SYpher - No Hooks lyrics

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SYpher - No Hooks lyrics

[Verse 1] I need a chick to play dirty, extend my Johnson And can act nerdy like Emma Watson Defend I'm awesome with the pen, I'm flossin' Send your boss in to end this nonsense Jersey Shore crap rappers try'na buy a tan I'mma do to them what Dr. Doom can do to Spiderman Take you higher than the girl who calls him Tiger can Try'na rhyme like SYpher, man? Naw homie, try again b**h rappers stink like arm pits after a long run And in the long run, we're all done, son Do your little dance like Carlton Your two cents is a nuissance like the hairs on my ball fronts Y'all dumb, thinking you can battle the flow, man I'm going in Raw, no Hogan or Trojan Call me Conan, cause I'm Co-Co with mo' O's And I'm sick enough to borrow my own flows My morals were lost when my poor nose got into p**nos So now your who*e knows I score goals like Iverson In cornrows, rep Ryerson, for sure, yo At least until I graduate Then I'mma get my money right so dummy types will have to hate I'm glad I'm late, that could rhyme with masturbate Lyrically I emasculate then ejaculate, it's savage rape Rapping way too fast today, it's about time we slow it down There's enough a**-whoopin's and gra** huffin' to go around Never staying sober now, clever with that bolder sound Lord Of The Flies sort of a guy, literates, I hold you down Bigger tits, I hold you up You know I like to grope and touch, stroke and such T.M.I., he's a guy rhyming open much You're like "yuck, why he gotta be like that?" Well, I need you to smell, hear, feel and see my raps Feed your trap, okay, see? I go Harden; OKC Fly my car right by Mars when I buy the bar and soak my teeth [Verse 2] This ain't that turd, Drake, it's more like an earthquake I keep my words great for the nerds' sake This ain't Kardinal, these rappers are starving now And it's all fun and games like a carnival This ain't K-Os, we deep in the playoffs Layoff nosey people like I'm Adolf This ain't the Era of JD, it's a terrorist, maybe And the error is I never get lazy This ain't Shad K, it's more like a bad day I'm putting out your flame like an ash tray This ain't Cla**ified, it's that Shaun Ya**in guy And like the cla** attendance, I'm last to die Get pacified as I come snatch the pie I got a ma**ive drive to get cash tonight So when I grab the mic, don't bother asking why I can rap alright, I just lack the hype Cause I'm not black or white and I don't pack a pipe Don't choke, act or fight but it's dope tracks I write With my own active mind that are so cla**ic like Hov, Rakim, Ice Cube, Kno, Paz and Price ...Don't ask advice It's so sad for sight to see old-fashioned types With notepads, no swag and show wack insight When they flow savage but with broke, flaccid rhymes ...Loud mouth with weak bars From T-Dot to down south we geek hard Lyrical, spitting fire with a radical ravage Rhyme syllables at a higher mathematical average