E.y.e. - New Year's Cypher 2014 (Scratches by WREX MASON) lyrics

[Verse 1: Bugsy Malone] Give this mad black man a CAT scan And watch the world marvel at the sight of his divine mind; n***a this is primetime rhymin' I like to treat the game like it's COD I tote these accurate verses, and they burst like a FAMAS Me and my conglomerates Steady droppin' dimes and gems Pennies for the thoughts Gettin' jotted with a diamond pen Eat up all you rhymers Hungry n***as in the struggle, but that's only for a season; My team finna bubble, sendin' chills down spines like, "Who changed up the climate?" Leave a rookie p**y bleedin' Like a torn up hymen Yeah Tell 'em who the culprit is Nah, we ain't anonymous: CB, we be, CT's finest My blue blood is cold, n***a f** your coast I'll scrape all these weak cats like some burnt up toast Give me all my dividends, i want money to blow Run the j**els mother f**er, what you need those for? These Bristol kids is ignorant, spendin' cash on blow f**in' idiots, thats on you But when you do a bump, bump my sh** And when you do a line, recite mine; I go hand in hand with coke cause I'm dope Throw froze speedballs at retards I keep on tellin' y'all I'm frigid I guess you dont get it b**h, I been a menace since Denis was just an infant Bug a villain with an infinite stash of wicked rhythms, n***a [Verse 2: Ryan Jones] Uh Ridin' around with the underground, n***as lie around Yo, look who's chillin'? n***a, I ain't been nothin' different Same n***a with ambition to be livin' with the Hiltons 20-13, the team been doing things; it was business All on a mission with commitment OOH k** 'em, cause I'm chillin' so vigor, with a gold digger Thinkin' i'mma be a globe drifter Rock-this-fu-ckin-house... Cold Blooded; get wild Peace sign in the air, tell 'em if we care; Good vibes is the style over here So, they label me an influence to the clueless and ruined Ryan Jones be the name Pa**in' like students Cold Blooded logo on a global trip On a pogo stick to the top Takin' over; Mojo Jojo sh** Bugsy Malone just phoned home; now we gold 860 is you ain't know So i'mma a mogul in the making Braces on my face, and I'm still gettin' play I been matin' with some females on the way I been single for a day I been sinnin' by the minute; Definition of a penny out to get it I'm the urge runnin' to be worth somethin' Walk around like I'm Earth's coming 20-14, CB got the work coming [Verse 3: jg.] Ayo Mr. Benjamin bu*ton back to Reverse time through the rapture Still flying on Kybalion to capture Transformative energy Mutating mental capacity of the centerpiece Of what is meant to be Yo I find self advocation within knowledge Of one's individuality throughout the silence That's why I leave the imagination to sort that And let the ink paint you pictures like Rorschach; At the end the margin, between consciousness Sometimes I slip up off of the page Into abolishment of realism And steer in it a bit darker I'm lost; Goin' off right at the snap of the marker I get into the ring Not where the hand in the altar sits But where I battle with the human in the mirror's alternate; Myself And through this life, most people who still quote-unquote "alive," have already died; LET THAT MARINATE Mentally and physically The fact I'm here today's the reason that I'm still on the mission to find clarity Felt like God had stopped hearin me Figured the faith lied here in me And discovered a Cold Blooded synchronization From the womb 'til the tomb Rhymin' and truth Lowkey, I'm Earl Manigault developing in time Til' then I'm just waitin' to find the Elements of I Stay + my n***a [Verse 4: Julian Rose] My rap sh** is too legit to quit I can go hit for hit, which means spit for spit You like Kim K, your purpose does not exist All you do is s** dick of these n***as that are rich But I'm good Truly I stay blessed With the talent I've been given there's never a contest Stretch and you will reach Listen I might teach, reminisce Eric B., Rakim and simple beats I been elite since cleats and All-State Been a while since I thought life was all great Life with no art is stop with no start Play with no park What's light with no dark? Check this I'mma wreck this reckless Bringing back hip-hop without the gold necklace Years ahead of me, you better respect it CB representative recently re-elected Did I forget to mention? Since I was in detention I been on tracks venting for your comprehension Furthermore, look at what I've got in store I could probably write a book of all the sh** I can't ignore I could probably write a book of all the sh** I can't afford Look at what I put together Look at where I was before, uh Shy to confident So dominant Youngin' competent, living the fullest Motherf** the consequence And that's common sense [Verse 5: RoSean] Uh Under rate me, you n***as still under rate me? That sh** is crazy, I've seen LeBron in me lately I've seen Mr. Smooth, "Take your b**h to prom with me" lately I mean The game is mine Click a bu*ton, watch us in HD I'm a motherf**ing monster; check me if