[{"id":10999502,"name":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 2","trackName":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 2","artistName":"Crypt","albumName":"YouTube Cypher, Vol. 2","duration":739.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crypt just called, he said he's lookin' to scrap\nHe wanted GAWNE up on the track' because I murder the raps\nWell yo\" Crypt homie' just know that I got your back\nEven if I gotta be a lyrical bully to Dax\nJust give me the orders, run up and kick your door in\nHit 'em with fifty mortars\nRigor mortis, kill 'em' and leave their corpses\nOn other people's doorsteps\nEnter the morgue with venom and then I get morbid\nEvil and horrid, imminent torture\nReapin' the organs outta' the orphans\nBodily portions, gotta be foreskins\nAnd now they like' \"Whoa!\nHow the fuck he spit and just murder so many flows?\"\nI don't know, I was bred for this shit since '96\nMakin' hits since an embryo, I been the G.O.A.T.\nI could do flippity hippity, enterin' in the vicinity\nCookin' up hits, like I'm Breaking Bad\nWalter White Jessie when makin' amphetamines\nShits gettin' messy I'm finna be killin' the enemy\nNever see any serenity\nWhen I be mentally heavily off of the Hennessy\nSippin' the liquor I lick it up\nLickety-split, and my liver then kick in\nWith a little bit of venom and I'm never gonna let up\nGot to get up from the bottom put the motherfuckin' pedal to the metal\nWhen in my head, I'm goin' mental\nIn retrospect, I probably should check my stress\nBut I'm never gonna second guess this shit, it's over, I won\nThis beat is OJ's wife by the time that I'm done\n\nMoxas!\nYeah, check!\nOkay, the SoundCloud superhero back again\nI train hard, so when I'm on the track I'm overlappin' them\nI'm lightin' up a sack, the holy pack, my only sacrament\nNo California though, I took the O, it's on my back again (Ugh)\nThey prolly don't get it, I'ma hit them with a chrome in it\nSemi-automatic flow,\nI gotta get it though, I'm kickin' in the door with it\nLike, \"Oh shit, it's the dope kid with the flow sick, oh no, sis'!\"\nAnd to be frank, no ocean, got the weed dank and a potion\nWhen I'm fleet flank, feelin' focused on my fee fie fum foe shit\nAnd I speak fire if I wrote shit,\nso the fees high, you ain't know shit\nCan't afford it, and I'm not nice, I'ma, \"Mmm, mmm\", like I got lice\nIf you cop verse, I will not write,\nand I got slime, like a stop sign, uh!\nI'm goin' up, that's the reason that they've been sad lately\nYou a loud annoyin' little kid, you a Bhad Bhabie\nGot up on this beat to have some fun, you know I'm showin' out\nIf a pussy come at me, Alinity, I'll throw 'em out!\n(Ugh)\n\nI think this girl better back off\nShe lookin' at me with some bright hopes\nTell her that she can be tied down\nIf she wanna walk on a tightrope\nHittin' that shit from the back, dog\nShe probably gonna need Geico\nShe knows that my pockets are so fat\nThey probably gonna need lipo\nBitch, I made a quarter mil' and y'all ignored until\nI started murderin' these beats, I need some more to kill\nNow my pockets lookin' green, they gettin' chlorophilled\nIt's written in my destiny, I'm born to kill\nSo much caffeine in my system, that it's hard for me to concentrate\nShittin' on my competition, rappers lookin' constipated\nI never been a dick, don't need to over compensate\nThat's why all these women hit me, tryna' over populate\nWhile labels scared to hit me 'cause I got way too much leverage\nIf I signed to them, then I'm the one that's bringin' benefits\nThe amount they'd have to give's a mountain,like it's Everest\nOnce that contract's in possession,\ny'all gon' need an exorcist, I'm ghost\n\nYeah, God, God, God\nOh Lord, the most slept on on the site, nigga\nIn a different pedigree, dog, I show my bite bigger\nWorried 'bout a dislike bar, I dislike your life\nOn a knee, lettin' it ring, like I'm lookin' for a wife, nigga\nBrought a coffin, heard you jackin' a box\nTry to wind me somethin' poppin', like a jack in the box\nThe arms strong toss a molotov from a mile away\nI son y'all, but I didn't get a fuckin' gift on Father's Day\nOh y'all want action, 'til I'm up and blastin', fuckin' tragic\nSuckas plastic, get your surface bursted for your bubble rappin'\nRounds of applause from the- rounds of the ones I'm clappin'\nChannels for reactions now reactin' to your fuckin' passin'\nThanos snappin', snatchin' the clout that you niggas gained\nBut a lot of y'all gon' vanish if the algorithm change\nWho want smoke? I'ma alter your appearance\nNone you mothafucka's nice, tell KSI that I'm actually Beerus, God\n\nTo all the people that say I'm the bomb\nI'm gonna blow up, that's what I'm made for\nLookin' for flow, or lookin' for bars\n'Cause, I'ma give you what you came for\nI get the blame for murder, you are just fake with burners\nWhat are you fake for?\nYou fake gangs ain't plugged in\nLike Dax, with his chainsaw\nIt's Barology, welcome to the classroom\nShaq, you better tell Ja to stay inside that bathroom\nLike Scriptwork, we fight back\nMan you ought to know\nLike the Vatican without the Pope\nI want all the smoke\n\"Hi there, I'm DK\nI'm new here\nI'm the guy with the English accent\nOr the dickhead with the blue hair\" (That's me!)\nI'm a vet already\nI be puttin' rappers in the cemetery\nLeave them dead and buried like, (\"Woah!\")\nComin' harder than the military\nI'm back on my bullshit, with a full clip\nGot a space in the morgue, if you wanna talk shit\nGot orchids for your funeral with a full-zipped\nBody bag, won't find out where the corpse is\nI'll always be myself with no apologies\n\nYo' Crypt, wanna thanks for the opportunity\nCyphers and freestyles is nothin' new to me, I do it beautifully\nA couple verses up my sleeve, I love nudity\nAnd black bitches, I'm the match when your wrist flicks it\nThrow that ass back, like a grenade and blow my dick up\nUnpredictable with verses, like Tourettes or havin' hiccups, look\nThey compare ya' boy to that of a lighter\nWho's harder than a sniper, hittin' through the chest on a Bible\nDon't have any rivals, 'cause that would imply I fight for survival\nAmidst all the rappers I jack up, it's easy now, back up\nCallin' for backup, while I got they back up against the wall\nGot my Vans up against they balls,\npause, I ain't mean it like that dog\nAnd I ain't homophobic, for a mil', I'd get some head behind a Kroger\nIf the deal was just a minute, then it's over\nYeah I'm mad buggin', slap you up in public in your city, ho'\nOnly time you slap is the publish button on videos\nNigga, we mop floors with rappers, this no hyperbole\nFlippin' them vertically,\nbadly attackin' with words that they murmerin'\nMy pen is catchin' bodies, call it John Wick\nI feel it as I am jottin', stretchin' these words like pilates\nI kick- quick karate, ya click'- this-, ya' noddin'\nYa' spit- shit- the potty, a thick- bitch-, I'm throbbin'\nBitch, I'm finna nut, huh\nDick up in her gut, I eat that booty like it's lunch (Haha.)\n\nYo', yo', yo', yo\nYo', it's the girl about to rap! Huh\nYeah, you know I'm on that- fuck that!\nBeen ready to fuck the game, and use these rappers as my cum rag\n'Cause listenin' to y'all is like pressin' on a thumbtack\nAnd these rappers they itchin' for the- huh!\nSnitchin' for the- huh!\nYou know that it's a snake if you just listen for the-\nAnd I'ma be givin' them halos\nWhen I be trigger-fingerin' these flows\nLeavin' them quakin', and all on their toes\nThis is my destiny and what I chose, look\nI'm the best, so all these motherfuckers hate me\nIf I press the side of this gat, then there ain't gon' be no safety\nAin't no scopin', I'ma put this chrome to your windows\nAim, and click-click-click, like the fuckin' page won't open\nThese little rappers know there ain't no jokin'\nNo hehe, no haha, jaja, don't matter which language spoken\nI vanquish these angry faces who try to steal my focus\nMy staff with me, I pass the C's, like I'm the real life Moses, facts!\n\n(Ah yeah)\n(Yeah, hold up!)\nI done made some enemies\nUp, like the son, you are a kid to me\nFake niggas wearin' disguises, like it's trick-or-treat\nI will never freeze on the beat\nControl-Alt-Delete\nThat's why I went to work\nAs soon as Crypt sent me the beat, like\nI can read the signs\nAnd see the future like a Zodiac\nLeave them where they stand\nI'm ike James Harden with a step back\nLinin' up the competition\nI will always catch them\nOne hand and defended like\nI'm O'Dell Beckham\nDifferent rules\nYou play with us, then, homie, you gonna lose\nFade to black\nAnd you couldn't see us even with Google Maps\nAnd I know I knew\nYou just be hatin', use it for motivation\nCure ya' from the sickness\nLike a doctor, 'cause you're so impatient\nI wanna keep it real with you\nI am just not satisfied by a mil' or two\nSo, I only share the plate with a chosen few\nIf this a five-star meal, you a frozen food\n\nListen (Listen)\nA wild beast is let loose in the forest\nYou screwin' yourself,\nlike Darth Vader masturbatin' using the Force (Haha!)\nNow congratulate this dude, he's a boss\nTry me, I will embarrass you, like soccer moms doin' the floss\nCheck out my switch mag\nGet a Glock, put a Joy-Con where the clip at\nAnd when you twitch\nI'll be screamin' at the chat to clip that (Clip that!)\nFlows tight\nBut know my screws is loose\nI'm Samuel Jackson of this YouTube rappin'\nGrabbin' my super suit\nMy lines got a nice ring to 'em, barbells\nMy name carry weight in the community, cartels (Let's go!)\nI makin' a mil' off of rappin'\nNo cappin' and I am not wearin' no VVS\nI got so many rhymes\nMy rap sheet is longer than a receipt at a CVS\nIt's finna' go down, better go now\n'Bout to hit 'em with a four pound, better know now\nI ain't talkin' about guns, just talkin' about bars\nDon't really wanna be the one to slow down\nBodied the beat\nDraw the chalk lines on the instrumental, zip it up\nNow I can crush up\nThe Infinity Stones into powder, then sniff it up\n\n(Um, hahahaha!)\nI'm the sergeant of all my squadrons\nThis is all out war\nI'll make you sprint, like the phone\nI'm not the one to call out, boy\nAnd my foes is more then hoes\nThem bros is all out whores\nTime to dead you\nPop with the metal, make you fall out, boy\nFuck all that noise\n'Cause now I'm in this bitch, like ya' mother\nSee, Crypt is my brother\nTalk slick, I'll make a crypt for your brother\nMy nigga, I've suffered\nBut you won't hear me bitch like the others\nYou think they your brothers\nBut you can hear them hiss with they hug ya'\nYou slick motherfuckers\nGon' end up in a ditch when I'm done\nGot a problem, then bite your tongue\nThat's called a bitch where I'm from\nA Sig is a gun\nWant smoke, I'll put that shit in your lungs\nTurn me to a serial killer\nAnd you Cinnamon Crunch\nMy niggas is- ummm\nYoung, and goin' dumb with the drum\nMarch for a band, that little drummer boy\nPa-rum-pa-pum-pum\nFor a lump sum\nThey shootin' like the Rucker dumb dumb\nNow you M.I.A\nLike \"Paper Planes\" and \"Bucky Done Gun\"\nDuck, or down goes Donald\nA clown like Ronald\nIf I was black, then so is the strap\nBrraatt the Tom, like MacDonald, ha\nThey asked me why I made\nAll these bars about clappin' people\nGrew up on battle rap\nPlus, I showed you my mac is lethal\nNo class in people\nBut I'm gradin' like professors\nThrow you in a lake\nAnd now you really wavy, like Quadeca\nTried to run, but I'ma catch him\nThe scope can make it long-range\nRifle got the magnifyin' glasses\nI am Dontai\nA short temper can really make it a long day\nAnd tell Crypt that I'm sorry, I took the long way\n(Hahahaha!)\n\n(Oh, oh, yeah)\nThey like, \"He finally entered\"\nI guess it's time to be bitter\nI'm on every track\nLike a parental advisory sticker\nIn a new league\nThey tryin' to keep me from gettin' too hot\nI got spice, so I'm gettin' my blue cheese\nI cannot be measured, so I am unruly\nYou can't get through me\nI'm an IUD to all of these pussies\nYou know I'm gonna win it\nIn the end, I need my rupees\nHuh, they never understand\nHow I do it\nSaid I couldn't say a S\nSo I drew a line through it\nLike, \"Hi, stupid!\"\nMy rhymes are too fly, they defy Newton\nThey all rushin' tryna do\nAs much work as what I put in\nI'm Putin, I'm puttin'\nSo you know nobody else is on par\nStoppin' in the tracks when I drive in\nLike I'm a cop car\nFuck rap shit\nI got bars, but look like a pop star\nLook like the Buzzfeed intern\nWho gets employees their Pop Tarts\nInstead I toy with the top charts\nNow they heard of me\nAn emergin' MC, but you ain't got the M's\nSo you just an emergin' C\nGet it?\n\n(Yo, yeah, aye, uh)\nShit damn son\nYou've never seen a fuckin' rapper who be this handsome\nI never breathe when I be rappin'\nI got six damn lungs\nI'm at the offices of UMG\nWith twin hand guns\nI got a hostage I'ma shoot\nI'll need a big ransom\nI been recordin' like a Demogorgon\nThat'll rip your organs out and chop you into sixty portions\nLike I'm Lizzie Borden, just a bit of boredom\nGot me breakin' brick and boards and\nI'ma smash your pumpkin like I'm Billy Corgan\nAnd in a tournament, I'm insubordinate\nI'll throw you in the city morgue,\nand you'll just shiver morbidly with chilly organs\nWhen performin', I mix endorphins with liquid morphine\nThe shit be coursin' through my veins, I went to war with 50 horseman\nDrop to your knees and kiss my foreskin\nYour jam ain't impress us,\njump off the cage and kick you in the face like Anthony Pettis\nI roll heads back, you flow's just wack\nI'll never die, I'm makin' videos forever, call me NoDeathShaq\nI commit homicide like this\nI get three copyright strikes quick\nSo tell Susan Wochsoioskski- whatever the fuck that bitch's name is\nShe can demonetize my dick\nA lethal with the straight facts\nY'all are just a needle in a haystack\nYour rap looks old\nYou probally ran that shit through FaceApp\nProlly- thinkin' shit is sweet\nAnd I'ma beat you up on camera, like fuckin' ASAP Rocky, copy?\n\nI copy, Mac\nGet bodied like Tommy Mac\nWith tsunami raps, my flow is so immaculate\nThey think it's a magic act\nI'm makin' these rappers mad\nI'll make a diss appear, then they disappear\nWith Nato on the beat and everybody here\nCypher of the year!