Masked Men Cypher 2

[Verse 1: Big Loony]
Come take a look at mind, and tell me; what do you find?
My screws loose, I can barely even maintain
I really shoot like a cannon, my vision carries a burden
I find myself in the tunnel, homie, I'm full of rage
Don't ever get me to stumble, I kill the prophets of devil
Cause the fetti keep stacking, is known to go take names
Bringing the pain, taking their names, batter away
Tear em up, venom, I kill with the pain
I'm a little bit insane
Loony the name, breaking the chains
Shooting the main frame
Syllables that I be spitting, I heard em all pompous, I'm bigger than a gauge
I'm having suicide thoughts, but they don't hear when I cry
So I be forced to just end up grabbing the razor blade
I find myself in the dark, and they be talking a lot, so
Smoking this mary jane and bringing remedy
Assassination like Kennedy, blow hollows into your kidney
Resurrecting, the cross is where I leave em at

[Verse 2: Z of Firing Squad]
Look, I'm talking this impeccable, breath filled up of the ethanol
I'm standing at my level, was next to godly, I'm effin y'all
I filled the pen with fett, n' mask on in the bed and y'all put rappers on the stretcher whenever I'm in your retinal
You spittin' septic, and prep weapons up my haters
Gonna put fire 'til they litter the set, whether or not avion
Practically an alien, set ready, I'm taking off
They put me out my galaxy, childs, we gonna take it low!
All these other rappers just carving up all the factions
I'm carving 'em 'cause I'm starving, this arson is all that matters
My jargon is speakin' marsian, in parts, no way to blast you
Motherfuckers just rapping to pop and be one to running after
Killing all these pussies, I'm dropping bodies like rapid
Then go on and feed my kids, these chips are all that I'm after
So miss me with that bullshit, the cool shit, my stacks are on
The pin on you bitches I'm eating off this laughter

[Verse 3: G-I Rilla]
I bet y'all never heard of my name
I'm gon' talk till diminishing my foes and my critics
Got the planets for every time I get in my grin
With the bars you are suckers that conceive only legacy
I never was the best rapper, always been a wallflower
Now I hunt it down like a werewolf, dog catcher
I hit you longer than the death of the curse of the
Haters surprised full of nothing but wonderless
Anticlimactic to my friend and y'all are nothing but ass-kissers
Patrick is stealing witness nothing more blasphemous
I'm just a masochist, I might just leave a moment
But for the sake of Hip-Hop, I will banish the small beings
I focus on the negativity, y'all be giving me the bullshit to put me in a 51-50 spree
Lyricism like Tech N9ne mixed with Bone'
A matter of time before the dragon lets me come home

[Verse 4: ARW]
Back on again should gimme a plaque honoring one of the people who’s on for dose to merk in black coloring
And for the people don’t and are unaware of the dopest we choke a beat until we hear the croak and fracture a rib
Now look in the mirror, tell me the man you see isn’t wearing a mask
And he shatters the barrier to put the mask in your hand
And I finally find him behind me with a knife at my spine entwined with the ribs now combine that with threats that he’ll batter me dead
But then again I kinda got the urge to run out of my room and with nothing that I could lose except the mic and the pen and a pad
Or fight this again and again
Now even science couldn’t expand a rubber band that’s thick enough around my head because my thoughts are limitless
I take the instrumental and I turn it to an Icarus
By beating it in the face with a fist a couple blades cannot miss em
Only way I’m exisiting is in your veins I’ll engage in a war and within you will go ballistic

[Verse 5: Leach]
Waking em up and I'm sneaking up quick
And I'm taking them out of the game
Forcing the flow like it's stormy
I'm bringing these weapons, I'm going insane
Digging the style to your brain, listen the fuck what I say
I'm making sick rhythms til I'm dead with no life cause I know this ain't going away
This is that weird shit, that type of shit you really wanna hear quick
That why you wander, it's not here shit so turn it up nice and clear
It's unforgettable and forged by the lords of this shit
Ain't no better with this style and you know I'll never quit
Till I'm dead in the ground with a halo on my head, in the shadows of the dark just bones and death

