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the youtube underground cypher - jay wyatt lyrics

[verse 1: jay wyatt]
i knock this sh*t right out the park, like i was f*cking clubbing (woo!)
hole in one, this is the art, you can’t catch me if you’re running (woo!)
this a match, you’re sub*par, you a b’, don’t start bugging ([?])
put a pin in a b*tch, take your card and start gunning (facts)
you plain with this sh*t, these bars fly over your head (woo)
straight virgin, you b*tch, you ain’t never had a check (nah)
you ain’t never had the s*x, you won’t ever be the best
you needing the dough, making money like it’s bread ([?])
you a pr*ck, just another needle in the haystack ([?])
when i’m on the mic, all these rappers better stay back
aim that gun the other way, that’s a fake gat
all i’m еver spitting on the beat arе them straight facts (woo)
d*mn, i think i might be paving the way ([?])
for all these rappers underrated that are aiming to stay (yeah)
’cause you be chasing the fame, you f*ckers making it lame ([?])
cl!ck*clack, run it back, too many fakes in the game (woo)
b*tch

[interlude 1: avd]
sh*t, it’s my turn? uh, i had something to say
what was it? uh… oh yeah!

[verse 2: avd]
oh, here i go now, they don’t like the flow sound (yeah, yeah)
they say that the flow sounds like no one they know, how (yeah)
they gonna hate on me when i’m just being original? (what?)
i spit it quick a couple times, i’m stuck in that pigeon hole (yeah)
yeah, they want the quickest spit, they love it when i’m chopping it (chopping)
they*they don’t love that party sh*t, don’t love it when i’m popping ([?])
the cap right off of top of a couple of bottles
i’m getting sloppy, drunk and wobble, but don’t kick it with models (tell ’em)
instead, i grab the mic and start to spitting it quick, and
in a minute, i’ve invented the greatest rhythm, it’s written
and i don’t mean to be smitten, but d*mn it, man, the pimping’s infinite
you hating on me still? man, them sh*ts i still ain’t giving it!
’cause when i be ripping, they missing it, was given the beat and he’s ridden it
he feels like he’s winning, just give him a ribbon, but lately, i’m hitting my limits when
i say that we be different, but still can never be better
than the one that’s on the mic, ripping sh*t with three letters
avd, peace
[interlude 2: atoms]
uh (yeah)
yeah, it’s atoms
follow me on social media and sh*t
yeah

[verse 3: atoms]
man, f*ck a warm up, i could hop on and smoke the beat on an off day
show ’em how it’s done and sn*tch the mic like i was kanye
real effing g, that’s a shout to imdontai
but i ain’t youtube rap, they want me leaving like a fall day
see, once i snap on the beat, then it’s finished, yapping diminished
when i spit, it’s for the record, no toast, i’m packing guinness
(and clothes?) my fashion dripping, the pope of my true religion
(my toes?) he jump and swish it, or abloh off of my pigment ([?])
so if it’s war, i’m taking the v, like the mask anonymous
by the fifth of november, they probably wanting an armistice ([?])
the music in my blood, it’s a marvel to my phlebotomist ([?])
i’m smoking so much grass that it probably alarms the botanist
i’m the romulus to your remus, the populist to your leaders
whose prominence is depleted, see, these the bars of a g*nius
now i set the bar up to venus, my opulence so egregious
that marx couldn’t defeat it, i’m rolling strong with antifa
you playing safe? i don’t feel it, nah

[interlude 3: control]
yeah
[verse 4: control]
if encouragement is hesitant, your blessings are irrelevant
they don’t contain your essence, your sentences never genuine (what?)
and notice, despite the fact the world’s events are negative
i’m sticking to the plan, i’ll never be a pessimist (nah)
i teach a lesson in my messages
and methods, so my breath will never represent a negligence of penmanship (woo)
think you’re flipping up the market, make you do some somersaults
don’t be wasting time and hating if you f*ckers want results (facts)
i’m compassionate in nature, but pr*ne to a flash of hatred
dropping gems that turn to green, it’s no wonder my tracks are jaded
b*tch, i haven’t scratched the surface
you still can feel the abrasions, motherf*cker, i’ll be in the playlist ([?])
b*tch! so you can’t contrive the greatness
of the rhyme creation like wu tang in staten island bas*m*nts
kung fu bars with violent pacing, never bothered by your private statements ([?])
by the way, that i define the nation, it’s my time to climb and make it (yeah)

[interlude 4: illiwill]
it’s illiwill, man
i’m in the f*cking building
yeah

[verse 5: illiwill]
here i am, still standing on my ten toes, took ls, and men knows (ten toes, yeah)
woulda been blown, like wind and indo (uh huh)
when i’m indoors, i need tint on the windows (yeah)
like a limo pulling up with credentials (yeah)
so essential, how you liking my pencil?
i don’t rip flows (r.i.p.), like zero, i dig holes
f*ck a pit stop, this sh*t stop when i spit gold
or i get old, i ain’t there, but i’m getting close (yeah)
to the tip top, tick tock, lil’ b*tch, watch
it takes perfect timing ([?])* perfect timing to switch plots
watch me work this rhyming (uh huh), verses chiming like chris kloc
that’s my home boy, like florida, a flo’ boy
they like, “oh, boy!” (oh boy) going back on the road, boy
catch a show, boy (show, boy), y’all my sons like no boy (yeah)
need to listen here, sh*t’s sincere unless you got it, better switch careers
okay, you know what i’m saying unless you missing ears
[interlude 5: ethic the god]
yo
what up?
[?], if you don’t know me
f*ck you

