One-2 - Armenian Emcee Cypher 2014 (Hosted By DJ Base) lyrics

[R-Mean: @Rmean] Rep' for my people , but never discriminate homie My skin and race irrelevant the love still there Besides the couple times it turned blue my blood' still red So bust ya muthaf**in' slugs in the air See I'm the future no quest' Ready to die now But hoping to die late Like your pupils on X Tell me who's to blow next , the flow of d**h will end foes Rappers like that Sixth Sense movie they've been ghost They disappearin' my appearance Apparently pairin' me with a pair of impaired emcees Comparin' me is a parody ain't no repairing thee When I'm paralyzin' a pair of beats see despair in your peeps And paranoia the Pentagon's taking over But muthaf**as tryna silence the 'P' like pneumonia Nobody loud as we , this our odyssey til' we make it So I ride til' I die like I'm driving intoxicated It's the muthaf**in' Mean hope you ready Bars so barbaric like Barcelona this sh** here about about to get Messi Cristiano Ronaldo - the rap version These cats lack pa**ion , I slap em and crack sternums These swag rap f*ggots attack em with gats burnin' The mic is my scalpel the rap surgeon ...Swervin' The realest lyricist "R" rip em' apart They really cli*oris all lip and no heart Who really feelin' this? all livin' with god "Our Wounds Are Still Open" bars written in blood So muthaf**in' Mr. know it all ..Pop , Pop , Pop 3 in your head , turn your skull into a bowling ball ....Strike !! [ApEye: @ApEye_Tak] When I was young I had a vision Spit that old school west coast flow like ice-t no Lipton My flow so smooth that it sounds like I'm crippin My a** bad news like zack n Cody in the Tipton Boy, I'm tryna get it while I'm living Cause if I die my parents gotta work for they living No trust left for these woman I feel pity Don't send my homie nudes cause all of us go see your titties Get with it My sh** go hard They tellin me my flow tight like a small size fitted And I'm sick of all these f*ggots in my business My verse stood out cause I was all about my business I ain't talkin about no cars ain't talkin about no b**hes I'm spittin out that real sh** ain't talkin about no gimmicks I ain't never rapped about no rapper life that I be livin I'm just a wheel boy sellin rims for a livin' Hopin that my life keep spinnin' Hoping that these motherf**ers like these writtens If they don't man all I ask is please just listen That's the only way you'll understand this life I'm livin' [One-2: @One2Cob] One-2's like the Armenian Nas of this annual cypher When it comes to Emceein' most rappers see us as Gods Heard I'm peaceful? don't believe in them lies I plan to harm ya, when I'm puttin hands on ya its not a Swedish ma**age More like a**ault 'n battery, they thought that I was soft When I actually have more heart than alcoholics sufferin with Cardiovascular enlargement I'm talkin with deep philosophical street jargon Even without a top, yo the flow is so hot That I still got the windows inside of the Jeep foggin' Grabbin my balls instead of smilin inside a photo Excuse my abrasive nature, its just the "G" in me like the Masonic logo My ominous presence will make your knees tremble Practicin Tai-Chi inside a Chinese temple With increased mental abilities; I make the things that many might consider impossible seem simple Born with a purpose, I'm fit to do this Got cougars slidin down the pole, doin slick maneuvers While we sip Kaluah's, my clicks the truest One-2 is bringing you that real underground sh** like sewers, huh! [capital Z: @IAmCapitalZ] Hip-hop excellence, immaculate bars Los Angeles, my home, you could find me on a map of the stars Okay, maybe not, but I ought to be Only dope emcee you know with a law degree, who hard as me? My mind is my weapon, I'm just speakin' to 'em Book smart, street smart, man I'm freakin' fluent I speak it all, entrepreneur, I did it all You could find me in the streets, on beats or city hall Or findin' pleasure breakin' other stereotypes No chains, no j**els, I ain't wearin' no ice I ain't startin' no fights, and I'm very polite But if you f** with my family, you'll get buried tonight I got people to empower, I'm not arguin' with haters In a room full of cowards, it ain't hard to be the bravest In high school, my teacher said I wouldn't be sh** So that motivated me to do more than he did My flow, organic, all-natural, no gimmicks Comfortable in my own skin, no image Mix a little 'Pac, a little Bukowski A little Johnny Cochran, a little LeBowski I'm that dude, reppin' for my comrades, too A f**in' All-Star, Chucks is my combat shoes I'm 34 now, so hip-hop's my younger brother And I love his a** more than you love your mother ...I am capital Z [Lil Man: @HollyHoodKid1] The world watching time to show them what I'm all about Mind on my money so you know I'm on that paper route My flow A1 with it I'm knocking rappers off my hit list This is greatness in the making everyone sit back and witness I rip it the start of a new era Talking like you good f** boy I'm better When you hear them shots ring out see them holes in your sweater Then you realize you got hit with the beretta It ain't' nutin' but an LA thang Double cup off the Mary while I'm swerving lanes Got choppaz That go bang Got dealers that gonna' slang Got k**ers that run up on ya' they yelling out what you claim, Huh Me and Crazy from the Eastside of our cities Pasadena to Holly we started from the bottom really I see you act hard but you really looking silly Man I'm really bout a milli' you bout' money then you feel me , muthaf**a ! [BlackJack: @ThatsBlackJack] Whoever step in this M'r F'a is getting severed Next you internet n***as talkin twitter im clicking metal On whoever ponder they hotter getting bodied lava Piranhas that'll have your whole squad hoppin back in ya Honda Sublime with the grind but im front line with the drama Fronted lines for dudes you idolize ,and i done made some dollas Changed their whole style from volatile to being a f**in' problem Ran rap for miles and probably'll style on who popin' And you ain't gotta