Or you're gonna be getting these French balls
Rammed and jammed in your clenched jaws
Psych, I'm not French. Doesn't mean you're not getting clawed
Like Jean Van Damme in that damn joint with Dennis Rod-
Man, I've been cooped in my pad looking at time pa**
I had to recoup it and saw my chance to hook in the finance
Sleuthing through Youtube with huge loupes and a magnifying gla**
Found this group and figured "surely some dude has delivered divine raps"
Started by checking out who's who, perused through
Plenty of youth and many of you purely define "wack"
You said you'd be good, I'm looking for proof or a sign
Instead I find you spewing lies through every tooth with a fine crack
I thought you'd be super when putting lead to the rhyme pad
But Oops! I was duped by the poop out your croup, I find scat from you cats
So the giant's back to put an end to your tired acts
'Cause I'm the truth in the booth, and that's a science fact
I'm Raptor, the One! Better listen, think you've heard of me?
You have to look up, the definition of what the word means
Means I'm not in Jura**ic Park getting torn by dinosaurs
Get informed, don't get involved, I'll sh** on you if you're tryna soar
Got rhymes galore. You need to be waking up, I'm not to be slept upon
Now you rappers are out of luck, you need some leprechauns
I flow like a Megalodon-Megatron with his weapons drawn
But homie, don't call me a Decaptacon
Doesn't matter whether men or women I'm facing
When I get in the place and start spitting you'll all need wipers
'Cause I'm a viper striking at your eyes with my saliva
Trying to get my venom in 'em replacing your conjuntiva
A cypher psycho in the Syko Cypher. The kind of rhymer you'd like to be
Quite the site to see, I'm an eyeful
Look at your eyeballs man, I'm leaving 'em wide-orbed
You need to get better, you're feeling the pressure when I evolved
Forever distinct I'll never extinct, I'm better with time dawg
Making your eyes bulge whenever I indulge
Before me the best hope was Token and D.o.P
But I'm pa**ing 'em laughing, leaving 'em asking
"what happened?" like Dope D.O.D
And this guy feeling ballsy pleading "top me"
I'm worse than an evil Nazi and nobody can stop me
You laid the bait like some silly chum, here I come
When I'm done I'm leaving CerebraL palsy feeling dum diddy dumb as a chump
And of coarse it's to all you steaming pile of horse sh**s
Feeling tight as corsets you won't like it when the force hits
'Cause I'll have your brain leaking like a faucet
When I knock you with a tortoise 'till your corpse gets rigor mortis
Fo sho you didn't expect me, this sh** is hot
So it doesn't matter whether I win or not, I know you will respect me
But I'm from the underground so this is how hunger sounds:
Striking with bright lightening and thunder clouds for a hundred pounds
I hope you're smart enough to get it when I said it
You need to sharpen up to cut it, cause I'm not dumbing down
So play this like recycle, on repeat and keep looking out for me
'Cause I'm a psycho when I go on the beats