\nLet's view inside my mind\nAnd see what things we find and discover\nNo rapper better than I, so\nTake ya' pick, I'll leave 'em shuddered\nNo exposure needed for my focus\nTo show my light\nI'll ram my way in the game with my shows\nI'm hungry, so my gig a bite\nI'll snap in a flash\nRed is the only color I see, whenever I'm lookin' at you\nStompin' they ass\nKickin' them motherfuckers when they are down, like Ndamukong Suh\nRappers don't get mad at me, that's something you'll regret\nI'll have you nervously persperatin' over this beef, like meat sweats\nRap is a house, and bitch, I'm high up in it\nCall me a rap-addict, bitch, the sky is not the limit\nRoll up on me and get smoked, yo', fuck your drama\nI'm crackin' skulls in this joint, I call that blunt force trauma\nAnd much more commas won't make me rap with you, I'm immortal\nMake you and your hoe go ghost,\n'cause I know you just a pair of normals\nI'm sick when spittin' that's the difference between you and me\nI'm me, but you wanna copy, right? Like UMG\nWait, you thought that was it?\nCrypt is in this bitch, and bitch, you know I gotta spit it quick\nSo, everybody come and listen up I gotta tell you\nWhat the fuck we gonna do to go and fuckin' rip it up\nYo', switch it up, everybody fearin' when we hit it up\nRyan Oakes knows his flow was different (?)\n'Cause Mac is Lethal\nPackin' gats in his rap, shootin' back at people\nActin' wack, in fact, Nems raps are regal\nLex Bratcher is it reppin' for the chicks\nAnd Dontai can spit\nAnd, Six, way to represent\nLuke spit so quick, I can't even comprehend\nDevvon Terrell with the voice of an angel\nScru done proved his spot at the table\nAnd DK reppin' UK\nHe won the competition, and now he's here to stay\nMoxas put them in a coffin, and Quad spazzed there's no question\nMy shirt size is XXL, but fuck bein' a freshman\n\nWho made this beat? Nato!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 2\n  artist: Crypt\n  album: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 739000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Crypt just called, he said he's lookin' to scrap\n  He wanted GAWNE up on the track' because I murder the raps\n  Well yo\" Crypt homie' just know that I got your back\n  Even if I gotta be a lyrical bully to Dax\n  Just give me the orders, run up and kick your door in\n  Hit 'em with fifty mortars\n  Rigor mortis, kill 'em' and leave their corpses\n  On other people's doorsteps\n  Enter the morgue with venom and then I get morbid\n  Evil and horrid, imminent torture\n  Reapin' the organs outta' the orphans\n  Bodily portions, gotta be foreskins\n  And now they like' \"Whoa!\n  How the fuck he spit and just murder so many flows?\"\n  I don't know, I was bred for this shit since '96\n  Makin' hits since an embryo, I been the G.O.A.T.\n  I could do flippity hippity, enterin' in the vicinity\n  Cookin' up hits, like I'm Breaking Bad\n  Walter White Jessie when makin' amphetamines\n  Shits gettin' messy I'm finna be killin' the enemy\n  Never see any serenity\n  When I be mentally heavily off of the Hennessy\n  Sippin' the liquor I lick it up\n  Lickety-split, and my liver then kick in\n  With a little bit of venom and I'm never gonna let up\n  Got to get up from the bottom put the motherfuckin' pedal to the metal\n  When in my head, I'm goin' mental\n  In retrospect, I probably should check my stress\n  But I'm never gonna second guess this shit, it's over, I won\n  This beat is OJ's wife by the time that I'm done\n\n  Moxas!\n  Yeah, check!\n  Okay, the SoundCloud superhero back again\n  I train hard, so when I'm on the track I'm overlappin' them\n  I'm lightin' up a sack, the holy pack, my only sacrament\n  No California though, I took the O, it's on my back again (Ugh)\n  They prolly don't get it, I'ma hit them with a chrome in it\n  Semi-automatic flow,\n  I gotta get it though, I'm kickin' in the door with it\n  Like, \"Oh shit, it's the dope kid with the flow sick, oh no, sis'!\"\n  And to be frank, no ocean, got the weed dank and a potion\n  When I'm fleet flank, feelin' focused on my fee fie fum foe shit\n  And I speak fire if I wrote shit,\n  so the fees high, you ain't know shit\n  Can't afford it, and I'm not nice, I'ma, \"Mmm, mmm\", like I got lice\n  If you cop verse, I will not write,\n  and I got slime, like a stop sign, uh!\n  I'm goin' up, that's the reason that they've been sad lately\n  You a loud annoyin' little kid, you a Bhad Bhabie\n  Got up on this beat to have some fun, you know I'm showin' out\n  If a pussy come at me, Alinity, I'll throw 'em out!\n  (Ugh)\n\n  I think this girl better back off\n  She lookin' at me with some bright hopes\n  Tell her that she can be tied down\n  If she wanna walk on a tightrope\n  Hittin' that shit from the back, dog\n  She probably gonna need Geico\n  She knows that my pockets are so fat\n  They probably gonna need lipo\n  Bitch, I made a quarter mil' and y'all ignored until\n  I started murderin' these beats, I need some more to kill\n  Now my pockets lookin' green, they gettin' chlorophilled\n  It's written in my destiny, I'm born to kill\n  So much caffeine in my system, that it's hard for me to concentrate\n  Shittin' on my competition, rappers lookin' constipated\n  I never been a dick, don't need to over compensate\n  That's why all these women hit me, tryna' over populate\n  While labels scared to hit me 'cause I got way too much leverage\n  If I signed to them, then I'm the one that's bringin' benefits\n  The amount they'd have to give's a mountain,like it's Everest\n  Once that contract's in possession,\n  y'all gon' need an exorcist, I'm ghost\n\n  Yeah, God, God, God\n  Oh Lord, the most slept on on the site, nigga\n  In a different pedigree, dog, I show my bite bigger\n  Worried 'bout a dislike bar, I dislike your life\n  On a knee, lettin' it ring, like I'm lookin' for a wife, nigga\n  Brought a coffin, heard you jackin' a box\n  Try to wind me somethin' poppin', like a jack in the box\n  The arms strong toss a molotov from a mile away\n  I son y'all, but I didn't get a fuckin' gift on Father's Day\n  Oh y'all want action, 'til I'm up and blastin', fuckin' tragic\n  Suckas plastic, get your surface bursted for your bubble rappin'\n  Rounds of applause from the- rounds of the ones I'm clappin'\n  Channels for reactions now reactin' to your fuckin' passin'\n  Thanos snappin', snatchin' the clout that you niggas gained\n  But a lot of y'all gon' vanish if the algorithm change\n  Who want smoke? I'ma alter your appearance\n  None you mothafucka's nice, tell KSI that I'm actually Beerus, God\n\n  To all the people that say I'm the bomb\n  I'm gonna blow up, that's what I'm made for\n  Lookin' for flow, or lookin' for bars\n  'Cause, I'ma give you what you came for\n  I get the blame for murder, you are just fake with burners\n  What are you fake for?\n  You fake gangs ain't plugged in\n  Like Dax, with his chainsaw\n  It's Barology, welcome to the classroom\n  Shaq, you better tell Ja to stay inside that bathroom\n  Like Scriptwork, we fight back\n  Man you ought to know\n  Like the Vatican without the Pope\n  I want all the smoke\n  \"Hi there, I'm DK\n  I'm new here\n  I'm the guy with the English accent\n  Or the dickhead with the blue hair\" (That's me!)\n  I'm a vet already\n  I be puttin' rappers in the cemetery\n  Leave them dead and buried like, (\"Woah!\")\n  Comin' harder than the military\n  I'm back on my bullshit, with a full clip\n  Got a space in the morgue, if you wanna talk shit\n  Got orchids for your funeral with a full-zipped\n  Body bag, won't find out where the corpse is\n  I'll always be myself with no apologies\n\n  Yo' Crypt, wanna thanks for the opportunity\n  Cyphers and freestyles is nothin' new to me, I do it beautifully\n  A couple verses up my sleeve, I love nudity\n  And black bitches, I'm the match when your wrist flicks it\n  Throw that ass back, like a grenade and blow my dick up\n  Unpredictable with verses, like Tourettes or havin' hiccups, look\n  They compare ya' boy to that of a lighter\n  Who's harder than a sniper, hittin' through the chest on a Bible\n  Don't have any rivals, 'cause that would imply I fight for survival\n  Amidst all the rappers I jack up, it's easy now, back up\n  Callin' for backup, while I got they back up against the wall\n  Got my Vans up against they balls,\n  pause, I ain't mean it like that dog\n  And I ain't homophobic, for a mil', I'd get some head behind a Kroger\n  If the deal was just a minute, then it's over\n  Yeah I'm mad buggin', slap you up in public in your city, ho'\n  Only time you slap is the publish button on videos\n  Nigga, we mop floors with rappers, this no hyperbole\n  Flippin' them vertically,\n  badly attackin' with words that they murmerin'\n  My pen is catchin' bodies, call it John Wick\n  I feel it as I am jottin', stretchin' these words like pilates\n  I kick- quick karate, ya click'- this-, ya' noddin'\n  Ya' spit- shit- the potty, a thick- bitch-, I'm throbbin'\n  Bitch, I'm finna nut, huh\n  Dick up in her gut, I eat that booty like it's lunch (Haha.)\n\n  Yo', yo', yo', yo\n  Yo', it's the girl about to rap! Huh\n  Yeah, you know I'm on that- fuck that!\n  Been ready to fuck the game, and use these rappers as my cum rag\n  'Cause listenin' to y'all is like pressin' on a thumbtack\n  And these rappers they itchin' for the- huh!\n  Snitchin' for the- huh!\n  You know that it's a snake if you just listen for the-\n  And I'ma be givin' them halos\n  When I be trigger-fingerin' these flows\n  Leavin' them quakin', and all on their toes\n  This is my destiny and what I chose, look\n  I'm the best, so all these motherfuckers hate me\n  If I press the side of this gat, then there ain't gon' be no safety\n  Ain't no scopin', I'ma put this chrome to your windows\n  Aim, and click-click-click, like the fuckin' page won't open\n  These little rappers know there ain't no jokin'\n  No hehe, no haha, jaja, don't matter which language spoken\n  I vanquish these angry faces who try to steal my focus\n  My staff with me, I pass the C's, like I'm the real life Moses, facts!\n\n  (Ah yeah)\n  (Yeah, hold up!)\n  I done made some enemies\n  Up, like the son, you are a kid to me\n  Fake niggas wearin' disguises, like it's trick-or-treat\n  I will never freeze on the beat\n  Control-Alt-Delete\n  That's why I went to work\n  As soon as Crypt sent me the beat, like\n  I can read the signs\n  And see the future like a Zodiac\n  Leave them where they stand\n  I'm ike James Harden with a step back\n  Linin' up the competition\n  I will always catch them\n  One hand and defended like\n  I'm O'Dell Beckham\n  Different rules\n  You play with us, then, homie, you gonna lose\n  Fade to black\n  And you couldn't see us even with Google Maps\n  And I know I knew\n  You just be hatin', use it for motivation\n  Cure ya' from the sickness\n  Like a doctor, 'cause you're so impatient\n  I wanna keep it real with you\n  I am just not satisfied by a mil' or two\n  So, I only share the plate with a chosen few\n  If this a five-star meal, you a frozen food\n\n  Listen (Listen)\n  A wild beast is let loose in the forest\n  You screwin' yourself,\n  like Darth Vader masturbatin' using the Force (Haha!)\n  Now congratulate this dude, he's a boss\n  Try me, I will embarrass you, like soccer moms doin' the floss\n  Check out my switch mag\n  Get a Glock, put a Joy-Con where the clip at\n  And when you twitch\n  I'll be screamin' at the chat to clip that (Clip that!)\n  Flows tight\n  But know my screws is loose\n  I'm Samuel Jackson of this YouTube rappin'\n  Grabbin' my super suit\n  My lines got a nice ring to 'em, barbells\n  My name carry weight in the community, cartels (Let's go!)\n  I makin' a mil' off of rappin'\n  No cappin' and I am not wearin' no VVS\n  I got so many rhymes\n  My rap sheet is longer than a receipt at a CVS\n  It's finna' go down, better go now\n  'Bout to hit 'em with a four pound, better know now\n  I ain't talkin' about guns, just talkin' about bars\n  Don't really wanna be the one to slow down\n  Bodied the beat\n  Draw the chalk lines on the instrumental, zip it up\n  Now I can crush up\n  The Infinity Stones into powder, then sniff it up\n\n  (Um, hahahaha!)\n  I'm the sergeant of all my squadrons\n  This is all out war\n  I'll make you sprint, like the phone\n  I'm not the one to call out, boy\n  And my foes is more then hoes\n  Them bros is all out whores\n  Time to dead you\n  Pop with the metal, make you fall out, boy\n  Fuck all that noise\n  'Cause now I'm in this bitch, like ya' mother\n  See, Crypt is my brother\n  Talk slick, I'll make a crypt for your brother\n  My nigga, I've suffered\n  But you won't hear me bitch like the others\n  You think they your brothers\n  But you can hear them hiss with they hug ya'\n  You slick motherfuckers\n  Gon' end up in a ditch when I'm done\n  Got a problem, then bite your tongue\n  That's called a bitch where I'm from\n  A Sig is a gun\n  Want smoke, I'll put that shit in your lungs\n  Turn me to a serial killer\n  And you Cinnamon Crunch\n  My niggas is- ummm\n  Young, and goin' dumb with the drum\n  March for a band, that little drummer boy\n  Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum\n  For a lump sum\n  They shootin' like the Rucker dumb dumb\n  Now you M.I.A\n  Like \"Paper Planes\" and \"Bucky Done Gun\"\n  Duck, or down goes Donald\n  A clown like Ronald\n  If I was black, then so is the strap\n  Brraatt the Tom, like MacDonald, ha\n  They asked me why I made\n  All these bars about clappin' people\n  Grew up on battle rap\n  Plus, I showed you my mac is lethal\n  No class in people\n  But I'm gradin' like professors\n  Throw you in a lake\n  And now you really wavy, like Quadeca\n  Tried to run, but I'ma catch him\n  The scope can make it long-range\n  Rifle got the magnifyin' glasses\n  I am Dontai\n  A short temper can really make it a long day\n  And tell Crypt that I'm sorry, I took the long way\n  (Hahahaha!)\n\n  (Oh, oh, yeah)\n  They like, \"He finally entered\"\n  I guess it's time to be bitter\n  I'm on every track\n  Like a parental advisory sticker\n  In a new league\n  They tryin' to keep me from gettin' too hot\n  I got spice, so I'm gettin' my blue cheese\n  I cannot be measured, so I am unruly\n  You can't get through me\n  I'm an IUD to all of these pussies\n  You know I'm gonna win it\n  In the end, I need my rupees\n  Huh, they never understand\n  How I do it\n  Said I couldn't say a S\n  So I drew a line through it\n  Like, \"Hi, stupid!