Cypher

It Seems Now, Hip-Hop, Is Full of A Bunch Of Fakes

And Soon, We Bout To Be Over-Run With A Bunch Of Drakes

Please, Get Rid Of These Fucking Lames

An Award For Best Lyricist, And Y'all Give It Up To Wayne?

That's A Fucking Shame

The Way Rapper's Are, I Ain't A Fan Of It

They Take The Devil's Pie, I Pass On It, Like Canibus

I'm Trying To Go From Someone They Don't Know

To The Dude That They Say "You're The Next That's Gon Blow"

Dumb Flow, Like I'm Spitting From Wayne's Mind

And That Ain't A Compliment Homie, Take Time

With My Rhymes, I Could Fucking Give Sight To The Blind

With What I Write From My Mind

And Also Make The Deaf Here

Even With Shit I Just Made In The Studio And Left Here

(Call That Leftover Inspiration)

I've Gotta A Einstein Mind

Now Imagine If Einstein Rhymed

About Time, That I Got My Shine

I'll Leave You More Than Black And Blue

When I Rap To You

Cause The Rhymes Hit You So Hard It's Like I Clap A Tool

I Laugh At You, Dudes Who Think That They Can Do This

Try To Act Smart But You Just Look Foolish

You Think You Got Talent, Is That What It Seems

But You Are Undeveloped, Like You Still Got Monkey Genes

Man Y'all Gotta Listen To Me, Take Notes

Everything You're Spitting Is Overused, Drake Flow

I'll Take The Mic From Em, Cause Talent They Lack Some

Then Begin To Thrill 'Em, Call Me Mic Jack-Son

I Might Jack Some, Of These MC's Of They Own Shine

Jack Jays Chain Then Proceed To Steal Cole Shine