[Verse 6: MicSteam]
Imma run em, imma gun em, imma run em to the corner
You messing with someone that be dumping out the corner
From Arizona, where we close to the border
Drop the body bag off, close to the border
You fucking with someone who really got a mental disorder
Of course I, never been the one to put it down for the laugh, I
Will I be better if I, hit em with a beretta, hang em up and then I kill their competitor
I'm not has-been, I'm a masked man with a fast hand, got the cash in
Bout to dash in, with the motherfucking plastic
Do you really think you can match it?
Flame bigger than a match stick, I got to hit em with the max, bitch
You ain't nothing but a motherfucking dipstick
Got your bitch lips, stick on my dipstick
I'm bout rip this quick open like Christmas

[Verse 7: LyteSpeed]
Declarated vet and I'll obliterate you gimmicks
I'm the innovative cynic, kill your little brain in minutes
Get eliminated, been a favorite, sick and Satan wicked
And I'm going to the cemetery, get your grave and lit it
Get a brick and maybe flick it, wait, I'll hit a hater with it it
Til your lips were laying with it, bitch, I'm pissed today and ripping
Every rap that be spitting and they think I may be timid
Take a dirt nap with the crickets laying in it
Gotta be a prodigy, a monster when I properly
Abolish to the point that maybe God will even follow me
Chopper with a hollow, it's like Halloween in Gotham
I'm so Gothic like a goblin, I'm a gobble up the wasps and bees
Wabble, we can squabble, see I'm not a saint or prophecy
I'm probably a rocket wielding robber, make you drop and freeze
Fallacies you got for me, your body's getting chopped like cheese
Dropping, you'll be saying that a battle rap is not for me

[Verse 8: Hurricane]
I get it tripping out and thinkin' people want me dead
Niggas bring the cannons tryna blow away my head
Putting the mask on, running up on me, leaving you leaking red
They cannot hit me with all of the bullets until I be losing control of my legs
So I'm always ready for these niggas and they bullshit
The AK-47 in the trunk, got a full clip
Dumpin' it up on them niggas, leavin' em in the red zone
Slumped in the front seat like watch people their head gone
We don't be coming about that
Gotta pull up in all-black
Will not be makin' a mess with the nigga, the deal is what you call that
Knocking them out of with bullets until they be leaving you still like a ball bat
If you wanna be Jax, I'ma give 'em Mortal Kombat
Serve it on a platter 'fore you come and get this murder
Silver bullets, worship nigga me like it was burger
Fly away to countries that you pussies never heard of
Want me? Come and get me, I'll oblige you with the service
Motherfucker

[Verse 9: Coutz]
Anonymous rapper, tell em what’s happening, batter them, no slacking
Keeping my iron mask on like I’m Metal Face
Ravenous raptor, flow so immaculate, passionate poet
You a masochist if you attack us, you will get erased
Callous catalyst, smacking em actors, came to damage em
Dazzle em with my capacities, I keep on elevating
While they brag that they fast but they got no talent
And that’s a fact, wanna battle, I’ll stab em with shattered glass, I’m dedicated to
Making my enemies suffer, I hit em with the tachyonic speed
While they mumble and stutter, I don’t need to bother with em, they know I’m a beast
I bet all of you suckas will crumble as soon as you pick up the mic
You will see what it’s like to get humbled in front of the crowd
I’ll be taking you down in a second, you feeling the heat
Masked Men Cypher 2, last thing you wanna do is offend us
I laughed when I learned you wanted to clash with Coutz
Back then I was confused, flashbacks of me acting a fool
No coming back, if they stand in my path, I’ll just slash through em