\"\n  My rhymes are too fly, they defy Newton\n  They all rushin' tryna do\n  As much work as what I put in\n  I'm Putin, I'm puttin'\n  So you know nobody else is on par\n  Stoppin' in the tracks when I drive in\n  Like I'm a cop car\n  Fuck rap shit\n  I got bars, but look like a pop star\n  Look like the Buzzfeed intern\n  Who gets employees their Pop Tarts\n  Instead I toy with the top charts\n  Now they heard of me\n  An emergin' MC, but you ain't got the M's\n  So you just an emergin' C\n  Get it?\n\n  (Yo, yeah, aye, uh)\n  Shit damn son\n  You've never seen a fuckin' rapper who be this handsome\n  I never breathe when I be rappin'\n  I got six damn lungs\n  I'm at the offices of UMG\n  With twin hand guns\n  I got a hostage I'ma shoot\n  I'll need a big ransom\n  I been recordin' like a Demogorgon\n  That'll rip your organs out and chop you into sixty portions\n  Like I'm Lizzie Borden, just a bit of boredom\n  Got me breakin' brick and boards and\n  I'ma smash your pumpkin like I'm Billy Corgan\n  And in a tournament, I'm insubordinate\n  I'll throw you in the city morgue,\n  and you'll just shiver morbidly with chilly organs\n  When performin', I mix endorphins with liquid morphine\n  The shit be coursin' through my veins, I went to war with 50 horseman\n  Drop to your knees and kiss my foreskin\n  Your jam ain't impress us,\n  jump off the cage and kick you in the face like Anthony Pettis\n  I roll heads back, you flow's just wack\n  I'll never die, I'm makin' videos forever, call me NoDeathShaq\n  I commit homicide like this\n  I get three copyright strikes quick\n  So tell Susan Wochsoioskski- whatever the fuck that bitch's name is\n  She can demonetize my dick\n  A lethal with the straight facts\n  Y'all are just a needle in a haystack\n  Your rap looks old\n  You probally ran that shit through FaceApp\n  Prolly- thinkin' shit is sweet\n  And I'ma beat you up on camera, like fuckin' ASAP Rocky, copy?\n\n  I copy, Mac\n  Get bodied like Tommy Mac\n  With tsunami raps, my flow is so immaculate\n  They think it's a magic act\n  I'm makin' these rappers mad\n  I'll make a diss appear, then they disappear\n  With Nato on the beat and everybody here\n  Cypher of the year!\n  Let's view inside my mind\n  And see what things we find and discover\n  No rapper better than I, so\n  Take ya' pick, I'll leave 'em shuddered\n  No exposure needed for my focus\n  To show my light\n  I'll ram my way in the game with my shows\n  I'm hungry, so my gig a bite\n  I'll snap in a flash\n  Red is the only color I see, whenever I'm lookin' at you\n  Stompin' they ass\n  Kickin' them motherfuckers when they are down, like Ndamukong Suh\n  Rappers don't get mad at me, that's something you'll regret\n  I'll have you nervously persperatin' over this beef, like meat sweats\n  Rap is a house, and bitch, I'm high up in it\n  Call me a rap-addict, bitch, the sky is not the limit\n  Roll up on me and get smoked, yo', fuck your drama\n  I'm crackin' skulls in this joint, I call that blunt force trauma\n  And much more commas won't make me rap with you, I'm immortal\n  Make you and your hoe go ghost,\n  'cause I know you just a pair of normals\n  I'm sick when spittin' that's the difference between you and me\n  I'm me, but you wanna copy, right? Like UMG\n  Wait, you thought that was it?\n  Crypt is in this bitch, and bitch, you know I gotta spit it quick\n  So, everybody come and listen up I gotta tell you\n  What the fuck we gonna do to go and fuckin' rip it up\n  Yo', switch it up, everybody fearin' when we hit it up\n  Ryan Oakes knows his flow was different (?)\n  'Cause Mac is Lethal\n  Packin' gats in his rap, shootin' back at people\n  Actin' wack, in fact, Nems raps are regal\n  Lex Bratcher is it reppin' for the chicks\n  And Dontai can spit\n  And, Six, way to represent\n  Luke spit so quick, I can't even comprehend\n  Devvon Terrell with the voice of an angel\n  Scru done proved his spot at the table\n  And DK reppin' UK\n  He won the competition, and now he's here to stay\n  Moxas put them in a coffin, and Quad spazzed there's no question\n  My shirt size is XXL, but fuck bein' a freshman\n\n  Who made this beat? 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Quadeca, Mac Lethal, ImDontai, Devvon Terrell, Ryan Oakes, Moxas, ScruFaceJean, VI Seconds, Gawne","duration":739.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Crypt just called, he said he's lookin' to scrap\nHe wanted GAWNE up on the track' because I murder the raps\nWell yo' Crypt' homie, just know that I got your back\nEven if I gotta be a lyrical bully to Dax\nJust give me the orders, run up and kick your door in' hit 'em with fifty mortars\nRigor mortis, kill 'em and leave their corpses on other people's doorsteps\nEnter the morgue with venom, and then I get morbid' evil and horrid, imminent torture\nReapin' the organs outta the orphans, bodily portions, gotta be foreskins\nAnd now they like, \"Woah!\nHow the fuck he spit and just murder so many flows?\"\nI don't know, I was bred for this shit since '96\nMakin' hits since an embryo, I been the G.O.A.T.\nI could do flibbity hibbity, enterin' in the vicinity, cookin' up hits like I'm Breaking Bad\nWalter White Jessie when makin' amphetamines, shit's gettin' messy, I'm finna be killin' the enemy\nNever see any serenity when I be mentally heavily off of the Hennessy\nSippin' the liquor, I lick it up, lickety-split, and my liver, then kick in\nWit' a little bit of venom and I'm never gonna let up, got to get up from the bottom, put the motherfuckin' pedal to the metal\nWhen in my head, I'm goin' mental, in retrospect, I probably should check my stress\nBut I'm never gonna second-guess this shit, it's over, I won\nThis beat is O. J.'s wife by the time that I'm done\n\nMoxas!\nYeah, check!\nOkay, the SoundCloud superhero back again\nI train hard, so when I'm on the track, I'm overlappin' them\nI'm lightin' up a sack, the holy pack my only sacrament\nNo California, though, I took the O, it's on my back again, ugh!\nThey pro'bly don't get it, I'ma hit them wit' a chrome in it\nSemi-automatic flow, I gotta get it, though, I'm kickin' in the door wit' it\nLike, \"Oh shit, it's the dope kid wit' the flow sick, oh no, sis!\"\nAnd to be frank, no Ocean, got the weed dank and a potion\nWhen I'm fleet flank, feelin' focused on my fee fie fum foe shit\nAnd I speak fire if I wrote shit, so the fees high, you ain't know shit\nCan't afford it, and I'm not nice, I'ma \"Mmm-mmm\" like I got lice\nIf you cop verse, I will not write, and I got slime, like a stop sign, uh!\nI'm goin' up, that's the reason that they've been sad lately\nYou a loud annoyin' little kid, you a Bhad Bhabie\nGot up on this beat to have some fun, you know I'm showin' out\nIf a pussy come at me, Alinity- I'll throw 'em out!\nUgh!\n\nI think this girl better back off, she lookin' at me with some bright hopes\nTell her that she can be tied down if she wanna walk on a tightrope\nHittin' that shit from the back, dawg, she probably gonna need Geico\nShe knows that my pockets are so fat, they probably gonna need lipo\nBitch, I made a quarter mill' and y'all ignored until\nI started murderin' these beats, I need some more to kill\nNow my pockets lookin' green, they gettin' chlorophylled\nIt's written in my destiny, I'm born to kill\nSo much caffeine in my system, that it's hard for me to concentrate\nShittin' on my competition, rappers lookin' constipated\nI never been a dick, don't need to over compensate\nThat's why all these women hit me, tryna overpopulate\nWhile labels scared to hit me 'cause I got way too much leverage\nIf I signed to them, then I'm the one that's bringin' benefits\nThe amount they'd have to give's a mountain, like it's Everest\nOnce that contract's in possession, y'all gon' need an exorcist, I'm ghost\n\nYeah, Gawd, Gawd, Gawd\nOh Lord, the most slept on on the site, nigga\nIn a different pedigree, dawg, I show my bite bigger\nWorried 'bout a dislike bar, I dislike your life\nOn a knee, lettin' it ring, like I'm lookin' for a wife, nigga\nBrought a coffin, heard you jackin' a box\nTry to wind me, somethin' poppin' like a jack in the box\nThe arms strong, toss a Molotov from a mile away\nI son y'all, but I didn't get a fuckin' gift on Father's Day?\nOh, y'all want action 'till I'm up and blastin', fuckin' tragic\nSuckas plastic, get your surface bursted for your bubble rappin'\nRounds of applause with the rounds of the ones I'm clappin'\nChannels for reactions now reactin' to your fuckin' passin'\nThanos snappin', snatchin' the clout that you niggas gained\nBut a lot of y'all gon' vanish if the algorithm change\nWho want smoke? I'ma alter your appearance\nNone you mothafuckas nice, tell KSI that I'm actually Beerus, God\n\nTo all the people that say I'm the bomb, I'm gonna blow up, that's what I'm made for (Yeah)\nLookin' for flow, or lookin' for bars, 'cause, I'ma give you what you came for\nI get the blame for murder, you are just fake with burners, what are you fake for?\nYou fake gangs ain't plugged in, like Dax, with his chainsaw\nIt's Barology, welcome to the classroom\nShaq, you better tell Ja to stay inside that bathroom\nLike Scriptwork, we fight back (Ya!), man, you ought to know\nLike the Vatican without the Pope, I want all the smoke (*cough cough*)\n\"Hi there, I'm DK, I'm new here (Hi!)\nI'm the guy with the English accent, or the dickhead with the blue hair\" (That's me!)\nI'm a vet already, I be puttin' rappers in the cemetery\nLeave them dead and buried, like \"Woah!\"—Goin' harder than the military\nI'm back on my bullshit, with a full clip, got a space in the morgue, if you wanna talk shit\nGot orchids for your funeral with a full-zipped body bag, won't find out where the corpse is\nI'll always be myself with no apologies\nAt DKRapArtist, everybody go and follow me\n\nYo, Crypt, wanna thanks for the opportunity\nCyphers and freestyles is nothin' new to me, I do it beautifully\nA couple verses up my sleeve, I love nudity\nAnd black bitches, I'm the match when your wrist flicks it\nThrow that ass back, like a grenade and blow my dick up\nUnpredictable with verses, like Tourette's or havin' hiccups\nLook, they compare ya boy to that of a lighter\nWho's harder than a sniper, hittin' through the chest on a Bible\nDon't have any rivals, 'cause that would imply I fight for survival\nAmidst all the rappers I jack up, it's easy, now, back up\nCallin' for backup, while I got they back up against the wall\nGot my Vans up against they balls, pause, I ain't mean it like that dawg\nAnd I ain't homophobic, for a mill', I'd give some head behind a Kroger\nIf the deal was just a minute, then it's over\nYeah, I'm mad buggin', slap you up in public in your city, ho\nOnly time you slap is the publish button on videos\nNigga, we mop floors with rappers, this no hyperbole\nFlippin' them vertically, badly attackin' with words that they murmurin'\nMy pen is catchin' bodies, call it John Wick\nI feel it as I am jottin', stretchin' these words like pilates\nI kick, quick karate; ya click this, ya noddin'\nYa spit shit, the potty; a thick bitch, I'm throbbin'\nBitch, I'm finna nut, huh\nDick up in her gut, I eat that booty like it's lunch (Haha)\n\nYo, yo, yo\nYo! Yo, it's the girl about to rap!\nHuh, yeah, you know I'm on that— fuck that!\nBeen ready to fuck the game and use these rappers as my cum rag\n'Cause listenin' to y'all's like pressin' on a thumbtack\nAnd these rappers, they itchin' for the—huh! Snitchin' for the—huh!\nYou know that it's a snake if you just listen for the— (*alert SFX*)\nAnd I'ma be givin' them halos, when I be trigger-fingerin' these flows\nLeavin' them quakin', and all on their toes, this is my destiny and what I chose\nLook, I'm the best, so all these motherfuckers hate me\nIf I press the side of this gat, then there ain't gon' be no safety\nAin't no scopin', I'ma put this chrome to your windows, aim\nAnd click-click-click, like the fuckin' page won't open\nThese little rappers know there ain't no jokin'\nNo hehe, no haha, jaja, don't matter which language spoken\nI vanquish these angry faces who try to steal my focus\nMy staff with me, I pass the C's, like I'm the real-life Moses\nLex\n\nAh, yeah, yeah\nHold up!\nI done made some enemies, up like the Sun, you are a kid to me\nFake niggas wearin' disguises, like it's trick-or-treat\nI will never freeze on the beat, Control-Alt-Delete\nThat's why I went to work as soon as Crypt sent me the beat, like\nI can read the signs and see the future like a Zodiac\nLeave them where they stand, I'm like James Harden with a step back\nLinin' up the competition, I will always catch them\nOne hand and defended like I'm Odell Beckham\nDifferent rules, you play with us, then, homie, you gonna lose\nFade to black, and you couldn't see us even with Google Maps\nAnd I know, I knew you just be hatin', use it for motivation\nCure ya from the sickness like a doctor, 'cause you're so impatient\nI wanna keep it real with you\nI am just not satisfied by a mill' or two\nSo, I only share the plate with a chosen few\nIf this a five-star meal, you a frozen food\n\nListen (Listen)\nA wild beast is let loose in the forest\nYou screwin' yourself, like Darth Vader masturbatin' using the Force (Haha!)\nNow congratulate this dude, he's a boss\nTry me, I will embarrass you, like soccer moms doin' the floss\nCheck out my switch mag, get a Glock, put a Joy-Con where the clip at\nAnd when you twitch, I'll be screamin' at the chat to clip to (\"Clip that!\")\nFlows tight, but know my screws is loose\nI'm Samuel Jackson of this YouTube rappin', grabbin' my super suit\nMy lines got a nice ring to 'em, barbells\nMy name carry weight in the community, cartels (Let's go!)\nI'm makin' a mill' off of rappin', no cappin' and I am not wearin' no VVS (Yeah)\nI got so many rhymes, my rap sheet is longer than a receipt at a CVS (Ha)\nIt's finna go down, better go now, 'bout to hit 'em with a four pound, better know now (Go)\nI ain't talkin' about guns, just talkin' about bars, don't really wanna be the one to slow down (Woo!)