Bizzy Crook - Footaction Family Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Saba Pivot] Yo it's Saba and you're watching the Footaction Family Cypher [Hook: Shout out Martin Sky] [Verse 1: KR] From the boondocks In the back of a bat cave Lies a black slave I ain't concerned with these whips and the nice chains Nice brains from dimes don't need em Loose change I make a salary from me spittin these hot flames Cold hitta, prolly go shirtless in cold weather Stack money, rhyme, elevate, that's my vendetta I'm sleep catch z's every fall like 6 letters The rhyme chill you try to jack it like my sweater Look, take a dive in the lyrical rap The rat pack Get cheese never get trapped I'm a threat so they back back Flow nasty the whole world resemble Kat Stacks Professor of this ish School you boys like back packs Open doors full of bars Valet parking the car Scurry and fu** a broad Pop a pill to f-loss Holy presence of God The messiah the great Allah Watch em resemble me Lost in the knowledge you see This the type of flow you need to mop Lyrics they will never stop While you're drinking on that peach Ciroc I'm finding my peace with Pac Apocalypse is hot the block is hot Lil Weez I spit a flow I bet you freeze I got the honey's because I beeess The hottest MC to ever achieve The things I believe And I got red eyes chasing the green The green is the leaf Hearing me speak the sighs of relief The lyrics the beat Put me in the mood to start a k**ing spree F*** a empty stomach I'm starving I'm tryna eat Got an entree full of rappers It's time to begin a feast Why the labels signing rappers who can't even stay on beat? Like that And it's sickening k**er flows of delivery crack And I'm sh**tening Oops I meant to say sh**tin' with gnats Boys bickering But I remain a mystery Like Scooby Doo So I do me, you should do you too Boys clueless foolish and stupid like Boo Boo the fool Ooooooouuuu [Verse: 2 Bizzy Crook] This is Kurt cobain meets 2Pac at Barnes & Nobles You all talk but I'm anti social I could swim thru the money playing Marco Polo fly Rebel I go Han solo I stay in a good fit, gold chain And some Fly Denims My kick game like the 5 venoms Ya BMs DMs I'll slide in them I Swear I'm going in Like a two time felon I'm under rated but that's Your mistake Cause while you sleeping on me Shorty up late telling me How much she love the the tape I never hate I just mediate The sound Track to my life got no skips I just let it play I'm tryna own it They Tryna clone on it If they would've asked me nicely I would of loaned It Instead I ain't gon give them a chance Better watch what you say to This young Avalanche I stay on track like a Nike fuel band So many Gigs I need more data man Ya plan A only work when u don't got a back Up plan I fall down, and I get back up man [Verse: 3 Jimi Tents] Man I swear I can jump off of a building Leap over rooftops Glide over ceilings While sealing my soul in a pyramid King tuts descendent Sending a note Through a time portal Nailed to the sail of a boat If my album was for sale Will it fail? Will it float? Like parades, out of space In this game but I'm close To the rim, like Dwayne or some spokes Holy water for my sins Jesus chain for the rope Church roof as stool Play the fool, it's a joke Leap of faith on face I'm deranged and I know That the day will approach That I'll slip & I'll fall Hollow tips hit his jaw Call em lacy duvalle Hold up, wait.. Let me pause.. Play, sipping re(d) wine Spitting four words Moving forward On demand, like a order Not an Hors d'oeuvre Homie I can do this all day Lantern to a lamppost Where ya damn coat? Wear ya damn coat, cause the camp cold You just damn dirt in a compost This a calm post, let ya mom know Ya saddam know, we the bomb Oh, where the congos? I'm the king, where did kong go? You a console, game boy Getting controlled by the council Count bread, but I lack toast Bussing lactose on her back slow b**h I'm lazlo, lead the camp like a masco- Oww, a mascot Basquiat mixed with Van Gogh Tryna tango to merengue Been a sensei, since the tenth grade Tummy empty, I'm an MC [Hook: Shout out Martin Sky] [Verse 4: Saba Pivot] There were clones wanna bes like a copying machine I'm me like wayne before you bought the carter 3 Copying then They paste I control alt delete Authoring Opportunity will call let it ring Let it go Let my people go Moses when I sing When I see People scared to be they self I'm just me Setting by example when it's ample y'all following Tryna trend Finals mvp I'm just tryna win I had a dream that I had a run in with the law The same dream I was in a magazine Hoping I don't mess it all up Never been wack Look my catalog up Never pitched crack but the adderall plug Looking out for me like nanny or cub I been in the game but I just made dub All them boy lie and they sh** made up What is ya problem Kept this sh** 100 like change for a dollar Pimping this game got a cane and a collar Best rapper living b**h I'm Wayne on the carter Smooth young n***a and it came from my father b**h I'm from Austin Westside cautious Approach with Roaches Smoking Wrote this on off day And still sound better than most sh** Oh sh** Gottem in check like coaches That's Nothing but the truth True so help me god I'm aite But I see it differently since Relly died Really I Never cared much about fitting in with y'all When it all Comes down to it I can do it on my own Wrote a song For the free I might sell it for the fin Put it on iTunes Putting on for the fam I'm just chilling with my dogs Like its Jake like I'm fin Tryna tell the whole story From the start til the end