Beast Coast - Basement Cypher lyrics

They necessary!
We escaping from New York! Ya heard? Listen

It’s been a minute
But ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m still Big Tigger, still doing big things
And it's strange
They treating our culture dirty
'Cause this year
Rap City would eventually turn 30
No conversation, no presentation
No social media posts or celebration
I’m just bringing you the facts and truth
But shoutout to the Beast Coast
For bringing back the booth!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
I’m smoking good bitch, huh, I can’t complain
I shoulda let my hair down, but fuck it
Let my nuts hang
BABA Juice, fathered dudes, fuck it


This is child abuse
These niggas need their own style
These niggas need their own sound
I’m still tryna ride the wave
I hope you motherfuckers drown
She called it Lake Tahoe when
Juicy coming into town
I'm spell casting, I think they cappin'
I think they actin' attention seeking
Just need a reason to bring out the demons
Trippin', a rebel like Jimi Hendrix
This is hard work
Talking independent, got that terp talk
If you tryna hit it, LSD cap
Gotta feed the village
I’m a businessman, gentleman, trap star
Rap god your passport, you had to ask for
I just fucked your girl 'cause
I was that bored, uh!

That's my nigga Juice the capo
On the fucking mic man
It's Issa Gold here man, you know
UA shit, Beast Coast shit, three time move
My nigga shoutout my nigga Big Tigger
Know what I mean?
We in LA though, know what I mean?
Sitting low in the coupe, you
Know what I'm talking about, nigga?
Hold up

Roll a spliff in traffic
Sitting low inside the coupe
Legal tint but dark enough
To block the suites your friends a liar man
You need to tell the truth
That's why we're cuttin' all the snakes
And the Judas from our troops
Hold up, sour diesel mania
The plug from Albania got a couple choices
He like Starbucks with the flavorin'
Smokin' with my zombies and
My goons like Transylvania
My niggas got it low by
Scalpin' tickets out the stadium
My messages is free movies
That’s word to Putlocker
The mumble rappers is fake hot
Word to Sriracha
You'se a triple eye but thorough like
Lead the nation like Obama
Stuffin' rappers in the locker
I’m a bully on these beats
Check the goal like soccer teams
Just solace, not presiding
I’m the honor when I speak
Drop the gavel on a nigga head
Knock him off his feet
Triptonic automatic when I’m gliding
Through the streets, nigga!

Hold on, Pow, keep this beat
Keep this beat, I want this beat
I ain't switching shit

Yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo
I just wanna fuck, catch a vibe with it
Gelato in my blunt, taste like ice cream
I helped make you, why would I violate you?
Lenny Kravitz, black shades
Watch me fly away
I'ma rep that Beast Coast until my dying day
Niggas hate and envy
That's just human nature
If you see me in love, it was a hallucination
Her man ain't home, so when in Rome
He get his slot taken designer weed
Usually I’m smoking top flavors
I’m on a paper chase
Man you just twat chasin'
The block is hot like a burning thot
You are not safe here
It ain't sinnin' if you winnin'
Feel like God's favorite
She be screaming like a
Demon when I’m fornicating call me Lucifer
It’s weird but the sex amazing
I’m from BK, she from AK, LA
Man fuck it baby
I’m freestylin’, yeah I’m wildin’
Yeah I’m going crazy

The dark one, nigga! The dark one, nigga!
Yo, who next, who next, let's hit it!

You know what I’m saying
Joey Bada$$, the Badmon they know that

Uh, I gotta get the Skrilla
I got dreams stacked in plenty figures
Sippin' fine white wine chilling in my villa
Smoking on Killa
Thinking ‘bout the bigger picture
Underneath the six figure chandelier fixture
Mister, everyday just getting mo’ richer
Act up, I send the real goons
Come and get ya bodies get dropped
We ain’t playing games of Twister
Puttin' back shots in your
Mother and your sister i’m sick and vicious
Treating radical buttons like
They’re kill switches
I bang on mics ridiculous
Won't stop until the kid is ubiquitous
Niggas know I am the best
They just struggle admitting it
Big dick energy, I’m emitting it
If she got a fat ass, backstage pass
You know that I’m hittin' it
I ain’t gotta flash cash
But you know that I’m gettin' it
These raps ain’t visions bitch
I’m already livin' it, yeah

Badmon, Bad one, three time!

