Cypher 2013 Extended

[Kenny Siegel] I'm the man in Long Beach, nigga [Julius Luciano] I don't sleep, but I'm sleeping with your freak, nigga [Demetrius Capone] Nigga, I cock tail like a Molotov; she's hot as Brianna Frost It's costly when my Glock yell; holocaust I'm John Gotti; when I'm grippin' the shotty, I saw it off Probably finna catch a body when your posse is poppin' off [Julius Luciano] Uh uh, I'm a boss, I don't gotta acknowledge y'all You niggas want my crown? Funny, you should knock it off From the bottom ? got 'em, make it hot when that rocket launch Then I'mma cut you like Obama had Osama Bin Laden caught [Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] My llama I cock and draw, I'm ready and willin' Got a machete in my Chevy, I'mma sever your melon Kill a nigga in a minute, I'm the deadliest villain I'm peelin' various caps cause it's very appealin' [Kenny Siegel] Prepare for when killin' got a problem, spare me your feelings I uppercut a nigga's chin and send his head through the ceiling Though I shoot at will like I'm filmin' Fresh Prince Got a Double-XL mag if you don't feel these Freshmen [Julius Luciano] Ay Double-XL Mag, you feel these Freshmen? I'm comin' to tell fags, they will be X'd when I hit them motherfuckers with a couple of shells I'm rugged as hell, the Grim Reaper's a niggas best friend My nickname for my trigger is a send button You finna get the message when a nigga press send I fuck your bitch to sleep, she's in here restin' Ain't that interestin'? Holler at em, G [Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] Automatically, drama gotta cease On my side, I'm packin' that automatic heat Chopper I hold got a mind of it's own So when you get shot in the dome, don't get mad at me We the best but competitive still Keep gettin' better and better, got impeccable skills It's a fuckin' fact, we in love with rap Call us Mt. Rushmore, we head over heels [Demetrius Capone] You head over heels when I sever your head from the rest of your skeleton and kick your head over to Beverly Hills It's like you never paid your Edison bill, cuz I put your lights out, then I'mma hit em again and dead em for real I'll have you pushin' up daisies, I'm a mix between Crooked and Jay Z I'm him and him and Eminem in a blender, look what it made me I'm Jigga, but I'm Crooked as Shady [Kenny] Niggas look at me crazy, fuck niggas thought this was This isn't what fuck niggas thought this was I'll position myself in front of the opposition And thoughts of gettin' bullets you niggas can all get slugs See I fuck with the niggas I fuck with which happens to be the niggas you niggas can't fuck with I'm sick, a disease, don't approach Kenny My mother wasn't pregnant, she was diagnosed with me [Demetrius Capone] What's gotten into me? I spit like I'm trying to kill Pac's enemies I got Pac's memories and I'm God's mini-me Like the birth of Jesus, this a godly delivery Must be the Rakim in me, must be the COB sending me Rhymes the telepathic way, now you fellas have to pray But I'mma snatch a prayer out the air and mail it back today I told you I was molded out of Cassius Clay I'm sellin' kites, that's fly notes without a stamp from Dre A tyrant mixed with a pirate mixed with a virus mixed with the Christian messiah A scientist on some Iron Fist shit mixed with Goliath and the Leviathan Rhymes in pyroglyphics - that's hot lines like you dialin' digits Nigga, we the illest 4 spitters known About that life like I think abortion is wrong If you sittin' on a throne that's fit for a king I'mma make the king forfeit his throne Let's get it on [Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] What's gotten into me? That 9mm with me It may back a nigga up when I squeeze that MMG Numero uno gun slinger; number one with a bullet Yeah, I'm next to the best, you can call me Little Crooked Paper chaser, I run for the dough Rob y'all, run in your do', you should be runnin' you doe Yo, I'm from Long Beach definitely I rep the city Sexin' bitches, they see the bread think I'm spread like Skippy Weapons with me, but I don't need weapons, my hands are silly Black your eye, put 2 circles around em, call it 720 Finna be some type of disaster when I fire that blocka Light up the room when I clap but I ain't buyin' no clapper Like Iverson back in his prime, I'm the answer I'm gettin' tired of rappers, my patience is gettin' thin as