\nBodied the beat, draw the chalk lines on the instrumental, zip it up\nNow I can crush up the Infinity Stones into powder, then sniff it up\n\n*deep inhale*\nUm, hahahaha!\nI'm the sergeant of all my squadrons, this is all out war\nI'll make you sprint, like the phone, I'm not the one to call out, boy\nAnd my foes is more then hoes, them bros is all out whores\nTime to dead you, pop with the metal, make you fall out, boy!\nFuck all that noise, 'cause now I'm in this bitch, like yo' mother\nSee, Crypt is my brother, talk slick, I'll make a crypt for your brother\nMy nigga, I've suffered, but you won't hear me bitch like the others\nYou think they your brothers, but you can hear them hiss with they hug ya\nYou slick motherfuckers gon' end up in a ditch when I'm done\nGot a problem, then bite your tongue, that's called a \"bitch\" where I'm from\nA SIG is a gun, want smoke? I'll put that shit in your lungs\nTurn me to a serial killer, and you Cinnamon Crunch\nMy niggas is, umm, young, and goin' dumb with the drum\nMarch for a band, that little drummer boy, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum!\nFor a lump sum, they shootin' like the Rucker dumb dumb\nNow you M.I.A like \"Paper Planes\" and \"Bucky Done Gun\"\nDuck, or down goes Donald, a clown like Ronald\nIf I was black, then so is the strap, brrat the Tom, like MacDonald (Ha!)\nThey asked me why I made all these bars about clappin' people\nGrew up on battle rap, plus, I showed you my MAC is lethal\nNo class in people, but I'm gradin' like professors\nThrow you in a lake, and now you really wavy, like Quadeca\nTried to run, but I'ma catch him, the scope can make it long-range\nRifle got the magnifyin' glasses, I am Dontai!\nA short temper can really make it a long day\nAnd tell Crypt that I'm sorry I took the long way\nHahahaha!\n\nOoh, ooh, yeah\nThey like, \"He finally entered, I guess it's time to be bitter\" (Haha!)\nI'm on every track like a Parental Advisory sticker (Ooh!)\nIn a new league, they tryin' to keep me from gettin' too hot, I got spice, so I'm gettin' my blue cheese (Brrr!)\nI cannot be measured, so I am unruly\nYou can't get through me, I'm an IUD to all of these pussies (Oh!)\nYou know I'm gonna win it, in the end, I need my rupees (Oh, shit!)\nHuh, they never understand how I do it\nSaid I couldn't say an \"S\", so I drew a line through it\nLike, \"Hi, stupid\"—my rhymes are too fly, they defy Newton (Woo-hoo-hoo!)\nThey all rushin', tryna do as much work as what I put in (Damn!)\nI'm Putin, I'm puttin', so you know nobody else is on par (Par)\nStoppin' in the tracks when I drive in like I'm a cop car (Yeah!)\nFuck rap shit, I got bars, but look like a pop star\nLook like the BuzzFeed intern who gets employees their Pop Tarts (Haha)\nInstead, I tour with the top charts, now they heard of me (For real)\nAn emergin' emcee, but you ain't got the M's, so you just an emergin' C (Get it?)\n\nYo\nYeah, ayy, uh\nShit, damn, son, you've never seen a fuckin' rapper who be this handsome\nI never breathe when I be rappin', I got six damn lungs\nI'm at the offices of UMG with twin handguns\nI got a hostage, I'ma shoot, I'll need a big ransom\nI been recordin' like a Demogorgon\nThat'll rip your organs out, and chop you into sixty portions\nLike I'm Lizzie Borden, just a bit of boredom\nGot me breakin' brick and boards, and I'ma smash your pumpkin like I'm Billy Corgan\nIn a tournament, I'm insubordinate\nI'll throw you in the city morgue, and you'll just shiver morbidly with chilly organs\nWhen performin', I mix endorphins with liquid morphine\nThe shit be coursin' through my veins, I went to war with fifty horsemen\nDrop to your knees and kiss my foreskin\nYour jam ain't impress us, jump off the cage and kick you in the face like Anthony Pettis\nI roll heads back, your flow's just wack\nI'll never die, I'm makin' videos forever, call me NoDeathShaq\nI commit homicide like this\nI get three copyright strikes quick\nSo tell Susan Wochsoioskski, whatever the fuck that bitch's name is\nShe can demonetize my dick\nA lethal with the straight facts, y'all are just a needle in a haystack\nYour rap looks old, you probably ran that shit through FaceApp\nProbably thinkin' shit is sweet\nAnd I'ma beat you up on camera, like fuckin' A$AP Rocky, copy?\n\nI copy, Mac— get bodied like Tommy Mac with tsunami raps\nMy flow is so immaculate, they think it's a magic act\nI'm makin' these rappers mad, I'll make a diss appear, then they disappear\nWith Nato on the beat and everybody here (Cypher of the year!)\nLet's view inside my mind and see what things we find and discover\nNo rapper better than I, so take yo' pick, I'll leave 'em shuttered\nNo exposure needed for my focus to show my light\nI'll ram my way in the game with my shows, I'm hungry, so my gig a bite\nI'll snap in a flash, red is the only color I see, whenever I'm lookin' at you\nStompin' they ass, kickin' them motherfuckers when they are down, like Ndamukong Suh\nRappers don't get mad at me, that's something you'll regret\nI'll have you nervously persperatin' over this beef, like meat sweats (Haha!)\nRap is a house, and bitch, I'm high up in it\nCall me a rap addict, bitch, the sky is not the limit\nRoll up on me and get smoked, yo, fuck your drama!\nI'm crackin' skulls in this joint, I call that blunt force trauma\nAnd much more commas won't make me rap with you, I'm immortal\nMake you and your ho go ghost, 'cause I know you just a pair of normals\nI'm sick when spittin' that's the difference between you and me\nI'm me, but you wanna copy, right? Like UMG\nWait, you thought that was it? Crypt is in this bitch, and bitch, you know I gotta spit it quick\nSo, everybody, come and listen up, I gotta tell you what the fuck we gonna do to go and fuckin' rip it up\nYo, switch it up, everybody fearin' when we hit it up, Ryan Oakes knows his flow was different, 'cause Mac is Lethal\nPackin' gats in his rap, shootin' back at people, actin' wack, in fact, Nems raps are regal\nLex Bratcher is it reppin' for the chicks, and Dontai can spit\nAnd, Six, way to represent, Luke spit so quick, I can't even comprehend\nDevvon Terrell with the voice of an angel, Scru done proved his spot at the table\nAnd DK reppin' UK, he won the competition, and now he's here to stay\nMoxas put them in a coffin, and Quad spazzed, there's no question\nMy shirt size is XXL, but fuck bein' a freshman!\n\nWho made this beat? Nato!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.50] Crypt just called, he said he's lookin' to scrap\n[00:02.07] He wanted GAWNE up on the track' because I murder the raps\n[00:04.83] Well yo' Crypt' homie, just know that I got your back\n[00:07.26] Even if I gotta be a lyrical bully to Dax\n[00:09.86] Just give me the orders, run up and kick your door in' hit 'em with fifty mortars\n[00:12.91] Rigor mortis, kill 'em and leave their corpses on other people's doorsteps\n[00:15.69] Enter the morgue with venom, and then I get morbid' evil and horrid, imminent torture\n[00:18.53] Reapin' the organs outta the orphans, bodily portions, gotta be foreskins\n[00:21.62] And now they like, \"Woah!\n[00:23.27] How the fuck he spit and just murder so many flows?\"\n[00:25.42] I don't know, I was bred for this shit since '96\n[00:28.03] Makin' hits since an embryo, I been the G.O.A.T.\n[00:31.04] I could do flibbity hibbity, enterin' in the vicinity, cookin' up hits like I'm Breaking Bad\n[00:34.04] Walter White Jessie when makin' amphetamines, shit's gettin' messy, I'm finna be killin' the enemy\n[00:36.79] Never see any serenity when I be mentally heavily off of the Hennessy\n[00:39.50] Sippin' the liquor, I lick it up, lickety-split, and my liver, then kick in\n[00:42.39] Wit' a little bit of venom and I'm never gonna let up, got to get up from the bottom, put the motherfuckin' pedal to the metal\n[00:45.06] When in my head, I'm goin' mental, in retrospect, I probably should check my stress\n[00:47.56] But I'm never gonna second-guess this shit, it's over, I won\n[00:49.63] This beat is O. J.'s wife by the time that I'm done\n[00:53.04] Moxas!\n[00:57.04] Yeah, check!\n[00:58.42] Okay, the SoundCloud superhero back again\n[01:00.87] I train hard, so when I'm on the track, I'm overlappin' them\n[01:03.48] I'm lightin' up a sack, the holy pack my only sacrament\n[01:05.90] No California, though, I took the O, it's on my back again, ugh!\n[01:08.84] They pro'bly don't get it, I'ma hit them wit' a chrome in it\n[01:11.41] Semi-automatic flow, I gotta get it, though, I'm kickin' in the door wit' it\n[01:14.07] Like, \"Oh shit, it's the dope kid wit' the flow sick, oh no, sis!\"\n[01:16.46] And to be frank, no Ocean, got the weed dank and a potion\n[01:19.07] When I'm fleet flank, feelin' focused on my fee fie fum foe shit\n[01:21.97] And I speak fire if I wrote shit, so the fees high, you ain't know shit\n[01:24.73] Can't afford it, and I'm not nice, I'ma \"Mmm-mmm\" like I got lice\n[01:27.20] If you cop verse, I will not write, and I got slime, like a stop sign, uh!\n[01:30.23] I'm goin' up, that's the reason that they've been sad lately\n[01:33.00] You a loud annoyin' little kid, you a Bhad Bhabie\n[01:35.82] Got up on this beat to have some fun, you know I'm showin' out\n[01:38.23] If a pussy come at me, Alinity- I'll throw 'em out!\n[01:41.84] Ugh!\n[01:45.94] I think this girl better back off, she lookin' at me with some bright hopes\n[01:48.51] Tell her that she can be tied down if she wanna walk on a tightrope\n[01:51.46] Hittin' that shit from the back, dawg, she probably gonna need Geico\n[01:54.18] She knows that my pockets are so fat, they probably gonna need lipo\n[01:56.86] Bitch, I made a quarter mill' and y'all ignored until\n[01:58.89] I started murderin' these beats, I need some more to kill\n[02:01.57] Now my pockets lookin' green, they gettin' chlorophylled\n[02:04.45] It's written in my destiny, I'm born to kill\n[02:07.28] So much caffeine in my system, that it's hard for me to concentrate\n[02:10.14] Shittin' on my competition, rappers lookin' constipated\n[02:13.22] I never been a dick, don't need to over compensate\n[02:15.82] That's why all these women hit me, tryna overpopulate\n[02:18.19] While labels scared to hit me 'cause I got way too much leverage\n[02:20.77] If I signed to them, then I'm the one that's bringin' benefits\n[02:23.44] The amount they'd have to give's a mountain, like it's Everest\n[02:26.26] Once that contract's in possession, y'all gon' need an exorcist, I'm ghost\n[02:29.95] Yeah, Gawd, Gawd, Gawd\n[02:34.24] Oh Lord, the most slept on on the site, nigga\n[02:36.90] In a different pedigree, dawg, I show my bite bigger\n[02:39.56] Worried 'bout a dislike bar, I dislike your life\n[02:41.91] On a knee, lettin' it ring, like I'm lookin' for a wife, nigga\n[02:44.97] Brought a coffin, heard you jackin' a box\n[02:47.33] Try to wind me, somethin' poppin' like a jack in the box\n[02:50.08] The arms strong, toss a Molotov from a mile away\n[02:52.31] I son y'all, but I didn't get a fuckin' gift on Father's Day?\n[02:55.64] Oh, y'all want action 'till I'm up and blastin', fuckin' tragic\n[02:58.02] Suckas plastic, get your surface bursted for your bubble rappin'\n[03:01.01] Rounds of applause with the rounds of the ones I'm clappin'\n[03:03.46] Channels for reactions now reactin' to your fuckin' passin'\n[03:06.26] Thanos snappin', snatchin' the clout that you niggas gained\n[03:08.75] But a lot of y'all gon' vanish if the algorithm change\n[03:11.61] Who want smoke? I'ma alter your appearance\n[03:13.67] None you mothafuckas nice, tell KSI that I'm actually Beerus, God\n[03:21.92] To all the people that say I'm the bomb, I'm gonna blow up, that's what I'm made for (Yeah)\n[03:24.29] Lookin' for flow, or lookin' for bars, 'cause, I'ma give you what you came for\n[03:27.33] I get the blame for murder, you are just fake with burners, what are you fake for?\n[03:30.12] You fake gangs ain't plugged in, like Dax, with his chainsaw\n[03:32.97] It's Barology, welcome to the classroom\n[03:35.79] Shaq, you better tell Ja to stay inside that bathroom\n[03:38.00] Like Scriptwork, we fight back (Ya!), man, you ought to know\n[03:41.11] Like the Vatican without the Pope, I want all the smoke (*cough cough*)\n[03:44.42] \"Hi there, I'm DK, I'm new here (Hi!)\n[03:46.02] I'm the guy with the English accent, or the dickhead with the blue hair\" (That's me!)\n[03:49.20] I'm a vet already, I be puttin' rappers in the cemetery\n[03:51.29] Leave them dead and buried, like \"Woah!\"—Goin' harder than the military\n[03:54.06] I'm back on my bullshit, with a full clip, got a space in the morgue, if you wanna talk shit\n[03:57.06] Got orchids for your funeral with a full-zipped body bag, won't find out where the corpse is\n[03:59.64] I'll always be myself with no apologies\n[04:02.01] At DKRapArtist, everybody go and follow me\n[04:10.17] Yo, Crypt, wanna thanks for the opportunity\n[04:12.61] Cyphers and freestyles is nothin' new to me, I do it beautifully\n[04:15.62] A couple verses up my sleeve, I love nudity\n[04:18.14] And black bitches, I'm the match when your wrist flicks it\n[04:20.54] Throw that ass back, like a grenade and blow my dick up\n[04:23.31] Unpredictable with verses, like Tourette's or havin' hiccups\n[04:26.25] Look, they compare ya boy to that of a lighter\n[04:28.68] Who's harder than a sniper, hittin' through the chest on a Bible\n[04:30.93] Don't have any rivals, 'cause that would imply I fight for survival\n[04:33.86] Amidst all the rappers I jack up, it's easy, now, back up\n[04:36.75] Callin' for backup, while I got they back up against the wall\n[04:39.50] Got my Vans up against they balls, pause, I ain't mean it like that dawg\n[04:42.42] And I ain't homophobic, for a mill', I'd give some head behind a Kroger\n[04:45.66] If the deal was just a minute, then it's over\n[04:47.67] Yeah, I'm mad buggin', slap you up in public in your city, ho\n[04:50.35] Only time you slap is the publish button on videos\n[04:53.07] Nigga, we mop floors with rappers, this no hyperbole\n[04:55.20] Flippin' them vertically, badly attackin' with words that they murmurin'\n[04:58.98] My pen is catchin' bodies, call it John Wick\n[05:00.93] I feel it as I am jottin', stretchin' these words like pilates\n[05:03.21] I kick, quick karate; ya click this, ya noddin'\n[05:06.38] Ya spit shit, the potty; a thick bitch, I'm throbbin'\n[05:08.66] Bitch, I'm finna nut, huh\n[05:10.52] Dick up in her gut, I eat that booty like it's lunch (Haha)\n[05:13.30] Yo, yo, yo\n[05:14.95] Yo! Yo, it's the girl about to rap!