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lirik lagu the cookout cypher – crypt (rap)

[intro]
samad cook it up, yer

[verse 1: gawne]
i’m the chosen one, luke not obi wan
i’ve been skywalkin’, sky’s the limit so i float above (ha)
been going nowhere like hitchhikers with a broken thumb (uh)
guess it’s time to show ’em what a goat is, hit a kobe dunk (woo)
never miss a shot, pistol pop, f*ck a [?]
roll up to the homes of my opponents with a loaded gun (brrrt)
whip it out and anybody ever talking sh*t are doubtin’
i don’t need a bag full of clubs to go put 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 breathing and cooking sh*t like it’s benihanas
yeah, that’s why your squad staying underwater, bikini bottom
thinking it’s time to go so wicked i never let enemy ever get on a roll
when i spit it with infinite, witness student of the game just made the honor roll
honorable scholar with knowledge that is greater than your colleges
while they call me a god, i gotta go

[verse 2: d.i.l.e.m.a]
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 too many shots, they suck, trippin’
quarantine barber, they see a n*gga cut different
the drum attached, make ’em rattle like fam, you
shoot and miss, that’s your last shot, last chance, you
my university is versus from adversity
that urges me to stay strapped up, steve urkel’s team
family matters, y’all be screaming again
but don’t just do it ’cause you see that it’s convenient to care (yeah)
this my reality show, them n*ggas been soft
act a fool, then revolve, i’ll give you a spin*off
i’m servin’ rounds [?] with they cheers touchin’
round after round ’til we all get a beer gut
fear what? ain’t n0body k!llin’ me
i zoned out like we got defensive liabilities
d.i.l.e.m.a!
[verse 3: grizzy hendrix]
yeah, god grizzy
i’m too gifted, i’ve been rippin’ rappers way before christmas (yeah)
got ’em open off the presents, ain’t no point in flexin’ (what)
been high since nine*seven
got these wack rappers beggin’ for a feature
his style’s too plain, nine*eleven
i’m in the buildin’, f*ck a deal, labels are fake
they ‘gon do you like the [?], put some cake in your face
and when your records ain’t sellin’, they quickly take it away
make you pay back every single dollar you made
it’s a cold game, labels got these artists so trained
how cornelius and rappers still thinking like slaves
that’s why we screamin’ “please give us back the [?]”
but i’m not speaking spanish or talkie like jorge
prende essay, show paper won’t get you paid
all i got in this world is my b*lls, scarface and nose, i won’t break
driving in my own lane, just some n*ggas with a attitude
ask, oh sh*t

[verse 4: elijah kyle]
yeah, ek, look
here’s a penny for your thoughts, a nickel for the stars
a quarter for the ones who are steady, defyin’ odds
something ’bout the universe just never makes sense
being rich does not equate to happiness, what a myth
learn a lot from paid in full, mo’ money, mo’ problems
that’s the underlyin’ truth
quick to stab you in the back for a couple of views
in temporary ten seconds, y’all be gone with the news
how much more i gotta prove?
sh*t, i grew up on the m’s and the j’s and the coles
little nas, big and pac, [?] a little soul
i feel this in my bones, it’s embedded in my core
would be nothing if it weren’t for the legends who came before us
got these people looking at me like i’m something absurd
stick around and learn something, got a way with these words
it’s loyalty first, throw that other bullsh*t to the side
see no ceilings where the way, ’bout time i shine, ek
[verse 5: king blitz]
it’s king blitz, yeah, we reppin’ this b*tch
and you know with the flow i’m official like it’s a ref in this b*tch
in the way i write my [?], you laughing a bit
now we on the big screen, we going up
like watch your step in this b*tch
and know the flow is still good in the drought
switching with the tongue*twisting in the midwest but i live in the south
king sh*t is only what i’m about
got a little buzz going but i still swat a lane for getting flied at the mouth
really, really, f*ck you, gimme, gimme, n*ggas really gimmies
really, y’all offend me, y’all in any, look around, army with me
and i promise the damage is prominent, confident in these constants
i’ma get to the bottom of it and leave you bottomless
honestly, i’m tired of these so*called rappers who fragile
they promised that i’ll be on the top ’cause we dominate
in the game, we ’bout to confiscate, you actually whack
and we don’t actually like you dawg, your sh*t got hack
call me a king because i’m actually that, actually facts
i’m the one in charge, you n*ggas battery pack, king

