Crossover - International Psypher lyrics

(this track would take way too long to gather lyrics for EVERY verse, so I'm only adding A-Game's and Info Gates) [Verse 2] (Info Gates) Here we go now they sick of me? How bout that - Basically? Rap is a rat Since 2K6 I had to snap, Hussein sh** Iraq the track Rap is a b**h, she's on my back - hangs up on me then calls right back Gates is a fly on the wall like tacks, they're on that bullsh** they call lies "FACTS" Keep your dick jerkers in your pockets While I write obnoxious lines out on hundred dollar bills that'll fill up shoeboxes Women in crotchless panties jock us, preppies co*kblock us Just imagine how insane this sh**'s gon' be once we see profits, b*atches! Back it on up, act like you know - it's about to go down [?] Kids talk sh**? Quick kick like Judo, high school kid with a kid like Juno Stupeedo, stupido, beat tracks like [?] kiddo Smothering you motherf**ers to d**h, like "Shut up and eat this pillow" MOB, BOM, money over b**hes, b**hes over men Men talk sh** when you get those b**hes, b**hes talk sh** when you fall in love with them sh**'s a** backwards, don't make sense - friends turn enemies, enemies friends Cleverly hurdling every fence, better be ready we very intense [Verse 3] (Delirious) What's up mothaf**az? Say hello to D. Bringing darkness to the industry, holocaust lips; I was meant to be, just flowing sick sh**, destroying beats It's an oral feat, speak in tongues, unique. Translates to escape for the bold and meek Giving hope with the d**h portrayed in my speech. Sinful thoughts of man with depravity, See I'm a vindicated symptomatic stalker. Stalking and k**ing off the competition I'm vulgar Slacking a** rappers get calmly attacked and I off them Often compulsively pa**ive, until I've been f**ed with Substance, try to get some kid. Stuck with a flow that's remedial, its nothing Simpletons blow up your ego at every function. Everyday hero, I'm here to remove the obstruction Tolerance, what I'm lacking when I spazz out. Bad sounds make me rage, Like a wild child Find out, I'm an ape, I don't have clout. Fueled by the f**ing environment, imma crackdown Sift through nonsense, I'm probably gonna stab clowns. Simple lyrics, incoherent mixing heard all throughout Shoot down, the inferior to prove how. We're the mothaf**az bringing ruckus to the underground I don't know what makes me Delirious, it's crazy Switching personalities like styles. I'm a pit with rabies Like Sadie, sadistic. But, I'm no b**h, I'm ripping Out the throats of every MC in the game that claims they're wicked [Verse 6] (A-Game) G-G-G-G-G-Goddamn! Ain't nothing better than a f**ing psypher track with some psycho cats And I might go snap on a beat, you're weak and can't roll with us like your axle cracked I rap with a pa**ion, put in work while you slackin', you little swags better back up I'm nineteen years old with a flow so dope, so I guess I have a reason to act up Let's keep it real mane, cause half the people that I meet are fake like A three dollar bill dang, and it is sad to see The people I considered friends changing like the seasons I'm hoping they become a quadriplegic and go for a swim in the deep end With some chum attached to their feet, and a deep cut that's making 'em bleed While chilling with a school of angry, hungry bull sharks that haven't eaten in weeks I'll say what I please, f** being discreet if you don't like me? Then it's unlikely That I'll find a f** to go give your a** in person or on these sixteens, sh** Since I don't give a f**, your best bet is to f** yourself Need the extra help? Go try it out with someone else The day I quit rap? It'll be easy for you to f**ing tell Cause pigs'll be Superman status, and me? I'll be eating a snow cone in hell!