World Wide Cypher (feat. Dedboii Kez, Randolph, Token Black, Dan Bull, Shofu, Trapp Tarell, VI Seconds, Epiclloyd, Rustage & Samad Savage)

Samad, cook it up, yeah!

Dedboii cool
Ice in yo' blood, when you starin' at my face
Quit being stuck, 'cause I'm always on the move
And, you gon' meet my Glock, if you standin' in the way, boy
I got hella drive, you can see the way I zoom
Damn, I done got so high, that I landed up in space
And now, I handle issues, like I don't know my tools
When I pull up with the Scru, and put a hammer to yo' face

Damn, don't fuck with the kid, you get shot in yo' ribs
Yeah, my bullets like zits, they just pop when I pick
Boy, stop all the shit, you ain't no god, you a bitch
I'm like yo' pops, choose a stick, before I pop you, in yo' shit
Hoo! Come and rock wit' me, bitch
Come and rock wit' me, bitch, yuh
Rock wit' me, bitch

Tryna cop the bag, so I don't need a pension
I make tracks for your girl, I see her in my mentions
She likes me more than she likes you
Money, money, money, that's my new haiku

This my 20-10 shit, I'm makin' statements
Inspiring the youth, so you can thank me later
All I do is point and shoot, I'm mean with the Razor
Quick flick of the wrist, I don't need to cheat, like I'm Jada

I never bleep on the radar
I'm movin' heat, like I'm ghost
Reppin' the UK, so pass the marmalade for my toast
I'm informal, with the scopes
Laidback, with the flow
And, I 'on't leave the house, unless it's bound for the show

But, for Scru
I'll jump into the booth, and put it on the tab
And, if they firing shots, then it's tit for tat
And now, I'm doin' numbers, like I'm finna the tap
They diallin' up the phone, and hear me on the track

Aye, It's Token Black, bitch, just in case you didn't know
Got no love for the friends, I was gettin' rid of, though
Niggas ain't got more money than I was gettin', though
But, I got niggas tryna, "Li'l Bro", me

If they could reach higher, what they sayin', probably'd get to me
But, I set my price higher, now these niggas upset with me
Everything on hush, let 'em see what you let 'em see
I got a Blue Shell for anybody ahead of me

Aye, but it's all love
Token Black ain't got no enemies
Make sure you say it twice, so I believe what you just said to me
Niggas tried to get back in my life, but now they dead to me
And, I ain't bringin' niggas out the grave, 'cause I ain't Red MD

Cypher is the gang, everybody self-made
Used to really have to hustle, now I'm really gettin' paid
You finna see me, everywhere, I'm feelin' like I'm Slade
Yeah, Token Black, bitch

Now, just imagine Ed Sheeran, but with less talent
Stick in a Lil Dicky, and what you get? This bellend
Look, who needs a funeral, to dress tragic?
I'm a less-attractive Obi Wan Kenobi, with a meth habit

I saved us from aliens, they saw me, and said, "Next planet"
I'm not a guest in the house of hip-hop, I'm trespassing
My aesthetic's ecstatic, sex, I'm the best at it
Don't even need a helpin' hand, I just jack it

Psst, does anyone wonder why we're stuck in the wrong timeline?
Thinking about this year, I'm strugglin', comin' up with one highlight
20-20's hittin' different, than the way you think it is
August's comin' quick, as if it's up in Jada Pinkett Smith
Sorry, I should remain cautious
I don't want to get Shane Dawson'ed
It's shameful that fame, fortune, makes you all behave awful

Even the President's settin' a terrible example
But, he'll never be cancelled
He's said things, that if I repeated them, I'd be banned for

I was always told that talk is cheap
But, you rappers really be talkin', and say not a thing
Nigga, get your bars up, or beatin' me is not a thing
My whole team is full of beasts, boy, we Monsters Inc

I'm like a kraken, with the pen, that's the monster's ink
All you sheep should be concerned, with what the monsters think
I slide up on a nigga, this is not a hockey rink
Man, my heart colder than a hockey rink
Still can't find a single rapper, hot as me

Been doing this shit, a pioneer, boy, I gotta be
Bitch, I'm in my new groove, I just let the llama speak
I don't say a word, I let the llama speak
You niggas think you so nice, but do little
You gon' really hear it, when the llama speak

There's nothin' you could offer me, I got these demons off of me
You niggas should honor me, I'm YouTube rapper, fathering
Name a beat, that I ain't bodying
Cypher gang starvin', and you lookin' like an offering, bitch nigga

A Mississippi cat
My presence is like it's gift and wrapped
God gave me a present, when he gave me gifted raps
So, I'm motivating the young'uns, that's how I gift it, back
I'm fast, amazing, crazy, and talented, so don't miss the facts

I was young, tryna find a way
Great Value Chicken Noodle Soup, everyday
I asked Momma why she got them holes in her face
She put the pipe to her face, then she fade away

I'm Mike Jack, of this day and age
I got bars that's day-for-day
Slick Rick, of this modern day
'Cause, my stories don't play-for-play
Don't believe me? Whoa, just wait
Let me introduce you, Trey, see Trey
He wanna be a star, but Trey got something in his way

Trey dad's a tough guy, slight chubby, but still a buff guy
Jack boy run on him, and then he snuffed, guy
So one day, he took Trey wit' him, and he got shot
He told Trey, "I'm gonna make it", even though he not
Trey got some words for him, he cryin', lookin' at his eyes
See, I'ma stop there, and direct you over to my spot
Right, I'm the G.O.A.T., it's clear, now that you can tell
Sipp God, like holy grail, go subscribe to Trapp Tarell

