Worldwide Cypher 3rd Strike - VI Seconds, VISECS, VI, Seconds, Shizzy + More

Samad, cook it up, yeah!

Dedboii cool

Ice in yo' blood, when you starin' at my face

Quit being stuck, 'cause I'm always on the move

And, you gon' meet my Glock, if you standin' in the way, boy

I got hella drive, you can see the way I zoom

Damn, I done got so high, that I landed up in space

And now, I handle issues, like I don't know my tools

When I pull up with the Scru, and put a hammer to yo' face

Damn, don't fuck with the kid, you get shot in yo' ribs

Yeah, my bullets like zits, they just pop when I pick

Boy, stop all the shit, you ain't no god, you a bitch

I'm like yo' pops, choose a stick, before I pop you, in yo' shit

Hoo! Come and rock wit' me, bitch

Come and rock wit' me, bitch, yuh

Rock wit' me, bitch

Tryna cop the bag, so I don't need a pension

I make tracks for your girl, I see her in my mentions

She likes me more than she likes you

Money, money, money, that's my new haiku

This my 20-10 shit, I'm makin' statements

Inspiring the youth, so you can thank me later

All I do is point and shoot, I'm mean with the Razor

Quick flick of the wrist, I don't need to cheat, like I'm Jada

I never bleep on the radar

I'm movin' heat, like I'm ghost

Reppin' the UK, so pass the marmalade for my toast

I'm informal, with the scopes

Laidback, with the flow

And, I 'on't leave the house, unless it's bound for the show

But, for Scru

I'll jump into the booth, and put it on the tab

And, if they firing shots, then it's tit for tat

And now, I'm doin' numbers, like I'm finna the tap

They diallin' up the phone, and hear me on the track

Aye, It's Token Black, bitch, just in case you didn't know

Got no love for the friends, I was gettin' rid of, though

Niggas ain't got more money than I was gettin', though

But, I got niggas tryna, "Li'l Bro", me

If they could reach higher, what they sayin', probably'd get to me

But, I set my price higher, now these niggas upset with me

Everything on hush, let 'em see what you let 'em see

I got a Blue Shell for anybody ahead of me

Aye, but it's all love

Token Black ain't got no enemies

Make sure you say it twice, so I believe what you just said to me

Niggas tried to get back in my life, but now they dead to me

And, I ain't bringin' niggas out the grave, 'cause I ain't Red MD

Cypher is the gang, everybody self-made

Used to really have to hustle, now I'm really gettin' paid

You finna see me, everywhere, I'm feelin' like I'm Slade

Yeah, Token Black, bitch

Now, just imagine Ed Sheeran, but with less talent

Stick in a Lil Dicky, and what you get? This bellend

Look, who needs a funeral, to dress tragic?

I'm a less-attractive Obi Wan Kenobi, with a meth habit

I saved us from aliens, they saw me, and said, "Next planet"

I'm not a guest in the house of hip-hop, I'm trespassing

My aesthetic's ecstatic, sex, I'm the best at it

Don't even need a helpin' hand, I just jack it

Psst, does anyone wonder why we're stuck in the wrong timeline?

Thinking about this year, I'm strugglin', comin' up with one highlight

20-20's hittin' different, than the way you think it is

August's comin' quick, as if it's up in Jada Pinkett Smith

Sorry, I should remain cautious

I don't want to get Shane Dawson'ed

It's shameful that fame, fortune, makes you all behave awful

Even the President's settin' a terrible example

But, he'll never be cancelled

He's said things, that if I repeated them, I'd be banned for

I was always told that talk is cheap

But, you rappers really be talkin', and say not a thing

Nigga, get your bars up, or beatin' me is not a thing

My whole team is full of beasts, boy, we Monsters Inc

I'm like a kraken, with the pen, that's the monster's ink

All you sheep should be concerned, with what the monsters think

I slide up on a nigga, this is not a hockey rink

Man, my heart colder than a hockey rink

Still can't find a single rapper, hot as me

Been doing this shit, a pioneer, boy, I gotta be

Bitch, I'm in my new groove, I just let the llama speak

I don't say a word, I let the llama speak

You niggas think you so nice, but do little

You gon' really hear it, when the llama speak

There's nothin' you could offer me, I got these demons off of me

You niggas should honor me, I'm YouTube rapper, fathering

Name a beat, that I ain't bodying

Cypher gang starvin', and you lookin' like an offering, bitch nigga

A Mississippi cat

My presence is like it's gift and wrapped

God gave me a present, when he gave me gifted raps

So, I'm motivating the young'uns, that's how I gift it, back

I'm fast, amazing, crazy, and talented, so don't miss the facts

I was young, tryna find a way

Great Value Chicken Noodle Soup, everyday

I asked Momma why she got them holes in her face

She put the pipe to her face, then she fade away

I'm Mike Jack, of this day and age

I got bars that's day-for-day

Slick Rick, of this modern day

'Cause, my stories don't play-for-play

Don't believe me? Whoa, just wait

Let me introduce you, Trey, see Trey

He wanna be a star, but Trey got something in his way

Trey dad's a tough guy, slight chubby, but still a buff guy

Jack boy run on him, and then he snuffed, guy

So one day, he took Trey wit' him, and he got shot

He told Trey, "I'm gonna make it", even though he not

Trey got some words for him, he cryin', lookin' at his eyes

See, I'ma stop there, and direct you over to my spot

Right, I'm the G.O.A.T., it's clear, now that you can tell

Sipp God, like holy grail, go subscribe to Trapp Tarell

Are you dumb? I'm the smoothest nigga, here

You worried 'bout a tier list, I'll leave your list in tears

I bring them fear, it'll click from this psycho soldier

So many holes in you, it triggers my trypophobia

Lines go over you, dumb-dumbs, you won't leave with your lungs intact

Don't get 'em the first time, I'll skrrrt, and run it back

Dumb it down, more? How they feelin', you niggas?

