Tyler Smith - Rock The Bells Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Kyle] Okay so yo how you doin' hi! I like all real sh** in front of me, and all bullsh** aside I've been sick with it my whole life and I ain't even die n***a I ain't sleep in three weeks and I ain't even tired yo Wrote a hundred thousand raps and never had to lie I watched "Pa**ion of the Christ" twice and I ain't even cry I'm a bada**, yeah I'm a f**in' bada** I'll eat a million beats I'm a boom-bap fat a** Like girls with a fat a**, and I believe they all believe in me It's the young Kyle dicking down every Disney Queen I mean Miley Cyrus, Ariana, and Selena G Album went top 10 on iTunes and it was free I'm always in the paper I can barely freaking read I made a hit song in countries with a language I don't speak See I sell So I don't care what he sells Or I don't care what they sell, or I don't care what she sells Suzzie sells seashells, down by the seashore Rap n***as always just complainin', bunch of Eeyores I'm Winnie the Pooh though, cause I got all the honeys If smiles were a dollar n***a I'd have all the money *smiles* It's funny how you think your sh** is anything but weak Yup, they think it's free But now they on my dick and n***as know that sh**'s for free K-I-double-mother-mother-f**ing-D You know that I do this Never gonna lose this K.i.D. I got it all you n***as just clueless Yup Uh I'm really hard to f**ing beat It's K-I-double-mother-mother-f**ing-D n***a [Verse 2: Futuristic] Yo What's crackin' captain I'm snappin' I had to do it 'Bout to take these n***as for a ride just like amusements My team is finally winnin' y'all n***as is really losin' My buzz is "do it yourself" boy you looking at Home Improvement Uh A n***a proved that my tunes is all worth a listen Spitting since elementary writing raps in detention Young, black and gifted with raps that's ridiculous Child sweet as licorice Sick without any symptoms Pulling b**hes like wisdoms Put her on the floor and then I skateboard Drive in Long wiener between her it's looking like a dotson Nasty n***a with a ill mind like Hopsin b**h I ain't no joke, Rakim Futuristic Futuristic said it twice again Murdering competition on cyphers that you find me in Put this on your iPod or CD-ROM Download at, Only Futuristic dot f** That I could go an hour more Look in the crowd and see a thousand who*es Got 'em all wetter than the shower floor She thirsty for the machine I tell her I'm out of order Cause I've been focused on this music and kinda-sorta In between chasing these dreams and a girl, sh** Let me, bring my n***as to the stage And we on the same page Buff Nerds we bout to do it Mr. I Had To Do It these other rappers is stupid [Verse 3: D-WHY] But I'm not a rapper Yeah Not a rapper But I'll out rap ya Turn the mic on, loop the beat and laugh at ya Run up in your master Have my homie Kell snatch ya Kyle f**ed your sister Futuristic got after Rappers dressing up now Give me my swag back Could turn Team Backpack into the Rat Pack Shorty up and down, it feel like the NASDAQ f** them hands baby girl, go make that a** clap She had straight A's but took a lot of D's And possibly illogical philosophical oddities An a**hole apologizes God damn I got at least 30 styles to choose from Right now I'm Socrates In boxer briefs, in parking lot of a Dollar Tree Young Dolly Parton doppelganger watch 'em swallow me Pop my collar toast to the wanna-be's Never will, never have, never can, I don't wanna be Young Kennedy mentally runnin' out of memory Temperamentally you can't even see me instrumentally Your friends and me turn enemies when they see me in Fendi sheets Tell the f** boys rest in peace Tuck you in now go to sleep 16? Give a f** 'bout rules Give a f** 'bout you It's just me and my dudes Only showed up to "Rock the Bells" cause I thought it was a fashion show I'm 'bout to blow But I ain't a rapper though [Kell Outro]