Ay, let me get it back
Let me catch that shit it’s AK the illest
AK the illest in this bitch beast Coast gang

Ay, ay, ay, uh i got the heart of the city
So they ride along with me
Always keep a spliff lit
Never fuck with that Whitney
Got a bad bitch beside me
So I nickname her Kidney
But I never hit it raw ‘cause
Man don’t want no pickey
Every season I’m on tour nigga
Check the brochure
Got your bitch on all fours
Greet me like ‘Bonjour’
On the south of France shore
But I still hunger more
Why you one hit chasing?
Should've got some insurance
Better yet some endurance, like BLO
Like a tour
Step on my toes, we ain’t sparring
Grip the weapons like Spartans
Niggas be reckless, shoot you
Go to church next mornin' fuck a detective
My alibi was ‘I was recordin’
Send a invoice to the stu
So my defensive is stronger
All my niggas messed up like
Tryna deflect a boulder
Pull up on you with the force
And tease these niggas like Yoda
She gon' ride into the court
So I'ma never disown her
'Bout to tap into the source I
Put the world on my shoulders, nigga

Young AK, nigga!

Yo, yo, yo, yo of course, I gotta talk to em
It's Kirk Knight in this motherfucker
Yo, yeah, yeah, look

Became an artist, time to make it legit
Make it exist old soul so I walk with a limp
Speak the naked truth, bitches catch fit's
But now it’s all good
Lick up the smoke in the hood
That’s regular shit
Like foreskin, shorty always been on my dick
But that’s never the focus
There's knowledge to get and
Knowledge to kick
I called the grip, but this aim
That shit took time
And now I’m way too hip, I never waste lines
I’m sipping fine wine that’s
Word to the grapevine
And I got the Midas touch
Every verse is a goldmine
Uh, watch my moves, you could learn something
Look, weeding out my problems
Time to burn something
Never get smoke, America’s most blunted
Posted with a lot of grams, rotation
Heavy abundance
Look, fast life like a crash dummy
I’m over heads nigga, you an understudy

Everybody that had doubted me gone
Eat they words for lunch
Try to hit me with some shit
But I had beat 'em to the punch
I was standing outside so long that
My fingers start to numb
Been a starving artist for so long that
My ribs are starting to touch
Living on that dead end block
Where they was dealing indica
Niggas rocking a buck fifty like
‘We really in the cut’
I thought crackheads went extinct I guess
Them fiends is really hooked
Couldn't tell by how they move but you
Could see just by they look
I’m a diamond in the rough
Ain’t been shining out enough
You talk wild you getting duff
Won't stop 'til I'm as rich as Puff
Work hard ‘til I get what I want
Really soft but talk so tough
Couldn’t take me one on one
You’d probably try and get a gun
I keep the finest in my blunt
Smoking Do-Si and Gelato
You can't find this where you’re from
Spirit guide must be a dragon
I got fire in my lungs
Gas and pines on my taste buds
Could afford to buy a pound and still
Have my rent for the month fly!

It’s Ark yeah, Ay

Lowkey I’m drama-safe
Smoking weed and comic blaze
Rocking shows in outta state
Beast Coast accommodate
In every genre honestly
I’ll be going 'til this time
Forming 'til this time of day marvin Gaye
All my shorties sweet like some marmalade
Mahogany, the black soul emerging
Like a flower sleeve most live or die young
Surviving in these grimy streets
That’s why I gotta beef
Sacrifice time to see
Shine from a spirit, devil hear it
Without mind to breach
Mindful of the time you keep
Not believing in sinking to the bottom nigga
Even hourly
Shatter the philosophies, Selassie
Not copy, not lovely, just lively, homebodies

You already know
It’s Nyck fucking Caution baby

Uh, yeah it’s Saint Nicholas rapping
Paint pictures with the bars given
Make a movie out the sentences
Raise the stakes if you wanna stay sizzling
They gon’ give me mine by the
Time this tape finished with
Why every white rapper rap quick?
Slow ‘em down, see if they can out rap Nyck
Suck dick the same mouth you spit facts with?
You not capping, you a catfish
They finally put a legend on the map
So it’s only right I put
The masterplan into action
I see my dreams and attract them
I find a weakness and attack them
You dry snitching from a caption
No wonder why the police
Always got the advantage
In the age of the antics
Is 15 minutes really worth all of the damage?

Think about it!

Aight, listen time for the wrap up!
You cappers better step your raps up
'Cause Beast Coast up in this bitch
About to act up
We gon’ make you all believers
Got Joey, Pro Era, Zombies, Underachievers
Everybody just listen now
'Cause what I’m spitting ain’t
Never been written down
And I'ma keep you on course
'Cause we escape from New York May 24th!