#JerseyDevilCypher Rap

[Verse 1: Mat4yo]
Call to tip a repeat offender
The Devil’s here, but I’m even better
If you don’t remember, I’m the slightly censored
And slender light-pigmented contender
Not Ashtin, not Casper the Ghost
It’s a rapper who goes by “Mat4yo”
Got a knack for roasting your Average Joe
Here to answer the Ashtin Larold flow
He texted me saying, ‘Yo, bro, it’d be great
If you rapped on my cypher’…I’ll paraphrase it
‘Your flow is amazing
And this is the kind of collaboration for both of our names.’
Last line on the track, I was coronated by the royal greats
They put a throne in my face
But I don’t want no crown thrown in my face
If I gotta be a ruler just to show them I’m straight
I’m bringing the yardstick
Now, kids, are my bars sick? No
Tell me what they aren’t, whack
I’ll have nun of this
Let me see each one of the fingertips on your class list
If you’re classless, and keep whistling Dixie
Then you’re about to get brand-dished
Mad at me ‘cause I don’t rap explicit
That it’s not the bird, but it’s the hat I’m flipping
That I just don’t fit in, I’m naturally different
But I actually listen to the fans I’ve been given
I’m a passionate rapper with language contingent
On pushing my grammar to maximum limit
But I can’t when the clamor’s combatting my image
If trash like this casts a shadow, I’m in it!
It’s looking like a triplet of sixes
Getting whisked in a River of Styx is the Jersey Devil
He has a hit list and it looks like my name is in it
Tell the ferryman I’ve got empty pockets
But I’m stopping this devil hot-head
I’ll test him with vim and vigor
I’ll give him an exorcism
Or, next to the X, my signature
Where this Devil Leeds, nobody knows
But I’ll grab him by the tail and stick a fork in the road
I swear I’m rapping to a jury of his clones
Will somebody tell this blasphemous Sabbatic Baphomet that I’m the G.O.A.T.? (no)
Through the eyes, I am quite avoided
‘Til they hear my voice and find I destroy it
Now I’m performing for guys who formerly
Had a specific finger held high and pointed
At boys like me, now my next employment
Should be writing for them by appointment
Just ask me how I find their voices
I abhor it, I find it boring
But if you somehow love that lingo
And wanna throw me right out the window
Well, first, I’ll tip-toe, then go akimbo
With quotes you can sew on a throw pillow
Such as, “Lean and dab, Lean and dab”
Screw Shakespeare, this where the genius at!
Only three more lyrics I need to add:
“Lean and dab”
Please snap…
Honestly, I am quite astonished
The chart lists all of these awful artists
I’m not the hottest, can’t turn a profit
But with paper, I make concepts incarnate
If a kid my age thinks this is garbage
I’mma stick his name in my diss department
I’mma hit the target when I clinch the market
Of the hip-hop heads in the kindergarten
Metamorphose to make some more foes
Form a cornucopia of horns in my wardrobe
If I knock ‘em hard, but they still slam the door closed
All that’s left is a mat for yo
The costume doesn’t make you worthy
No chicanery can change that you’re earthly
Whether the Devil’s wearing Prada or a Jersey
This is my game, and I’m not showing mercy