paroles de chanson The Cookout Cypher - Crypt , FUTURISTIC , King Blitz , Grizzy Hendrix , Elijah Kyle , Vin Jay , Murkemz , Gawne , Gatsb7 , D.I.L.E.M.A. , Thatguymilehigh , SEPPI , Samad Savage , Postcard

(Brrt)
(Samad cook it up, yer)

Yeah, I'm the chosen one, Luke, not Obi-Wan
I been sky walkin', sky's the limit, so I float above
I've been goin' no where, like hitchhikers with a broken thumb
Guess it's time to show 'em what a GOAT is, hit a Kobe dunk
Never miss a shot, pistol pop, fuck a molar gun
Pull up to the homes of my opponents with a loaded gun
Whip it out at anybody ever talkin' shit or doubtin'
And I don't need a bag full of clubs to go out a hole in one
Untuck the llama, then run up on 'em, we come for drama
They call me Ra, I'm the sun god, 'cause I burn the hottest
Fire breathin', been cookin' shit like it's Benihana's
Yeah that's why your squads stayin' underwater, Bikini Bottom
Thinkin' it's time to go, so wicked
I never let enemy ever get on a roll
When I spit it with infinite, witness sudent of the game
Just made the honor roll, honorable scholar
With knowledge that is greater than your college
That's why they call me a God, I gotta go

(Yo, Crypt you a fool for this one)
Yo, when I'm online, my pen is a lonely man
We catch bodies on screen, like it's OnlyFans
I don't catch to many shots, they sub-trippin'
Quarantine barber, they see a nigga cut different
The drum attached, make 'em rattle like FAMU
Shoot and miss, that's your last shot, last chance you
My university is verses from adversity
That urges me to stay strapped up, Steve Urkel's team
Family matters, y'all be screamin' again
But don't just do it 'cause you see that it's convenient to care
This my reality show, them niggas been soft
Act a fool, the revolver give you a spin-off
I'm servin' rounds, Sam Malone with the cheers touch
Round after round, 'till we all get a beer gut
Fear what? Ain't nobody killin' me
I zoned out, like we got defensive liabilities
D.I.L.E.M.A!

Yeah, God Grizzy
I'm too gifted, I been rippin' rappers way before Christmas
Got 'em open off the presence, ain't no point on flexin'
Been hot since 9-7, got these wack rappers beggin' for a feature
They styles too plain, 9-11
I'm in the building, fuck a deal, labels are fake
They gon' do you like the Trunchbull, put some cake in your face
And when your records ain't sellin', they quick to take it away
Make you pay back every single dollar that you made
It's a cold game, labels got these artists so drained out
Don Cornelius and rappers still thinkin' like slaves
That's why we screaming "Please give us back the old Ye!"
But I not speaky Spanish or talky like Jorge
'Prende ese, show paper won't get you paid
All I got in this world is my balls, Scarface
And no's I won't break, drivin' in my own lane
Just some niggas with a attitude, ask O'Shea

Yeah, E.K.
Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nickel for the scars
A quarter for the ones who are steady defyin' odds
Somethin' 'bout the universe just never makes sense
Being rich does not equate to happiness, what a myth
Learn a lot from paid in full, more money more problems
That's the underlying truth, quick to stab you in the back
For a couple of views and temporary ten seconds
Y'all be gone with the news, how much more I gotta prove?
Shit, I grew up on the Em's and the Jay's and the Cole's
Little Nas, Big and Pac, Rakim, a little soul
I feel this in my bones, it's embedded in my core
I would be nothing if it weren't for the legends who came before
Got these people lookin' at me like I'm somethin' absurd
Stick around and learn something, got a way with these words
It's loyalty first, throw that other bullshit to the side
See no ceilings are in the way, 'bout time I shine, E.K.