\n[05:16.91] Huh, yeah, you know I'm on that— fuck that!\n[05:19.27] Been ready to fuck the game and use these rappers as my cum rag\n[05:21.91] 'Cause listenin' to y'all's like pressin' on a thumbtack\n[05:23.97] And these rappers, they itchin' for the—huh! Snitchin' for the—huh!\n[05:27.68] You know that it's a snake if you just listen for the— (*alert SFX*)\n[05:30.59] And I'ma be givin' them halos, when I be trigger-fingerin' these flows\n[05:32.47] Leavin' them quakin', and all on their toes, this is my destiny and what I chose\n[05:35.40] Look, I'm the best, so all these motherfuckers hate me\n[05:38.33] If I press the side of this gat, then there ain't gon' be no safety\n[05:40.61] Ain't no scopin', I'ma put this chrome to your windows, aim\n[05:43.61] And click-click-click, like the fuckin' page won't open\n[05:46.18] These little rappers know there ain't no jokin'\n[05:47.70] No hehe, no haha, jaja, don't matter which language spoken\n[05:51.15] I vanquish these angry faces who try to steal my focus\n[05:53.75] My staff with me, I pass the C's, like I'm the real-life Moses\n[05:56.65] Lex\n[05:57.15] Ah, yeah, yeah\n[06:00.78] Hold up!\n[06:02.02] I done made some enemies, up like the Sun, you are a kid to me\n[06:04.52] Fake niggas wearin' disguises, like it's trick-or-treat\n[06:07.73] I will never freeze on the beat, Control-Alt-Delete\n[06:10.28] That's why I went to work as soon as Crypt sent me the beat, like\n[06:13.03] I can read the signs and see the future like a Zodiac\n[06:15.30] Leave them where they stand, I'm like James Harden with a step back\n[06:18.22] Linin' up the competition, I will always catch them\n[06:20.73] One hand and defended like I'm Odell Beckham\n[06:23.68] Different rules, you play with us, then, homie, you gonna lose\n[06:25.87] Fade to black, and you couldn't see us even with Google Maps\n[06:28.95] And I know, I knew you just be hatin', use it for motivation\n[06:31.29] Cure ya from the sickness like a doctor, 'cause you're so impatient\n[06:34.93] I wanna keep it real with you\n[06:36.77] I am just not satisfied by a mill' or two\n[06:39.06] So, I only share the plate with a chosen few\n[06:41.95] If this a five-star meal, you a frozen food\n[06:47.73] Listen (Listen)\n[06:49.65] A wild beast is let loose in the forest\n[06:51.84] You screwin' yourself, like Darth Vader masturbatin' using the Force (Haha!)\n[06:55.00] Now congratulate this dude, he's a boss\n[06:57.46] Try me, I will embarrass you, like soccer moms doin' the floss\n[07:00.57] Check out my switch mag, get a Glock, put a Joy-Con where the clip at\n[07:03.31] And when you twitch, I'll be screamin' at the chat to clip to (\"Clip that!\")\n[07:06.28] Flows tight, but know my screws is loose\n[07:08.45] I'm Samuel Jackson of this YouTube rappin', grabbin' my super suit\n[07:11.61] My lines got a nice ring to 'em, barbells\n[07:14.23] My name carry weight in the community, cartels (Let's go!)\n[07:16.71] I'm makin' a mill' off of rappin', no cappin' and I am not wearin' no VVS (Yeah)\n[07:19.27] I got so many rhymes, my rap sheet is longer than a receipt at a CVS (Ha)\n[07:22.49] It's finna go down, better go now, 'bout to hit 'em with a four pound, better know now (Go)\n[07:24.69] I ain't talkin' about guns, just talkin' about bars, don't really wanna be the one to slow down (Woo!)\n[07:27.49] Bodied the beat, draw the chalk lines on the instrumental, zip it up\n[07:30.52] Now I can crush up the Infinity Stones into powder, then sniff it up\n[07:33.13] *Deep inhale*\n[07:33.88] Um, hahahaha!\n[07:37.75] I'm the sergeant of all my squadrons, this is all out war\n[07:40.64] I'll make you sprint, like the phone, I'm not the one to call out, boy\n[07:43.20] And my foes is more then hoes, them bros is all out whores\n[07:45.79] Time to dead you, pop with the metal, make you fall out, boy!\n[07:48.62] Fuck all that noise, 'cause now I'm in this bitch, like yo' mother\n[07:51.18] See, Crypt is my brother, talk slick, I'll make a crypt for your brother\n[07:53.85] My nigga, I've suffered, but you won't hear me bitch like the others\n[07:56.62] You think they your brothers, but you can hear them hiss with they hug ya\n[07:59.11] You slick motherfuckers gon' end up in a ditch when I'm done\n[08:02.02] Got a problem, then bite your tongue, that's called a \"bitch\" where I'm from\n[08:04.59] A SIG is a gun, want smoke? I'll put that shit in your lungs\n[08:07.17] Turn me to a serial killer, and you Cinnamon Crunch\n[08:09.95] My niggas is, umm, young, and goin' dumb with the drum\n[08:12.74] March for a band, that little drummer boy, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum!\n[08:15.21] For a lump sum, they shootin' like the Rucker dumb dumb\n[08:18.35] Now you M.I.A like \"Paper Planes\" and \"Bucky Done Gun\"\n[08:20.90] Duck, or down goes Donald, a clown like Ronald\n[08:23.08] If I was black, then so is the strap, brrat the Tom, like MacDonald (Ha!)\n[08:25.86] They asked me why I made all these bars about clappin' people\n[08:28.98] Grew up on battle rap, plus, I showed you my MAC is lethal\n[08:31.84] No class in people, but I'm gradin' like professors\n[08:34.28] Throw you in a lake, and now you really wavy, like Quadeca\n[08:36.62] Tried to run, but I'ma catch him, the scope can make it long-range\n[08:39.65] Rifle got the magnifyin' glasses, I am Dontai!\n[08:42.46] A short temper can really make it a long day\n[08:44.91] And tell Crypt that I'm sorry I took the long way\n[08:48.35] Hahahaha!\n[08:50.56] Ooh, ooh, yeah\n[08:52.53] They like, \"He finally entered, I guess it's time to be bitter\" (Haha!)\n[08:55.18] I'm on every track like a Parental Advisory sticker (Ooh!)\n[08:57.94] In a new league, they tryin' to keep me from gettin' too hot, I got spice, so I'm gettin' my blue cheese (Brrr!)\n[09:01.49] I cannot be measured, so I am unruly\n[09:03.22] You can't get through me, I'm an IUD to all of these pussies (Oh!)\n[09:06.05] You know I'm gonna win it, in the end, I need my rupees (Oh, shit!)\n[09:08.98] Huh, they never understand how I do it\n[09:11.35] Said I couldn't say an \"S\", so I drew a line through it\n[09:13.83] Like, \"Hi, stupid\"—my rhymes are too fly, they defy Newton (Woo-hoo-hoo!)\n[09:16.83] They all rushin', tryna do as much work as what I put in (Damn!)\n[09:19.38] I'm Putin, I'm puttin', so you know nobody else is on par (Par)\n[09:21.95] Stoppin' in the tracks when I drive in like I'm a cop car (Yeah!)\n[09:25.05] Fuck rap shit, I got bars, but look like a pop star\n[09:27.27] Look like the BuzzFeed intern who gets employees their Pop Tarts (Haha)\n[09:30.13] Instead, I tour with the top charts, now they heard of me (For real)\n[09:32.61] An emergin' emcee, but you ain't got the M's, so you just an emergin' C (Get it?)\n[09:37.71] Yo\n[09:39.44] Yeah, ayy, uh\n[09:40.96] Shit, damn, son, you've never seen a fuckin' rapper who be this handsome\n[09:44.42] I never breathe when I be rappin', I got six damn lungs\n[09:46.92] I'm at the offices of UMG with twin handguns\n[09:49.63] I got a hostage, I'ma shoot, I'll need a big ransom\n[09:52.21] I been recordin' like a Demogorgon\n[09:54.47] That'll rip your organs out, and chop you into sixty portions\n[09:56.62] Like I'm Lizzie Borden, just a bit of boredom\n[09:58.63] Got me breakin' brick and boards, and I'ma smash your pumpkin like I'm Billy Corgan\n[10:02.13] In a tournament, I'm insubordinate\n[10:04.08] I'll throw you in the city morgue, and you'll just shiver morbidly with chilly organs\n[10:07.65] When performin', I mix endorphins with liquid morphine\n[10:10.29] The shit be coursin' through my veins, I went to war with fifty horsemen\n[10:12.74] Drop to your knees and kiss my foreskin\n[10:14.89] Your jam ain't impress us, jump off the cage and kick you in the face like Anthony Pettis\n[10:18.57] I roll heads back, your flow's just wack\n[10:20.78] I'll never die, I'm makin' videos forever, call me NoDeathShaq\n[10:23.88] I commit homicide like this\n[10:25.70] I get three copyright strikes quick\n[10:28.04] So tell Susan Wochsoioskski, whatever the fuck that bitch's name is\n[10:31.67] She can demonetize my dick\n[10:34.26] A lethal with the straight facts, y'all are just a needle in a haystack\n[10:37.46] Your rap looks old, you probably ran that shit through FaceApp\n[10:40.21] Probably thinkin' shit is sweet\n[10:41.54] And I'ma beat you up on camera, like fuckin' A$AP Rocky, copy?\n[10:44.92] I copy, Mac— get bodied like Tommy Mac with tsunami raps\n[10:47.77] My flow is so immaculate, they think it's a magic act\n[10:50.21] I'm makin' these rappers mad, I'll make a diss appear, then they disappear\n[10:53.16] With Nato on the beat and everybody here (Cypher of the year!)\n[10:55.18] Let's view inside my mind and see what things we find and discover\n[10:57.93] No rapper better than I, so take yo' pick, I'll leave 'em shuttered\n[11:00.79] No exposure needed for my focus to show my light\n[11:03.35] I'll ram my way in the game with my shows, I'm hungry, so my gig a bite\n[11:06.26] I'll snap in a flash, red is the only color I see, whenever I'm lookin' at you\n[11:08.71] Stompin' they ass, kickin' them motherfuckers when they are down, like Ndamukong Suh\n[11:11.68] Rappers don't get mad at me, that's something you'll regret\n[11:14.17] I'll have you nervously persperatin' over this beef, like meat sweats (Haha!)\n[11:16.99] Rap is a house, and bitch, I'm high up in it\n[11:19.21] Call me a rap addict, bitch, the sky is not the limit\n[11:22.00] Roll up on me and get smoked, yo, fuck your drama!\n[11:24.52] I'm crackin' skulls in this joint, I call that blunt force trauma\n[11:27.19] And much more commas won't make me rap with you, I'm immortal\n[11:29.96] Make you and your ho go ghost, 'cause I know you just a pair of normals\n[11:32.52] I'm sick when spittin' that's the difference between you and me\n[11:34.93] I'm me, but you wanna copy, right? Like UMG\n[11:37.85] Wait, you thought that was it? Crypt is in this bitch, and bitch, you know I gotta spit it quick\n[11:40.60] So, everybody, come and listen up, I gotta tell you what the fuck we gonna do to go and fuckin' rip it up\n[11:43.21] Yo, switch it up, everybody fearin' when we hit it up, Ryan Oakes knows his flow was different, 'cause Mac is Lethal\n[11:46.44] Packin' gats in his rap, shootin' back at people, actin' wack, in fact, Nems raps are regal\n[11:49.60] Lex Bratcher is it reppin' for the chicks, and Dontai can spit\n[11:51.54] And, Six, way to represent, Luke spit so quick, I can't even comprehend\n[11:54.12] Devvon Terrell with the voice of an angel, Scru done proved his spot at the table\n[11:56.87] And DK reppin' UK, he won the competition, and now he's here to stay\n[11:59.71] Moxas put them in a coffin, and Quad spazzed, there's no question\n[12:02.23] My shirt size is XXL, but fuck bein' a freshman!\n[12:07.82] Who made this beat? Nato!\n[12:10.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lex\n  artist: Crypt/Quadeca/Mac Lethal/ImDontai/Devvon Terrell/Ryan Oakes/Moxas/ScruFaceJean/VI Seconds/GAWNE/NemRaps/Lex Bratcher/Dkrapartist/YouTube Cypher, Vol. 2 (feat. Quadeca, Mac Lethal, ImDontai, Devvon Terrell, Ryan Oakes, Moxas, ScruFaceJean, VI Seconds, Gawne\n  album: YouTube Cypher, Vol. 2 (feat. Quadeca, Mac Lethal, ImDontai, Devvon Terrell, Ryan Oakes, Moxas, ScruFaceJean, VI Seconds, Gawne\n  duration_ms: 739000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Crypt just called, he said he's lookin' to scrap\n  start_ms: 1500\n  end_ms: 2070\n- text: He wanted GAWNE up on the track' because I murder the raps\n  start_ms: 2070\n  end_ms: 4830\n- text: Well yo' Crypt' homie, just know that I got your back\n  start_ms: 4830\n  end_ms: 7260\n- text: Even if I gotta be a lyrical bully to Dax\n  start_ms: 7260\n  end_ms: 9860\n- text: Just give me the orders, run up and kick your door in' hit 'em with fifty mortars\n  start_ms: 9860\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Rigor mortis, kill 'em and leave their corpses on other people's doorsteps\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 15690\n- text: Enter the morgue with venom, and then I get morbid' evil and horrid, imminent torture\n  start_ms: 15690\n  end_ms: 18530\n- text: Reapin' the organs outta the orphans, bodily portions, gotta be foreskins\n  start_ms: 18530\n  end_ms: 21620\n- text: And now they like, \"Woah!\n  start_ms: 21620\n  end_ms: 23270\n- text: How the fuck he spit and just murder so many flows?\"\n  start_ms: 23270\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: I don't know, I was bred for this shit since '96\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 28030\n- text: Makin' hits since an embryo, I been the G.O.A.T.\n  start_ms: 28030\n  end_ms: 31040\n- text: I could do flibbity hibbity, enterin' in the vicinity, cookin' up hits like I'm Breaking Bad\n  start_ms: 31040\n  end_ms: 34040\n- text: Walter White Jessie when makin' amphetamines, shit's gettin' messy, I'm finna be killin' the enemy\n  start_ms: 34040\n  end_ms: 36790\n- text: Never see any serenity when I be mentally heavily off of the Hennessy\n  start_ms: 36790\n  end_ms: 39500\n- text: Sippin' the liquor, I lick it up, lickety-split, and my liver, then kick in\n  start_ms: 39500\n  end_ms: 42390\n- text: Wit' a little bit of venom and I'm never gonna let up, got to get up from the bottom, put the motherfuckin' pedal to the metal\n  start_ms: 42390\n  end_ms: 45060\n- text: When in my head, I'm goin' mental, in retrospect, I probably should check my stress\n  start_ms: 45060\n  end_ms: 47560\n- text: But I'm never gonna second-guess this shit, it's over, I won\n  start_ms: 47560\n  end_ms: 49630\n- text: This beat is O. J.'s wife by the time that I'm done\n  start_ms: 49630\n  end_ms: 53040\n- text: Moxas!\n  start_ms: 53040\n  end_ms: 57040\n- text: Yeah, check!