Freestyle Cypher

[Intro - Crooked I] Yo, you niggas making them Vibe articles, ''Best Rappers Alive'' Y'all niggas don't know what the fuck y'all talking about Ha ha ha ha, niggas can't rap no more, but my niggas can Ladies and gentlemen You remember when niggas had to know how to rhyme? Way back, this the ''cypher 2'' It ain't for you radio niggas, ha ha [Verse 1 - Demetrius Capone] We the best spittin', best livin' or dead I write fly shit like kites sent to the feds To battle niggas inside prison - listen I been spittin' them death sentences for a life sentencin', yep Niggas die behind bars, I mean die behind shit that I said I guess I'm like Mike Vick in the head I kill niggas who think they bite vicious But you a female, dog, that's why y'all like bitchin' instead I think of hot shit like pyrokinesis Speaking of kinesis, whith psychokinesis I'm squeezing a rifle Leaving no prints, and I stole your pieces To leave you without arms like the Venus de Milo Jesus Christ, he can squeeze with his eyes closed Or blindfolded, and knock a fly off a guy's nose Spitting liquid nitro Cardiac or Cartier, either way my ticker's ice cold [Verse 2 - Julius Luciano] I'll get a .45 if you test me, I don't mean a low score Ratchet, let you have it like I don't need it no more I'm so great, I roast these MC's for dough, ay Then donate the proceeds to your team, now go pay a ghostwriter okay Your flow seems to need some mo' flavor, now go play And don't speak to me I'm so vein I boast, I'm low-key, conceited I don't even put ''do re'', before ''mi'' you see I don't see no way like dopefiends You need a hit of my spit, one dose leave you weak Something that sounds like, oh-in-ne-in should go here but naw It's no fair for y'all I flow so rare it's no error or flaws Oh yeah beef, when I go there to draw Bang! Man that gat scar niggas I'll blow you to Madagascar nigga [Verse 3 - Dice Dinero] Who wanna fuck with this raw nigga? I come through at night and snatch your life I shoot your bitch, that's how I Mac/Mack your wife Then shoot her again in the afterlife See I'm a problem, your beef to each his own; I'll eat your soul When I go into a ether zone I'm on the eastside of Long Beach I'm the beast you don't see, the Grim Reapers's clone Give me a pen and a pad and a microphone And you can wind up with your muh'fucking speakers blown My flow is acid, my spit's sulfuric I bury you with the lyrics beneath the Earth, lift this finger Disappearing, listen here it's crystal clear My shots'll lift your soul, I mean lift your spirits Cause every bar in my arsenal is arsenic Attract arsonists, I'm more armed with arctic spit Don't nobody want it like heavy smokers My gun's most likey loaded with bodies on it Call a morgue cause it holds carcasses [Verse 4 - Kenny Siegel] Brrap brrap! Pack, we the best 'round Fuck these old dudes who lost they touch as if they was paralyzed from the neck down Clique of tyrants, you can call us the New West now We a virus, you can call us the New West Nile We harder than trying to spot a spit with bad vision So niggas might wanna be easy like fast bitches I'm past wicked slash vicious If we clash I'll blast clips and leave your presence/presents in the past like last Christmas You get erased by a gorilla for realer ay With the steel that I conceal, I can seal your fate Skip a wake, I'll bury you while you still awake I'll put niggas in they place as if I'm in real estate My clique deep, we skape in circles on some cold shit As if we trying to figure skate, and pull off the figure eight I don't think y'all men straight, naw, I think y'all menstruate I'll leave holes in you like the figure eight, leave your figure ate [Verse 5 - Royce da 5'9] The Horse Shoe, Gang You from Long Beach or Detroit boy you annoyed of course you bang Look at that Bugatti, look at the body on that passenger Take your top off you then body the bottom half of ya If it's drama I'mma take the whole family out Maxwell Sheffield, that's right, I'll take the nanny out I'll beat that drum boy I'm like Travis Barker with an AK-47 But I'll be deep in that spot though I got my Mexican chick, 'bout to go put my beef in her taco Haha, pardon my candor But anytime I was ever questioned the gun spark was my answer Pull your tool out, we ain't in here with fakers We can turn this into Cleveland vs. the Lakers Haha, a shootout, death I rule out Yes, we way too busy murking your crew ou [Verse 6 - Crooked I] I'm the nigga you should call when when kicking the raw written I mastered what yall call spitting My ice cold sentence is frost bitten I'm shitting on y'all gripping the sawed off You a lost kitten gettin your paws gnawed off By the big dog listen No matter what prodigy thought of me I should be commonly known as the best Point the chrome at ya chest Never lazy, get crazy busy so the bullets move in harmony through ya bone and ya flesh A supervillian, I'm ill as bizzaro, I'll kill ya tommorow Then a niggas chillin in Kilimanjaro How many bullets from the steel are u willing to borrow You dying to ride, fuck it, I lend you a carload You'll die in ya ride, wife trying to hide Cyanide poison ya bride, she dying inside I walk the streets of Long Beach with a screw loose Talking to myself, niggas think I'm on a bluetooth