Look, it's King Blitz, yeah we rap in this bitch
You know with the flow I'm official, like it's a ref in this bitch
And the way I write, might leave you left in a bit
Now we on the big screen
We goin' up, like watch your step in this bitch
And know the flow is still hold in a drought
Switchin' with the tongue twisted
In the Midwest, but i live in the South
King shit only what I'm about
Got a lil' buzz going
But i still swat a lame for gettin' fly out the mouth
Really really, fuck you gimme gimme niggas
Really gimmicks, really y'all offend me, y'all offend me
Y'all ain't near me, look around, army with me
And I promise, the damage is prominent
Confident in these consonants, I'ma get to the bottom of it
And leave you bottomless
Honestly I'm tired of these so called "rappers"
Who fraudulent, promise that I'll be on the top, 'cause we dominant
In this game we 'bout to confiscate, you actually wack
If we don't actually like you, dawg, your shit get hacked
Call me a king, because I'm actually that, actually facts
I'm the one in charge, you niggas battery pack, King

Gat drawn, do a rapper bad if he act wrong
"Bang!" Let it rain on the nigga, this a black storm
Bobby Shmurda, when I throw it up, now his cap gone
All I do is scheme when I'm movin' with the mask on
Y'all gon' learn the history, I was wild worried
On the Jim Beam, hopin' I don't lie, bury
It's cool though, they teach a nigga the science
Hit every mark and period, I upperclass when I'm rhymin'
I pull out this missile, hit you and get a nigga bell ring
Slayed 'em, then I screech off when the bell ding
Heard your last project, sorry it's reg
You should leave the ass rappin' to Cardi and Meg
I see you shook lil' niggas be actin' nervous when I come around
Lookin' at the fuckin' ground, see the sucka in your smile
Tighten up pussy, ain't you happy I'm here?
New on the scene, Murkemz, the rapper you fear, yeah

Aye, feelin' like a problem when I'm on that kush and coffee
Not a crab in a bucket, so I'm shakin' niggas off me
Tryna catch this wave, but I leave 'em lookin' salty
Careful, 'cause my pistol loves my finger, she's so naughty
Me and my homies linkin' like a chain, they label us a gang
Since we lock it down, like we married to the game
Put a ring on her finger, gave that bitch my last name
If she step out of line, I'm cashin' an insurance claim
Side note, chainsmokin' with the gang, rollin' up some dank
Run into the bank, I'm gonna elevate my name
I'm never in one spot, I like to move around
If you try to stop me, you gon' get walked down
Might just have to leave your body on the ground
Make sure you never make a sound
I can't hear you since this beat is way too loud
Light a blunt, proceed to face it, doin' what I have to
I'm gonna make it, no more bullshit, I think it's time to
Escape it, this is my reality, and only I can choose to change it
Drivin' by myself, hopin' that I'll make it, gang

I'm out of crypts, I'm 'bout to put y'all in one
You standin' out, until we talkin' income
Y'all just crack up under pressure, you tortilla chips
Came with tools and ratchets, like I really fuckin' need a fix
Waitin' around the table, like you need a tip
I been in my fort all night inside, like this was season six
Came here for tunes, and now I'm leavin' with a fortune
Fortunately, I'm tuned up, and I don't need another Porsche
Flow is holy on the seas, yeah we all know that's why they worship
Y'all can't match it, keep it lit, I'ma make sure that I torture ya
Got in Kentucky, what a asshole, yeah
Fuck it though tequila all up in the glass, go
Y'all be steady toyin' 'round, fuck what you has bro
I'm up to here with how you think I'm feelin' mad low
They had me waitin' to go, yeah
Throwin' the bag full of woahs, yeah
I don't get fixed at the court and I'm hot on the metal
My faith in the road (Let's go)
Lovin' the taste and they fold, yeah
See that I'm winnin' the gold
I got my ice on one pen in the verse
And they know that I really been froze (Post)

When you move like a God, it always come with grace
Team got plenty for anybody who wanna hate
And I don't care how they kill 'em boy, I just want 'em ate
So when the metal hit his mug, he just sunk in place
Hunnid-K holla, I chill in Bahamas
Come home to your crib, and throw dick in yo mama
Then I dip, stick shift, with your sister, Ramada
Threesome on OnlyFans with the chick that's beside ya
It get vicious, her leg up, she turn flip switch
Swore she was Kirby, the way she sucked this shit
You mad, we grip sticks, find out she told you about us
Harry Potter, grab the sweepers and get this snitch
I don't think you understand where we comin' from
I don't wanna speak man to man, fuck a one on one
When the war gets thick, people wanna run
And if you not one of us, then you one of them

