Strayakunt - Genius Users Cypher #2: Shook Ones Part II lyrics

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Strayakunt - Genius Users Cypher #2: Shook Ones Part II lyrics

[Intro: Strayakunt] Ay you know what it is Straight outta 8 Mile '95 hahahaha Mobbing deep son Let's go [Verse 1: gamemast15r] Paranoia haunts me Grand theft auto on my mind with all these car keys I carve trees, leave your a** retired like Charles Barkley I'm grateful for the dead I'm grateful for anything that goes to make me bread I stab you in the neck with a pen Sign your soul away in blood, it will all be ok in the end Hallelujah, Fidel Castro knocking on d**h's door Nine Inch Nails in your forehead like Trent Reznor Crucifixes, the juice is written in the Ghetto Quran The metal will spawn, hollow tips that fit in your palm Bunch of knuckleheads, get my fist to your face Am I really the one that has to put your b**h into place? I spit with such conviction and grace I'm violence incarnated, you just listen to Ma$e And if you snitch on anyone, you'll get clipped with no case [Verse 2: I_need_2_die] From Columbus, I ain't scared and I'm infamous There's a reason why everyone see my wickedness Broke into houses and sold a couple of grams I ain't telling a story like I'm Big Baby D.R.A.M Crack houses downtown while wannabe gangsters in the burbs They look like clowns and they get there a** beat on the curb I got anxiety so I guess I'm like Cudi There isn't anyone I know that's like Buddy Holly told me she'd date me but I know she been s**ing dick But goddamn, the way she looked, made me harder than a brick Food stamps and welfare doesn't help that much So I gotta save the day like a CS GO clutch Feelin like Ca**ius with a lot of stings I hate attention so f** the bling f** your high horse, Ima ride a giraffe Your voice is hoarse, makes me wanna laugh I ain't a Nixon, I make stories like Dickens Listening to me is like reading a book f** Rihanna and make that a** twerk Y'all s**er MC's know I can't be shook DMX made the devil his b**h and made him cook That's how I got some spicy sriracha shrimp I ain't king, the liberals call me Raja Pimp Gunshots got me levitated They're always unpremeditated Kanye got me feeling creative Oops, I mean breative Don't wanna be looked at the wrong way I told shawty I ain't got the answers like Sway She left me and I got a new bae It's a brand new day with brand new faces Not that good at rhymes but I know I k**ed it like Jason [Verse 3: IssyTooNice] Issy rip em' all up 270 I hope it don't f**ing stall up In the Volvo get your skull struck With the gun in the back Always tucking the mac Always busting the strap Ill hit your cousin with that You nothing without these raps Im buzzing spitting these facts You busting in now you sad A weak b**h now you finna be dad IssyTooNice my raps finna be bad I wet you up like its slim fast Then wreck sh** up with my ill facts Mind sharp n***a like tacks I Might spark if you steal back Then come back with the real cats Thats 9 lives and we will Spaz f** the 12 Modern Warfare f**ing still slaps Its grind time while we flip packs And make stacks of the chilled crack Then bounce back like we kodak They flash a** off that Cognac Then pa** gas like a mole rat I rap fast leave you feeling whack My clique's packed and we will attack [Verse 4: ThaHipHopHead] Yo, ayo If the entire game went against my ill crew, it'd still lose I k** dudes, and fill brews, all your shots missed like mildew Stab a fiend for half a bean, traffic weed for ma**ive cream Battle all you rappers, then go to sleep with avid dreams Dominate tracks like absolute rulers Ab-Soul rules, yuh, I duel it out with rugers I like it gritty, I'm talking shoot-outs, turf war My tongue is Excalibur, yours is a nerf sword I can make a rowdy room go quiet And I'll force the Buddha into a diet Everybody dyin', but no one is cryin' Maybe I just oughta go a bar silent.... ...Nah, f** that sh** Out the streets now, and I'm still tough as brick Chillin' at the Palace of Versailles, gals at my side And even on text, my verse is better by thousands of times [Verse 5: BS-Calrissian] I hope the main event in my life, is still ahead of me I still got a lot of time till I drop dead, you see I pray every day to thank god for all the luck I had I don't know if I should even demand more I swear, I never swore to hate but fear is in my core Not afraid to admit. Tired of the bullsh** I try to stand strong, can't do it alone, when you're gone My mind is free but gone too, what I gonna do Push my mind through, hope I don't fall more for you Still happens every time, the weary line in my mind Between mine and yours, I can't see the border anymore I'm sure, that I'm man enough but less tuff than