Are you dumb? I'm the smoothest nigga, here
You worried 'bout a tier list, I'll leave your list in tears
I bring them fear, it'll click from this psycho soldier
So many holes in you, it triggers my trypophobia

Lines go over you, dumb-dumbs, you won't leave with your lungs intact
Don't get 'em the first time, I'll skrrrt, and run it back
Dumb it down, more? How they feelin', you niggas?
I'm sayin', "I... stay... killin' you, niggas"

Scru, you got me offin' my peers
Body bags the sub counts, I'm throwin' off of a pier
I'm a way better look, and that's off of appearance
I'll make an appearance, and beat you, 'til you off in appearance

I call the Smith, Angelina, this appear and act
No misses, you gon' be a disappearin' act
There ain't no mercy, for a rat, I'll shove my Pinky in your Brain
Gemini Man, you'll get the Smith, for thinkin' we the same

Big Arms, my muscle up, I Fire Birds, like a TransAm
Blam-blam, blam-blam, you'll get robbed, like Van Dam
You niggas, sheep for the slaughter, a bunch of lamb, fam
The damn can, Rock You to Rubble, baby, you Bam-Bam

Better make the room wider, it's the YouTube Lifer
He's fire, in the circle, like the name Michelle Cypher
It's 'sire', what you can call me, when I hit the amplifier
Retire, you cross Epic, catch some shit, like you're a diaper

Been OG, since '03
Still hungry and ugly
I OD on dope-mean
My whole team still love me
And, suddenly, no trash talk
The cat can rap, his mask off
Gold records, in the backdrops
I'm tasty, like your backyard
In the

Summer, summer, summer, summertime
And, always on the Nascar, fast bars
Slow and low, sometimes, is how I roll with mine
I'm colder than the steel beneath my knees
With a pen and a pad
Eagle Scout, I'm with a fresh, "I 'on't give a fuck", badge
Scru wrangled, and awakened the rattlesnake, in ya' face
The unmistakable battle cat, ha!
So, say my catchphrase louder, who's next?

Comin' in, I know there's people who laugh
When I'm dropping my bars, I don't act like the part
But, I'm leavin' 'em charred, like a flow avatar
When I say that I'm terrible mean, like the tzar

A paladin, radiance, in my battlin'
Stayin' sick, like a pathogen, takin' risks, like I'm Catherine
Work non-stop, like I'm Hamilton
Watch 'em DdOS, and eavesdrop, to screen shop for cheap shots
And, scream lots, when we've got what they've always dreamed of
So, keep up, and prove what you've got, Russell's teapot
Bring thunder, like Zeus, my rhymes' buff, like a Greek god

Plan, like I'm Bonaparte, honing art
Keepin' afloat, like I'm Noah's arc
Smart, like I'm Tony Stark, look at my coat of arms
When I've been spittin', you better be fittin' the smoke alarms
They say I wrote it wrong
I can explain to you, lyrics and smiles, usin' a flow chart
No faux pas, makin' these symphonies, Mozarts

Stay gettin' views, thousands? No, try millions
Y'all sayin' nothin', like streams from Sky Williams
I'm stayin' hungry, ain't makin' no food waste
A new ace, leave reactors twisted, call it Scru Face

Ooh, who is that?
It's the coo-coo lad, who produced the track
You few assume he wack, but computer hack, I just use the Mac
Shots flew through you, but dude
You be truly ass, if you shootin' gats
It's like your boo, no cap, I get booty claps, 'til I come on back
Matter fact, lemme flip quick, no acrobat

Jail wanna keep me in a trap, so bad
Twelve wanna see me laid flat, on back
Then you wanna talk crap, let's chat
Doubled, if the cops get us capped, bring up stats

Why every time we ask for that they?
Talk about crime, that black on black?
Man, let's keep it real
Crime is crime, so wherever you are, that is who you get killed by
Racism, undercover as classism, this about dollar bills

Yikes, no, this ain't what the feds like
This that talk that get me dead, right?
I'm just doin' what they said, write
Hope my community read lines

Yeah, they been readin' what I got
Better than treatin' popular heathens
Like we all need them, they ain't Gods
Yet again, we've been checkin' a screen for validation, 'til we cry
Instead of believin' in a lot, we proceed to idol lies

Skroodwidit

Look, ha-ha
Look
I know spots where they tote Yops, when they mean war
And, I mean war, not H3 versus Keemstar
It seems y'all forgot that my temper's hot, and it seesaws
Been leeched on for so damn long, nigga, we need ours

I'll heat y'all frame up, and take my aim, 'fore I seat y'all
My utensils were stainless, and for a plate, I would eat y'all
You señoritas, you sub Tweeters are margaritas
Nine millimeters holds 16, Chris Delia

Yo, it's evident when it comes to this shit, I'm just ahead of them
Look, I'm on my second win while they're catchin' their second wind
Well, that just means I'm better than they sedative, I'm medicine
They got them toilet bars, same shit, but just a better spin

YouTube's Thomas Edison
If I create the light, they gon' use it, and then they'll credit them
But, I was made to fight, and my movement ain't made of gelatin
And now, I'm takin' flight, 'cause I'm provin' that I can get it
The truest is what they never been, unh!

They got me stressed, so I hit the sess, 'til I hit the stinger
It's Twitter fingers, 'til niggas mailin' out niggas fingers
Nigga's singers, Diana Ross, 'til they die on the floor
Nigga, you can die on a cross, tryna fight with the gods

I'm Leonidas, when I'm fightin', a Titan of sorts
Why you lying? You can't beat the game, 'til you fight with the boss
They would challenge me to this forty in the 20-20
Embarrass these rappin' parodies buried, 'cause now we comin'

Bitch
Ha-ha-ha
Samad, cook it up, yeah