Simba The Poet - Underground Arts Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: AJ 773] I still ain't apologized for bodying B Rael Made sure he lost, you can't spell his name without an L I'm off that, no f** that, comparing us a dichotomy I grind like I'm broke, that Brandon Roy knee cap mentality We making a movie, I just let a fine pair mount Then let em drop it lower than Magic Johnson t-cell count I got bars for days like a n***a told on his day ones f** having the sauce, my blood practically A1 Speaking of juice, I'll make her drip em if she join the team But yours full of Bishops and less Raheems I got crack for you like Rick Ross in some baggy jeans I come stronger than Precious, blue jean seams And if you want an issue, a UA meeting where you find him at Please don't get Kap G and I don't even need D9 for that You celibate mcs probably couldn't even find the cat If you want a one on one, goofy then I'm Kyla Pratt [Verse 2: Simba] I'm just a curly headed so and so A silly wabbit or a dog with a bag of bones Half flower child born from cracked cement It's evident the boy been different f** the opps and pray for opposition I'm the spawn of that sh** that Nas was spitting Karate kiddin' Miyagi the master living I promise I got a sickness, I'm praying Jehova Witness Simba the Poet, you a motherf**er I swear they hate to see you shine now you Cain's brother I can't wait til winter comes, I can't wait to be the one I can't wait to split the sun wide open So I can be the biggest star Who's the closest thing to God? Simba swear you so outspoken But I am not a rapper, I am a professor spitting lectures to the pastors Holy Casper [Verse 3: Chino P] Come at Chino P and you will get that clap back I'm coming at your head like a motherf**cing snapback Flavor in your ear, flavor and it's near Baby you can come and get this real flavor over here Gold in this valley, shorty know she worth that I'm just trying to put it down and show you where the work at I got some sh** you can bang your head to I'm k**ing everybody if they got an issue Flavor in your ear, this is my addition I'm spittin' hot sh** like it's paying my tuition Aye Chino, this the girl that we know Got n***as throwing pa**es like they name was Dan Marino A queen of everything, a jack of all trades I just gave y'all some heat like my name was D Wade A rap grim reaper, you should already know I put a pen to a paper and then it's murder she wrote [Verse 4: Pretty Riot] 168 hours still no time for week n***as Chasing a mil, I got plenty time for Meek n***as Situations furry, but I'm out here like stray dog Initials DM, I'm out here ducking macs and ARs sh** made my heart colder than Chicago in January I'm out here trying to get it, by any means necessary Broken generation, you love followers, no one to lead I could f** the game up, but this is just a tease I command the rooms attention, I ain't even gotta talk b**h savor my intelligence, and swallow my thoughts I guess you mad cause some of y'all was just born faker Be mad when my name beside an ex like divorce papers Only get a sixteen, cause after that you gotta pay me I'll never fall, but y'all emcees are more like Gwen Stacy If n***as got paid to be real, y'all ain't getting pensions b**h don't call me dope, to you it's Ms. McClendon