\n  start_ms: 57040\n  end_ms: 58420\n- text: Okay, the SoundCloud superhero back again\n  start_ms: 58420\n  end_ms: 60870\n- text: I train hard, so when I'm on the track, I'm overlappin' them\n  start_ms: 60870\n  end_ms: 63480\n- text: I'm lightin' up a sack, the holy pack my only sacrament\n  start_ms: 63480\n  end_ms: 65900\n- text: No California, though, I took the O, it's on my back again, ugh!\n  start_ms: 65900\n  end_ms: 68840\n- text: They pro'bly don't get it, I'ma hit them wit' a chrome in it\n  start_ms: 68840\n  end_ms: 71410\n- text: Semi-automatic flow, I gotta get it, though, I'm kickin' in the door wit' it\n  start_ms: 71410\n  end_ms: 74070\n- text: Like, \"Oh shit, it's the dope kid wit' the flow sick, oh no, sis!\"\n  start_ms: 74070\n  end_ms: 76460\n- text: And to be frank, no Ocean, got the weed dank and a potion\n  start_ms: 76460\n  end_ms: 79070\n- text: When I'm fleet flank, feelin' focused on my fee fie fum foe shit\n  start_ms: 79070\n  end_ms: 81970\n- text: And I speak fire if I wrote shit, so the fees high, you ain't know shit\n  start_ms: 81970\n  end_ms: 84730\n- text: Can't afford it, and I'm not nice, I'ma \"Mmm-mmm\" like I got lice\n  start_ms: 84730\n  end_ms: 87200\n- text: If you cop verse, I will not write, and I got slime, like a stop sign, uh!\n  start_ms: 87200\n  end_ms: 90230\n- text: I'm goin' up, that's the reason that they've been sad lately\n  start_ms: 90230\n  end_ms: 93000\n- text: You a loud annoyin' little kid, you a Bhad Bhabie\n  start_ms: 93000\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: Got up on this beat to have some fun, you know I'm showin' out\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98230\n- text: If a pussy come at me, Alinity- I'll throw 'em out!\n  start_ms: 98230\n  end_ms: 101840\n- text: Ugh!\n  start_ms: 101840\n  end_ms: 105940\n- text: I think this girl better back off, she lookin' at me with some bright hopes\n  start_ms: 105940\n  end_ms: 108510\n- text: Tell her that she can be tied down if she wanna walk on a tightrope\n  start_ms: 108510\n  end_ms: 111460\n- text: Hittin' that shit from the back, dawg, she probably gonna need Geico\n  start_ms: 111460\n  end_ms: 114180\n- text: She knows that my pockets are so fat, they probably gonna need lipo\n  start_ms: 114180\n  end_ms: 116860\n- text: Bitch, I made a quarter mill' and y'all ignored until\n  start_ms: 116860\n  end_ms: 118890\n- text: I started murderin' these beats, I need some more to kill\n  start_ms: 118890\n  end_ms: 121570\n- text: Now my pockets lookin' green, they gettin' chlorophylled\n  start_ms: 121570\n  end_ms: 124450\n- text: It's written in my destiny, I'm born to kill\n  start_ms: 124450\n  end_ms: 127280\n- text: So much caffeine in my system, that it's hard for me to concentrate\n  start_ms: 127280\n  end_ms: 130140\n- text: Shittin' on my competition, rappers lookin' constipated\n  start_ms: 130140\n  end_ms: 133220\n- text: I never been a dick, don't need to over compensate\n  start_ms: 133220\n  end_ms: 135820\n- text: That's why all these women hit me, tryna overpopulate\n  start_ms: 135820\n  end_ms: 138190\n- text: While labels scared to hit me 'cause I got way too much leverage\n  start_ms: 138190\n  end_ms: 140770\n- text: If I signed to them, then I'm the one that's bringin' benefits\n  start_ms: 140770\n  end_ms: 143440\n- text: The amount they'd have to give's a mountain, like it's Everest\n  start_ms: 143440\n  end_ms: 146260\n- text: Once that contract's in possession, y'all gon' need an exorcist, I'm ghost\n  start_ms: 146260\n  end_ms: 149950\n- text: Yeah, Gawd, Gawd, Gawd\n  start_ms: 149950\n  end_ms: 154240\n- text: Oh Lord, the most slept on on the site, nigga\n  start_ms: 154240\n  end_ms: 156900\n- text: In a different pedigree, dawg, I show my bite bigger\n  start_ms: 156900\n  end_ms: 159560\n- text: Worried 'bout a dislike bar, I dislike your life\n  start_ms: 159560\n  end_ms: 161910\n- text: On a knee, lettin' it ring, like I'm lookin' for a wife, nigga\n  start_ms: 161910\n  end_ms: 164970\n- text: Brought a coffin, heard you jackin' a box\n  start_ms: 164970\n  end_ms: 167330\n- text: Try to wind me, somethin' poppin' like a jack in the box\n  start_ms: 167330\n  end_ms: 170080\n- text: The arms strong, toss a Molotov from a mile away\n  start_ms: 170080\n  end_ms: 172310\n- text: I son y'all, but I didn't get a fuckin' gift on Father's Day?\n  start_ms: 172310\n  end_ms: 175640\n- text: Oh, y'all want action 'till I'm up and blastin', fuckin' tragic\n  start_ms: 175640\n  end_ms: 178020\n- text: Suckas plastic, get your surface bursted for your bubble rappin'\n  start_ms: 178020\n  end_ms: 181010\n- text: Rounds of applause with the rounds of the ones I'm clappin'\n  start_ms: 181010\n  end_ms: 183460\n- text: Channels for reactions now reactin' to your fuckin' passin'\n  start_ms: 183460\n  end_ms: 186260\n- text: Thanos snappin', snatchin' the clout that you niggas gained\n  start_ms: 186260\n  end_ms: 188750\n- text: But a lot of y'all gon' vanish if the algorithm change\n  start_ms: 188750\n  end_ms: 191610\n- text: Who want smoke? I'ma alter your appearance\n  start_ms: 191610\n  end_ms: 193670\n- text: None you mothafuckas nice, tell KSI that I'm actually Beerus, God\n  start_ms: 193670\n  end_ms: 201920\n- text: To all the people that say I'm the bomb, I'm gonna blow up, that's what I'm made for (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 201920\n  end_ms: 204290\n- text: Lookin' for flow, or lookin' for bars, 'cause, I'ma give you what you came for\n  start_ms: 204290\n  end_ms: 207330\n- text: I get the blame for murder, you are just fake with burners, what are you fake for?\n  start_ms: 207330\n  end_ms: 210120\n- text: You fake gangs ain't plugged in, like Dax, with his chainsaw\n  start_ms: 210120\n  end_ms: 212970\n- text: It's Barology, welcome to the classroom\n  start_ms: 212970\n  end_ms: 215790\n- text: Shaq, you better tell Ja to stay inside that bathroom\n  start_ms: 215790\n  end_ms: 218000\n- text: Like Scriptwork, we fight back (Ya!), man, you ought to know\n  start_ms: 218000\n  end_ms: 221110\n- text: Like the Vatican without the Pope, I want all the smoke (*cough cough*)\n  start_ms: 221110\n  end_ms: 224420\n- text: '\"Hi there, I''m DK, I''m new here (Hi!)'\n  start_ms: 224420\n  end_ms: 226020\n- text: I'm the guy with the English accent, or the dickhead with the blue hair\" (That's me!)\n  start_ms: 226020\n  end_ms: 229200\n- text: I'm a vet already, I be puttin' rappers in the cemetery\n  start_ms: 229200\n  end_ms: 231290\n- text: Leave them dead and buried, like \"Woah!\"—Goin' harder than the military\n  start_ms: 231290\n  end_ms: 234060\n- text: I'm back on my bullshit, with a full clip, got a space in the morgue, if you wanna talk shit\n  start_ms: 234060\n  end_ms: 237060\n- text: Got orchids for your funeral with a full-zipped body bag, won't find out where the corpse is\n  start_ms: 237060\n  end_ms: 239640\n- text: I'll always be myself with no apologies\n  start_ms: 239640\n  end_ms: 242010\n- text: At DKRapArtist, everybody go and follow me\n  start_ms: 242010\n  end_ms: 250170\n- text: Yo, Crypt, wanna thanks for the opportunity\n  start_ms: 250170\n  end_ms: 252610\n- text: Cyphers and freestyles is nothin' new to me, I do it beautifully\n  start_ms: 252610\n  end_ms: 255620\n- text: A couple verses up my sleeve, I love nudity\n  start_ms: 255620\n  end_ms: 258140\n- text: And black bitches, I'm the match when your wrist flicks it\n  start_ms: 258140\n  end_ms: 260540\n- text: Throw that ass back, like a grenade and blow my dick up\n  start_ms: 260540\n  end_ms: 263310\n- text: Unpredictable with verses, like Tourette's or havin' hiccups\n  start_ms: 263310\n  end_ms: 266250\n- text: Look, they compare ya boy to that of a lighter\n  start_ms: 266250\n  end_ms: 268680\n- text: Who's harder than a sniper, hittin' through the chest on a Bible\n  start_ms: 268680\n  end_ms: 270930\n- text: Don't have any rivals, 'cause that would imply I fight for survival\n  start_ms: 270930\n  end_ms: 273860\n- text: Amidst all the rappers I jack up, it's easy, now, back up\n  start_ms: 273860\n  end_ms: 276750\n- text: Callin' for backup, while I got they back up against the wall\n  start_ms: 276750\n  end_ms: 279500\n- text: Got my Vans up against they balls, pause, I ain't mean it like that dawg\n  start_ms: 279500\n  end_ms: 282420\n- text: And I ain't homophobic, for a mill', I'd give some head behind a Kroger\n  start_ms: 282420\n  end_ms: 285660\n- text: If the deal was just a minute, then it's over\n  start_ms: 285660\n  end_ms: 287670\n- text: Yeah, I'm mad buggin', slap you up in public in your city, ho\n  start_ms: 287670\n  end_ms: 290350\n- text: Only time you slap is the publish button on videos\n  start_ms: 290350\n  end_ms: 293070\n- text: Nigga, we mop floors with rappers, this no hyperbole\n  start_ms: 293070\n  end_ms: 295200\n- text: Flippin' them vertically, badly attackin' with words that they murmurin'\n  start_ms: 295200\n  end_ms: 298980\n- text: My pen is catchin' bodies, call it John Wick\n  start_ms: 298980\n  end_ms: 300930\n- text: I feel it as I am jottin', stretchin' these words like pilates\n  start_ms: 300930\n  end_ms: 303210\n- text: I kick, quick karate; ya click this, ya noddin'\n  start_ms: 303210\n  end_ms: 306380\n- text: Ya spit shit, the potty; a thick bitch, I'm throbbin'\n  start_ms: 306380\n  end_ms: 308660\n- text: Bitch, I'm finna nut, huh\n  start_ms: 308660\n  end_ms: 310520\n- text: Dick up in her gut, I eat that booty like it's lunch (Haha)\n  start_ms: 310520\n  end_ms: 313300\n- text: Yo, yo, yo\n  start_ms: 313300\n  end_ms: 314950\n- text: Yo! Yo, it's the girl about to rap!\n  start_ms: 314950\n  end_ms: 316910\n- text: Huh, yeah, you know I'm on that— fuck that!\n  start_ms: 316910\n  end_ms: 319270\n- text: Been ready to fuck the game and use these rappers as my cum rag\n  start_ms: 319270\n  end_ms: 321910\n- text: '''Cause listenin'' to y''all''s like pressin'' on a thumbtack'\n  start_ms: 321910\n  end_ms: 323970\n- text: And these rappers, they itchin' for the—huh! Snitchin' for the—huh!\n  start_ms: 323970\n  end_ms: 327680\n- text: You know that it's a snake if you just listen for the— (*alert SFX*)\n  start_ms: 327680\n  end_ms: 330590\n- text: And I'ma be givin' them halos, when I be trigger-fingerin' these flows\n  start_ms: 330590\n  end_ms: 332470\n- text: Leavin' them quakin', and all on their toes, this is my destiny and what I chose\n  start_ms: 332470\n  end_ms: 335400\n- text: Look, I'm the best, so all these motherfuckers hate me\n  start_ms: 335400\n  end_ms: 338330\n- text: If I press the side of this gat, then there ain't gon' be no safety\n  start_ms: 338330\n  end_ms: 340610\n- text: Ain't no scopin', I'ma put this chrome to your windows, aim\n  start_ms: 340610\n  end_ms: 343610\n- text: And click-click-click, like the fuckin' page won't open\n  start_ms: 343610\n  end_ms: 346180\n- text: These little rappers know there ain't no jokin'\n  start_ms: 346180\n  end_ms: 347700\n- text: No hehe, no haha, jaja, don't matter which language spoken\n  start_ms: 347700\n  end_ms: 351150\n- text: I vanquish these angry faces who try to steal my focus\n  start_ms: 351150\n  end_ms: 353750\n- text: My staff with me, I pass the C's, like I'm the real-life Moses\n  start_ms: 353750\n  end_ms: 356650\n- text: Lex\n  start_ms: 356650\n  end_ms: 357150\n- text: Ah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 357150\n  end_ms: 360780\n- text: Hold up!\n  start_ms: 360780\n  end_ms: 362020\n- text: I done made some enemies, up like the Sun, you are a kid to me\n  start_ms: 362020\n  end_ms: 364520\n- text: Fake niggas wearin' disguises, like it's trick-or-treat\n  start_ms: 364520\n  end_ms: 367730\n- text: I will never freeze on the beat, Control-Alt-Delete\n  start_ms: 367730\n  end_ms: 370280\n- text: That's why I went to work as soon as Crypt sent me the beat, like\n  start_ms: 370280\n  end_ms: 373030\n- text: I can read the signs and see the future like a Zodiac\n  start_ms: 373030\n  end_ms: 375300\n- text: Leave them where they stand, I'm like James Harden with a step back\n  start_ms: 375300\n  end_ms: 378220\n- text: Linin' up the competition, I will always catch them\n  start_ms: 378220\n  end_ms: 380730\n- text: One hand and defended like I'm Odell Beckham\n  start_ms: 380730\n  end_ms: 383680\n- text: Different rules, you play with us, then, homie, you gonna lose\n  start_ms: 383680\n  end_ms: 385870\n- text: Fade to black, and you couldn't see us even with Google Maps\n  start_ms: 385870\n  end_ms: 388950\n- text: And I know, I knew you just be hatin', use it for motivation\n  start_ms: 388950\n  end_ms: 391290\n- text: Cure ya from the sickness like a doctor, 'cause you're so impatient\n  start_ms: 391290\n  end_ms: 394930\n- text: I wanna keep it real with you\n  start_ms: 394930\n  end_ms: 396770\n- text: I am just not satisfied by a mill' or two\n  start_ms: 396770\n  end_ms: 399060\n- text: So, I only share the plate with a chosen few\n  start_ms: 399060\n  end_ms: 401950\n- text: If this a five-star meal, you a frozen food\n  start_ms: 401950\n  end_ms: 407730\n- text: Listen (Listen)\n  start_ms: 407730\n  end_ms: 409650\n- text: A wild beast is let loose in the forest\n  start_ms: 409650\n  end_ms: 411840\n- text: You screwin' yourself, like Darth Vader masturbatin' using the Force (Haha!)\n  start_ms: 411840\n  end_ms: 415000\n- text: Now congratulate this dude, he's a boss\n  start_ms: 415000\n  end_ms: 417460\n- text: Try me, I will embarrass you, like soccer moms doin' the floss\n  start_ms: 417460\n  end_ms: 420570\n- text: Check out my switch mag, get a Glock, put a Joy-Con where the clip at\n  start_ms: 420570\n  end_ms: 423310\n- text: And when you twitch, I'll be screamin' at the chat to clip to (\"Clip that!\")\n  start_ms: 423310\n  end_ms: 426280\n- text: Flows tight, but know my screws is loose\n  start_ms: 426280\n  end_ms: 428450\n- text: I'm Samuel Jackson of this YouTube rappin', grabbin' my super suit\n  start_ms: 428450\n  end_ms: 431610\n- text: My lines got a nice ring to 'em, barbells\n  start_ms: 431610\n  end_ms: 434230\n- text: My name carry weight in the community, cartels (Let's go!)