Chris Webby - RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: R-Mean] Smoke a [?], get me high enough So I'm tying up to inject the blood of a lion's cub Meanest [?] to k** 'em Don't need you to love 'em, I need you to feel 'em Never smile, but I love my job more than pedophile pediatricians Never reconcile, meaning to be dissin' Rappers looking at me like ''yo, since when's these Armenians spittin'?'' Catch me attacking these cats on rhythm When I spit like backwards metabolism Rappers vanish like there's magic in 'em The fact is I'm different like capitalism, I bring competition Religious cats fast to be fascinate Christian Capping the system, don't learn from mistakes Practice rapping since back when the victim was burned on them stakes Trapped in this battle grind without the urge to escape [?] soldiers don't worry about turning home safe We hear to die for the Gods, these cats ain't ready We ready like twelve-year old [?] ask R.Kelly Yeah, cause [?] battle to d**h Desperately trying to capture what's left Evenly balance cash and respect Staying firm, pants sagging like breasts I shot past through [?] in every aspect I frag your backs next, you catch a bad rep Spit with the fire of dragons, I don't mean bad breath Bangladesh, I stomp feet and stomp my feet when I come complete Buzzing three B3's, I'm truly a baller I said I flood the streets and that's nothing to do with water You would've been dead if it was d**h before dishonor You long gone, I bombard ya What you gon' do, motherf**er? You all talk, uh b**h rappers trying to front, serious? I leave 'em leaking every month; period Who remains untouched like a nun's [?] It's R dash, mean I'm the first to notice you a drag queen in reverse A chick fronting like he a man, gats squeeze, we insert clips I grab the mic, Sway grab the heat with a firm grip We take care of business whichever you prefer, homie, just give me the word [Verse 2: Locksmith] If I sold you some weed would you embrace me? If I told you I bleed would you replace me? If we pulled a lick together as a click Would you double click your mouse and vouch or wanted to face me? Place me among genres, give me a corporate sponsor [?] before, now you a endure my inner monster Monstrosity mocking me, modesty, not a fool No money for instruments through increments, we got a tool I'm beaking for dudes seeking more leaning towards demonic I slave to a track fame, our back-pains became chronic Ironic, ain't it? Pain is obscene with obscene I was deemed to be a sin, now America's best friend Went from underrated to overrated, but the flow debated That's so debated these folks'll credit, but you can't sustain it Yeah, it's Locksmith from the rich I break it down like so look Look, this is the honest me, but honestly who can [?] that? Fools who deal back, jealous tell us you never sell that Rather they sell rap blaming they self lack Claiming they bringing back the West when they barely can bring themselves back Was held back, but I dealt back til my self rap Was just a Trojan horse to no remorse and rebel back You barely can write a verse, let alone ignite a thirst Through this music that I excel at Fact, but I guess it's all relative Slow dude rapping sound like he off sedatives Every know and then found an end to expound a trend Claiming you profound when the sound is all repetitive Whatever lives in your soul is so blind Even you can't rhyme it, you don't realize you close minded You hypocritical, typical dudes vow that you ain't leading foul I see through your mirage, dude, you in denial [Verse 3: Dee-1] I got a bad case of writer's block, nothing sound right Everything I jot down ain't tight But I'm trying to write a song every night To shed light on the fight that my people go through Let go of my insight, but I'm so uninspired that I'm faulting my word They so insecure, it's absurd, but I'm sure that if A thousand people hear this, 500'll feel this Half of them is lying so 250 still with me at this point But watch what I do About 50 girls is on that list cause I'm cute That leaves it at 2 double 0, that's the people That feel like I'm the truth like Pierce or Seagal That's Polo beanie, I know you see me Cause I got a buzz like a girl that's drunk of Martini's Now eenie meenie miney mo 200 fans left, but 1 out of 2 fail to know that G-O-D drives me Once they find that out, I'm at 150 To those who ride with me, when I'm gone don't forget me And even if they should hit me the movement shall move on infinitely So wish me well, I'm mister ''Pen Is Stressing'' I doubt that it's lessen, but life is about progressing I knew what I would do soon as I started pursuing it One wrong decision away from this being ruined Look, 2 and 2 that's 4, 4 and 4 that's 8 8 and 8, that's what I'm great at Give you three of them 16's plus a hook and you play that I said that 150 was left, I was mistaken though Half of them gonna stop riding soon as I start faking, yo A third of them gonna stop listening soon as I start faking, yo They saying ''he done sold out, he not like he used to be'' How you know how I used to be? I snap and hit your whole block up with prayers, y'all ain't used to me 50 fans left, 10 hate me cause I'm red 10 don't like me, but won't say it 10 mad them girls like my dreads 20 left, 12 want me to marry 'em 6 looking for a head out, they want me to carry 'em Never that, deleting and bury 'em, that leaves it at 2 One is me and if you still there the other is you That leaves it at 2 One is me and if you still there the other is you [Verse 4: Ellis] I'm back at it like a relapsing addict Being that I'm cut from a fabric that no longer exist [?] seeing gorillas in the mix ruling with a hell void fist But 85% won't get my gist It ain't easy, please believe me, yeah, your life would need me Living in Babylon even the richest greet So long as hell is beneath me Your eyes couldn't fathom what you see if you was me Where I be, the queens of the Earth look at a good guy like a jerk Purple hands from the granddaddy purp [?] Denim so fly shirt Don't get hurt, murked over a smurk John Doe six feet under dirt [?] going [?] like Kevin Durant in dirt Wake up with my phone chirped Can't find work, but I'm working towards [?] Soul hurting, need to do some soul searching Turn evil in my pockets, hurting, one things for certain This is what the street's thirsting You let me in there's curtains for the BS they're blurting They making words rhyme, I was doing that at nine [?] go from God's glory when I shine that got them blind Word, please divine [Verse 5: Chris Webby] The new version of Jekyll and Hyde Checking the rhyme and it's straight madness Snort a half brick of the yak till I'm doing backflips And trip over my feet and fall into some wooden cabinets And the show producer fire whoever put me on Rapfix So on point AKA Young Cactus, tuh a mothereffer Yeah I do it like your dad's friends, so I'm back in with this rap stuff You know that I'm wrapped up and you know what? I forgot what I was saying so I'mma freestyle this And Sway be like “Oh ish, oh he's about to do this” Because I'm coming back, you know when I'm coming when I play I don't play, I do this sh** all day, damn I swore But it's okay, you don't got the answers Sway Because I'm running back and you know that I'm sick as Answer A I be coming back, no one can see me and this here is easy You better believe me ‘cause that's just how it's going So you better remember it, a white boy coming out the heart of Connecticut You know I get it in and every day I'm burning sh** Go on my website homie, get the merchandise That's how I'm going, you know that you can't see son It's Chris Webby and my varsity is ED-1, see son, I be going and flowing It's off the top and every day I'mma rock and it never stops, word