Pa** (Battle Rapper) - KOTD Cypher Series Vol. 2: #Blackout6ix Edition lyrics

[Intro: Gully TK] You dig, it's your boy Gully TK King of the Dot Cypher Series, Volume 2: Blackout 6ix Edition I brought some of the best battle rappers in the world with me today We got Pa**, Cortez, Marvwon, and my homie Bishop Brigante Ayo DJ Docta, drop that [Verse 1: Bishop Brigante] Yo, yo They're poking at a lion in his cage But it's all jokes until you see the iron in your face I been quiet and relying on not trying to catch a case But I'm riding with the fire in my eyes, you can't mistake f** where you're coming from, I'm Scarborough, it's embedded in my soul Competitive, ready to set it, now let's go Real rap over metaphors, ‘til you're knocking on heaven's door I'm riding with a calico and I'm ‘bout to settle scores I mean sh**, why the f** you think we purchase metals for? I'm ready for it, any place, any time, any war I never backed down, that's nowhere in my background So picture me turning down a battle from a rap clown That don't sound right so I'ma leave a sound bite I promise I'ma show these motherf**ers what my town like You want me on primetime, then you're walking a fine line We're both from the cloth, but you ain't cut from the same kind You're like a newborn, using words you ain't know yet That's why you get no respect throwing shots at a known vet With no cred, or no rep, or no set where you come from There's no turning back now s**er, this can't be undone Barking up the wrong tree, NAGL While you was at work, I was working out details New movie scripts, new TV shows and offers You was battle rapping, living life in the offense I was in the office, feet kicked up, bossing I hear his heart beating from here, this gon' cost ya [Verse 2: Marvwon] Uh Marvin, I'm the reason a lot of n***as is eating I'm also the reason a lot of their b**hes cheating I really live the life that a lot of these n***as tweeting sh**, my starting point where a lot of you n***as peaking In the streets, they're in the blinds, a lot of n***as is peaking You scared, go to church, start polying with the deacon The Dalai Lama of drama, I am not for the beefing My conversation's thin, Somalian with the speaking You hopped in to the deep end and ain't took a lesson yet My arms always out like I ain't got nothing but sweater vests I am the effing best, they say “prove it” I can move it if I put my mind to it like Professor X Am I a legend? Yes, f** would you rate me I'm 15 strong, you wrong if you try and hate me sh**, in reality, you should thank me And I changed how you looked, me and Tez was the first n***as in HD I went against Em and the universe went crazy Then I went on MTV and lost because I got lazy Then I choked on Total Slaughter, nothing big, it was gravy ‘Cause I blacked out to the point that even Drake had to pay me, n***a So how you gon' feel I ain't earn my confidence? When half of your favorite ain't got none of my accomplishments I spit phases that will thrill you You're nobody ‘til a fat n***a k**s you FK [Verse 3: Cortez] Brooklyn, yo, yo Okay, I'm back on it, never needed permission I still got to eat, all I need is a kitchen Bosses at the table, we're seated, it's the commission Dope in my veins, I'm dope, it's the addiction, huh I'm ‘bout to pop, I wake ‘em up, Folgers The feds tryna swarm us, pissy over Coronas Heard through the wire I'm plugged, so they inform us Mr. Me Toos, they swagger jack and they clone us But not I, I'm B Stuy Money green, LG, straight off the G line R.I.P. Chinx, keep the heat in my G ride Sick to their stomach, so raw, I could feed lines, chill bruh I'm ill cuz, rolling dice and I'm forever strapped Home of the Brook, I aced out so I bet it back You n***as claim you hold weight, but was never that See it's in my genes to never slack, Brooklyn *skirrr*, so then I pull up with a chauffer Bottles keep on coming, they're spilling on these loafers VIP for what, I'm chilling with the owner The money on my mind, but the trap's on my shoulders, huh I'm giving work out, I got to get your weight up See late nights, I stayed up, but you ain't got to wait up I grind ‘til the sun, the money coming on the wake up It's XXL photoshoots in Fader Wait, magazine, but I stay fleeced, so let's be honest You can't walk in these shoes, these, Balenciagas Was in the kitchen, now I'm sitting at Beni Hanas On my n***a sh**, no pun intended, the Remy got us Keep crying from the block, but I'm heavy there Black card status bruh, I'm good everywhere Ridiculous, but in different kicks, the image fits Throw it in the back, damn, I'm on my n***a sh** [Verse 4: Pa**] Where I'm from, they're selling byproducts A byproduct of this environment I was brought up Flying object, defying logic Won't be defined by the populous, I'd be fine without it They doubt it, huh, well shout out to the bottom feeder Seen dead bodies and zombies by the Oakland Coliseum They got to read the comic book to see the walking dead Your favorite rapper probably shook [?] Rhyme with big bro in the 5.0 in the 510, for the ride or flow Where are we going? Anywhere n***a, I don't know, we mobbing though, their fantasy is in rut Might as well kick it with the street n***as if the police just gon' treat us as such, what's up Dank so stank, make you hold your nose Face on blank, heart frozen cold [?] mobbing too fast, how I'm supposed to roll Riding smoke and blowing gas on these [?] I don't need no money, I got mouthpiece I don't need no iron, I'm already creased 40 water rhymres reside in my memory We speak what Makaveli teach, repeat that ‘til our belly weak Keep sh** polished, kids got them big problems Not Chris Wallace, and we graduate straight to that work, so we skip college Feel that Town Business