\n  start_ms: 434230\n  end_ms: 436710\n- text: I'm makin' a mill' off of rappin', no cappin' and I am not wearin' no VVS (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 436710\n  end_ms: 439270\n- text: I got so many rhymes, my rap sheet is longer than a receipt at a CVS (Ha)\n  start_ms: 439270\n  end_ms: 442490\n- text: It's finna go down, better go now, 'bout to hit 'em with a four pound, better know now (Go)\n  start_ms: 442490\n  end_ms: 444690\n- text: I ain't talkin' about guns, just talkin' about bars, don't really wanna be the one to slow down (Woo!)\n  start_ms: 444690\n  end_ms: 447490\n- text: Bodied the beat, draw the chalk lines on the instrumental, zip it up\n  start_ms: 447490\n  end_ms: 450520\n- text: Now I can crush up the Infinity Stones into powder, then sniff it up\n  start_ms: 450520\n  end_ms: 453130\n- text: '*Deep inhale*'\n  start_ms: 453130\n  end_ms: 453880\n- text: Um, hahahaha!\n  start_ms: 453880\n  end_ms: 457750\n- text: I'm the sergeant of all my squadrons, this is all out war\n  start_ms: 457750\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: I'll make you sprint, like the phone, I'm not the one to call out, boy\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463200\n- text: And my foes is more then hoes, them bros is all out whores\n  start_ms: 463200\n  end_ms: 465790\n- text: Time to dead you, pop with the metal, make you fall out, boy!\n  start_ms: 465790\n  end_ms: 468620\n- text: Fuck all that noise, 'cause now I'm in this bitch, like yo' mother\n  start_ms: 468620\n  end_ms: 471180\n- text: See, Crypt is my brother, talk slick, I'll make a crypt for your brother\n  start_ms: 471180\n  end_ms: 473850\n- text: My nigga, I've suffered, but you won't hear me bitch like the others\n  start_ms: 473850\n  end_ms: 476620\n- text: You think they your brothers, but you can hear them hiss with they hug ya\n  start_ms: 476620\n  end_ms: 479110\n- text: You slick motherfuckers gon' end up in a ditch when I'm done\n  start_ms: 479110\n  end_ms: 482020\n- text: Got a problem, then bite your tongue, that's called a \"bitch\" where I'm from\n  start_ms: 482020\n  end_ms: 484590\n- text: A SIG is a gun, want smoke? I'll put that shit in your lungs\n  start_ms: 484590\n  end_ms: 487170\n- text: Turn me to a serial killer, and you Cinnamon Crunch\n  start_ms: 487170\n  end_ms: 489950\n- text: My niggas is, umm, young, and goin' dumb with the drum\n  start_ms: 489950\n  end_ms: 492740\n- text: March for a band, that little drummer boy, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum!\n  start_ms: 492740\n  end_ms: 495210\n- text: For a lump sum, they shootin' like the Rucker dumb dumb\n  start_ms: 495210\n  end_ms: 498350\n- text: Now you M.I.A like \"Paper Planes\" and \"Bucky Done Gun\"\n  start_ms: 498350\n  end_ms: 500900\n- text: Duck, or down goes Donald, a clown like Ronald\n  start_ms: 500900\n  end_ms: 503080\n- text: If I was black, then so is the strap, brrat the Tom, like MacDonald (Ha!)\n  start_ms: 503080\n  end_ms: 505860\n- text: They asked me why I made all these bars about clappin' people\n  start_ms: 505860\n  end_ms: 508980\n- text: Grew up on battle rap, plus, I showed you my MAC is lethal\n  start_ms: 508980\n  end_ms: 511840\n- text: No class in people, but I'm gradin' like professors\n  start_ms: 511840\n  end_ms: 514280\n- text: Throw you in a lake, and now you really wavy, like Quadeca\n  start_ms: 514280\n  end_ms: 516620\n- text: Tried to run, but I'ma catch him, the scope can make it long-range\n  start_ms: 516620\n  end_ms: 519650\n- text: Rifle got the magnifyin' glasses, I am Dontai!\n  start_ms: 519650\n  end_ms: 522460\n- text: A short temper can really make it a long day\n  start_ms: 522460\n  end_ms: 524910\n- text: And tell Crypt that I'm sorry I took the long way\n  start_ms: 524910\n  end_ms: 528350\n- text: Hahahaha!\n  start_ms: 528350\n  end_ms: 530560\n- text: Ooh, ooh, yeah\n  start_ms: 530560\n  end_ms: 532530\n- text: They like, \"He finally entered, I guess it's time to be bitter\" (Haha!)\n  start_ms: 532530\n  end_ms: 535180\n- text: I'm on every track like a Parental Advisory sticker (Ooh!)\n  start_ms: 535180\n  end_ms: 537940\n- text: In a new league, they tryin' to keep me from gettin' too hot, I got spice, so I'm gettin' my blue cheese (Brrr!)\n  start_ms: 537940\n  end_ms: 541490\n- text: I cannot be measured, so I am unruly\n  start_ms: 541490\n  end_ms: 543220\n- text: You can't get through me, I'm an IUD to all of these pussies (Oh!)\n  start_ms: 543220\n  end_ms: 546050\n- text: You know I'm gonna win it, in the end, I need my rupees (Oh, shit!)\n  start_ms: 546050\n  end_ms: 548980\n- text: Huh, they never understand how I do it\n  start_ms: 548980\n  end_ms: 551350\n- text: Said I couldn't say an \"S\", so I drew a line through it\n  start_ms: 551350\n  end_ms: 553830\n- text: Like, \"Hi, stupid\"—my rhymes are too fly, they defy Newton (Woo-hoo-hoo!)\n  start_ms: 553830\n  end_ms: 556830\n- text: They all rushin', tryna do as much work as what I put in (Damn!)\n  start_ms: 556830\n  end_ms: 559380\n- text: I'm Putin, I'm puttin', so you know nobody else is on par (Par)\n  start_ms: 559380\n  end_ms: 561950\n- text: Stoppin' in the tracks when I drive in like I'm a cop car (Yeah!)\n  start_ms: 561950\n  end_ms: 565050\n- text: Fuck rap shit, I got bars, but look like a pop star\n  start_ms: 565050\n  end_ms: 567270\n- text: Look like the BuzzFeed intern who gets employees their Pop Tarts (Haha)\n  start_ms: 567270\n  end_ms: 570130\n- text: Instead, I tour with the top charts, now they heard of me (For real)\n  start_ms: 570130\n  end_ms: 572610\n- text: An emergin' emcee, but you ain't got the M's, so you just an emergin' C (Get it?)\n  start_ms: 572610\n  end_ms: 577710\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 577710\n  end_ms: 579440\n- text: Yeah, ayy, uh\n  start_ms: 579440\n  end_ms: 580960\n- text: Shit, damn, son, you've never seen a fuckin' rapper who be this handsome\n  start_ms: 580960\n  end_ms: 584420\n- text: I never breathe when I be rappin', I got six damn lungs\n  start_ms: 584420\n  end_ms: 586920\n- text: I'm at the offices of UMG with twin handguns\n  start_ms: 586920\n  end_ms: 589630\n- text: I got a hostage, I'ma shoot, I'll need a big ransom\n  start_ms: 589630\n  end_ms: 592210\n- text: I been recordin' like a Demogorgon\n  start_ms: 592210\n  end_ms: 594470\n- text: That'll rip your organs out, and chop you into sixty portions\n  start_ms: 594470\n  end_ms: 596620\n- text: Like I'm Lizzie Borden, just a bit of boredom\n  start_ms: 596620\n  end_ms: 598630\n- text: Got me breakin' brick and boards, and I'ma smash your pumpkin like I'm Billy Corgan\n  start_ms: 598630\n  end_ms: 602130\n- text: In a tournament, I'm insubordinate\n  start_ms: 602130\n  end_ms: 604080\n- text: I'll throw you in the city morgue, and you'll just shiver morbidly with chilly organs\n  start_ms: 604080\n  end_ms: 607650\n- text: When performin', I mix endorphins with liquid morphine\n  start_ms: 607650\n  end_ms: 610290\n- text: The shit be coursin' through my veins, I went to war with fifty horsemen\n  start_ms: 610290\n  end_ms: 612740\n- text: Drop to your knees and kiss my foreskin\n  start_ms: 612740\n  end_ms: 614890\n- text: Your jam ain't impress us, jump off the cage and kick you in the face like Anthony Pettis\n  start_ms: 614890\n  end_ms: 618570\n- text: I roll heads back, your flow's just wack\n  start_ms: 618570\n  end_ms: 620780\n- text: I'll never die, I'm makin' videos forever, call me NoDeathShaq\n  start_ms: 620780\n  end_ms: 623880\n- text: I commit homicide like this\n  start_ms: 623880\n  end_ms: 625700\n- text: I get three copyright strikes quick\n  start_ms: 625700\n  end_ms: 628040\n- text: So tell Susan Wochsoioskski, whatever the fuck that bitch's name is\n  start_ms: 628040\n  end_ms: 631670\n- text: She can demonetize my dick\n  start_ms: 631670\n  end_ms: 634260\n- text: A lethal with the straight facts, y'all are just a needle in a haystack\n  start_ms: 634260\n  end_ms: 637460\n- text: Your rap looks old, you probably ran that shit through FaceApp\n  start_ms: 637460\n  end_ms: 640210\n- text: Probably thinkin' shit is sweet\n  start_ms: 640210\n  end_ms: 641540\n- text: And I'ma beat you up on camera, like fuckin' A$AP Rocky, copy?\n  start_ms: 641540\n  end_ms: 644920\n- text: I copy, Mac— get bodied like Tommy Mac with tsunami raps\n  start_ms: 644920\n  end_ms: 647770\n- text: My flow is so immaculate, they think it's a magic act\n  start_ms: 647770\n  end_ms: 650210\n- text: I'm makin' these rappers mad, I'll make a diss appear, then they disappear\n  start_ms: 650210\n  end_ms: 653160\n- text: With Nato on the beat and everybody here (Cypher of the year!)\n  start_ms: 653160\n  end_ms: 655180\n- text: Let's view inside my mind and see what things we find and discover\n  start_ms: 655180\n  end_ms: 657930\n- text: No rapper better than I, so take yo' pick, I'll leave 'em shuttered\n  start_ms: 657930\n  end_ms: 660790\n- text: No exposure needed for my focus to show my light\n  start_ms: 660790\n  end_ms: 663350\n- text: I'll ram my way in the game with my shows, I'm hungry, so my gig a bite\n  start_ms: 663350\n  end_ms: 666260\n- text: I'll snap in a flash, red is the only color I see, whenever I'm lookin' at you\n  start_ms: 666260\n  end_ms: 668710\n- text: Stompin' they ass, kickin' them motherfuckers when they are down, like Ndamukong Suh\n  start_ms: 668710\n  end_ms: 671680\n- text: Rappers don't get mad at me, that's something you'll regret\n  start_ms: 671680\n  end_ms: 674170\n- text: I'll have you nervously persperatin' over this beef, like meat sweats (Haha!)\n  start_ms: 674170\n  end_ms: 676990\n- text: Rap is a house, and bitch, I'm high up in it\n  start_ms: 676990\n  end_ms: 679210\n- text: Call me a rap addict, bitch, the sky is not the limit\n  start_ms: 679210\n  end_ms: 682000\n- text: Roll up on me and get smoked, yo, fuck your drama!\n  start_ms: 682000\n  end_ms: 684520\n- text: I'm crackin' skulls in this joint, I call that blunt force trauma\n  start_ms: 684520\n  end_ms: 687190\n- text: And much more commas won't make me rap with you, I'm immortal\n  start_ms: 687190\n  end_ms: 689960\n- text: Make you and your ho go ghost, 'cause I know you just a pair of normals\n  start_ms: 689960\n  end_ms: 692520\n- text: I'm sick when spittin' that's the difference between you and me\n  start_ms: 692520\n  end_ms: 694930\n- text: I'm me, but you wanna copy, right? Like UMG\n  start_ms: 694930\n  end_ms: 697850\n- text: Wait, you thought that was it? Crypt is in this bitch, and bitch, you know I gotta spit it quick\n  start_ms: 697850\n  end_ms: 700600\n- text: So, everybody, come and listen up, I gotta tell you what the fuck we gonna do to go and fuckin' rip it up\n  start_ms: 700600\n  end_ms: 703210\n- text: Yo, switch it up, everybody fearin' when we hit it up, Ryan Oakes knows his flow was different, 'cause Mac is Lethal\n  start_ms: 703210\n  end_ms: 706440\n- text: Packin' gats in his rap, shootin' back at people, actin' wack, in fact, Nems raps are regal\n  start_ms: 706440\n  end_ms: 709600\n- text: Lex Bratcher is it reppin' for the chicks, and Dontai can spit\n  start_ms: 709600\n  end_ms: 711540\n- text: And, Six, way to represent, Luke spit so quick, I can't even comprehend\n  start_ms: 711540\n  end_ms: 714120\n- text: Devvon Terrell with the voice of an angel, Scru done proved his spot at the table\n  start_ms: 714120\n  end_ms: 716870\n- text: And DK reppin' UK, he won the competition, and now he's here to stay\n  start_ms: 716870\n  end_ms: 719710\n- text: Moxas put them in a coffin, and Quad spazzed, there's no question\n  start_ms: 719710\n  end_ms: 722230\n- text: My shirt size is XXL, but fuck bein' a freshman!\n  start_ms: 722230\n  end_ms: 727820\n- text: Who made this beat? Nato!\n  start_ms: 727820\n  end_ms: 730330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 730330\nplain: |-\n  Crypt just called, he said he's lookin' to scrap\n  He wanted GAWNE up on the track' because I murder the raps\n  Well yo' Crypt' homie, just know that I got your back\n  Even if I gotta be a lyrical bully to Dax\n  Just give me the orders, run up and kick your door in' hit 'em with fifty mortars\n  Rigor mortis, kill 'em and leave their corpses on other people's doorsteps\n  Enter the morgue with venom, and then I get morbid' evil and horrid, imminent torture\n  Reapin' the organs outta the orphans, bodily portions, gotta be foreskins\n  And now they like, \"Woah!\n  How the fuck he spit and just murder so many flows?\"\n  I don't know, I was bred for this shit since '96\n  Makin' hits since an embryo, I been the G.O.A.T.\n  I could do flibbity hibbity, enterin' in the vicinity, cookin' up hits like I'm Breaking Bad\n  Walter White Jessie when makin' amphetamines, shit's gettin' messy, I'm finna be killin' the enemy\n  Never see any serenity when I be mentally heavily off of the Hennessy\n  Sippin' the liquor, I lick it up, lickety-split, and my liver, then kick in\n  Wit' a little bit of venom and I'm never gonna let up, got to get up from the bottom, put the motherfuckin' pedal to the metal\n  When in my head, I'm goin' mental, in retrospect, I probably should check my stress\n  But I'm never gonna second-guess this shit, it's over, I won\n  This beat is O. J.'s wife by the time that I'm done\n\n  Moxas!\n  Yeah, check!\n  Okay, the SoundCloud superhero back again\n  I train hard, so when I'm on the track, I'm overlappin' them\n  I'm lightin' up a sack, the holy pack my only sacrament\n  No California, though, I took the O, it's on my back again, ugh!\n  They pro'bly don't get it, I'ma hit them wit' a chrome in it\n  Semi-automatic flow, I gotta get it, though, I'm kickin' in the door wit' it\n  Like, \"Oh shit, it's the dope kid wit' the flow sick, oh no, sis!\"\n  And to be frank, no Ocean, got the weed dank and a potion\n  When I'm fleet flank, feelin' focused on my fee fie fum foe shit\n  And I speak fire if I wrote shit, so the fees high, you ain't know shit\n  Can't afford it, and I'm not nice, I'ma \"Mmm-mmm\" like I got lice\n  If you cop verse, I will not write, and I got slime, like a stop sign, uh!