The HOTBOX Presents: Funk Volume Cypher

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] Yo, I just sold out the Brooklyn bowl Now I'm in the lab like a kitchen how I'm cooking so Y'all niggas soft as cookie dough, what's the hoodie for? Me I'm silent as a rock with Allen Iverson rookie goals 1996 shit, the misfit Knew I was a rockstar but didn't think it was this slick Now I'm on your girlfriend's wishlist I'm overlapping rappers making sure the caption on point Tell 'em I got em, she can come through and be the next on the blunt To be the GOAT, you gotta be disrespectful enough These bitches be setting you up after letting you fuck And I'm just hoping Donald Trump get jumped by Mexican thugs Who down playing? Point 'em out so I can roundhouse kick 'em The Soundcloud killer, never smoke a pound with 'em Bumping Pound Syndrome by my nigga Hop Fans asking where is SwizZz, don't trip my nigga, finna drop Plus I get to live a lot from murder rapping I'm deserving tatted I'm for sure I got the power like I'm Curtis Jackson Y'all ain't making no plays, y'all acting mad Smoking weed is a happy habit and I'm looking like one of the captains Focus on my freedom as it was me then I would lead 'em Judge people how we see 'em, that's how we treat 'em And I'm missing my grandfather, wish I could go to heaven and meet him To 2Pac, Biggie, Left Eye, and Aliyah But instead I'm writing weed on this weed a lot [?] How far have we come in 50 years since Malcolm X was shot Setting goals even though we grew up in a melting pot Put down who the realest, look around nigga [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] I'm going in like a heroin needle, just hand me the eagle Nigga your money short like Danny Devito You a faggot, dirty dancing with a man in a speedo Your whole squad trash, I'm no fan of your seagull Gram a coke and a can of Doritos [?] Jarren ain't that nigga that abandon his people I can land torpedo at your man in a [?] My clique got that shit like hand in fecal I'm truly weird, so unruly nigga The beat get pissed on like Drake in a movie theatre So what you know about? Your momma wonder bout me I'm a pimp, I smack a bitch just like I’m Ronda Rousey I'm grouchy, wake up, knock out your fucking mouth piece A field nigga, record labels wanna house me Bitch it's Funk Volume, we got a ill posse So why the fuck you sleeping on us like we Bill Cosby Fuck 12, I hate Jay These haters jerking on my dick like a Shake Weight I got abandon the issues, I never said it well I spazz on niggas like Diddy with a kettle bell Oh my fucking God, LOL And when that gun go BLOW, you get that metal smell Mr. Benton stay on with a few scraps Your clique all bitch like Orange the New Black, nigga [Verse 3: Hopsin] Rappers where is your conscience? Is this a popularity contest? I wouldn't be surprised if you showed up wearing your mom's dress Niggas buying nice cars but they don't even write bars The mic's ours, we ain't attacking this shit with light hearts I let my verbal chopper spray The industry had locked me out, I hopped the gate I'ma fucking storm that you could not escape You talking smack but we don't get [?] Ask Lupe, we kick pushing Will pull your card like we [?] That's just the shit we do, I'ma boss I be getting loot Slicker than Jiffy Lube I been knowing since elementary school On my momma, god dammit [Verse 4: Dizzy Wright] Yo, grinding with a message Fuck all of my haters and that weak shit y'all requesting Make we want to grab a fuck nigga by his necklace DDT up on the stretcher Even Logic could see that you niggas under pressure Ok I know the feeling, everyday we see another police killing Fuck a dirty cop, I'm screaming "Fuck you" if you rolling with him Put a hole up in him, make me feel like it was formulated Got me asking "Was this killing color coordinated?" Man I hate it We want justice not justification Somebody tell Obama that we done with the waitin' The system is a gang related organization Political racism that's still stuck in the stages of hatred I thought we evolved, now these cameras catching it all But we haven't, we backtrack, give 'em a reaction And they wonder why my niggas out here red and blue