Youtube Cypher Vol. 2

[Verse]
I'm regarded as dope because my rhymes impress
Make you feel nervous new meaning to butterfly effect
Got em fillin' up ya stomach got you screaming fucking loud
When I use a butterfly knife to fucking cut em out
Let em fly free, guys be, stymied
By these rhyme schemes I keep the lines heat, eyes be
Staring competition down, spittin' rounds
Of ammunition sicker than the sickest sickness sick is out-dated
I need another word to describe my sick stuff
Fucking knuckle up and I will give ya face a fist bump
The labs like a cryogenic chamber all the lines are cold
I got self drive like a car with auto pilot mode
Bright on wax, intimidating like a lightning flash
Writing raps and earning stripes i'm looking like a tiger cat
Carry dope rhymes in my head that's my cargo
I'm speeding down the road to success look how fast my car go
Scan these lines and see what they’re worth like barcodes
Dropping jewels that be worth millions when I start flows
I'm always hyped to hop on a track and wreck it so
I'm tryna hear beats like the doctor with the stethoscope
I body everybody everybody's seeing bodies drop
My pen makes the same fucking sound as when a shotty cocks
Props to Pac, ive got ambitions as a rhymer
I'm sitting in recliners with pens in hand jottin' hot