\n  I'm goin' up, that's the reason that they've been sad lately\n  You a loud annoyin' little kid, you a Bhad Bhabie\n  Got up on this beat to have some fun, you know I'm showin' out\n  If a pussy come at me, Alinity- I'll throw 'em out!\n  Ugh!\n\n  I think this girl better back off, she lookin' at me with some bright hopes\n  Tell her that she can be tied down if she wanna walk on a tightrope\n  Hittin' that shit from the back, dawg, she probably gonna need Geico\n  She knows that my pockets are so fat, they probably gonna need lipo\n  Bitch, I made a quarter mill' and y'all ignored until\n  I started murderin' these beats, I need some more to kill\n  Now my pockets lookin' green, they gettin' chlorophylled\n  It's written in my destiny, I'm born to kill\n  So much caffeine in my system, that it's hard for me to concentrate\n  Shittin' on my competition, rappers lookin' constipated\n  I never been a dick, don't need to over compensate\n  That's why all these women hit me, tryna overpopulate\n  While labels scared to hit me 'cause I got way too much leverage\n  If I signed to them, then I'm the one that's bringin' benefits\n  The amount they'd have to give's a mountain, like it's Everest\n  Once that contract's in possession, y'all gon' need an exorcist, I'm ghost\n\n  Yeah, Gawd, Gawd, Gawd\n  Oh Lord, the most slept on on the site, nigga\n  In a different pedigree, dawg, I show my bite bigger\n  Worried 'bout a dislike bar, I dislike your life\n  On a knee, lettin' it ring, like I'm lookin' for a wife, nigga\n  Brought a coffin, heard you jackin' a box\n  Try to wind me, somethin' poppin' like a jack in the box\n  The arms strong, toss a Molotov from a mile away\n  I son y'all, but I didn't get a fuckin' gift on Father's Day?\n  Oh, y'all want action 'till I'm up and blastin', fuckin' tragic\n  Suckas plastic, get your surface bursted for your bubble rappin'\n  Rounds of applause with the rounds of the ones I'm clappin'\n  Channels for reactions now reactin' to your fuckin' passin'\n  Thanos snappin', snatchin' the clout that you niggas gained\n  But a lot of y'all gon' vanish if the algorithm change\n  Who want smoke? I'ma alter your appearance\n  None you mothafuckas nice, tell KSI that I'm actually Beerus, God\n\n  To all the people that say I'm the bomb, I'm gonna blow up, that's what I'm made for (Yeah)\n  Lookin' for flow, or lookin' for bars, 'cause, I'ma give you what you came for\n  I get the blame for murder, you are just fake with burners, what are you fake for?\n  You fake gangs ain't plugged in, like Dax, with his chainsaw\n  It's Barology, welcome to the classroom\n  Shaq, you better tell Ja to stay inside that bathroom\n  Like Scriptwork, we fight back (Ya!), man, you ought to know\n  Like the Vatican without the Pope, I want all the smoke (*cough cough*)\n  \"Hi there, I'm DK, I'm new here (Hi!)\n  I'm the guy with the English accent, or the dickhead with the blue hair\" (That's me!)\n  I'm a vet already, I be puttin' rappers in the cemetery\n  Leave them dead and buried, like \"Woah!\"—Goin' harder than the military\n  I'm back on my bullshit, with a full clip, got a space in the morgue, if you wanna talk shit\n  Got orchids for your funeral with a full-zipped body bag, won't find out where the corpse is\n  I'll always be myself with no apologies\n  At DKRapArtist, everybody go and follow me\n\n  Yo, Crypt, wanna thanks for the opportunity\n  Cyphers and freestyles is nothin' new to me, I do it beautifully\n  A couple verses up my sleeve, I love nudity\n  And black bitches, I'm the match when your wrist flicks it\n  Throw that ass back, like a grenade and blow my dick up\n  Unpredictable with verses, like Tourette's or havin' hiccups\n  Look, they compare ya boy to that of a lighter\n  Who's harder than a sniper, hittin' through the chest on a Bible\n  Don't have any rivals, 'cause that would imply I fight for survival\n  Amidst all the rappers I jack up, it's easy, now, back up\n  Callin' for backup, while I got they back up against the wall\n  Got my Vans up against they balls, pause, I ain't mean it like that dawg\n  And I ain't homophobic, for a mill', I'd give some head behind a Kroger\n  If the deal was just a minute, then it's over\n  Yeah, I'm mad buggin', slap you up in public in your city, ho\n  Only time you slap is the publish button on videos\n  Nigga, we mop floors with rappers, this no hyperbole\n  Flippin' them vertically, badly attackin' with words that they murmurin'\n  My pen is catchin' bodies, call it John Wick\n  I feel it as I am jottin', stretchin' these words like pilates\n  I kick, quick karate; ya click this, ya noddin'\n  Ya spit shit, the potty; a thick bitch, I'm throbbin'\n  Bitch, I'm finna nut, huh\n  Dick up in her gut, I eat that booty like it's lunch (Haha)\n\n  Yo, yo, yo\n  Yo! Yo, it's the girl about to rap!\n  Huh, yeah, you know I'm on that— fuck that!\n  Been ready to fuck the game and use these rappers as my cum rag\n  'Cause listenin' to y'all's like pressin' on a thumbtack\n  And these rappers, they itchin' for the—huh! Snitchin' for the—huh!\n  You know that it's a snake if you just listen for the— (*alert SFX*)\n  And I'ma be givin' them halos, when I be trigger-fingerin' these flows\n  Leavin' them quakin', and all on their toes, this is my destiny and what I chose\n  Look, I'm the best, so all these motherfuckers hate me\n  If I press the side of this gat, then there ain't gon' be no safety\n  Ain't no scopin', I'ma put this chrome to your windows, aim\n  And click-click-click, like the fuckin' page won't open\n  These little rappers know there ain't no jokin'\n  No hehe, no haha, jaja, don't matter which language spoken\n  I vanquish these angry faces who try to steal my focus\n  My staff with me, I pass the C's, like I'm the real-life Moses\n  Lex\n\n  Ah, yeah, yeah\n  Hold up!\n  I done made some enemies, up like the Sun, you are a kid to me\n  Fake niggas wearin' disguises, like it's trick-or-treat\n  I will never freeze on the beat, Control-Alt-Delete\n  That's why I went to work as soon as Crypt sent me the beat, like\n  I can read the signs and see the future like a Zodiac\n  Leave them where they stand, I'm like James Harden with a step back\n  Linin' up the competition, I will always catch them\n  One hand and defended like I'm Odell Beckham\n  Different rules, you play with us, then, homie, you gonna lose\n  Fade to black, and you couldn't see us even with Google Maps\n  And I know, I knew you just be hatin', use it for motivation\n  Cure ya from the sickness like a doctor, 'cause you're so impatient\n  I wanna keep it real with you\n  I am just not satisfied by a mill' or two\n  So, I only share the plate with a chosen few\n  If this a five-star meal, you a frozen food\n\n  Listen (Listen)\n  A wild beast is let loose in the forest\n  You screwin' yourself, like Darth Vader masturbatin' using the Force (Haha!)\n  Now congratulate this dude, he's a boss\n  Try me, I will embarrass you, like soccer moms doin' the floss\n  Check out my switch mag, get a Glock, put a Joy-Con where the clip at\n  And when you twitch, I'll be screamin' at the chat to clip to (\"Clip that!\")\n  Flows tight, but know my screws is loose\n  I'm Samuel Jackson of this YouTube rappin', grabbin' my super suit\n  My lines got a nice ring to 'em, barbells\n  My name carry weight in the community, cartels (Let's go!)\n  I'm makin' a mill' off of rappin', no cappin' and I am not wearin' no VVS (Yeah)\n  I got so many rhymes, my rap sheet is longer than a receipt at a CVS (Ha)\n  It's finna go down, better go now, 'bout to hit 'em with a four pound, better know now (Go)\n  I ain't talkin' about guns, just talkin' about bars, don't really wanna be the one to slow down (Woo!)\n  Bodied the beat, draw the chalk lines on the instrumental, zip it up\n  Now I can crush up the Infinity Stones into powder, then sniff it up\n\n  *deep inhale*\n  Um, hahahaha!\n  I'm the sergeant of all my squadrons, this is all out war\n  I'll make you sprint, like the phone, I'm not the one to call out, boy\n  And my foes is more then hoes, them bros is all out whores\n  Time to dead you, pop with the metal, make you fall out, boy!\n  Fuck all that noise, 'cause now I'm in this bitch, like yo' mother\n  See, Crypt is my brother, talk slick, I'll make a crypt for your brother\n  My nigga, I've suffered, but you won't hear me bitch like the others\n  You think they your brothers, but you can hear them hiss with they hug ya\n  You slick motherfuckers gon' end up in a ditch when I'm done\n  Got a problem, then bite your tongue, that's called a \"bitch\" where I'm from\n  A SIG is a gun, want smoke? I'll put that shit in your lungs\n  Turn me to a serial killer, and you Cinnamon Crunch\n  My niggas is, umm, young, and goin' dumb with the drum\n  March for a band, that little drummer boy, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum!\n  For a lump sum, they shootin' like the Rucker dumb dumb\n  Now you M.I.A like \"Paper Planes\" and \"Bucky Done Gun\"\n  Duck, or down goes Donald, a clown like Ronald\n  If I was black, then so is the strap, brrat the Tom, like MacDonald (Ha!)\n  They asked me why I made all these bars about clappin' people\n  Grew up on battle rap, plus, I showed you my MAC is lethal\n  No class in people, but I'm gradin' like professors\n  Throw you in a lake, and now you really wavy, like Quadeca\n  Tried to run, but I'ma catch him, the scope can make it long-range\n  Rifle got the magnifyin' glasses, I am Dontai!\n  A short temper can really make it a long day\n  And tell Crypt that I'm sorry I took the long way\n  Hahahaha!\n\n  Ooh, ooh, yeah\n  They like, \"He finally entered, I guess it's time to be bitter\" (Haha!)\n  I'm on every track like a Parental Advisory sticker (Ooh!)\n  In a new league, they tryin' to keep me from gettin' too hot, I got spice, so I'm gettin' my blue cheese (Brrr!)\n  I cannot be measured, so I am unruly\n  You can't get through me, I'm an IUD to all of these pussies (Oh!)\n  You know I'm gonna win it, in the end, I need my rupees (Oh, shit!)\n  Huh, they never understand how I do it\n  Said I couldn't say an \"S\", so I drew a line through it\n  Like, \"Hi, stupid\"—my rhymes are too fly, they defy Newton (Woo-hoo-hoo!)\n  They all rushin', tryna do as much work as what I put in (Damn!)\n  I'm Putin, I'm puttin', so you know nobody else is on par (Par)\n  Stoppin' in the tracks when I drive in like I'm a cop car (Yeah!)\n  Fuck rap shit, I got bars, but look like a pop star\n  Look like the BuzzFeed intern who gets employees their Pop Tarts (Haha)\n  Instead, I tour with the top charts, now they heard of me (For real)\n  An emergin' emcee, but you ain't got the M's, so you just an emergin' C (Get it?)\n\n  Yo\n  Yeah, ayy, uh\n  Shit, damn, son, you've never seen a fuckin' rapper who be this handsome\n  I never breathe when I be rappin', I got six damn lungs\n  I'm at the offices of UMG with twin handguns\n  I got a hostage, I'ma shoot, I'll need a big ransom\n  I been recordin' like a Demogorgon\n  That'll rip your organs out, and chop you into sixty portions\n  Like I'm Lizzie Borden, just a bit of boredom\n  Got me breakin' brick and boards, and I'ma smash your pumpkin like I'm Billy Corgan\n  In a tournament, I'm insubordinate\n  I'll throw you in the city morgue, and you'll just shiver morbidly with chilly organs\n  When performin', I mix endorphins with liquid morphine\n  The shit be coursin' through my veins, I went to war with fifty horsemen\n  Drop to your knees and kiss my foreskin\n  Your jam ain't impress us, jump off the cage and kick you in the face like Anthony Pettis\n  I roll heads back, your flow's just wack\n  I'll never die, I'm makin' videos forever, call me NoDeathShaq\n  I commit homicide like this\n  I get three copyright strikes quick\n  So tell Susan Wochsoioskski, whatever the fuck that bitch's name is\n  She can demonetize my dick\n  A lethal with the straight facts, y'all are just a needle in a haystack\n  Your rap looks old, you probably ran that shit through FaceApp\n  Probably thinkin' shit is sweet\n  And I'ma beat you up on camera, like fuckin' A$AP Rocky, copy?\n\n  I copy, Mac— get bodied like Tommy Mac with tsunami raps\n  My flow is so immaculate, they think it's a magic act\n  I'm makin' these rappers mad, I'll make a diss appear, then they disappear\n  With Nato on the beat and everybody here (Cypher of the year!)\n  Let's view inside my mind and see what things we find and discover\n  No rapper better than I, so take yo' pick, I'll leave 'em shuttered\n  No exposure needed for my focus to show my light\n  I'll ram my way in the game with my shows, I'm hungry, so my gig a bite\n  I'll snap in a flash, red is the only color I see, whenever I'm lookin' at you\n  Stompin' they ass, kickin' them motherfuckers when they are down, like Ndamukong Suh\n  Rappers don't get mad at me, that's something you'll regret\n  I'll have you nervously persperatin' over this beef, like meat sweats (Haha!)\n  Rap is a house, and bitch, I'm high up in it\n  Call me a rap addict, bitch, the sky is not the limit\n  Roll up on me and get smoked, yo, fuck your drama!\n  I'm crackin' skulls in this joint, I call that blunt force trauma\n  And much more commas won't make me rap with you, I'm immortal\n  Make you and your ho go ghost, 'cause I know you just a pair of normals\n  I'm sick when spittin' that's the difference between you and me\n  I'm me, but you wanna copy, right? Like UMG\n  Wait, you thought that was it? Crypt is in this bitch, and bitch, you know I gotta spit it quick\n  So, everybody, come and listen up, I gotta tell you what the fuck we gonna do to go and fuckin' rip it up\n  Yo, switch it up, everybody fearin' when we hit it up, Ryan Oakes knows his flow was different, 'cause Mac is Lethal\n  Packin' gats in his rap, shootin' back at people, actin' wack, in fact, Nems raps are regal\n  Lex Bratcher is it reppin' for the chicks, and Dontai can spit\n  And, Six, way to represent, Luke spit so quick, I can't even comprehend\n  Devvon Terrell with the voice of an angel, Scru done proved his spot at the table\n  And DK reppin' UK, he won the competition, and now he's here to stay\n  Moxas put them in a coffin, and Quad spazzed, there's no question\n  My shirt size is XXL, but fuck bein' a freshman!\n\n  Who made this beat? Nato!\n"}]