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random cypher 4 - thejackal lyrics

verse 1: thejackal

man, i’m sorry for the wait but thank you all for being patient
i’m the goat-est of them all and imma ram ewe like a satyr
man, f-ck the heaters, i’m the greatest
imma show you why i’m a-list
rapping, reeping for the region wrecking randoms on behalf of australasia
talk to strangers and imma split you, like you’re paper
rip and fold you up as if i’m making oragami
oughta find me, making up those roses from the paper that i folded
and when i’m done, i’m gonna tear up the stuff (rah)
litter the bedroom florr with the rose petals
oh, hang on, i don’t have a girlfriend, what the f-ck am i doing?
aight, i’m heading to the kitchen and i’m whipping up some chicken
it was sitting with the frickin, cooked-up dinner
now i’m bitter, cross-contamination has ruined my night
i don’t know what to cook now, i may as well die
it’s the end of an era
cause you are in danjor
i’m finding it coutz
how you thinking you better
we driving our vulvus
and mc carrs
we’re doing our thing and we’re coming to kw!n

verse 2: kw!n

they say i’m gifted with a drive, found my talent
spit sh-t k!ll it live, gotta plan it
this kids building life, it’s his planet
pick which sh-t i like, then i’ll plant it
bring this sh-t alive, with my p-ssion
p-ssing all these half–ss cats rapping
no dedication, half my collabo’s been waiting
hock up a h-ll of a statement
chop up then walk up and blaze it
cough up a lung like i’m hazing
bruh i’m just sick, ain’t contagious
can’t catch the symptoms, basic
i’m raw, no cross-contamination
underground flow colder than nunavut bas-m-nts
let me put it simply, their bars a rose next to some monkshood
i see harder sh-t, with my chick up in the bedroom
watch hoq quick they split when the spits blue ringed octopus
got them copping books, googling “who thought this up?”
ya’ll want bars and lyrics?
heart and spirit? darkness? healing?
i got this bro cop my flow a cup of joe
hit ya local hip-hop show
this what we made of, but we stay slaying
goats like some nepal festivals;
optimal raw vocals cop my flow

verse 3: danjor

there’s a lack of quality rap, spreading through cross-contamination
people listen to the radio and feel like they’ve lost emanc-p-tion
so to fight the curse, i write a verse
and toss my fans the pages
without a cost, like a boss, then i activate the nos i ran thorugh sp-ce and
time with, i’m flying through stretches of cosmos yet i never left my bedroom
howing like migos with double the ego so ladies should give me head room
simply i’m riding the beat like a carousel
level of talent makes other dudes scared as h-ll
you want a battle, i honourably fare you well
but you are gonna be dead soon
i’m precocious like a rose is when it’s budding
you will notice i’m the goat kid
when i gun it and the motive
when i throw fits, leave you gutted
with a notion you are forzen, really sudden
not a simple blade will be as sharp as jordan’s wit
cut you down the middle and create a perfect split
spit it kind of quick and then i kick em in a pit
i’m kind of tired after wrecking this cypher, so imma sit
chill out, relax, catch auditory feedback
in the form of the other rappers on this song shredding it up like a weed wacker
here with the jackal, jacker macker
when he raps, your -ss will stagger
in the good way, we’re the baddest rappers
to touch the mic and that’s a fact sir

verse 4: mc carr

you can call me the goat
a.k.a the motherf-cking greatest of all time
you’ll understand why, when you hear me fl!ck my rhyme
i be living my life right
when the haters hate on me i don’t split
because nothing they say affects me
that’s because i’m all the way up the top while they down at the bottom man
rock bottom, bikini bottom, haha
man, they be causing me no problems
i be living my life just like i wanna
while all you motheff-ckers be here
trynna ruin it with cross-contamination
all i gotta say is ‘f-ck you’
and you’ll be off to your bedroom
lil p-ssy -ss, motherf-ckers can’t handle me just saying two words
i wonder what would happen if you were on the bachelor and didn’t get your rose
there’d be no words then, hoe

verse 5: vulvus

i’m the goat, say bomanose
to these common flows, commas quotes
from f-gs who dropped the soap
complain their mom’s on dope
you oughta know i’m the hottest bro
i order pizza from dominos
hitting frickin opera notes
but my confidence is a rotten rose
don’t do hot at shows, no one in bottom row
how have i got this low?
never took the cautious road
fed spoons of red goo, my meds ooh
now i hope i’m dead soon, bedroom
f-ck your room and the life i sped through
i quit when my personality split, sh-t
i’m the lost one and i’m waiting for scientists to find what caused this cross-contamination
probably vulvus or twissler
f-cking son of a b-tch, i’m so sick now

verse 6: chris craig

just the younger kid training hard to be the goat
splitting faces everyday, lil homie, you know how it goes
i’ll demolish compet-tion when i get up with the pros
and leave the scene in such a beauty which compares that to a rose
ever since i lef the bedroom, my mind has stood dark
and the anger twas produced is really tearing me apart
i just want to fade away and be unknown from the start
but i’m a blessing so some people, so i have to play my part
so just as i know that there’s a cost to glamour, face it
i shall never taste the fame, i’ve only lost the chance to take it
i have tried being so nice to folks, i’ve lost that shred of patience
makes me sick toward my stomach like it’s cross-contamination
since now that i’m alone, i keep a pencil at my side
i will ride for the squad until you know it’s time to die
i’m just thinking to myself, what a time to be alive
as i walk away from everything, carrying saiyan pride

verse 7: coutz

as soon as i open my mouth, your b-tch is in my bedroom
time to get it cracking and you suckas won’t be rescued
really wanna test us? man you gotta be suicidal
come defy me, you’ll end up alone
never gave a f-ck about naything, what you want?
gotta k!ll em, make em fall in a second
split em in half, i’m too raw for you b-tches
call me the master, you know imma get it
came to disrupt the game, b-tch i brought the flame
screaming f-ck em mayn, imma buck em down
you will not atain us
if you f-ck around, you will not obtain, what you desire
i’m one of the wildest, they call the grimiest of all time
spitting that fire that makes you go silent, don’t make me go violent
you will die
some of y’all seek too much attention
hope ya’ll end up on the cross-contamination
of your spirit with religious, we all got wicked thoughts
why fight em
you will get lost in yourself, no one is righteous in this realmm
let’s face the fiery flames of h-ll, i’ll start a riot to unveil
the deepest secrets they protect
never gon’ lose composure, coming to break things, you can bet your neck’s on the list
so you better stay focused, i rose from the depths of satan’s lair,n now i’m looking for foes
my only purpose is to make em scared
imma take em down, i’m k!lling all opponents

- thejackal lyrics

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