Chase moore and Hippie sabotage Cypher

[Priceless Da Roc verse] There's no respect for these selective artists Respect the kid like you respect your father I dug a ditch for you Bitch respect the goner And it [?] When a nigga speaking coffin Speak toward to stop frontin' what I [?] So high I can get Wifi from a spaceship You bitch tryin' to take me out? I bust in her mouth Well definition of cock-mouth Goose with the melon It flies like a ruger now POW, and you smokin' daddies table Like a hookah lounge Boy gotta get it, gotta get paid Your bitch call me daddy And she treat me like it's father's day She wanna call But there is no trusting you Bitch, make a wish That's a BMW All bust the bitch Though, you turn her she's fuckable Treat her like a finish-line; Everybody's running through You own me an apology Lying niggas making up shit: Cosmotology These other niggas dodge me Probably cause these record labels watching me And honestly y'all niggas is mocking me A mockery Hop off, dig Then you hop on My life is like a movie; Sit down and grap some popcorn I look in the mirror see the top of my head Even my reflection bow to me Fist fights I don't even wanna help me Double tap is face Like I like to instagram selfie I throw parties And make the biggest dance And on my way to the bank I got the biggest laugh I love to brag, I love to boast Yike Fest is sold out Man, I love these shows, uh [?] revoked 4 fingers, two twisted Man, I love this coast, yeah [C Plus] Side letter Know I'm better Running through this paper Like I own a shredder Niggas talking 'bout they know me But if they knew me Then they would know better I'm in a new [?] sweater You know the PO in front And if the act is real You know we cracking steel Nigga, what's the deal Cause I be powering up Back to check, though Niggas talk money They ain't got respect, though Riding 'round Busting nuts like a [?] Like I'm still nine-teen on a metro Hold up Now, can you picture that? In a white t And a kitty cat Running up to them cars Trying to get it back Hand in hand transactions Apart from sex But that wasn't for me Dropped out of college like; Fuck a degree I started making all these albums Never fucking for free I need money, tree or sun to eat But that's [?] Got [?] for the love talking Under the jeep But if you call my phone Imma tell 'em 13 Funny, cause I'm never feeling unlucky Grapping the dice And I'm rolling a seven Our beat jet Now it's all up in heaven Watching my path So I know where I'm stepping [?] And I'm back to the shit Niggas already know the act to the vis And I come through like a activist With them pig suck You know the black fist [A-1 verse] Don't get vaporized, bitch I take talk at the steam I don't know where I'm at yet Is like I walk from a dream Just living off hope and the steam Not hope is folks and my team Then pour our blood and sweat and tears I had to let my t-shirt soak in a stream Just to get clean To go party I've seen folk mix dope and [?] Pop green, and do marley The life style ain't no dope as it seems But shit man All my friends smoke We live broke in a broken machine Stress-filled lives making drugs look sweet Make cocaine look like coconut cream And we might just die from diabetes You know what I mean bro Cause 'I don't give a fuck' That's our cancer We're not going to kemo We chase waterfalls Even if we gotta crawl up stream, though We was cursed with the thirst For adventures Somebody better call up beam-o Man you say you don't see no evil Yeah? he must be blind then Rich man don't never see jailhouse Yeah? they must be blind men Nine out of ten times we got real money There's no such thing as a crime then Well fine then This one's for those Who don't let their bankrow define them They say "save the dolphins" They say "save the whales" Shit, nah fuck that When we can't save ourselves They say "raise the children" They say "change the jails" Rehabilitate the inmates Let the man there gain some skills For reals Can't let these men harm me I'm human, sometimes I Bow to my emotions But I can't let these men jar me I'm human And you're human So you are me No [?] (a)gaisnt guard me My mind is my army [Emoney] Ey yo, I got heat for this trap beat I'm flexing on it I bet you on it I know you wanna impact But you came out flat So we steppin' on you You' a cancer, you Running with bricks And making bands But you're really dumber than brick From Anchorman I'm a ball on the bay With corpse I connect See the three Then I shaked your [?] up hands I gotta face the damn facts You fake, you can't rap You see through spears a rare rap Let Emoney open up your show I shut it down over You gon' be like: "Where's my fans at?" But they rock with me now Beast style, [?] And knock your tree down Try the females I gotta get it in Even when I don't score Your girl's always on a rebound I give it all when I rhyme And you're just like Simon and Paula Abdul And I know imma sound like a hipster But I was in a cypher before it got cool Then this shit blew up And really went west to east I guess that we found the recipe, now For rappers wanna get on A lot of 'em are moving out west That's manifest destiny I got these women; They love that Low blows; I be above that Try box me in I had enough of that I keep breaking out Like I'm a rugrat I picked the lock Anybody try to rain 'em up parade I'm gon' shake it up My music is gon' make you pop And I'm too sick to not take a shot EMONSTA!