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Cypher With No Topic, Lol

Ayra♡_Music, MdrnStNick, Latbiu Hookt, L.A.G! Music, CrouchingC, Encognito

2025, İngilizce

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Ha, yeah, it's literally as the title says, this cypher doesn't have a specific topic to it
Also, yeah, hot dog!
Anyways, come on, we need someone to spit somethin'!
Wait, what?
No topic?
Is this some kind of joke, or JUST PSYCHOTIC?!
I write Nerdcore, this is just "Blankcore"
I'm writing based on hot topics, and now no topic anymore? (What?)
Fine, I guess I'll suck it up
But only for so long, so don't push your luck...
Uh, yeah, gettin' right up in this cypher, destroyin' it (Yeah!)
I'm sick of you people, you annoyin' bitch (Huh!)
Just know, on this cypher, we gettin' lit (Mmh!)
Get off my back, dude, I'm get these racks (Cash!)
Who the hell are you to talk on me, damn, for this rappin', I'm an addict (Yeah)
Honestly, you should know I'm the baddest (Uh!)
Ha, yuh, you know I'm a savage (FabvL!)
I'm a flight risk, yo life is at risk (Yeah!)
Yo, someone else, come and kill this (Huh!)
Shout out to Vaughn And REASON
I don't have no reason
Not to defend the East
But Joey, your practically committing treason
But, You was never even on Dot's radar to begin with
Fuck '17 when was your last Real Hit?
You ain't did shit
You ain't done none wit that Rocky Feat
My Romance starts at Dawn like morning was my peak
And I'm still shouting out YC
I see, someone ran and ran
Suing niggas trying to deflect the- (DAMN.)
Tryna reflect the bad choices on others
You a Ov-Ho admit it (Mind out the gutter)
Hit a Gutter Ball with a runner stall
I don't know shit I just play ball
4th verse gon have to out shine me by the end
'Cause I'm too tall
I mean TOO TIRED
Bitch, I'm on fire
No one can fuck with a real one-liner
You a Ol' timer?
That a'ight man
Lemme just hop on the synths and drums man
Synths and drums man
Synths and drums man
Lemme rap this from another 'spective
If Biu never blows up I'ma end my verse where the status and drums are like What?
Uh, packin', stackin', back it-, huh, back it up
You wan' try me, I'll be smackin' up
You and yo homies, y'all too homely
Yeah, we accept green only
Anytime I do this, it's real souly
When we run it up, it's gang solely
You can't run it up with us
Nah, bitch, I swear, you not enough
You thinkin' I'm mean? Bitch, I know, and I don't give a fuck!
Yeah, man, we take yo team and send 'em up
They gone, in the clouds now, back down
You wan' try me? I swear, you will drown
If you don't fuck with my sound, bitch, get out
I'm better than you, like a god, so, bitch, get down
Uh, yeah, I turn my dreams to reality
You tried the same, but it was left with some fallacies
I got that money, so I walk to the bank, and I'm doin' it happily
Like damn, huh!
Brrt, bow-bow, yeah, huh, I just killed it!
But we need more people here!
Rap like there's a gun to my head
Like I'm being shot at just for something I said
I won't be breakin' a sweat, maybe breakin' some necks
And won't stop until other rappers payin' respect
I'm always makin' that bread like the greatest of chefs
Grey is the bayonet that be makin' you dead
Makin' you cry "Why'd I have to fuck with the greatest?"
Look in the mirror, bitch, and accept that you ain't it
Command, C, V, ya'll be copy and pasted
10 out of 10, C be the highest rated
See me on your TV spittin', not likely
We be underground, we be keepin' it grimy
High-key, everything 'bout my fit icy
You couldn't afford this with the world's cash combined, please
Crouching motherfuckin' C
The finest (Finest, finest, finest)
Dang, that was fire
I gotta say, I need to spit
Since I don't need a point
But I won't copy and paste
Gimme some time
(Back in the mix)
Yo, J_cob, this is fire
Sorry I took long, but I'm back (Yuh!)
Sorry, I'm not wrong, I'm never gonna act (Yugh!)
But people act out, bars hot, making people pass out (Woooooo)
It's funny how these people act like they know what we bout (Huh?)
Then some think they are lethal until I get the MAC (Brrratatatata!)
So I guess I spit the facts, but you can't be real and hate the facts (Yeah!)
I just love spitting on tracks, no switching gears cause I'm always on track (Yeah!)
I know some folk ain't really like that
Some of these people be rapping like flibbity hibbity
Is you a real fan, like hibbity (You know it!)
Woah, you want one sixteen, guess what, I'm unashamed (Romans 1:16)
While people can't speak up about the gospel when you involve fame
Do not think we are the same, I don't play these people's games
Well I don't care, Jesus can heal a lame, don't you know Drake
My bad, wrong kind of lame, but that still is the facts
See, now you can see that I'm the one who knows sees the facts (Ha!)
And that I don't care for that trash, cuz Drake looking for revenge
Two years, saying lies, can't stand when someone's right
Losing, no matter how hard he try, probably gon' see that man cry
You wanna see what I see, walk by faith, not by sight
Haha, Encognito (It's time to wake them up, yeah!)