A Bizarre Cypher

(Interlude 1:)
Posted in the back, V.I.P
Walk up in the club, i don't need ID
21 and up, but i'm only 19
Shades on, Looking shiny
Posted in the back, V.I.P
Walk, walk up-

(Interlude 2:)
I got 2 bad bitches, and they chilling in the lounge
Yeah, they chilling in the lounge
Got 2 bad bitches and they chilling in the lounge
Yeah

(Intro: Bizarre)
Ayo, wassup man
Its ya boy Bizarre from D12
And right now, you're tuned into G.T.P. Radio
The world is yours

(Interlude 2: Resume)
Yeah, they my fans right now (Upstates)
We shove the Balta Bottle
All these model bitches swallow

(Intro 2:)
Shout-out to my n*gga Dollasign, Upstates, and Mikey Phin
Cypher
Imma set it off first though
Bizarre (Yeah, Yeah)
You know what i'm saying?
Emcees, lets see what skills you got

(Verse 1: Bizarre)
Want it with Bizarre?
10,000, Where some more at?
I'm lying, 8,000 and some Percocet
Fuck with me, it got it for the lord
Climax slow, its right on my nose
I'm Crazy, Ill pull that trigger
I'm on stage dissing my own n*ggas
Like Kanye West
I ain't smoking stress
4 n*ggas in a cypher
I bet i'm the best
Smoking pipes, fucking dykes
Black lives matter, n*gga not tonight
Smoking Z's, Popping Z'
My n*ggas Upstate, they fuck with me (Haha)
Bizarre, they fuck with me (You already know what it is n*gga)
Weirdo, n*gga

(Verse 2: Withadollarsign)
Yo, they film when i'm in the room
High up in the interview
Bitch, I got shit to do
Don't get your shit confused
Yeah, i make your sister move
Cause i ain't got shit to prove
Now its time to pick and choose
Smoke em', we the sicker crew
2 different views, hoes growing
Dissing too, your toes don't fit the shoe
My flow go through the roof
Bout to blow, i just lit the fuse
Hit Bizarre, then I hit the news
Yo, I got my hands the largest
But all i needed was a brand to get started
Not a fan of the market, but i been managing artists
Now i'm there when i'm charging
Ramble your garbage
But i'm commanding the Sargent
(You know how we do it)

(Verse 3: Upstates)
Yeah, Upstates
They been cruzing for a bruising
Raps is watered down, valuated
Convoluted, they sound stupid
I don't fathom why they do it
I stick up to make a difference
Every rapper on my hit list
I don't really care who get
Cause they can spit, and get their teeth kicked
I started like the beat
Bitch you're breathing, ill restrict it
Have you gasping on your knees
You pray to Jesus i don't squeeze it
Ask a 4 bitch, i'm a freezer
And these bars are just a teaser
I run tracks, don't need a breather
I got a heater, that's my Nina
And lowkey is how i keep em
When i'm raging, she be gleaming
People screaming i ain't meaning
Back to court room, and i eat it
I'm beating the case, I laugh at the judge
Even in cuffs, I don't give a fuck
Go to jail, making a bail
When I touchdown, I'm raising more hell
Yeah, when i touchdown, i'm raising more hell
Zack and you pussies saved by the bell
Such a Bizarre story to tell
I been concentrated, so they hate it, outdebated
Being friendly with the strangers that met around the way
I keep saying imma do it, but i always end up shooting
Robbing, looting, something stupid
I don't know what i be doin

(Verse 4: Mikey Phin)
I don't know what i be doin
But i feel like i should do it more
I should be a star, but i'm wasted at the liquor store
Never been the type to get it right
I mean, i haven't seen the lights, but i just might tonight
Shit, that was fucking garbage
(Yo, Mikey Phin, what the fuck man)
(I think Bizarre did better than you)
Nah, Nah, i gotchu
I came back, and I ransacked
Everything inside your backpack
I flip stacks like flapjacks
So get you bitchass wannabes
You wanna see the trilogy of real emcees
Imma keep it really G, i'm calling out the industry
Silly me, i forgot, i should prolly get a job
Hip-Hop is lacking talent, and that's all i really got
Why do I feel like I need to lie to be the guy
Everybody wants to see, i'm getting paid to beat it by
And anyway, i'm sleep deprived
The better way to snatch your life
And i don't even know how the hell i'm even still alive
But i'm doin it, hell yeah, i'm hella cool with it
I got a couple bitches, and i'm filling up the uterus
Its Ludacris, I'm nasty
I'm blowing lines off ass cheeks
Its gas season, slash week
I could've been an athlete
But this is more fun
Id rather get high
And imma prolly do it till the day that i die
But before i say by, here's something you should know
I'm coming to you live from swagger town road
Yeah from swagger town road
From swagger town road
Swagger, swagger, swagger, swagger, swagger town road

(Outro: Bizarre)
The world is yours