BeanTown Cypher 2017

[Verse 1: Thomas Artillery]
Fuck these niggas
And fuck these hoez too
I keep it fresh like the produce aisle in whole foods
Been ripping tracks like a mother fuckin dinosaur
Soaring through the skies high faded off a blunt or four
Like fuck the floor
Damn that’s an F bomb for each line
Now it’s time to recline
Get dome then peace sign
No time for these H O’s they E Z
But I wrap it up cause I ain’t rolling like Eazy
Never catch me in a casket
Cause real niggas live forever boy
Living in the slums with the bums
I gotta make some noise
Beat the beat until broken leave that shit forsaken boy
I could been rap
Come up with with quick shit
Slick slim fast boy the fuck fuck is you think
Nigga them figures I think I need more of them
Poor like a pitcher
Got the juice like a pitcher
Ain’t a damn thing funny when prior to being richer
Cause living in the jungle them lions will come get ya
Then lions will come get ya

[Hook/Chant]
BEANTOWN SHIT! BEANTOWN SHIT!
BEANTOWN SHIT, NIGGA! BEANTOWN SHIT!

[Verse 2: EAZY MONEY]
Ice on my wrist, I be flexin' shades
Pussy niggas watchin', all they do is hate
Why these niggas plottin', why they actin' fake?
They be out here hissin', like some fuckin' snakes
You know I'm coming through, you know I'm running late
Rapping since a youngin', rapping was a fate
I'll wet your shorty up, she water like a lake
I beat the pussy up, she all up in the sink
Then I leave the crib, I'm riding through the Bean
Riding with my bros, you know we make a scene
Just call me "Steven muthafuckin'-Spiel"
All my niggas out here, yeah, we keep it real
Danger in the Bean, that's why you keep the steel
See a op nigga, tell him "take a hike"
All my niggas ride it out... ight

[Hook/Chant]
BEANTOWN SHIT! BEANTOWN SHIT!
BEANTOWN SHIT, NIGGA! BEANTOWN SHIT!

[Verse 3: Lucid Prophet]
Hop up out the radius, nigga, this my new alias
Lucid how the painter is, windowsill
I might fill up Ls, seen a widow still
Mean we caught ya by ya self. Need the ASE (ace) right by the L Pulling cards in a high state, Alaska where the sell
Run it like a drive by, brodi in the cell
Running dreams bout the sky light
She hop on the call like, "I don't love my love life"
Like hall lights on rugs they be rough with the sight
Say the reaper be a DUB till he come wit the SCYTHE
WAIT but Lucid spit a DUB when he prophet the CYPH

[Hook/Chant]
BEANTOWN SHIT! BEANTOWN SHIT!
BEANTOWN SHIT, NIGGA! BEANTOWN SHIT!

[Verse 4: D-Nasty]
Ight, Nasty you know who it is. Santana, you know [?]
Denver on the jersey but it's BeanTown all day, ight
Holla at me. Let's get it
Ight, ight, ight
Nasty in the house, that's a great in the house
My nasty lyrics leave a nasty taste in your mouth
Through the rain or the drought, through the pain or the doubt
Niggas runnin' through the streets, but I'm tryna make it out
'Cause niggas only turn good once their souls expire
But I'mma burn 'Woods till I start a forest fire
Yeah, I know you wanna ride with the prophets
Pile up your pockets, fly with the rockets
Something in the sky with the comets
But on the ground, when it's a drought, I got the loud, I promise
Girls look at me and say, "He's nasty"
Well, why else you think I'm D-Nasty?
I'm sassy, I'll smack your ass if you walk past me
Tap out on the blunt you can't outlast me
You can't get at me. I'm too fast, you can't catch me
But it's all about the cash if you ask me

[Hook/Chant]
BEANTOWN SHIT! BEANTOWN SHIT!
BEANTOWN SHIT, NIGGA! BEANTOWN SHIT!

[Verse 5: Frankie Tarantino]
You know it's Frankie Tarantino, I'm the muthafuckin' director of the whole shit
You know what I'm saying, you know what I'm saying?
Ight?
Ight, ight, ight
Yo, we living to die, so how're we different from cattle?
Rock a different pair of shoes every so often I travel
I'm always preppin' for battle, I'm building up like a scaffold
Taking chances like a raffle, I'm well defended like castles
So when I flow, you'd best to check the technique
I bring that special kind of heat that leaves you [?] like smoked meat
As they say it's "on fleek", we harder than concrete
I'm setting standards, steady looking at you tryna reach
I'm across the board, baby, better king me
Or end up getting sacrificed, we [getting past the kidneys]
Bad biddies 'cross the city
Lose myself in a cup of Henny, I'm an ice cube
I label me a Nigga Wit Attitude
I come through picking up the slack, keeping it cool like Rick Rude
Yo, I gobble... we gon' edit this part out
I said we gon' edit this part out, I'm coming for the clout
I'mma toss this shit, real quick, to my main man
We all black in this bitch, so fuck a spray tan
Said we all black in this bitch, so fuck a spray tan
We all runnin' out the devil, so fuck Satan! Amen

[Hook/Chant]
BEANTOWN SHIT! BEANTOWN SHIT!
BEANTOWN SHIT, NIGGA! BEANTOWN SHIT!

[Verse 6: Nate Nics]
Yo, it's Nate Nics
What's good? How y'all doing? You already know we out here
[Excited, yet, incoherent gibberish]
Yo, check it
Nics, Again. Flowing till the story hits the end
Spit so sick cold symptoms could commence
When I'm on the track it's like a lion in a den
Drop a line and it's a gem only I can comprehend
Listen up, yo. I just made you my addressee
I paint a scene like Bob while staying flyer than Betsy’s
Flag. Stay off the rag and be careful not to upset me
That'd be a bigger blunder than Kendall teaming with Pepsi!
I was told how to do everything
Before I went astray and found my own way
I would lie awake and pray for what I make
Hoping that people would take to Nate for rap's sake
And I was told that art carried pieces of souls
That if I'm bold I would grow with my music
Put the pen to paper and expose how I use it
Be ruthless with flows to show why we do this
But if a soul is behind all art, why do rappers still glorify the streets
The game reeks of the blood dripping at our feet
Guns slipping undercover make another mother weep
This is weak so for weeks I been spending long nights writing
Tryna find a meaning to my own words
Now I got my mind and my rhymes infighting
To determine if I speak or let it burn
Set tweaking on my own work til' I venture out
Maybe drop a couple lines; give the crew a shout
But mostly I been building up my name and claiming clout
Play the game or stay the same what's the fame about
No doubting the kid when he say that he got a flow for days
I'm a rolling ocean pure emotion is the wave
Amazed by the moment that I stop and spit for plays
It's crazy how I never found myself inside the maze
I'm a level up because I treat it like a game
And my crew is in the mood to prove to you we're not the same
Maybe if I had the time to let myself engage
I wouldn't have to grab the pen and spit like I'm enraged
But there's a new script: the rappers the new slaves
Cause the money buys whips and they grinding for new chains
No shame for these rappers who want fame
Cause they climb aboard the ship for some work and a new name
It's fact

[Hook/Chant]
BEANTOWN SHIT! BEANTOWN SHIT!
BEANTOWN SHIT, NIGGA! BEANTOWN SHIT!