Rob Hicks - The Racine Cypher lyrics

Racine Cypher [Verse 1: Rob Hicks] My flows illegal in 6 out the 7 continents Upon this planet earth, so sick damn it hurts To know that dudes i graduated with grew up to be fiends Ironic he's serving soap to n***as that's tryna get clean But I'm making a k**ing but n***as will never give props to my style You feel a little embarra**ed cause I'm off to Paris and taking a picture of clouds Feel like the wheel of a ferris, my cranium spinnin but I will not throw in the towel Poppin a pill from a terrorist, the gat in my hand everyone get the f** on the ground n***a! I set the bar to High for even myself sometimes Outkast can't even f** with me and myself combined I got respect for every artist in the city But honestly I think I'm better than every artist in the city And some people say that all I got is flow I disagree but I did go a good job when I mopped this floor One man high life, a conscious spittin' major stackz I'm ga**ed up no disrespect but I don't need no stop n go Hah Damn rob what u name droppin' fo? Don't get it twisted I ain't dissin' but I bet they'll listen Reverse psychology I'm thinking deeper when I write my bars, so I won't have to pray no more when I go up and swipe my card! Bang Rob [Verse 2: Eric Prime] All eyes on me i 2Pac it cuz it's in my genes Eric Prime the one who rocks it with similes I'm the hot topic like where gothics be getting things This kid is spitting clean like he's sipping on Listerine sh** it's mr e the one who's spitting mysteries I rhyme cold as winter breeze but leaves tracks blistering This joint dope, got fire pa** it to me Turn anyone thats listening to a Crack sniffing fiend I fly high, The hero doing h**ne They like me, that don't mean they compare to him Above your head dog, cause it's farfetched I ain't the same as y'all, I'm Clark kent But know, I ain't tryna be in the Louis lane Tryna be in the fast lane where they know the name I get on stage and they go insane cause the flow propane Haters grab a Scope and aim, at Closer range and go Cobain Cause they full of regret and so ashamed That they got burned by the spoken flame Ya! We from Wisconsin but you know we got that illa noise Call other rappers Pinocchio, we realla' boy Damn! Fake rappers better get a grip The only time you bust led it with your pencil tip You ain't really do the dirt so i can't dig it All of my raps got nothing but facts in it So don't ever get it twisted like Back flipping Can't see me but you'll vanish like a magician Bro you ain't ever gunna be the man like Peter Pan You see I'm saying you gunn' need a plan Like a seed in sand you won't ever get a root And I won't get salutes till I get some loot But sh** it's cool cause I don't do it for you I just do it, for that real hip hop And people who don't front doe they tell me that my sh** knocks Dudes worse then kids bop needa make like fiends and kick rocks Why You racists hating cause I'm not black bruh I only hate races that effect my asthma You get it, my lungs just can't handle a fast run But on a track you still getting pa**ed up [Verse 3: Esch] Now everybody from the 313! Lookin' boy! I'm not even from the hood, I'm not even from Detroit But i'm a cracker, I'm salty cause Marshall Mathers Rapped on it Called him a bu*ton on yo automobile, yea I'm a honky What are you laughing at? I don't even battle rap I grew up on 3 mile, that's minus 5 you get the aftermath So f** rap you can have it back If I'm just a wanna be Outta be doing R&B Cause I can sing in Harmony Ahhh Im sicken wit it, pastie flow Not talkin' Bout listeners of the radio But thats a stereotype Comparing me cause I'm white And i may be dope but i can never be shady yo Ya, ya its a cypher so they wanna hear something lyrical But i just wanna be myself and I just wanna keep it real Anti-Antagonist yea this isn't a competition To my opposition don't be the best just be different [Verse 4: Domo Bankz] It go D-O-M-O B-A-N-K-Z n***as be coming at me And then telling me that I'm amazing It's crazy, cause I was just thinking the same thing But I wouldn't be taking no shots at ya boy cause my bullets be blazing See Imma slow it down just wanted to get ya brain going You might be number one but u lame D-Rose story These n***as talking making money, rocking Tom Ford n***a I made money from falling off of my skateboard Flow is probably sicker than n***as jackin' to gay p**n Got hot bars spiting fire like a flame thrower My apologies if you think that I'm to straight forward But that's just my state of mind cause that is where I'm goin I see some positive perspective in resurrecting the rap game But it's hard to get this n***as to come up when they just so lame I stand straight, you Quasimodo with back pain But there's no Esmeralda cause you have no trill dame Receding when I'm checking you even though I brought back change Trying to be some legends like track 4 on project 8 Rob Hicks, Esch, Prime, and Ryan oddity Call that a pentagram my n***a get yo geometry Rapping with the kings of the game it doesn't bother me They calling me a beast F with me, call it sodomy [Verse 5: Ryan Oddity] They askin' Who am I, my name is Ryan Oddity They claim its do or die so i live this life they livin' lies So I won't stop till these cats catching suicides Cause i probably Ate em, Whose talkin' bout 9 lives Playin' ya'll pussies but I ain't really feel on Stay real on my lines, but its been off the hook You can follow the book, inbetween with these lines If you bored, ya we on it The king to a rook Just the one to raise the underground, I arose from a past life Came out Mad loud, rolling like the thunder sound Shot down like lightning for being so damn bright But was I that ripe? It's time to pick me off now Not from The Mil, must have heard that through the grapevine Would be buzzin if you saw me on the boards to slice it Most talk words rhymin, how i speak ain't shy Can't be in my lane cause Racine got drive So why these Cheesy rappers holdin heat? Just a hot pocket Not sick cause you take shots like docs job is Checkin you at this appointment, Cause you not coughin' All they know it's blown out so don't wonder why it's not rockin' With old school flow sets, guess rust is underneath But I say this still in cause all my pipes are running clean If you 45 and rappin, the doors the way to go You thirsty for the hype, know your age to old I'm just waitin' so I know what to serve at these guys Don't give me tips like your waiter spat in fries Should be on poles how i am, on this magic mic Like new smokers, no one knew he rapped this tight Band wagon claimin' sweet stuff because Kids forced to f** with you, came with childish antics Now you met your match b**h, the rap game Chris Hansen Before you front you better back it up