you want to Step back, Off gla**, or all cash; b**h I'm ballin' And you ain't givin' a** So where your friend at? Quit the stallin' Man, I get up in that p**y I swear I'm reconstructing organs And I don't give a f** about opinions and sh** That's probably cause I view you n***as as minions and sh** You n***as cuffin' girls who took a million of dicks And I don't got to be the shooter, I'll pay my mans, and you hit Now Let's address a couple rumors while I'm soundin' off; I do get way too high, like I live on Mars I don't f** with f** n***as, man it's like a clause And everything I touch is perfect n***a I don't like no flaws I'm perfect Y'all n***as is losers, I'm here Chasin' these dreams that can get ended by shooters I'm talkin' extenders on rugers; n***as pretendin' to be what they not And everybody ran they mouth to the cops And everybody on the block 'til they not on the block And everybody wanna get shot 'til they really get shot, but I'm Just chillin' Rollin' my weed These n***as is on my dick like they b**hes be And I'm just chillin' Chillin' chillin' Ch-chillin' chillin' I'm just chillin' Chillin' chillin' Cold Blooded b**h [Verse 6: CBx1] Yo, yo I told you I'm that n***a, and y'all thought that I was kiddin'? Rollin' in the Dodge with b**hes that def' be wit' it When I'm not in CT, I feel like I'm missin' minutes with my brothers A.k.a the Cold Blooded f**in' senate In my dreams, back then, there was all of these glitches Now I see me backstage, finger poppin' these b**hes While I'm on the road to glory, tryna chase these riches Got distracted from these women, cause all they want are my dig-its n***as Better respect the clique Tearin' up your city, witness me not givin' sh**s I'mma be a legend Breathing legend as I spit When they hear the name Malique, whole cypher right on this dick Uh, yo See there's really nothin' new n***as k**in' n***as, and crackers k**in' 'em too My boy's people witnessed a n***a k**in' for shoes; All I'm tryna' say is I don't want my name on the news Cause that sh** is really k**in' But I'm livin', livin', livin' In the Empire State Where n***as cookin' in the kitchen Cause this college life is crazy, I'm goin' slower when I'm sippin' But I'm always on my grind, and hittin' what these n***as pitchin' Cause I overcome adversity Crackers callin' me n***a But they stand in accolade when this n***a reaches 6 figures So, I'm yellin' to the top, to please get off my Snicker I'm a Cold Blooded n***a, got b**hes bouncin' like Tigger [Verse 7: Daz] I be the illest protagonist So watch who you rappin' with Spittin' crack, and you n***as barely be baggin it' I ain't havin' it with that inadequate f*ggot sh** My n***a, I'm top shelf like two cups in a kitchen cabinet Cold Blooded advocate, lyrical activist School of hard knock graduate, burn 'em like acetate I'm on my 2Pac, k**uminati sh** Hit your b**h with the tsunami dick Make her holla' quick, that's what it is n***a I don't give a f**, like a Jonas Brother's purity ring On the finger of a p**nstar filming a Brazzers scene Eatin' collard greens Poppin' ketamine Laced with poppy seeds, all in the back of their grandfather's SUV n***a I'm gon' get it even if my life depended on it Flow stupid, retarded I'mma grind, and that's regardless Of what you say I want to rise to be a legend Like Dr. Dre A couple grams in my backwoods to keep me refined I said this game is a b**h So I'mma f** it from behind, and you know that I'mma wish it well And if I die, I'll be the flyest n***a in hell I take the purple kush, and then I inhale Exhale, I will prevail Dictatin' this sh** like my name is Fidel Castro, yeah I said my Cold Blooded n***as, yeah we out here Y'all should chill the f** out, cause n***a this is our year Yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah [Verse 8: Tequila Yuen] I'm over 9000, go check Vegeta's scouter My carbon footprint shrunk ever since me & your b**h started sharing showers I'm only kinda sober, rap game Jaffe Joffer Chillin in your barbershop, b**h clean up all these flowers Polly wanna cracker, hottie wanna co*k The sh** & the urine like a "Johnny on the Spot" Tequila motherf**er, licking shotties off your broad In the school, bumping "Lotus & The Jondy" on the quad The ba** kicks in like a hit of the gla** dick This sh** is a cla**ic like strep's going around school 3rd eye open, I don't f** with Chiaotzu's You little clown dudes are headed for self destruction I'm watching DBZ smoking DMT just to get a buzz Y'all need to create some better d** I channel Heisenberg, writing words, never sus The God-Body's potent, my n***a, I'm selling blood I'm awesome, you missed me with the bullsh** You're a terrible marksman, I'll rock your skull as a chain like Dhalsim Leave a n***a stretched out so insane Well known for the art in these parts like Corey Pane Been doing this since mom used to sprinkle my tongue with cayenne pepper We on the grind like we ride for Zephyr You light as feathers, s** a dick for 2 zip 1 4 Cold Blooded motherf**er, til it's done for