[Verse 10: A-Game]
When you see me coming with a mask on, that ain't anonymous
I promise you'll be bayflited on my kamikaze shit
Remember no one there for me when I had to pot to piss
So when I reach the top, I'll pop a squad and you can gobble shit
Talk a spit around your head into a monolith
These motherfuckers got their head stuck like they an ostrich
Like ain't it obvious that A-Game always drop the hottest
You don't want it with the bears, you'll get tormented, call the obelisk
I got a hot temper and I ain't never stepping out of it
Even if I smoke a lot of pot
A lot of rappers think they got it till they flop
Like a fish up out of water and the microphone drop
I ain't never finna stop
Cause I'm so dope like can't take the nap
Haters and traitors a thing of the past
You play with A-Game, that's your ass
Get cooked like a steak on my plate and get dragged
Reptile shit

[Verse 11: Mistery]
I'm still in that state of mind of straight killing, i hate this life
The percentage that will not die, are the villains right by my side
You're facing the pain inside, you know it's me and I create crimes
Yet I'm lacing this lullaby on your face, so now close your eyes
I advise you write down all of your fears, so I could drown you in tears
Interfere, with me we gonna see how far you get right here
Try to steal my consciousness then I'll make you rest in fields
But you fetal when I call that shit up on you, now tell me whats the deal?
What's your quarrel? You don't wanna see me get behind you through a portal, I'm immortal
Not even a genie or magic sword'll kill me
You make me chortle, with the way you say your words in rhyming, sort of sad that you would see me and pass, record and laugh, make stories
Murder it? I'm sure to, I will train and break your mind in, torn in half, your flow, retract it, cause I have to last up in my course, see
Master the force and choke your ass, in fact, I love the mass amounts of agony I made you go through, put it on my tracks and attack you poor tools

[Verse 12: Abyss]
I'm the human definition of a mental disease
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, got the pistol and squeeze
I'ma bring you, bout to hang out, literally
Cause you ain't nothing but another fucking victim to me
I pull the mask back and now you got decay in your face
And you ain't bout to feel nothing except the blade in your waist
I'm just a psychopath and I'm about to lay you to waste
I eat you rappers alive so I hope you stay in your graves
I'm a motherfucking monster every time I'm on the beat
And you can bet that you're in danger every time you walk to me
I'ma kill you in the night and be the marshal on your sheets
I'ma leave my information so the cops can talk to me
I'm chopping em up and I'm dropping em off in a motherfucking riverbed
You don't even realise but I'ma dope you with the infrared
I don't really give a fuck about anything since I'm dead
Cause of all the time I was alive, I had wicked shit in my head

[Verse 13: Dvagoh]
Faccia coperta, fantasma dell'opera, mi aggiro e tutti ignari con questo slow mo flow
Ma non ci sto, non son John Doe, e non trovi me morto con l'identità anonima
Manifesto a chi coopera, e alla sciagurata vittima solo un secondo prima che poi passi a miglior vita, errata la tua conoscenza tolema/ica, non brilli di luce propria e non credere che questo mondo intorno a te ci gira
Eppur si muove, sì mi piace lasciare alla preda quel barlume di colore mentre cola la sua arteria
La chiudo in un bodybag tipo caramella ora sai che mi devi reputare una cosa seria
Memoriali edificandi dove sta bestia si ferma, il mio restare mascherato consono con la tragedia
Che portano onde sonore per cui passeggio stasera, quindi tu guardati intorno quando ti alzi dalla sedia

[Verse 14: SM]

[Verse 15: SplytSecond]
As soon as I get the rap on, get the cac on
And twisting it up the capron, feelin' the gas on
The swagger rippin' the fat bong then I slack off
Don't make it cause of catcalls, got the mask on
I feel like I'm bout to spaz, I feel like I'm bout to gas
I'm thinking about the cash and multiplying the stash
But also about the path, a murder leavin' the gashes
All of them getting bloodier with every slash
Now what do you think of that?
I'm prepared to crush spinals
You ain't making music, you can barely touch vinyl
Another face in the lumberjack convention
The Jason Voorhess in the Stanley Cup finals
No face, no case, embrace your fate, die slow
Your rate, so late, so they gon' hate my flow
Aggravated the sons of my method to tipping em off
And then putting them under a spell so bad, they would think it was a typo

