Rapzilla Freshmen 2021 Cyphers, Pt. 1

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Coop] Okay, look This is all facts, no fables Unmatched, flow smooth, buttermilk, Bojangles All snap, whole crew, I'm the real, both angles Can't sit at our table, can't stomach our label, ugh Just another white boy who mastered the elements Elephant in the room is my massive like a melanin I rap well, I paint pictures like it's pastel People don't hear my lyrics, they feel 'em, I rap braille But they say it's all in vain if I lose my soul In vain like IV, like Roman numerals Four times already I've been to funеrals Still ain't found out how to cheat death But I know the onе who died, buried, resurrected and beat death Who I'ma preach into the streets, yes, ugh I just wrote a pop hit with a superstar I still play the rap game like my new guitar That means I'm pullin' strings, y'all busy buyin' streams But I'm more concerned with my view than who my viewers are [Verse 2: Kham] Uh, blessed with a gift, I never planned to rap Old report builder, I relate by reportin' facts Lot of allies bad apples, how I figured that? Surely who you rootin' for gon' show me where your planet at Cravin' food for thought, I could spare 'em a bread crumb We don't look to y'all no more is my anthem What I'm buildin' got a strict floorplan Took the cream out the Oreo, we cuttin' out the middle man Killin' 'em, a lot of these dudes like flat braille, I ain't feelin' 'em My mind Titanic, ship 'em off and then I'm sinkin' 'em If the connection bad, shut it off and you gon' sync with 'em Kham raps, Killer Kham, same difference, that's a synonym Tactical syntax, I'm black like the bear you called through I mean I'm black like I'll bury a bad fruit Bro you see how easily words can get twisted? That's why I'm mindin' 'round my own business You dig it? Stevie the game, man [Verse 3: Red Tips] V for Vendetta, I got smoke but it's secondhand I move with propellers, yeah they stronger than the average fan Flight check, blastin' off like four, three, two, one Then droppin' like Rikishi on the devil, that's like two ton How you follow Jesus but don't praise Him with your two lungs? You T-Pain, you say you left sin but dawg you still sprung Soon as you slip the monkeys at you like it's temple run God said, "I'ma send my son," I just pray his will be done Concealed matters get searched, I'm out here with a chisel You can not muzzle my speech, I learned that there from Bizzle Ready to go, and whoever go against the clique I'll beat you with the switch that I made you go outside and pick Shout out to S-F-C, in the house, phase three You paved the way for me, without y'all C-H-H wouldn't be You might be out the game but you are not forgotten I couldn't hop on the cypher without payin' some homage It's Red Tips [Verse 4: Scootie Wop] Ayy, C-A-R-O-L-I-N-A C-A-R-O-L-I-N-A, country grammar, you dig Yeah, they like all hail King of the Jews Bring in the blues, I'm flashin' my jewels Play by the rules, you pick and choose Who really choose, bully in schools Skippin' the class but good with math Carry the one, you get it too Razorblade, under tongue, what happened to flip? Bishop had to kick back, tell me you ain't get that Body bag or take a polygraph, no you ain't live that Short, sweet, four-bar rappers, that's a KitKat Short, sweet, four-bar rappers, that's a KitKat Bumsticklybum, I came from so I give back Tryna give the kids hope, is hope, real facts Visit thirty before thirty that's a real rap Dropped a sixteen way before we sixteen Now the whip clean, candy paint, pristeen In a jail cell writing books to Christine He did it for her son, they should've booked Christine Wop [Verse 5: Tylerhateslife] Look I'm the most underrated, highest paid, it's no debatin' It's highly likely that I'll never make it 'fore I ever make it All this potential in my hands I could plan a trip out to Honolulu But instead, I'll choose Afghanistan It's 'cause I care about the fans and less about the views I'm made to lead people to Jesus from beyond the pews You never lose when you learn how to sacrifice If we're bein' honest most of y'all don't even wanna tithe You'll never be content until you heal, mm, hm Here's some advice, your goals don't care how you feel You need to chill, take a break is what they tell me Meanwhile, they sittin' on the couch eatin' Zebra Cakes and watchin' telly Let me see the mic for I minute, I got somethin' I wanna address but I gotta do it in public They said I shouldn't have got picked Well look at that, I guess I am a snub, man Haha, ha