flagging Cause they turn us into hashtags the fastest So I tell em don't paint me black then shoot me dead Stevie Wonder couldn't see but he could use his legs Walked on stage, used his head Now think about it But nowadays they would rather make a fucking meme about it They smile and laugh to keep us excited Not knowing the main focus is to keep us divided Yo I'm enlightened They American sniping dudes on the block You would think these police was Bradley Cooper with the shot, nigga [Verse 5: Jarren Benton] Fuck all the shit that you talk, I'm as sick as my thoughts I'm from Atlanta, I never was a fan of the Hawks You could find me spitting game in your bitch Better aim it and spit Paint the sky with the brains of a snitch Put your remains in a ditch, I'm getting brains in the six Reclining the seat, she gon' like the veins on my dick Them same faggots that clap you up be the same who dap you up Thank god we made it through days darker than Daffy Duck Funny how niggas rally when cops kill him But when black on black violence is through the ceiling, niggas is chilling I'm passing on the groupie pussy, let my brodies have it I'm out in Manhattan tryna fuck with Zoë Kravitz Fuck love, I ain't searching for no Cinderella I'm blowing dope then blow my brains in a inner stellar Rap is resting like the [?] A little Wayne from the top so I'm rapping like I'm still in the cellar Lord Benton, women I'm spilling Pinot gris on my lenin in Venice CIA invented crack with a sinister chemist Long talks with God so my spirits can plenish Listen, I do this for your grandson whose life was taken by a crooked pig behind a handgun Y'all fucking with Mr. Benton is ludicrous Slice open my wrist and pull out the devil's computer chip [Verse 6: Hopsin] I'm more than hot bro, you saying Hopsin's wack This is not happening today [Verse 7: Dizzy Wright] Yo if I'm there and high, I got the power, I'm prepared to die Plotting on me, I leave you paralyzed Stomp you in a pair of nines They two faced it and I'm too wasted Covered in blood and now he terrified, well now it's on my shoe laces And I got your bitch by the pool waiting Patient taking photos in Kelvin Clein I'm so ahead of my time, smoking the best that you could find around Rockin' new, shout out to the stores out in China Town Wipe me down Follow no trash, you niggas is ass I'm taking daps out of cylical glass Hippy shit, get it and get a sponsorship With a bitch that'll would knock you out with a Roudy Ronda hit It's guaranteed, my Dizzy OG hit the county lit Canabis for the common sense, collecting it ain't no counterfit,I'm confident Niggas be nominated and non-chalant with it Me, I just high times the shit and see how long the lines could get I go line for line for this Never mind the bitch, out here signing tits Took a couple shots so shit, I'm kind of lit Shots at this fuck nigga like he only here cause the condom ripped I'm just writing on some Queen Latifa comic shit [?] got me in lab like a scientist Nigga, nigga, Funk Volume nigga [Verse 8: Hopsin] I'm more than hot bro, Hop was born to drop flows I shoot vids with [?] of vatos like George Orozco Rabbits get flatlined like singers with [?] I don't get slept on, it's hard to ignore Picasso Keep talking your shit, my pockets are thick Like Robin, I'm slick You couldn't see me with binoculars bitch Niggas all up on my DMs like "Hopsin I'm sick" They asking me to put 'em on like an Oculus Rift Niggas that do this, don't make tell you this more than once I'm on it early like Dizzy is with his morning blunts FV comes together, we moving sick like an orchestra SwizZz is out ill so at the moment there's four of us You a liar for ever saying I ain't the greatest I been inside the hyperbolic time chamber training Rap super saiyan got your crew complaining When the nuke is raisen Homie two can play at this game, this is my rude invasion You tryna floss on me, buddy I fit right in Soon as I got some money, I made me some rich white friends They show me how to save and get taxes back on what I spend Ain't got no Lambo but if I wanted to, I could buy ten I'm forever ill everlasting you can't [?] This rap shit, I got it covered like Sway's dreadlocks