[Verse 16: The Dark Reindeer]
This battleship never sinking, we're shootin down your vessels
We're hotter then fuckin kettles that is boling over lava
The rampage of fucking dragons cruz we're always breathing fire
So take your pick cruz no matter what, you're never be that survivor
From the fucking massacre the crysher never seem to stop
Masking all our faces like this game is just about to be rob
Don't care bout the grudges, they are falling deep within the pit
Of shit that we don't seem to give, so watch my fucking watching Lips
If we are the drug then all your fans will overdose
Because their so addicted to the rhyming of my crew you know
Their breaking all your CDS and your tapes because they found the best
So run into your quarantine because this game we do infect
Console without control is now back within the building
Flow is so violent we do more then fucking bruising
You be losin, we are fucking rising
We keep on with the shootin like we're cowboys of the rapping

[Verse 17: LiL hOllOw]
Mask in my hand, feel the devil walking
Choir sing this shit, don't see no light, bitch I'm awoken
Emerging from my crib
Aquatic graves, dead bodies floating
New wave of fire spit, entrenched in flames, a place of broken
No point of tryna fix
Shovel me in darkness, psycho carry you to place
Mask on when I run up, you won't ever see my face
Talking shit, I got you with the razor on my waist
Leave your organs in a bottle, left'em then I hide away
Try the shit with activists, I lay up in the grave
Demons talk around it, get the devil of a base
'Fore these rapper pull up on me then they catch a case
Hollow mean it fucking empty, bitch, the fuck you tryna say?

[Verse 18: DNA Tru Lyricist]
I'm back can a little xan then hit six nine with strychnine
I can't even begin to explain how sick I-
Am a little upcoming artist that don't respect the craft
R.I.P, I'm at their eulogy, I don't give an epitaph
Like, what the heck is that?
They was belittling the rap game
They need help like middle letters in my last name
Cause David Phelps ain't gonna stand for that
They fumbling over the beat mumbling, can't understand the cats
I'll take the instrumental from 'em, never hand it back
And spit a thick 40 grit, time to stand these cats
It's Tru Lyricist shit, try your hand at that
Hacksawing your hands off, now you're handicapped
I chug a fully lit heat lamps, handle that
I'm the masked man back with the gas can and match
Committing arson over the beat, it starts
With the flow that heat up to a blue flame, catch the carpet
They rose to the sheets on your bed and then the curtain over your head
And you can't send: "The roof is on fire", before you're dead
I am the Tru Lyricist, who comerit this?
Brew to terronistic brewn, characteristical proof
This dude is too coo-coo to conclude
You'll get pulled like a loose tooth when you choose to protrude
Into the booth when you're getting beaten, battered, and bruised
It's either that or a noose, it's cracking adam's apple's in two
Abracadabra dabbling magic like ala-kazoo
Change my style for the crowd, let the calico ruge
I am the Tru Lyricist
DNA appearance with the rearranging schedules
Gettin' sick of licking TNA
But I don't eat her ass, I eat her pussy, then I eat her face
I'll beat the case, then back at it again
They've either seen the way I murder shit, I'm earning it
You better be determined in this tournament
I'll turn the tables quick, I spit it to murder it
And I'm not sassy, just want to break it
I'll spit and straight burn a bitch
I'll curve the bitch and crack her like a bunt for you perturbing it
I'm urban with the city, slick and stickin' a pickaxe in your vertebrae
You're turning into be turning to permanent courtacy of the first chick, murder the wolf creek
I'm cursin' it with the worst speech givin' a person
I know the turgid conversion is like a virgin when she bleeds from the urge
And quick concerned of a person's penis
The meanest entity demon occurrence, I got it burnin' for certain
Like you leavin' the furnace
I'm seen with the words and I'm piecin' the puzzle, spacely perfect
You hate me, it's worth it
Every track, I take it to merk it
Rape it to spurt it
Leave her butt-naked and murdered
The autopsy that I am the surgeon
It was for you, you won't top me, cop me, you refer to the
Rap game rockin' knockin' your murder spree
Rap game taught me not to be slurrin' these words
I type 'em and rap 'em clear with that urgent spit
Surging it, light it, I fight through the dirt and grit
Po-pimping, flipping the pen, slapping the words in it
Masked Men 2, that's a wrap like a tourniquet, bitch

