Vveekly Rapz Cypher

[Intro: CiNo] Yo, this that Week 12 Vveekly Rapz Cypher Grand finale! We representing 305 Miami, whattup!? [Verse 1: GoodFella MC] One-one-one-two, CiNo throw the loop, you decipher Why your bitch ignoring you? She must've read Good in the cypher Now um, should I entice her? Slicker tongue than a dyke slut Something like Vause and Stella whenever she want that nice fuck Deuces leave your eyes shut when righteous wanna thug it out Fellas say they hella better prefer to hug it out Like Mayweather, nah nigga, I chase cheddar Like fat men chase burgers working out Launching out hooks on hooks like Pacquiao! Lone wolf on the prowl! Four feet on the ground Both heads to the sky, the culprit to the crimes Whenever I combine the snare and rhyme, bet I fear none Persevere from swisher sweets to suites that's presidential Eating canned lentils, spam-crashing in guest rooms How many instrumentals shall I smash for the Freshman issue Huh? XXL? I've rumbled through hell So tell me then, is you or is you not Aware I could kick it like Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu? Euphoria with dreams to be deemed notorious You battle him, your family be mourning ya Bring the coroner, nigga, if a king could fall to a team of Warriors Me and my team for the C.R.E.A.M Outscoring ya, outperforming ya Go 'head, man [Verse 2: Cable Wraps] Cable Wraps, look, check it If this my one opportunity, they've unleashed a mutiny A power cypher, no writtens, of this I speak truthfully I've acquired immunity in every battlefield Active and unloading venomous thoughts never concealed I display attributes of inhumanity Ravage with tyrannical justifications Bare witness this apogee I have no apathy for any essence I welcome my presence As I rush your crib like a Jehovah's Witness My consistency is pushed beyond a limit Intangible benefits souls unaffected by scrimmage Precise counterbalance to systems of weak traditions I don't transition, this triumphant beast's on a mission It's funny how many times I tried to pave a way Impress everyone, but they seemed to push me away From Jesus to the devil, who's next to close my gates? I'm starting to think they scared Of this verbal nightmare! [Verse 3: Scoobyboyk] It's Scoobyboy, I'm the fucking man You can't stop that 30 in the fucking half Find me underground with the dogs, you can't run this man Leave a nigga stupid, underground, bet I cook that man I been beast, endless sick boy, bet you knew me, man Try to run amok, that nigga Sprite on the cam You don't even know Sprite to the man Fork game whip heavy, you can't life to the man Bring a gun to the fight, leave that nigga dead, mic in my hand Verbal wordplay, leave a bitch wet in my hand You don't even got to swim with my squad Need a war? 305 till I die I can breathe to the sky Scoobyboy, I'm on that drive-mode Leave a nigga sleep with my eyes closed Cut a bitch neck with my eyes open You don't need to know my mode, the way I do it I drive in the book store like "We no stupid" Leave a nigga uzi-mode like you don't do me And don't ever try to do me, you know Scooby I'm so dope, man And I been tryna hold your bitch, but your bitch on the pole, man And you don't even know the dope man Pass that shit to my nigga LMS on the low, man [Verse 4: LMS] LMS baby, for the love of the 305 Art Of War, lets go! Welcome to the bottom of the bottom of the map A place where you don't ever want a problem on the map A place where the whole entire race can retrace the history To drug dealing and murder and say it ain't shit to me You see those tall buildings? Well, let me get at 'em We get high, the body count rises and that's why we have 'em High-rises built by low-lives, no dice This isn't a gamble, it's your life, no price It's too big to figure, niggas will deliver murder For the cheese, they'll catch up and get to bakin', no hamburger It's not a city that's prettier that your man heard of It's not hell, but you can see it from here and avert it If the picture is perfect, perfection it never was If perfection is the opposite, fuck it, forget it cuz Perfection's an illusion of the gifted You're not in Kansas anymore, regardless if you wish it Nigga, welcome to the boondocks! [Verse 5: CiNo] Yo, we just came here to represent For Miami, FL's lyrical residents So fuck the IRS and they police regiment Your dogs can't sniff me if I never left a cent Evidently it's spaz time, fuck it, it's past time Cuz last time I spat rhymes, rappers just flatlined That's fine, if you wack, then find a new pastime Play your shit, I pause it, like you said a fag line I'll whip you for talking about whips, I crashed mine 2 times, totaled, and I'm still without a scratch, fine Think about all the fucking times I nearly died Could've drowned in the ocean back when I was merely 5 Could've fell off that Mayan temple, climbing near the side But God has a plan for me, I'm still here alive Now I'm writing for cyphers, Rap's like riding a bike, it's- -All about practice, I got the right to be righteous But I'm a sinner like any, pass it, I'll finish the Henny Don't judge me, I smoke weed to get that energy ready The way my lines interlock together leave you dead amazed They tried to lock me up for lighting trees in the Everglades Someone tried to convince me that these are the better days But it can only get so good till the end of days So I found the dopest spitters and I brought 'em out With they strongest rounds, Down South Slaughterhouse Watch your mouth when you talk about that Crooked flow That snub nose'll pick you if you green, that's a booger joke So whenever we bust a flow, they get shook and cold We the Salt Jacket Squad, nigga, we don't sugarcoat! We good to go, book a show, homie what you looking for? Fuck a foe, how I beat you with tools, I'm such a pro You wanna fucking blow? Bitch, hug C4 I got veins made of gold, you just hit the mother lode! CiNo!