I'm sayin', "I... stay... killin' you, niggas"

Scru, you got me offin' my peers

Body bags the sub counts, I'm throwin' off of a pier

I'm a way better look, and that's off of appearance

I'll make an appearance, and beat you, 'til you off in appearance

I call the Smith, Angelina, this appear and act

No misses, you gon' be a disappearin' act

There ain't no mercy, for a rat, I'll shove my Pinky in your Brain

Gemini Man, you'll get the Smith, for thinkin' we the same

Big Arms, my muscle up, I Fire Birds, like a TransAm

Blam-blam, blam-blam, you'll get robbed, like Van Dam

You niggas, sheep for the slaughter, a bunch of lamb, fam

The damn can, Rock You to Rubble, baby, you Bam-Bam

Better make the room wider, it's the YouTube Lifer

He's fire, in the circle, like the name Michelle Cypher

It's 'sire', what you can call me, when I hit the amplifier

Retire, you cross Epic, catch some shit, like you're a diaper

Been OG, since '03

Still hungry and ugly

I OD on dope-mean

My whole team still love me

And, suddenly, no trash talk

The cat can rap, his mask off

Gold records, in the backdrops

I'm tasty, like your backyard

In the

Summer, summer, summer, summertime

And, always on the Nascar, fast bars

Slow and low, sometimes, is how I roll with mine

I'm colder than the steel beneath my knees

With a pen and a pad

Eagle Scout, I'm with a fresh, "I 'on't give a fuck", badge

Scru wrangled, and awakened the rattlesnake, in ya' face

The unmistakable battle cat, ha!

So, say my catchphrase louder, who's next?

Comin' in, I know there's people who laugh

When I'm dropping my bars, I don't act like the part

But, I'm leavin' 'em charred, like a flow avatar

When I say that I'm terrible mean, like the tzar

A paladin, radiance, in my battlin'

Stayin' sick, like a pathogen, takin' risks, like I'm Catherine

Work non-stop, like I'm Hamilton

Watch 'em DdOS, and eavesdrop, to screen shop for cheap shots

And, scream lots, when we've got what they've always dreamed of

So, keep up, and prove what you've got, Russell's teapot

Bring thunder, like Zeus, my rhymes' buff, like a Greek god

Plan, like I'm Bonaparte, honing art

Keepin' afloat, like I'm Noah's arc

Smart, like I'm Tony Stark, look at my coat of arms

When I've been spittin', you better be fittin' the smoke alarms

They say I wrote it wrong

I can explain to you, lyrics and smiles, usin' a flow chart

No faux pas, makin' these symphonies, Mozarts

Stay gettin' views, thousands? No, try millions

Y'all sayin' nothin', like streams from Sky Williams

I'm stayin' hungry, ain't makin' no food waste

A new ace, leave reactors twisted, call it Scru Face

Ooh, who is that?

It's the coo-coo lad, who produced the track

You few assume he wack, but computer hack, I just use the Mac

Shots flew through you, but dude

You be truly ass, if you shootin' gats

It's like your boo, no cap, I get booty claps, 'til I come on back

Matter fact, lemme flip quick, no acrobat

Jail wanna keep me in a trap, so bad

Twelve wanna see me laid flat, on back

Then you wanna talk crap, let's chat

Doubled, if the cops get us capped, bring up stats

Why every time we ask for that they?

Talk about crime, that black on black?

Man, let's keep it real

Crime is crime, so wherever you are, that is who you get killed by

Racism, undercover as classism, this about dollar bills

Yikes, no, this ain't what the feds like

This that talk that get me dead, right?

I'm just doin' what they said, write

Hope my community read lines

Yeah, they been readin' what I got

Better than treatin' popular heathens

Like we all need them, they ain't Gods

Yet again, we've been checkin' a screen for validation, 'til we cry

Instead of believin' in a lot, we proceed to idol lies

Skroodwidit

Look, ha-ha

Look

I know spots where they tote Yops, when they mean war

And, I mean war, not H3 versus Keemstar

It seems y'all forgot that my temper's hot, and it seesaws

Been leeched on for so damn long, nigga, we need ours

I'll heat y'all frame up, and take my aim, 'fore I seat y'all

My utensils were stainless, and for a plate, I would eat y'all

You señoritas, you sub Tweeters are margaritas

Nine millimeters holds 16, Chris Delia

Yo, it's evident when it comes to this shit, I'm just ahead of them

Look, I'm on my second win while they're catchin' their second wind

Well, that just means I'm better than they sedative, I'm medicine

They got them toilet bars, same shit, but just a better spin

YouTube's Thomas Edison

If I create the light, they gon' use it, and then they'll credit them

But, I was made to fight, and my movement ain't made of gelatin

And now, I'm takin' flight, 'cause I'm provin' that I can get it

The truest is what they never been, unh!

They got me stressed, so I hit the sess, 'til I hit the stinger

It's Twitter fingers, 'til niggas mailin' out niggas fingers

Nigga's singers, Diana Ross, 'til they die on the floor

Nigga, you can die on a cross, tryna fight with the gods

I'm Leonidas, when I'm fightin', a Titan of sorts

Why you lying? You can't beat the game, 'til you fight with the boss

They would challenge me to this forty in the 20-20

Embarrass these rappin' parodies buried, 'cause now we comin'

Bitch

Ha-ha-ha

Samad, cook it up, yeah