dyin' of cancer Yeah nigga, with them hedge clippers, I landscape I got dope for the fans, now call it fanbase [Kenny Siegel] Uhh, what's gotten into me? I had an enemy, he's now beneath the soil A cannibal, eat your heart out or I'll eat it for you These cats are little pussies so of course they must be kiddin' Fuck your writtens, I sleep on em like tough decisions I'll drop a ho, if you wanna dance there'll be a ho-down You're a rickety bridge, when I run across you it's gonna go down Kenny, no fuckin' Lattimore, chatter less, batter more So please miss me with the bull like a matador It's kinda sorta like Costco where you try a sample My heat'll cook your ribs, make you the prime example of what I got in store Disrespectful, y'all know what I say I'mma give your mom this dick for Mother's Day Fuck her face until she suffocates There's noone who can't suffer scrapes, fucks like supper plates, shut the drapes My bussin' saves lives like dialysis You can die, I'll assist, then I'mma dial ya sis up [Julius Luciano] What's gotten into me? I'm just too good Wishful thinking? Nah, thinkin' wishful, I wish fools would My whole clique is pissed, I'm pissed too Pistol whip you, your bitch too Bear many arms like Vishnu could I'm the dopest north of the equator; a swordsman, I swing sabres Coroner or police won't find your corpse 'til a week later You say you rich but you broke, you front when dough is missin' I'm in the whip gettin' blown like my front window is missin' It's like I drive without a windshield, I ain't rich but your broad gon' ride my dick still Got a big Dill pickle, my pickle's kinda like a big deal I'm the kind that rhyme with sick skills But I want sales in every rotation kinda like a windmill When it comes to my cheese it's war, put squares in a box like Cheez-Its Kill a nigga's family tree, there's blood on the leaves, I'm a god like Yeezus I'm sick, so fuck everybody's health Next to Slaughterhouse we the best, fuck everybody else [Coniyac] I'm tryin' to dodge a Challenger, caravan of coroners Like a broad overseas gettin' the D, put the 4 in her That's foreplay, head first, roadkill to asphalt Evade collabs, we give boxes to match y'all Equate bodies on the slab call Lines spit they die it gets the dead weight off Urge to spill work when directing the shots Reel in eclipse that shatter bricks on the spot When it pops, my brother weigh in [?] When it pops, my brothers weigh in with ego [?] like DaVinci's, few spot 'em Bombers'll thriller through that horoscope, I got 'em COB shit [Iceman] Know I keep it 100; I'm like Michael Jordan, they respected me from the jump Vast knowledge, I'm a pro, Karate Kid pose Why? Cuz I got a leg up on these so and so's Watch the next contender's neck get severed Middle and index pressed together Horizontal hand motion suggestive gestures suggest your death sir Fuck it, I'm high, the percoset suppress my receptors Audio cables replaced all of my arteries I got an Arc reactor, Stark Industry heart piece See most the rappers in the game are predominantly whack So next time you pick up a mic, I'm charging a property tax [One-2] Let's get into it, this music for you to cruise it through avenues when you got 2 or more bitches in the backseat Peep how we do it, sip fluid, her booty was movin' to the groove as soon as I started grippin' on her ass cheek Slide up inside her, break oppositions like bottles while firing hollows with a loaded P9 semi-auto I'm homicidal towards my rivals, we riders inspiring [?] sole survivor but desperado The COB's hotter than Cabo, our monstrous clique is rowin' the West Coast Mafia boss like Mickey Cohen, no trust fund baby but I more wills Swing at your jaw with my watch on, I'mma clock your grill fucker [Ro] Fuckin' bad bitches has never been a problem When you in that coupe, all black like them goons mobbin' Use caution, or better yet, use coffins Killin' it is my day job, cemetery's my office Who's talkin? I don't believe em It's all a house of lies, they actin' like Don Cheadle Position fetal, and if it's a small for real niggas to pass through then you see I'm threadin' the needle Far from Nino, mercenary most of my people Drop a c-note, 55 to be exact at the casino I'm [?] wasn't ticking, caught a kilo Like Mexicans hoppin' the border, I'm just livin' illegal [P.W.T] Get to know me, run and tell your homies You got love for me? Then fuckin' show me