World Wide Cypher (feat. Dedboii Kez, Randolph, Token Black, Dan Bull, Shofu, Trapp Tarell, VI Seconds, Epiclloyd, Rustage & Samad Savage)

Samad, cook it up, yeah! Dedboii cool Ice in yo' blood, when you starin' at my face Quit being stuck, 'cause I'm always on the move And, you gon' meet my Glock, if you standin' in the way, boy I got hella drive, you can see the way I zoom Damn, I done got so high, that I landed up in space And now, I handle issues, like I don't know my tools When I pull up with the Scru, and put a hammer to yo' face Damn, don't fuck with the kid, you get shot in yo' ribs Yeah, my bullets like zits, they just pop when I pick Boy, stop all the shit, you ain't no god, you a bitch I'm like yo' pops, choose a stick, before I pop you, in yo' shit Hoo! Come and rock wit' me, bitch Come and rock wit' me, bitch, yuh Rock wit' me, bitch Tryna cop the bag, so I don't need a pension I make tracks for your girl, I see her in my mentions She likes me more than she likes you Money, money, money, that's my new haiku This my 20-10 shit, I'm makin' statements Inspiring the youth, so you can thank me later All I do is point and shoot, I'm mean with the Razor Quick flick of the wrist, I don't need to cheat, like I'm Jada I never bleep on the radar I'm movin' heat, like I'm ghost Reppin' the UK, so pass the marmalade for my toast I'm informal, with the scopes Laidback, with the flow And, I 'on't leave the house, unless it's bound for the show But, for Scru I'll jump into the booth, and put it on the tab And, if they firing shots, then it's tit for tat And now, I'm doin' numbers, like I'm finna the tap They diallin' up the phone, and hear me on the track Aye, It's Token Black, bitch, just in case you didn't know Got no love for the friends, I was gettin' rid of, though Niggas ain't got more money than I was gettin', though But, I got niggas tryna, "Li'l Bro", me If they could reach higher, what they sayin', probably'd get to me But, I set my price higher, now these niggas upset with me Everything on hush, let 'em see what you let 'em see I got a Blue Shell for anybody ahead of me Aye, but it's all love Token Black ain't got no enemies Make sure you say it twice, so I believe what you just said to me Niggas tried to get back in my life, but now they dead to me And, I ain't bringin' niggas out the grave, 'cause I ain't Red MD Cypher is the gang, everybody self-made Used to really have to hustle, now I'm really gettin' paid You finna see me, everywhere, I'm feelin' like I'm Slade Yeah, Token Black, bitch Now, just imagine Ed Sheeran, but with less talent Stick in a Lil Dicky, and what you get? This bellend Look, who needs a funeral, to dress tragic? I'm a less-attractive Obi Wan Kenobi, with a meth habit I saved us from aliens, they saw me, and said, "Next planet" I'm not a guest in the house of hip-hop, I'm trespassing My aesthetic's ecstatic, sex, I'm the best at it Don't even need a helpin' hand, I just jack it Psst, does anyone wonder why we're stuck in the wrong timeline? Thinking about this year, I'm strugglin', comin' up with one highlight 20-20's hittin' different, than the way you think it is August's comin' quick, as if it's up in Jada Pinkett Smith Sorry, I should remain cautious I don't want to get Shane Dawson'ed It's shameful that fame, fortune, makes you all behave awful Even the President's settin' a terrible example But, he'll never be cancelled He's said things, that if I repeated them, I'd be banned for I was always told that talk is cheap But, you rappers really be talkin', and say not a thing Nigga, get your bars up, or beatin' me is not a thing My whole team is full of beasts, boy, we Monsters Inc I'm like a kraken, with the pen, that's the monster's ink All you sheep should be concerned, with what the monsters think I slide up on a nigga, this is not a hockey rink Man, my heart colder than a hockey rink Still can't find a single rapper, hot as me Been doing this shit, a pioneer, boy, I gotta be Bitch, I'm in my new groove, I just let the llama speak I don't say a word, I let the llama speak You niggas think you so nice, but do little You gon' really hear it, when the llama speak There's nothin' you could offer me, I got these demons off of me You niggas should honor me, I'm YouTube rapper, fathering Name a beat, that I ain't bodying Cypher gang starvin', and you lookin' like an offering, bitch nigga A Mississippi cat My presence is like it's gift and wrapped God gave me a present, when he gave me gifted raps So, I'm motivating the young'uns, that's how I gift it, back I'm fast, amazing, crazy, and talented, so don't miss the facts I was young, tryna find a way Great Value Chicken Noodle Soup, everyday I asked Momma why she got them holes in her face She put the pipe to her face, then she fade away I'm Mike Jack, of this day and age I got bars that's day-for-day Slick Rick, of this modern day 'Cause, my stories don't play-for-play Don't believe me? Whoa, just wait Let me introduce you, Trey, see Trey He wanna be a star, but Trey got something in his way Trey dad's a tough guy, slight chubby, but still a buff guy Jack boy run on him, and then he snuffed, guy So one day, he took Trey wit' him, and he got shot He told Trey, "I'm gonna make it", even though he not Trey got some words for him, he cryin', lookin' at his eyes See, I'ma stop there, and direct you over to my spot Right, I'm the G.O.A.T., it's clear, now that you can tell Sipp God, like holy grail, go subscribe to Trapp Tarell Are you dumb? I'm