7 Psycho Cypher

Welcome to the 7 Psycho Cypher
Presented by Seoulwave
I'm your motherfuckin' MC
Alan Z, bitch
Let's get it

I am not the one to play with
I made it being real, but you had to fake it
I'm going ham, going ape shit
So you can never forget me
It G Ma, on that Keith Ape shit
What you motherfuckers know about me
If you wise, you would never bring your hoe around me
There's no way to go around me
I'm the gatekeeper, whatever I say, goes cuz I'll be
Damned if I fall and let another get it all
Didn't need a synagogue
For me to find my inner God
Kicking all the weak shit will have you in a figure 4
My advice is drop the mic, kid don't get involved
Difference is, you with a clique, I'm with a squadron
Looking for suicide? Ima give you options
Alan Fkn Z, better It G Ma him
Got crazy good dick, she on my Dennis Rodman (rod, man)
If your friend a 10, then bring her along
I can seduce any chick by singing a song
Use to ignore, now they ring up my phone
My glo up so Gucci, they think I'm a clone

I get love in Atlanta
Decatur, Lithonia, Savannah
Arkansas, Alabama
Free my brother China Mac out the slammer
I spit rounds like a hammer
Extended clip, with unlimited ammo
Please don't act tough for the camera
Or things could get messy like Joanne The Scammer
I'll call you out like a school intercom
I ain't throwing shade, we can get it on
I'm on top, only time that you #1's
When you in position
For me to start pissing on
List of my enemies getting long
Of people that Ima be shitting on
When it comes to the A, I get busy
Run the city like Diddy, and you more like Diddy Kong
Not a boss, quit acting like one
So many girls, you have to like one
If she a stripper, stacked and 5'1"
Then she might get this stack and 5 ones
I have to stroke her, chick bad from Strokers
Gave it up for the Asiatic Casanova
When she asked to show her what I got for me to hit it from the back, I told her...listen

Atlanta Georgia, I rep it proudly
Ask your favorite rappers why to never doubt me
Better with time, my voice is like wine
Dope lines cosigned by Royce da 5'9"
I'll take your ho, you take a cab home when we smash
Her pussy ain't locked down, got the passcode to the vag
I'm past honing my craft
The way I body rappers is colostomy, how I put assholes in a bag
Hate these stupid bitches, wouldn't put them out on an ashtray
Who think only your online followers equal cash pay
But if you think of social media numbers that way
Then why the fuck is your favorite IG model on Backpage?
I'm the epitome of lyricism, don't listen to criticism
I can flip any cadence, just pick a rhythm
Dissing me? You must be sick of living
I'm the second coming of Marshall Mathers, ATL is my Rhythm Kitchen

Me having competition? That's comical
You belong on the Comic View, music is not for you
When it comes to rhyming, I will always tower over rappers like a power forward
I'm taller than you, no Mamamoo
Controversial just cuz I wanna rap
Ladies love me now, the Cool J of my time when I snap
Fuck the companies that passed on me cuz I wasn't black
And girls that passed on me cuz I wasn't white, but the fact is
If Jin is Vanilla Ice, Far East Movement's the Beastie Boys
Then I gotta be Eminem cuz my people need a voice
But you rather have me sing in the motherland
Grab the mic with my left so I can smack you with my other hand
Like I'm an idiot for trying to spit
But I built a fanbase all by myself that's buying my shit
Get rid of dead weight, make room for my bed space
So I can figure out which Levi Johnson to impregnate (Alex!)

Yeah...I just want to take this time out now
To address some bullshit, with some bitches I got problems with
(Bitch blow me!)

First off, fuck your rumors and the lies you say
Circle lenses, when I look into your eyes you're fake
You claim to be a singer but can't hold a note
On your knees, you're a boxer, going blow for blow
Charles Robinson's a racist, it ain't hard to miss it
Y'all can both die in vain as two mark ass bitches!
Mariah Carey acting bitch, you be Obsessed
Everyday for you's a case of PMS, go bleed to death
I'm a diva, you getting bodied by a Libra
Get my homegirl to slap you in the streets, so eat a D
Give up your dreams, you will never sign a deal
When you sing, you sound like a dying seal , bitch I'm for real
I let you bitches know I ride for life
Go blow your brains out and die tonight (haha)
Get a life and stop talking bout me, you trick
No wonder you got dumped, you're a piece of shit (pussy!)

I'm on the hunt for a better way
I need the money like yesterday
My stomach so light I could levitate
Meaning I'm hungry as fuck, I got bread to make
I think to myself will crime ever pay?
Got shooters, decoys, and a getaway
I need me a check, you show me disrespect
Then I'll beat you to death the Joe Pesci way
Beef you don't want it with me
I'll make you struggle to breathe
Don't care what you think
And I know it might Sting
But I'm not a fan of The Police
I wonder if I was white
Would I have an easier life?
But I rep my Asians with pride
Say something racist, you die
I remember when I didn't have nobody
Help me even with my hand out
Now I stand out, so it's fuck a handout
I'm the man now, we gon ride no matter how it pan out
For the money that's attracting honeys
In their 20s to their early 40s
Say they want me
Highly thinking of me, showing ways they love me
When I'm in the States or touring out the country, so
I'll leave you out to dry if you ain't sucking
Don't even come inside, if we ain't fucking, girl!

You know I had to go triple time on them motherfuckers for the last beat right?
Look...

Gimme the microphone and Ima show you what to do with it
I'm the illest doing it, who is it?
I'm a fool with it
Money over bitches, I hit it
Giving the bizness
Not committed, then I quit it when she start calling me "boo" and shit
Ripping it harder than any artist you ever heard
Telling you that they real but I knew that they never were
Faking the funk, and tryna stunt, for lack of better words
I'm better with every word, I dish it but never served
I can spit it like Migos or hit the fast flow
Swimming in women, I hit them with the backstroke
Give them the bone, I sit on my throne, the city's my home, assholes
I'm in ATL overlooking my castle
Play me a track, it's like I get homicidal
Cuz I'm murdering it, no one can kill it ever like I do
Making money across the 7 seas, til I'm 70
I done bodied 7 beats, this shit better go viral
Alan Z, Seoulwave Media...bitch!