You hate me? I leave you lonely For what I do to your kids, you'll compare me to Kony I'm sick, give a fuck about your politics And all you mother fuckers out there who ride Obama's dick He crooked, like the president before him, and the one before him, and the one before him It's goes back centuries, corruption is power Like the Twin Towers, Sandy Hook was our government manipulatin' the public Open your eyes people, stop believin' dumb shit [Big Pho] My word's is poetic, kill you softly, leave you beheaded I make you regret it that a [?] be pathetic When I'm spittin' and rhymin', it's kinda like rippin' the hymen Competition, send em flyin', they get clipped just for tryin' I suffocate em so they can't even breathe Haters hate that I'm gettin' cheese but they love when I leave And the era where nigga's trash and these bitches is gas I devour em fast and I blow em outta my ass You wanna throw blows, I'm the man with the iron fists Hand you this paper, do like Fantasia, now read this Now this a cypher so I'mma end it with a hype line My crew'll run a train on you bitches, call that a pipeline [Sauce Tha Boss] I blast MC's here to another planet Then back to Los Angeles like a straight savage My C-O-B band is bury kids in deep canvas with deep damage, we body bandages This hip hop game is chopped and screwed We need to take it back to when Crooked was slaughterin' fools 12 o clock in a Sox hat, where Watts at? As I rob you with a ball bat, we're full contact Rappers don't excite me, like to introduce you to the bottom of my Nikes I'm just like Spike Lee, I slap MC's that givin' me the attitude You never reach my altitude, when it come to my city Watts, nigga, I'm the dude [Niqle] The fact that my shoes are Margielas, I think is makin' them more jealous Try to rob me, you got the wrong fella, you gon' end up another morgue dweller I'm takin' shots like a bartender to you fake Bloods and you fake Crips Dice just sold me a handgun, more bodies on it than a slave ship I'm ridin' around in that space ship, I'm all fly in that double cut These rapper's sayin' they got weight, watch it get taken like a tummy tuck I'm in the hood with your bitch tonight, she fuck around and get hit tonight From now on call me Nickelodeon, cuz your bitch wanna see Niq at night I got designer clothes and a couple Nikes, I pimp on hoes and I hustle right Diss me, it's like a pornstar with aids cause that's the end of your fuckin' life I leave your ass nigga, rest in piece, then you block block for the rest of the street You in a trash can like Grouch, then I'm Big Bird like Sesame Street [Tim West] With ease I make history, I'm so ill my disease gettin' sick of me Name a young nigga better, ain't nobody on my level It's Killuminati nigga, fuck your mystery And I'm first, in a warp rhyme it don't work There's a huge gap between us like Miley Cyrus showed us she can't twerk My verse, a hearse, I kill em all, you die in a tub Bullshit is like aids cause nobody fuck with you Nigga I'm right like 3 left turns, the forcefield flow, my shit is untouchable I'm edison, severin, relevance, heaven sent, rhetoric, reticent, hesitant Never been deeper than melanin and shinin' like Edison Flow is intelligent, just as my element Discographies are monogamous, stay with the shit, I'm like Socrates My rhymes should be a biography cuz I'm about the life and that's honesty My philosophy is you cannot compete, this is C-O-B and we own I don't need no remote or Lamar that know my coast Control [Karelezz] Don't nobody really wanna whip my crew, if you do, it's on sight Though C.O.B is gonna get industry with lyrical rights, braat, we ain't coming to fight you But we ready for whatever, whoever wanna bring it, you better believe we somethin' that you've never seen Actually from another galaxy, aliens mad at me, wanna battle me and end up with the Elohim Spaceship crash land in the Philippines, ever since been the illest at spittin' Gettin' crazy ridiculous and way more sick with it Choppin' these lyrics when I put em up to the guillotine Rhymes are slicin' accurate, aimin' for apocalypse My mind is telepathic, spirit trapped inside the obelisk Unlock it, I'm blockin' your optics subconscious words are flyin' Blindfolded eyes closed, couldn't see us with your third eye Plus we got an army worldwide, but this the West y'all Name a hotter cypher the COB is coming knockin' heads off