2014 Live On Stage Battle Rap Cypher

[Verse 1: Arsonal] I'm from Newark, South Ward, you know the crime rates You better weigh your armor, me and karma on a blind date I used to sell firearms through the tri-state I made money off ratchets, the Mona Scott mind-state My lil homie got an AK bustin' Big ratchet blazin', bitches She Nae Nae puffin' If your bae-bae comin', I gotta hit it first On the Kardashian, I'm trynna Ray-J somethin' We all eat, I brought my team to the jock All the groupies wanna do is be seen with the squad This year Mook was crowned king, I seen with my eyes But ain't no church in the wild, so what's a king to a God? Cassidy duckin' me, Murder Mook duckin' me Me and Joe Budden beef over with luckily And for the rest of you industry niggas kickin' it I want y'all in this ring, tell mommy sign the permission slip Jersey [Verse 2: Couture] My momma told me "break a leg" backstage, "it's all yours" Now I'm snappin' on cam, salute to Paul George I got it locked, Rhode Island on the map Now a G to the AR in the field with his cat round I hold my own, all my hitters in the background Trigger happy pimpin' yeah, they quick to lay the Mac down Ride with the blinky, makin' power moves like 50 I'm too live, fancier than Iggy Said I'm the queen in this game of chess I'm right now and I'm rated next, hangin' with the vets Jewerly ice cold, look like I'm doin' the ALS I'm in your city but I'm holdin' down my state These rap chicks is food, throw 'em on my plate You got four, bring four more, they gettin' eight I already got the caskets, I'll see y'all at the wake Man I ain't got time to chop it up with fakes Since day one, I been A1, you can pour me on a steak [Verse 3: Calicoe] I got a million on my mind, nigga So I ain't trynna waste a minute of my time with you It's always ones that not around that wanna shine with you I was taught to show the love to the ones that grind with you Show shout out them boys that I'm gettin' paid with And shout out to Wiz jumpin' on Day's shit Ain't make no money from music, but I done make hits If I was makin' it up, it probably would make sense And BET deserve a round from us Last time this year, I was in the streets wildin' bruh Detroit, they still ain't heard the real sound from us No disrespect, but if they take it personal, then round 'em up And Uncle Snoop talkin' bout he got the loudest blunts Threw him a zip and now that boy cop his pounds from us My momma tell me I scare her hangin' with all these guys But all these guys sayin' I ain't hangin' around enough [Verse 4: Murda Mook] So they threw me to the lion's pit I came back with the lion, taught 'em how to sit Sit, I'm nice, better acknowledge it Or I'll fight the whole show like I'm Jocelyn, get me? All these suckers lollipop'n Club the olly oxen, they always wanna get in free King of battle rap, comfortable in first place Hear the finish line is all mine, heard Drake? Have you flash back and the actin' is real here Cripple your career, put it back in a wheelchair Get killed here, ain't no chill here, my demeanor Don't play the field here, Degrassi, it ain't greener I'm a detinator, because of recent events now You gotta be strapped in the elevator I smell the paper, lead me to the power Chicks holdin' my rod like Mimi in the shower I'm a horror, BET ain't me to bring I'm shinin', Steven Hill me Stephen King Grindin', leaves, pills, leaves, and spring You buyin', you need a deal, I need a ring And I'm that boy that you all should fear, cold I don't be short and it's all good here Better know your boundaries or let the four wood flare Jack boy surround your door and they all stood there Last time they had me viewin' from the back seat Second I was by dude-in-that-blue-hat seat This time I'm on stage with a rap sheet I'm doin' pretty damn well if you ask me Now the teleprompter tellin' me get off The voices in my head still tellin' me to get off It's that Rick Ross weight loss, chillin' on the beach Figure since I'm here might as well make my own speech Like first, wanna thank everybody that tried diss me Second I wanna thank all you bitches that wouldn't kiss me Third I wanna thank all the fags that didn't list me It's because of y'all that we here makin' this history But let me stop, cause I see I'm goin' over top Y'all don't even know what I'm sayin' Y'all just know it's hot