[verse 6: murkemz]
[?], do a rapper bad if he act rude
bang, let it rain on a n*gga, this a black storm
bobby shmurda when i throw it up
now it’s [?]
all i do is scheme when i’m moving with the mask on
y’all ‘gon learn the history
i was [?] worried
on the gym beam, hopin’ i don’t lie, bury
it’s cool though and teach a n*gga the science
hit every mark and period, i’m upper*class when i’m rhymin’
i pull out dismissal, hit you and get a n*gga bell ring
[?] and i screech off when the bell ding
heard your last project, sorry, it’s reg
you should leave the ass rap in the car to your meg
i see you shook little n*ggas be acting nervous when i come around
looking at the f*cking ground, see the sucker in your smile
tighten up, p*ssy, ain’t you happy i’m here?
new on the scene, murkemz, the rapper you fear, yeah
[verse 6: mile high]
ay, i’m feeling like a problem when i’m on that cushioned coffee
not a crab in a bucket so i’m shaking n*ggas off me
tryna catch this wave but i leave ’em looking salty
careful ’cause my pistol like my finger, she’s so naughty
me and my homies linking 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 b*tch my last name
if she step out of line, i’m cashing in insurance claims
side note, chain*smoking with the gang, rolling up some dank
runnin’ to the bank, i’m gonna elevate my name
i’m never in one spot, i like to move around
if you try and 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, ay
light a blunt, proceed to face it doing what i have to
i’m gonna make it, no more bullsh*t, i think it’s time to escape it
this is my reality and only i can choose to change it
driving by myself, hoping that i make it, gang

[verse 7: postcard]
i’m out of crips, about to put y’all in one, yeah
you standing out until we talking income (that’s facts)
y’all just crack up under pressure, you tortilla chips
came with tools and rachets like i really f*cking need a fix (brrrah)
waiting ’round the table like you need a tip
i’ve been in my fort all night inside, this was season six (godd*mn)
came here for tunes now i’m leaving with a fortune (ching)
fortunately, i’m tuned up and i don’t need another portion (nah)
flow is holy on the seas, yeah we all know this while they worship (what?)
y’all can’t match it, keep it lit, then i’ma make sure that i torture you (yeah)
got me in kentucky with an assh0l*
f*ck it though, tequila all up in the glass, go
y’all be steady, toying ’round, f*ck what you has bro
i’m up to here with how you think, i’m feeling mad low
[?] waiting to go, yeah
throwing the buffalo woes, yeah
i don’t get fixed at the court and i’m hot on the metal
my faith in the road (let’s go)
[?] and they fold, yeah
see that i’m winning the gold
i got my ice on one pen in the verse and they know that i really been froze (post)

[verse 8: hollaatkrazy]
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 k!ll him, boy, i just want him ate
so when the metal hit his mug, he just sunk in place
hunnid’ k highlight, chilling bahamas
come home to your crib and throw d*ck in your mama
then i dip, stick shift with your sister, ramada
three summer onlyfans with the chick [?]
it get vicious, her leg up, she turned, flip switch
swore she was kirby the way she sucked this sh*t
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 coming from
i don’t want to speak man*to*man, f*ck a one*on*one
when the war gets thick, people want to run
and if you not one of us then you one of them