I'm like the Slumdog Millionaire, overslept the red eye
Swung in from the chandelier and stuck it like a Jedi
Rappers get abandoned if they only play the good guy
Well, hmm, maybe that's the reason that the good die
This young boy rollin' with that old boy weakness
Y'all ain't never steppin' to the genus of a genius
Women that I wrote about would say that I'm the meanest
And they mean it, they callin' me conceited and elitist
And they takin' it to Twitter, and they tryin' to delete us
Then they see me doin' well, and wanna kick it like Adidas, nah
Nah nah, now what you talkin' 'bout homie?
Everybody snappin' pictures, cheese and macaroni
A couple years ago, they would've blocked me like a goalie
Now they callin' me a star and wanna pat me like my homie, woah
Aye, and now you talkin' matrimony
It's cool you shot a shot, but TBH you smacked a bogey, like

Y'all already know, it's the 57 GOAT, Ibn
I do this rap shit for fun
We get bread, you should get you some (That's right)
If it ain't dumb loud, nigga it's just dumb
I sell cars, you could get you one, I sell cribs too
Got a three bedroom crib you can rent too
Fully furnished, the rent'll be twelve-hundred
If you really want it first month, twenty-four to secure it
You can get a hoodie, log on to the site
When it come to bars, I don't write
Fuck around and scar you for life, if you rap for a livin'
'Cause they be like "Dawg, he is nice"
I could charge you a price for these sixteens pump
And I ain't write a rap in like sixteen months
I'm still sharp as a knife
Nigga, I'm a shark I will bite
And everybody swimming's brunch, and then bring lunch
Nigga bring the dark to the light
Your battery within me jumped, Ibn

There's a psycho at the cookout, so look out
A fishy character on the boat so I'm glad we took the hook out
What's the chapter in my life? Get the book out
Been creepin' in the night, but it's time to pull the rook out
Introductions huh? I'm awkward, weird, and fuckin' lame
But I'd rather play the bullied kid, than be part of your game
After this is done, I'll be grilled, well done
But my soul is cold, I'm always charred, well let's have fun
My flavor doesn't pair with beef, and yours is burning up
Unwanted flappin' lips you creep, don't try you can't catch up
Get it? Catch up like Ketchup, your meat is over cooked
Comment down below, which of my bars I over looked
Now they all be saying "This dork ruined this song"
"It was goin' so well, why did they let this freak on?"
Well real knows real and real knows you
And in reality this plastic face is realer than you

I'm reconditioned to seduce, but put that liquor in my system
I got problems I don't fix, so I just trade it for commission
Walk around with demons on both of my shoulders, like I'm lifting
Got them shooters in my holster, take a shot, see Smith & Wesson
I call it coronavirus, the cauldron'll leave you cryin'
Corrodin', fuck yo your sinus, you pussies would never try this
Scolding with flows so might as, potent you can't deny it
Scorching unholy ghost, I just smolder 'em with the lava
Flippin' the script like Java, the merciless rap armada
Got vise grips up on ya collar, some worthless whack impostors
Get smashed like bottles of vodka, uh
Bitch I'm a monster, finna be spreadin' it proper
Stop at the top of the competition, listen SEPPI killed it

Yo, ishkood
Jersey
Yeah, now if you knew what I deal with
The mans'll know it's understandable, I don't feel shit
Don't got my math, I'll tie son in the grass, you'll kneel quick
Coronavirus says she's scared to catch me, I'm real sick
Depressed as fuck, but I got a whole plethora
Of this messed up stuff in my head to bust
You don't really wanna test your luck, with the best of us
You'll get left in dust
Pass to the kid, but they feel this
Mount and do your girl
Then I pop you with the can, I'm the real Crypt
I blew up and conquered, nobody sicker it's been proven by doctors
I want my plaques to look like, "Ooh it's an Oscar"
Sleeping on me, I'ma let B rest like beautiful knockers
Get these Uncle Toms up off my chest, Hakuna Matatas
Guess I'm carefree since we all here, see, this the writer's block
Before you draw the line, we crossed it, garbage, your mind is robbed
You know you're gonna die, you're lookin' cautions like, "Why Samad?"
I kill you making the same face I make when I lie to cops
I'm not a blood, but I live the life that they hate to see
I just balled in a court for sport, they just plagiary
They want beef 'cause they salty, revenge is savory
And if I ain't the best on this cypher, at least I made the beat

