Crooked I, Royce da 5'9" - Freestyle Cypher lyrics

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

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

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

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 spirit's
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

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

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

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