[verse 6: ethic the god]
so you thought you almost had it, no capping when it comes to rapping
i’ma verbally eviscerate competition, then vanish
think you’re all that and a bag of chips? (yeah) pause that, let me ask real quick: (nah)
anybody want to grab a mag? got a bag for the corpse of a rapper that would step to the kid (yeah)
gotta go go gadget, so spastic, flow magic, eat rappers, wreak havoc
spit every flow so molten, they swear to god i morph into dragons (woo)
somewhat savage, ethic the god, there ain’t no d*mn chance, then it’s poof like magic ([?], yeah)
i ain’t average, y’all gotta know my voice, like when seth rogen laughing (“hahaha”)
i’m your captain, i ain’t gonna stop till i dive bomb down like malaysian crashes
watch your asses, y’all get f*cked, no if’s or but’s, like gas, i’m past it ([?])
got bad habits, never occurred in my brain to unload all the rage i trapped in
till i got p*ssed and triggered the switch, and i flipped sh*t quick to release the kraken
all you motherf*ckers would hate to see me succeed
they said i sucked until i son*ed them, i bet they wish i’d concede
i won’t cease until i’m seizing the moment, won’t admit defeat
until it’s rigor mortis, six feet deep, y’all awoke a beast

[interlude 6: holo musik]
holo, b*tch!

[verse 7: holo musik]
i’ve been getting reps in, but getting tired of flexing
i can’t keep pretending like i ain’t been on the bench, and
staring at reflections, hoping since there’s two of me
the pressure would subdue a bit, i tend to hate myself, though, so there’s always tension
but i counted my blessings, uh, pen game electric
whenever the ink is ejected, i start making buzz, i don’t mean a tattoo session (yeah)
i comebat with a vengeance (huh?), that’s why i swing for the fences ([?])
it’d be the death of you if you utter my name in a motherf*cking sentence (yeah)
if you ain’t ready to be dead and beheaded, then better start paying attention
whenever i’m saying, “stay out of my mentions!” yeah, i push my pen even more in contention
i put in the work and i ain’t talking wrenches, but i got a bench, and my weights are my records
so as they be dropping, i’m just getting better and better, and better and better
huh, look, haters, i’m picking them off, yeah, they’re p*ssing me off ([?])
telling us how we should be making songs, sorry, i forgot you were the boss (you were the boss)
i don’t make music just for the views, i use it just like a drug; abuse it
ain’t gonna stop till the only thing i’m spitting is bl**dy mucus

[interlude 7: eddie ace]
ayy!

[verse 8: eddie ace]
n*ggas comedic, i come in and leave ’em speechless
’cause i grab their words and i made ’em eat it like cunnilingus
it’s funny these haters talking, ain’t even reaching my zenith
but the way i k!ll these features, you’d think i was an extremist (man, that’s radical)
massive cold, n*gga, i’m spitting off the afro dome
black and grown, the way i work, you’d think i had a clone
that’s a no, everyone know that i’m simpatico
savage, though, you need a crew, because you’re bad alone (ugh!)
but you can’t shift the odds
or fix the odds, you’ll have to switch facades or get some odds
you think you sick as nas, boy, you ain’t even as sick as slobs!
i’m ’bout to stick it to ’em, just like shish kebabs, my sh*t’s the bomb
i’m making n*ggas, this must be, though, how a god feel
going off on a track like incompatible hot wheels
man, it’s me and rap, how can you say this is not ill?
b*tch, we go together, like peanut b*tter and dog pills

[interlude 8: that rapper mix]
yes, sir
that rapper mix, repping new jersey
ayy
yeah

[verse 9: that rapper mix]
i came to end you, where the f*ck is my menu?
rappers ain’t fit to be my kids, y’all barely my nephews
lyrics probably offend you, but i’m aiming to p*ss you n*ggas off (yeah)
and y’all can’t argue ’bout who’s the best till i get involved
hot as lava, i’m with future f*cking up commas
living life how momma told me ([?]), i’m a granada, throw me ([?])
matter fact, if i’m a granada, blow me
’cause boy, i’m a k!ller, and that’s a fact, ain’t no need for no testimony (bow*bow*bow!)
went from nothing to something, look how quick that sh*t happened
take the first t from my name, the only way i’m ever capping (hahaha)
don’t you play with mix, i’m the favorite, sharp as a razor is
ball point game sick, like i play for the trailblazers’, it’s
automatic for three, i’m not rapping for free (yeah)
i really think all my raps could be f*cking up all the gravity
look, i’m rising up, flow ain’t ever drying up
rappers step up one by one, you look like victims lining up, your time is up (brrt!)
for real

[interlude 9: one]
ayy

[verse 10: one]
i can tell you all about it, i remember they was doubting
you so edible, guess you know why i’m so big; don’t eat around it
you gon’ humble yourself, or is life just gonna do it?
this that money that don’t fit in no pocket, it turn to fluid (“stop!”)
hit it one time, then i get a whole line, i’ma hit it like murk, guess the beat ain’t mine (“d*mn, i said stop!”)
we stick to excellence, it’s evident
i see you tryna man up with your fingers, acting feminine
tryna be a phony leech on others just to benefit
guess you need a check*in for the night, i’m the receptionist
one can never spit the rippy*rap sh*t
talking ’bout how i can never make it, ’cause my accent
i can never depend on anybody, might just k!ll you if you naughty
think i caught so many bodies, chilling here with emiratis (“pause”)
yeah, i’m overseas
but i made it up in your scene, so i guess that you better leave
i’m a dog, it’s heredity, ’cause man, i’m barely even trying
if you really want the special, better order, ’cause i’m frying
what’s up?

- jay wyatt lyrics

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