If a dozen of us in the room, call a doctor
I'ma be shootin' some, but some not hurt
Five get hit, other six runnin' to the outskirts
And five clicks, that mechanism turns twelve to one
That's clockwork
Sike, I don't be in the mud, my dawgs act first
I just get my bloods to come through, bruh that's lab work
They mad hurt, 'cause the way I rap, it adds girth
I'm fuckin' all these niggas over
So don't even as him why his ass hurt
Hollow points, and I go hollow drums
Pop off and the cops goin', "Alright, you a mama's boy"
It depends let us see, oh see you nuts, you a Almond Joy
Goddamn, my man got the highest smoke
Gaslight those common notes
Kamikaze with Rari, the way I whip up, Bill Cosby tryna ride my horse
Fuckin' 'round with me, I come for mans non-stop
I leave 'em teary eyed and chokin', double hand gawk-gawk
Look, are you ready to rumble? I go Michael with the box
I just give 'em that Mutumbo, that's that blocka-blocka shot

We ain't tryna buddy-buddy you lames
So everybody gettin' our lane, gettin' smothered in flames
Our songs leak, 'cause we hot, we ain't one in the same
The only way you'd ever leak's from your jugular vein, come on
And y'all don't wanna come first with a diss
'Cause we respond back quick with some personal shit
And I be comin' for your neck with every word that I spit
Just like O.J. I show 'em how to murder a bitch
Still with my day one's, been reppin' the same team
They ask me what I do, and I just tell 'em I chase dreams
Make cheese, 'till I'm feelin' better than Jay-Z
We keepin' it a hundred, like the weather in AZ
Never mad 'cause I run it and I never leave
And the girl up at my crib, I would let her be
She in the bed with me, and crawling like a centipede
Bitch pop xans, and still gon' remember me
And now we keep it pushing
Coming at me? Probably shouldn't
'Cause I been winnin', doin' everything you know you couldn't
Flames on the beat, I ain't never heard you scorch nothin'
Punch you in the face, and watch you break like you were porcelain
If I go broke, I'll be comin' after your funds
Bitch I've been driven, since I've seen the way the Porsche runs
No debate that it's time to rise
Tell 'em all I don't play no games
Y'all get paid for the 9 to 5's
I get paid for the 808's
Just evolve, I don't stay the same
Fiddle with that, I won't fade away
They would talk when I would take a loss
But I've become a boss, and I made my name
Bitch I've been at this for years
Don't follow my peers, I follow my goals
Spittin' that heroin, this shit is medicine
Tell 'em I give 'em a dose
Give 'em a topic, and they gon' gossip
Y'all have been doing the most
Talkin' that nonsense, better be cautious
Turn 'em right into a ghost
So I don't really got no time for you little guys
Livin' with ya mama but your ego twice as big as mine
It's one love, my music console intertwine
Constant evolution we never think of the finish line

Yo, they at the crib rappin' while I'm at the telly
Checkin' my stocks, time is money so I'm checkin' the clock
It's hard to live in the moment
When I'm noticing the best never stop
And from the jump, I was projected to flop I'm protectin' the rock
I'm off the glass when I'm measurin' shots
Ain't talkin' hoop, this medicine is Ciroc
I wish the best for everybody in this lane, I hope they get what I got
Then pass that up on they trip to the top
Ok, but please don't get it twisted, we are not adjacent
'Cause I'm not complacent, Not your favorites
But your favorite for got 'em some inspiration
Ain't playin', we talkin' different
Decades of makin' money moves
Struggle food, made it out the mud when you was stuck in school
Niggas ain't know what to do, gave 'em a whole manual
Sold the catalog, I gave 'em a whole channel
Sellin' shoes, fuck it, I have 'em the full sandals
That mean no resort, with a chef and some more candles
Flow make 'em nervous, they sweatin' off of the verdict
We did another YouTube Cypher, but this time in person

I'm cuttin' off loose ends, meant to say Lucid
Flow so dumb, but the opposite of stupid
Think about what you did, should've never mentioned the Kuf
A kick from the boot, will have your ass missin' a tooth
See lyrically and literally, I will shit in the booth
I'm cookin' up in the stu', I spit in your soup
I'm the one that you don't wanna collide with
I stay with the bars, no shit I'm a convict
Lil' black nina and I call her my side chick
Shawty catch bodies like jump in this mosh pit
And when it come to pressure, I'm the one that apply shit
'Cause soon as they arrest you, you the one that's gon' dry snitch
Mama always told me that my flow was the coldest
I've known this, got 'em in a panic
Got 'em fannin' like both the Dakota's
Twist a nigga top, pop, that's how you open a soda
I don't play games, can't you tell? I just broke the controller
Bars