Stabes - Level Psypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] My lyrics are closed captioned, dripped before the easy today Open your eyes and you can witness every lyric, display Half of what you hear is false, and what you see is the making of the truth, written in brail So you can feel what I'm sayin', given n***as the holy spirit when I'm speakin' in tongue With the truth in the [?] store, you were reachin' the young And teaching the dumb how to smarten up their raps, and become, a better lyricist Most of these n******gs rapping is bums Go and look for some confidence Then you search for desire, pa**ion and heart Subsequently, the will to inspire Subject matter, relatable topic you can convert Into words for everyone And maybe you'll imerge up to this new level [Verse 2: Eyedos (Jynx Inc)] We on that new level I'm the boss to beat The only time y'all flossing is between your teeth Go and get your two cents Cause talk is cheap No matter how high I'm above your peak (hovering) Ain't nobody in my way gonna stop me Handicapped match vs Apollo and Rocky Y'all come sloppy like [?] Joints Flexing all tough when you're as fake as roids [Verse 3: Ruffnek (Jynx Inc)] We on the next level, making noise Top floor apartment, with a few rebel baby boys When we cooking cheap It's what we push on the streets Mc's pounding the beat Like heavy-footed police I get in with the p**y [?] weak So I tore it up [?] So accept I never wore a glove [Verse 4: Krypto Man (Jynx Inc)] [?] [Verse 5: Goofy] [?] [Hook: Stevie Stone] [?] The live of the moment [?so ooze b**h down?] [?] In the rap town [?so ooze b**h down?] [?] breezy [? so ooze b**h down?] [Verse 6: Thommy Nekro the Solanum] Hell bent, but i'm heavenly gifted In Houston, Texas, My spit remains the sickest From the time i arrived there, Ya got 2 wishes left Got that, flow like asthma, I be takin' your breath Thommy Nekro, the Solanum, Don't act like you ain't heard of me My boys be devilish, Burnin beats to the worst degree Anyone stoppin' my faction, straight absurdity Grab harder than the grapple and your girlfriends 30[?] division 2 4 5, we sir runnin the loan store, we way ahead of the geese, like a horricore loan store The king is here, so put you rookies in check, so when i come around, bow down, and gimme respect Or i can sever their neck, and watch it spew like a fountain I'm stackin Simpsons in a bottom like I'm king of the mountain f** a label outta me like a trick, i did it with Adams [?] the Solanum [Verse 7: Rysk] Midwest monster, fresh to d**h Master level, after level, yes on to the next They call me father, [?] titan when they come to confess Next step, correct, for i do not bless, any weak rhymes These lames are locked, and i walk up to a new land, Millennium Falcon One rap at a time, i invade your home I'm a rappin' in this heat, and like that, the tough realm Wheres it's rappin and percisin', like a [?gab?] to the dome It's lyrical chrome, i never gotta reload Spittin full metal jackets, got me splatterin brains Steppin' to my new level, you're either stupid or brave So please take note of this, yeti, grey ape sh** I'm loosened and mysterious So when i [?] own [?bricks?] [Verse 8: Dannibal Lecter] Let it be known, that i don't want no part of your war Better leave me alone, or i'll blow you away Wickedness bled from the industry's head See em, infection spreads and slowly becomes a play Revolution is near, Mr. Washington's here, better get this sh** clear, we're here to save the day Man the battle stations, it's a war between the nations Bring about the combination, of the sacrifices we made We crushin the competition, give em the best of our position And exposed from the contradiction, that the media portrayed With a sense of ma** destruction, i could target the swag and function, cause a dramatic disruption, break the bonds of a slave [Verse 9: Serious Mak] [?] [Hook: Stevie Stone] [?] [Verse 10: Stabes] Rippin' dope flows and quotes by the level store Real types spitting with a hard hitting metaphor Smokin up blunts at the front of the liquor store Music that will make your head nod till the [?line of the gore?] But I ain't never been rappin' a grinch Roll hard till i die, i'm destined to spit I was brought up by kings who hustled the street When it comes to lyrics [?] never compete Real sh**, My ink flows strong like a tidal wave Never skipped a needle when it's time to let the record play Most rappers doubt they stop putting in the page Pack their bags up and then go and hit the highway Can't f** with KD, Calhoun, and gorillas stays We that real sh**, that these s**ers tryin to imitate Heavy ba*tards could never like a feather weight We'll leave the whole scene, shook en like an Earthquake [Verse 11: Rotten Robbie] Hey! I'm Rotten Robbie!, and I'm on a new level [?] crackin' on my shelf, when i'm digging up a body! Yes i'm Rotten Robbie! And i'm with a motherf**in' dead b**h, Don't beef, you will die [?] so I'm on a different level, with some J's and a new double G You should know me! You should see, Rotten Robbie, is what they call me! So i'mma shut this b**h down, [?] [?] [Verse 12: KD the Stranger] [?] [Hook: Stevie Stone] [?]