Ma**aka - Grind Mode Cypher lyrics

[Intro] Uh huh Grind Mode Cypher Diabolic whattup [Verse 1: Lingo] What the deal player? I get nice on mic devices A true trailblazer so I'm hikin' up my prices Debate it now, wait an hour and lay it down Then lock it in a vault so my music's safe and sound Protect from biters, who watch and respect the fighters Unless you writing that check, I'm chic-checking you biters Infecting your life, like insects with a bite s**in' dumbs you f**ing dumb, guess incest is inside you Blatant or discreet you're hating on a G Emcee Damn he Gotta take it to the street See? Place a beat, and it's like placement on a beat So I'm son'ing these pigs, so they bakin' in the heat Deal breakers break fast and they steal paper From ma** appeal and ask for a meal later Blast the steel with Jesus grabbing the wheel savior Oxymoronic cause all of y'all real fakers [Verse 2: Rippz] The roadie devil I'm damaging drums with Diabolic So blow these rebels and don't forget to swallow the tonic The flow be celibate never finding a f** to give To chauvinistic rappers and trap is stuck on some s**er sh** Not me though, defiant with a giant ego And I'm about as iron as Mike Tyson with a mic and a beat yo Spit vernacular nastiness better let it go Ask anybody Rippz is spectacularly incredible SLAM! Let the boys be boys And you ain't gotta be on X, better bring the noise Public Enemy number one I'm Dillinger with the paint mayne Ridiculous riddled rhythms alliteration my end game A stone cold ben grip when I blow so throwin' boulders Old soul, young rebel the 401 is on my shoulders Any questions you better address a General properly Hip-hop is still breathin', say different u trying not to be [Verse 3: D-Gazz] Dante's inferno, Mister Diablo You an intern, so in turn it's me you follow I could be tomorrow see defeat and still defeat the power I'm devouring these rappers like the feast of beats And cease the heater of lies I'm the breeder of rhymes Your minds peace, come get a piece of my mind I'm from the smallest state, it's something like a crucifix Because every time I say I'm in R-I, I'm in our ride It's like I'm reading it off a crucifix If that went over your head, you must be new to this Cause Lingo set the track like that know when i do the sh** If you a ?? sh** I got rhymes to make you duck, duck And raise the bar make these rappers clap like back to dump trucks You dumb f**s couldn't handle this It's grind mode, two fakers and we put you out like a candle wick We're brawl game, Diabolic won't stand for it [Verse 4: Ma**aka] All that Medicinal haze got your visual's vague Now your sitting in the state collecting minimum wage Wishin' your game was sharp Like a barber with a straight razor It wasn't really you, fake heart - pacemaker You really think I didn't come to rap, son? My only task - don't be task one Come on Cory, how could you be that dumb? Real underground cats knew exactly where you grabbed it from Man f** that, it's the grind mode cypher Hard rhymers, no bar biters and ghost writers When you flow, it's comparable to Alzheimer's But me? You can feel it in your bones like arthritis And I ain't gotta throw a line to try n' hook 'em Even though I read you, I wouldn't book 'em You counterfeit by the sounds of it [womp womp womp] You Charlie Brownin' it [Verse 5: Easty] Y'all are task one copies Diabolic's grandson Shots below the belt, I ain't reachin' for a handgun I put in work One take, I'm hitting every snare drum Throw my three's I'm the man to cross em' up, and one Bringing back the ‘bolic that's as potent as the chronic Been smoking, it toking it Hold my dick since you on it My diction you could turn a dictionary into a dinosaur Breaking verses like a spinal cord ‘til my final raw want beef Bring the cattle to the final battle Here I'm in my Golden State and you wish you a Cavalier Real as a tatted tear Drip below the eye line, I'm just like Hernandez k**er for lifetime Like my neck tatted, f** the game like a s** addict Throwing slugs through the atmosphere I got the best balance When i crack a pen, I swear it's the X factor Y'all are last week's headlines, and I'm the next chapter [Verse 6: Pa**ionate MC] Seeking in a sleeveless and gloves When I'm walking and they can't tell if it's me Or if it's scorpion a**aulting I'm offing ‘em Gripped you by your feet to life you off of them Then body everybody ‘til your body hits the floor again So quick it's like the time froze Pulled the strap to tie around your dome Like the blindfold Your whole circle will divide slow And catch three when I drink this one fourth like a pinecone Disa**embling your team You will never see this pa**ed down I am not a hereditary gene I am truthfully unique like Bruce Lee With his two legs that'll knock you each into two weeks from next Tuesday But back to the present, a psychopathic obsession For burying the dead in wet cement for a lasting impression And when I'm finished It's your girls I screw Cause I've done seen more top than a birds eye view [Verse 7: Diabolic] I've been getting dome from this hottie Margeaux in a Monte Carlo She tries yapping, I die laughing like Donnie Darko Couple margaritas and she wants the hardest wiener Followed by, "you ain't sh**" Okay b**h, you aren't either My bars are ether Either that or scarlet fever Ask for verses I'm a plastic surgeon, I charge for features Dark tequila makes me a heartless creature Without an axe to grind a hatchet's fine I'm the sharpest cleaver I spark the reefer indigo or (?) sativa On this same couch ‘til I'm spaced out like parking meters Martian leaders are attacking Earth from other worlds Cause I crossed my DNA with theirs when I f**ed his girl I get drunk and hurl call the b**h a b (?) crew Pull out my dick and I mix the gene pool, piss and refuel I be cool cause I can take inanimate objects And trap them in a concept like captive Vietnam vets Ah yes, start babbling some nonsense And the b**h is going crazy like Carrie in a prom dress I just drift off and process my sick thoughts More sicker than a mortician with his dick in a stiff corpse