say the man sick , cuz when the man spit Emcees get ate , and we ain't talking nick cannon's chick Known for grippin them hammers and flipping that grammar random Put platinum plates on the phantom the ones with the panoramic And fans plans im panning to stans hamper demand And i'll stamp me and my fam and them grand champion sh** Answers u wit answers that'll damage ya amateur click n***as be dancing and sh** thrown the culture away So whoever throwing shade imma give em the 4-fif and call sway For the mourning show to tell Tech their'll be a wake Awake the latent you can take the statement verbatim And be amazed that a label waited to place em Cuz the game full of yes men bunch of n***as just Con "Yay" By any means to fit in them skinny jeans they flambé Group of fanooks in the booth thinking they cute Rocking a b**hes boots i grew up on Pac and the chipped tooth [Big V: www.BigVMusic.com] Now hold up lemme pause for a minute So deep got my balls all up in it Have you nod when im finished Cuz im raw when I kick it Meet a star that ain't involved with the gimmicks Rap God in his image, get it all of the strength of my lyrics Which means I can spit to no beat it won't bother me I can stand here in a tee that says "I'm weak" And still be the hardest emcee Laid back ,but I got a warrior aura Got a who*e in a Ford so I gotta explore her Im the son of a captain from the USSR Committing war crimes everytime I'm spittin these bars I be k**in em ,one verse at a time You simple minded mother f**ers are spittin nursery rhymes I was built in a furious forge Beastin make King Kong look like Curious George ...Its V baby! [Nazo Bravo: @NazoBravo] Ayo Fresh off the yacht, the Wolf on Ya'll Street They say that mothaf**a hard, concrete Young Bravo, so goes the saga So cold, I could mold ice cubes from a bowl of lava This for my generals that's locked down In a compound, tell a hater calm down Cuz when your girl leave your house mad as hell I'll have her at my crib, Happy as Pharell It ain't hard to tell Cheapskates takin cheap shots below the belt But victory is sweet b**h, tell me how it taste now 100 percent Hye but Black from the waist down Game changer, like I'm holdin the remote The game's got cancer, and I'm the f**in' chemo I seen your Instagram, stuntin hard, twerk Make it jerk... b**h get a job, work On my grown man sh** wit a bad chick Gettin ratchet, if she throw it Imma catch it I told you maricons my zone is Mighty Hye Still I rise and it's no surprise And to the homie who told me that I would never do sh** wit it I still love you, but you're a f**in idiot [Lil' Crazy Loc: @Crazyloc1] My dope flow seems like its coming out of Medellin Feening have you coming back like you on Methamphetamine See I'm an Armenian , they had to let me in Now u see me in headlines live on CNN Feds confined me, news defined me grimy How da hell da find me if they try to deny me I'm that 1 out of 99, 9mm behind me Thats the 1 reason why Capone-E & Criminal signed me Cashes all handed advances big bank enhances now you tell me the chances Rock crowds and attractions, Madisons ma**es Hampton mansions from Manhattan ta Kansas France ta Amsterdam, Birmingham ta Japan On behalf of me & LiL' Man I wanna' thank all the fans Keep your day job fam , I do this for a livin' Times slippin' missin' listen' You can hear the diamonds ticking [P'Knuckle: @PknuckleMusic] I'm back by popular demand, i'm here to take the stand They're saying i'm the truth so i'm raising my right hand To keep it one hundred i was weighing a thousand grams Reading your comments on youtube and instagram Im jus speeding through life you're posted hating like a bike cop Only see eye to eye when i'm pointing that cyclops Won't hesitate for a moment to put you in that pine box So disrespectful ell you to go and get your shine box Got this game in a cobra clutch, shame you don't know of us Insane in the brain take off my mask so you know its us My cosa nostra busts, ain't nobody cold as us Mixing coc and dust the cold crush brothers couldn't cope with us Drugs yeah i sold a few, thugs help mold a few Still don't change the fact that i could still spit a quotable Do this for my people say my name right when you speak it Been doing this since OG's were sitting back drinking old english Arguing back and forth about who is the best out Needless to say its hunting season time to pull your vest out I"ll clip you in the barber shop, smoke you in the hookah lounge Sharkeisha you mother f**ers on the porch of your mamas house! [Apollo Poetry: @ApolloPoetry] Product of a genocide. Show you how we all survive Apollo is an archaeologist, I find them petrified I told them that I'd get them high, without giving them a redder eye Just a retina that's inside the forehead, in the center eye I'm the one that holds me back Got the ball sack for the Cognac With the coke jack, you on coke, Jack? Kick a dope rap, bring em all back Lit a flow match Spitting a little, the middle's a pillar to fill in the healer, while k**ing the k**er that's hidden within her; belittle that riddle and get your soul snatched Bits of the brittle'll get the flow cracked, if in the middle, get on your own track Dig her, not with her but give her the dizzle, you spending a little, thinking you really own that? Know, that, I'm a creep in- like I'm suppose to 90's style with more drive than a chauffeur I own wax salons, and you are an Armenian chick In other words, you keep me rich I'm the only kind who makes fun of his own kind Who makes up with his own mind Who wakes up at his own time, Neo. I'm Feeling wealthy though I'm very broke I told yall to google my name cause I couldn't afford SEO Won't rap that I move more coke than Pepsi Co Fukushima in the Pacific with a deadly flow So I sip it, the liquid, to brim I'm a fill it, then tilt it n' spill it, for those who ain't here Inhale it, and let it just hit in the spirit, and feel it within it, for those who went there Breathe in the air, feeling prepared, cause' I'm the craziest With a flow so sick, it turned God into an atheist Peace