[Verse 19: VuLvUs]
This just trash, I guarantee
Music is my therapy
But apparently it can't take care of me
I barely stand the air I breathe
They tell me "keep going" but I'm scared of dreams
All I see is parodies of terror scenes
Smoke on the kerosene, go to my lair and scream
Shit, I hope your glarin' shreeks ain't repeat
Like a parakeet to dilemma's fleets
I'm the rarest breed of embarrassing paris scene to think it's bad parenting
It's just I know the only thing repairing me
Is getting in Sarah's jeans till she swears and creams
Oh, the barrels sing when I pull the trigger
If I'm signed to you, I'm known as a foolish man, but coolest winter
But I'll still turn your school to embers
Let's go on a new adventure
And listen to my stupid scriptures where you get ripped, bruh
Sick of being treated like shit like my name's Kunta Kinte
If you hate what you suggest I do to vent hunt, how I knew I snitched ya
Only time I get love is when your bitch clicks once and becomes a victim
Of Stockholm syndrome
In love with me cause she thinks I'll get income
Gives me a dick rub from a quick cum to a metal kit drum
When I slit tongues with stick'em
This is what happens when you're negative on the search for merits
I'm scared of the hitter apple materials
They think I'm a terrorist and call the fucking sheriffs
All dog emotions I'm airin'
It's funny how a hobby became an errand
Lost so many companions chasing a mansion
I hope y'all vanish and fucking perish
Why am I so misunderstood like I'm a parrot
Speaking Spanish in Paris and it's causing so much fucking damage
That I want to be banished, become a phantom
Got the energy to make your hair fritz
Couple mosh pits on my transcripts
Still gotta travel by local transit
Still feel like a one man clique
I panic, before the emails I'm spammed with
Music this, music that, I just want xanax
Fuck all these people tryna gain advances
I already know how all the fans switch
While my brand is expansive from the Ukraine to Kansas
Fuck being aromatic, fuck marriage
Fuck a horse in a carriage
Females only love me for my antics
So I only want to choke her with my baby carrot
Yah, baby carrot, yah
Bitch, swallow my ranch dip
It's apparent, I'm arrogant
Until I'm a parent then
I gotta care give, while being a heretic
Now it's time for my solo guitar airin'
Yuh, aye
When I'm GASSED, why I SMASH
I say "look at my PAST"
Heart is BLACK, AGH
Shattered like GLASS, cut with the GRASS
Pull up with the MASK, and make you COLLAPSE
Take all of your CASH, that's the only way I'll LAST, YAH
Only way I'll LAST, drown all my problems in a FLASK
Fuck the struggle, I'm the NEXT BEST
Everything I love turns to ASH
Gone in a FLASH
I'm fucking TRASH
GAH

[Outro: VuLvUs]
Now, you see
They call me a psycho
But that's not very fair, is it?
How are you to judge me? Without even knowing me?
{laughter}
I'll leave your fucking casked from that laugh
{laughter}
I'm not really insane, guys
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm not- I'm not really crazy, am I?
Not really crazy, am I?
Huh? Huh?
Nolan? Am I crazy? Am I crazy?
LyteSpeed, am I crazy?
Why is my voice so deep right now?
Why is my voice so deep right now? Oh my god
{laughter}