[verse 9: gatsb7]
i’m like the slumdog millionaire, overslept the red eye
swung from the chandelier and stuck it like a jedi
rappers get abandoned if they only played a 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 stepping to the genus of a g*nius
women that i wrote about would say that i’m the meanest and they mean it
they callin’ me conceited and elitist
then they takin’ to their twitter and they tryin’ to delete us
and they see me doin’ well and wanna kick it like adidas, nah
nah*nah, know what you talkin’ ’bout homie
errybody snappin’ pictures, cheese and macaroni
a couple years ago, they would’ve blocked me like a goldie
now they’re calling me a star, i wanna pat me like my homie, whoa
ay, and now you’re talking matrimony
it’s cool you shot a shot but tbh, you smack the bogey like

[verse 10: dumbloud]
y’all already know it’s the five*seven goat
i do this rap sh*t for fun
we get bread, you should get you some (that’s right)
if it ain’t dumbloud, n*gga, it’s just dumb
my cell call you can get you one, that’s so crips too
got a three*bedroom crib you can rent too, fully furnished (sh*t)
the rent’ll be twelve*hunnid
if you really want a first month, twenty*four to secure it
you can get a hoodie, log onto the site (that’s right)
when it come to bars, i don’t write (i don’t write)
f*ck around and scar you for life if you rap for a living
’cause they be like, dawg, he is nice (nice)
i could charge you a price for these sixteens pump, punk
and i ain’t write a rap in like sixteen months, i’m still sharp as a knife
n*gga, i’m a shark, i will bite (c’mon)
and everybody [?] this brunch and then bring lunch
n*gga, bring a dark to the light
your battery within me jumped

[verse 11: weskeem]
there’s a psycho at the cookout so lookout
a fishy character on the boat so i’m glad we took the hook out
what’s this chapter in my life? get the book out
been creeping in the night but it’s time to pull the rook out
introductions, huh? i’m awkward, weird, and f*ckin’ lame
but i’d rather play the bully kid to 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 flapping lips you creep, don’t try, you can’t catch up
get it, catch up like ketchup? your meat is overcooked
comment down below which of my bars i overlooked
now they all be saying this dork ruined the song
“it was going so well, i didn’t let this freak on”
the real knows real and real knows you
and in reality, this plastic face is realer than you

[verse 12: seppi, gawne, seppi & gawne]
i’m reconditioned [?] but put that liquor in my system
i got problems i don’t fix so i just trade it for [?]
walk around with demons on both of my shoulders
[?] them shooters in my holsters
take a shot[?]
and i call it coronavirus, the cauldron will leave you crying
corroded, f*ck up your sinus, you p*ssies ain’t never try this
[?], you can’t deny this
scorchin’ and holy ghost to be smart and more than lover
flipping the script like java, the merciless rapper mata
got vice grips upon your collar
so worthless whacking [?] get smashed like bottles of vodka
b*tch, i’m a monster, [?]
stop at the top of the competition
listen, seppi k!lled it

[verse 13: samad savage]
yo, ishkood, jersey
yeah, if you knew what i deal with, demands
i know it’s understandable, i don’t feel sh*t (nah)
don’t got my math that’s housing in the grass yo, nil quick (ha)
coronavirus says she’s scared to catch me, i’m real sick (oh)
depressed as f*ck but i got a whole plethora
of this mess of 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
man, i do your girl and pop you with the can, i’m the real crypt
i blew up and conquered
n0body sicker, it’s been proven by doctors
i want my plaques to look like, ooo, 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 are here, see, this the writer’s block
before you draw the line, you cross the garbage, your mind is wrong
you know you’re gonna die, you’re looking cautious like, “why samad?”
i k!ll you making the same face i make when i lie to cops (skoodwidit!)
i’m not a blud but i live the life that they hate to see
i just balled in a corporate sport, they just plagiary
they want the beef ’cause they salty, revenge is savory
and if i ain’t the best on this cypher, at least i made the beat