the smoothest nigga, here You worried 'bout a tier list, I'll leave your list in tears I bring them fear, it'll click from this psycho soldier So many holes in you, it triggers my trypophobia Lines go over you, dumb-dumbs, you won't leave with your lungs intact Don't get 'em the first time, I'll skrrrt, and run it back Dumb it down, more? How they feelin', you niggas? I'm sayin', "I... stay... killin' you, niggas" Scru, you got me offin' my peers Body bags the sub counts, I'm throwin' off of a pier I'm a way better look, and that's off of appearance I'll make an appearance, and beat you, 'til you off in appearance I call the Smith, Angelina, this appear and act No misses, you gon' be a disappearin' act There ain't no mercy, for a rat, I'll shove my Pinky in your Brain Gemini Man, you'll get the Smith, for thinkin' we the same Big Arms, my muscle up, I Fire Birds, like a TransAm Blam-blam, blam-blam, you'll get robbed, like Van Dam You niggas, sheep for the slaughter, a bunch of lamb, fam The damn can, Rock You to Rubble, baby, you Bam-Bam Better make the room wider, it's the YouTube Lifer He's fire, in the circle, like the name Michelle Cypher It's 'sire', what you can call me, when I hit the amplifier Retire, you cross Epic, catch some shit, like you're a diaper Been OG, since '03 Still hungry and ugly I OD on dope-mean My whole team still love me And, suddenly, no trash talk The cat can rap, his mask off Gold records, in the backdrops I'm tasty, like your backyard In the Summer, summer, summer, summertime And, always on the Nascar, fast bars Slow and low, sometimes, is how I roll with mine I'm colder than the steel beneath my knees With a pen and a pad Eagle Scout, I'm with a fresh, "I 'on't give a fuck", badge Scru wrangled, and awakened the rattlesnake, in ya' face The unmistakable battle cat, ha! So, say my catchphrase louder, who's next? Comin' in, I know there's people who laugh When I'm dropping my bars, I don't act like the part But, I'm leavin' 'em charred, like a flow avatar When I say that I'm terrible mean, like the tzar A paladin, radiance, in my battlin' Stayin' sick, like a pathogen, takin' risks, like I'm Catherine Work non-stop, like I'm Hamilton Watch 'em DdOS, and eavesdrop, to screen shop for cheap shots And, scream lots, when we've got what they've always dreamed of So, keep up, and prove what you've got, Russell's teapot Bring thunder, like Zeus, my rhymes' buff, like a Greek god Plan, like I'm Bonaparte, honing art Keepin' afloat, like I'm Noah's arc Smart, like I'm Tony Stark, look at my coat of arms When I've been spittin', you better be fittin' the smoke alarms They say I wrote it wrong I can explain to you, lyrics and smiles, usin' a flow chart No faux pas, makin' these symphonies, Mozarts Stay gettin' views, thousands? No, try millions Y'all sayin' nothin', like streams from Sky Williams I'm stayin' hungry, ain't makin' no food waste A new ace, leave reactors twisted, call it Scru Face Ooh, who is that? It's the coo-coo lad, who produced the track You few assume he wack, but computer hack, I just use the Mac Shots flew through you, but dude You be truly ass, if you shootin' gats It's like your boo, no cap, I get booty claps, 'til I come on back Matter fact, lemme flip quick, no acrobat Jail wanna keep me in a trap, so bad Twelve wanna see me laid flat, on back Then you wanna talk crap, let's chat Doubled, if the cops get us capped, bring up stats Why every time we ask for that they? Talk about crime, that black on black? Man, let's keep it real Crime is crime, so wherever you are, that is who you get killed by Racism, undercover as classism, this about dollar bills Yikes, no, this ain't what the feds like This that talk that get me dead, right? I'm just doin' what they said, write Hope my community read lines Yeah, they been readin' what I got Better than treatin' popular heathens Like we all need them, they ain't Gods Yet again, we've been checkin' a screen for validation, 'til we cry Instead of believin' in a lot, we proceed to idol lies Skroodwidit Look, ha-ha Look I know spots where they tote Yops, when they mean war And, I mean war, not H3 versus Keemstar It seems y'all forgot that my temper's hot, and it seesaws Been leeched on for so damn long, nigga, we need ours I'll heat y'all frame up, and take my aim, 'fore I seat y'all My utensils were stainless, and for a plate, I would eat y'all You señoritas, you sub Tweeters are margaritas Nine millimeters holds 16, Chris Delia Yo, it's evident when it comes to this shit, I'm just ahead of them Look, I'm on my second win while they're catchin' their second wind Well, that just means I'm better than they sedative, I'm medicine They got them toilet bars, same shit, but just a better spin YouTube's Thomas Edison If I create the light, they gon' use it, and then they'll credit them But, I was made to fight, and my movement ain't made of gelatin And now, I'm takin' flight, 'cause I'm provin' that I can get it The truest is what they never been, unh! They got me stressed, so I hit the sess, 'til I hit the stinger It's Twitter fingers, 'til niggas mailin' out niggas fingers Nigga's singers, Diana Ross, 'til they die on the floor Nigga, you can die on a cross, tryna fight with the gods I'm Leonidas, when I'm fightin', a Titan of sorts Why you lying? You can't beat the game, 'til you fight with the boss They would challenge me to this forty in the 20-20 Embarrass these rappin' parodies buried, 'cause now we comin' Bitch Ha-ha-ha Samad, cook it up, yeah