I can Or than I could, or should or even would You think I'm weak? you just a fraud acting rough Most who act hard just never saw enough Or had enough, ain't no thing to be hard for yourself I'll wait till you had the guts to be weak for someone else The eager, fight their own ego, that's the enemy The only victory that tells and teach's you any real About yourself, but shooked is what you feel You wannabe a crook, rappin how you pack steel But you're halfsteppin, f** off, become real [Verse 6: YeshuasIsTheKing-116] Let me start this off smooth Get back my groove Its the return of the emperor Watch as I move Like an a**a**in Im sick and tired of yall asking Whos the greatest MC Like I ain't out here rapping Lyrically, yall can't see me Its Hip Hops John Cena Rhymes purer than a bottle of Aquafina Its such a misdemeanor How yall abusing the craft that I love I swear all I hear is money, money, s**, d** Cmon son, you over here giving us that foo foo Na na, your bars are filled wit doo doo Caca, I see right through you You sweeter than LaLa Eating some cheerios Here we go Its the mystical, mysterious Integral, give and go flow Colder than an snowstorm in the NY Raw and prime like a ribeye Yall should see why Im a giant like Eli Or Mike Strahan Im saying Im the man The GOAT, the King The dope I bring will have you sprung or spring for joy And shout Hallelujah Thank God Almighty, its the ruler He dont do it for the mula or the pieces at the jacobs j**eler He just love to go upside your oblongata Who got the juice? You know I got em Wheres your favorite rapper? You know I shot him You know hes dead Fed him this verbal lead He said that he was better than me I replied Those who choose to use disrespectful views upon the G-O-A-T get your block hotter than a city in Haiti You can love, embrace, or hate me But you will respect me Get out my way and let me be great please And as I proceed to give you what you need Ill be making rappers get on their knees and BOW DOWN You clowns [Verse 7: CKoo] Don't ask me how, but I already peeled off another man's skin Feeling f**ing tough? Cut it off, and peel off or I'mma do it again I'm not trynna appeal to any of you, I don't need ya'll as friend So I'mma cut you off, just to lose weight and start to ascend You'll never be in my league, so don't get your hopes up too high Only way you'll f** with me or be touching me is when your body too fly And you're spitting too dry, but I don't mind, cause your head game too wild So Nicki, you better let me cum at you, before I come at you and you'll die [Verse 8: KenZin0] Flow hot, known that I smoke pot All night, 'til I move like a robot Programmed to smoke grams and throw shots Back man, you understand? I'm on top Green light, I'm lightin' the green. No stop Spit lightening right when the beat drops No kidding, I'm living in rack city I'm 'bout to relapse, you can run from it or f** with me I'm coming to gun anyone dumb enough to tempt me I see you sweating, come get me I'm ready, don't disrespect me I'm feeling heavy and stepping on enemies who resent me I'm sending a message You can respect it or get infected I'm guessing you've never been in a rapping Russian Roulette Who's next? Is the question You laying next to me dead I'm s**ting your girl, next day she sending texts to her friends: "Oh my God have you met him? I think I'm f**ing obsessed!" You scared to d**h, you scared to look You shook, 'cuz ain't no such thing as halfway crooks [Verse 9: Meach the Heir] There's a stench in the air… I can smell fear Caution tape all ‘cross the state Guess someone must've fell near Hop the gate tryna solve the case Should've rolled deep like Adeles there For now just concentrate, Buried on the base Is a n***a in a suit not geoffrey from bel air Just search the dirt unearth the worst The corpse of the first Scorched from the words Returned for junior – the kennedy curse You can't catch this Don't leave a clue for forensics No one in red white and blue to avenge it Enter my spot and I'm sending off shots! Offending? You not! Just pretending you hot Tryna skip school with a fake a** fever You can't act like the cypher needs ya Snakes on a plane don't let the vipers eat up Heimlich procedure when my rap precedes a Rappers feature, its raptor season when Meach packs the ether They lacking Cause ain't no such things as Halfway Savage Either you take a seat or take action You spazzin Cause ain't no such things as Halfway Savage Take a seat or take action I destroy the snares and ba** like acid You plastic, getting stretched like elastic Reaching for my standards, you spazzin Im laughin, n***as just got son'd by the ba*tard [Verse 10: Hoshi] Working on a verse

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