[verse 14: lex bratcher]
hold up, yeah, look, ok
ok, if a dozen of us in the room, call a doctor
yo, i’ma be shootin’ some but some not hurt
five get hit, other six runnin’ to the outskirts
and five cl!cks, [?] turns twelve to one, that’s clout works
sike, i’m not being a mama duck, act first
i just get me bluds to come through, bruh, that’s lab work
they mad hurt ’cause the way i rap it, [?]
i’m f*cking all these n*ggas over so don’t even ask him why his ass hurts
hollow points and i got hollow drums
pop*out and the comments going, “are you a mama’s boy?”
it depends, let us see, oh see, you know what i’m enjoying
godd*mn, my man’s got the highest mood
gaslight, [?]
kamikaze with ‘rari the way i whip up
bill cosby tryna ride my horse
f*cking ’round with me, i come for man’s non*stop
i’ll leave ’em teary*eyed and choking, double hand got cuffed
look, are you ready to rumble? i go michael with the boss
i just give ’em number [?], that’s the blocka*blocka shot

[verse 15: vin jay, crypt, vin jay & crypt]
we ain’t trying to buddy*buddy you lame
so everybody in our lane gettin’ smothered in flames
the songs leak ’cause we hot, we ain’t one in the same
the only way you’d ever leak’s from your jugular vein (c’mon)
and y’all don’t want to come first with a diss
’cause we respond back quick with some personal sh*t
and i be coming for your neck with every word that i spit
just like oj, i show ’em how to murder a b*tch
still with my day ones, been reppin’ the same team
they ask me what i do and i just tell ’em i chase dreams
to make cheese ’til i’m feelin’ better than jay z
we keepin’ it a hunnid’ like the weather in az
now they mad ’cause i run it and i never leave
any girl up at my crib, i would let her be
she in the bed with me and crawling like a centipede
your b*tch pops xans and she’s still ‘gon remember me
and now we keep it pushing
coming at me, probably shouldn’t
’cause i’ve been winning, doing everything you know you couldn’t
flame’s on the beat, i ain’t never heard you scorch none
punch you in the face and watch you break like you were porcelain
if i go broke, i’ll be coming after your funds
b*tch, i’ve been driven since i’ve seen a way the porsche runs
no debate that it’s time to arrive
tell them all they don’t play no games
y’all get paid for the nine*to*five, i get paid for the 808s
just evolvin’, don’t stay the same, fillin’ with doubt, i won’t fade away
they will talk when i would take a loss but i become a boss and i made my name
b*tch, i’ve been at this for years, don’t follow my peers, i’ll follow my ghost
spitting the heroin, this sh*t is medicine, tell ’em i gave ’em a dose
give ’em a topic and they go gossip, y’all have been doin’ 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 your mama but your ego twice as big as mine
it’s one love, my musing console intertwined
constant evolution, we never think of the finish line

[verse 16: futuristic]
yo
they at the crib rapping while i’m at the telly checking my stocks
time is money so i’m checking 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 protecting the rock
i’m off the glass when i’m measuring shots
ain’t talking hoop, this medicine is a rock
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 got them some inspiration
ain’t playing, we talkin’ different
decades of making money moves, struggle food
made it out the mud when you was stuck in school
n*ggas ain’t know what to do, give ’em a whole manual (manual)
sold the catalogue, i gave ’em a whole channel (channel)
sellin’ shoes, f*ck it, i gave ’em the full sandals (sandals)
that mean no resort when [?] some more candles
flow make ’em nervous, they sweating off for the verdict (ok)
we just did another youtube cypher but this time in person

[verse 17: 100kufis]
i’m cutting off loose ends, meant to say lucy
flow so dumb but the opposite of stupid
think about what you did, should’ve never mentioned a kuf
a kick from the boot, i had your ass missing a tooth
see, lyrically and literally, i will sh*t in a booth
i’m cooking up in the stew, i spit in your soup
i’m the one you don’t want to collide with
i stay with the bars, no sh*t i’m a convict
[?] and i call it my side chick
shorty catch bodies like jump in this mosh pit
and when it come to pressure, i’m the one that applied sh*t
’cause soon as they arrest you, you’re the one that’s ‘gon dry snitch
mama always told me that my flow was the coldest
stop, lord has got him in a panic
got him standing like both the dakotas
twisted n*gga, top pop, that’s how you open the soda
i don’t play games, can’t you tell i just broke the controller

- crypt rap

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