This track is the third 15-20 minute collaboration of artists hosted by Crypt, all titled the YT Cypher. The fastest rapper here is Dax, the Eminem stan who makes music.
[Intro: Dax]
Yeah, yeah!
[Verse 1: Dax]
Back from the dead to reclaim my shit (Reclaim my shit)
To the studio, straight from the crypt (Ha)
Locked, loaded, and I'm fully equipped to hit sick as a bitch (Bow! Bow!)
Can get cut in his limbs while I flick my wrist ([?])
I'm 'bout to moonwalk on it- this a walk in the park, I'm doggin' it (Yeah, goddamn)
Got bars like a gym, this light look close, I don't even break a sweat while squattin' it (Woo)
I took off just like a rocket ship- this beat's like Steve, I'm hawkin' it, cosmologist (Zoom, [?])
Not from Earth- if I beam down and rap, you might as well put some white chalk on it
My rhythms got rhythm, my flows got flow, I rep that six, OT, TO
That's three times two, that's two plus four- this dog's a god, reversible
Shoutout to Tech, that tour was dope, Krizz Kaliko taught me the ropes
OG reversed, that spells out 'go', which I must do now on my own (Ayy, ayy)
I can't stop, I do the opposite- when it looks like I'm on the bottom, I'm really on top of it
When they all thought I left, I was right in the heart of it, I can't help but to think I'm the hardest with
Scientifically, I'm lyrically infused with the godliness, I don't want to say it, but they've never stated the obvious
I am the ominous- if you think that I am a human, then show me the documents
If you think that you can compete, I admire the confidence, I don't have a sliver of pity exuding my dominance
I don't wanna hear an excuse or your stupid accomplishments, and all the shit you do to repair, what is weighin' on your consciousness, I don't wanna-
I don't believe in spirits, my gifts come straight from the Lord ([?])
He made my skin so damn thick, I can use it to sharpen swords ([?])
This rap shit was just a hobby when I started to get bored
And now my bars all boomerang, just like the hammer on Thor
I tight rope on this beat; when I rap, it's all core (Woo, y'all hear that?)
I'll upload it to Pornhub after, on 'hardcore' ("Uh!")
I can't sleep if they sleep- if they sleep, let them snore
My work speaks- if they can't see, then I must and will do more
[Interlude: Dax & King Blitz]
It's Dax!
King Blit' in it, bit'
Look, look, look
[Verse 2: King Blitz]
Anybody wanna try me, I dare it, tryna get a sample? Let's clear it
I whoop yo' ass like where the fuck are your parents, nigga?
Kill you, then bring your parents back together like marriage, split 'em
Flowin' aimin' at your brain, what that mean? Eyes detrimental
You cats more like kitty litter- know that I'm a dog, I hear the whistles
I'm runnin' with this game, catchin' plays, I'm too official
In order for you to beat me, literally have to provide me the instrumental
And even then- look, look
I'm ridin' my own wave, when I step to the mic, I'm killin' this shit
Real as it gets, must be bananas, and don't get caught slippin', I peel with yo' bitch
Hearin' them talkin' like they want the smoke, but you need a crowd, like this shit a joke
Oh, you a comedian? Might need a special, I heard you were special, like give him a note
Causin' damage, niggas can't manage this, second K.O. today
Smokin' on cannabis- realize I'm still that nigga, huh, no mannequin
They panickin' amateurs, all of my haters buildin' a colony
Really don't bother me, fuck your apologies, follow me, follow me, follow me, King!
[Verse 3: Ashtin Larold]
Heyo, I'm back- hi, Susan, I hope you remember me!
I been trainin', waitin' patient to unload all this energy
I'm an OG in this scene, feel like I been here a century
I could die right here and now and I would still leave a legacy
Don't play with me in this industry, you not with the shits
I took a break from writin' cyphers and I wrote me some hits
Then people acted like I sold out or forgot how to spit
But I'm back with my fuckin' arsenal, unloadin' my clip
They say I turned into a mumble rapper- mumblin' how?
Just 'cause I wrote about my life, you say I'm mumblin' now?
I'm just provin' I'm versatile with my style and sound
I'm underground, but I put these other rappers under the ground
I'm profound with all my lyrics, legendary with melodies
Powerful with my spirit, unbreakable to my enemies
Been here since day one, you are not on my level
Some things won't ever change, don't fuck with the Jersey Devil
[Verse 4: Ekoh]
Yeah, I know I made some noise when I stepped onto the scene, 'cause all these kids rappin'
Started actin' pussy, talking shit, guess I'm a bitch magnet
I'm on some ski mask shit, everybody hit the floor (Aah!)
Fuck rap, when I'm on tour, I'm holdin' up convenience stores
Let 'em know that I kill it with the flow, and the dude's super dope, but I haven't got a cape yet
I don't even got a big boy job, but I've got big dreams and a big boy paycheck
I know don't nobody wanna say shit, download skill like I'm pluggin' in the Matrix
I been doin' work, never gettin' a vacation, back on the grind, every time it's amazin'
I just gave birth to greatness, named it 'the bar' and raised it
Music so sick, I bet you wish that this shit was contagious
It's crazy how these dudes be gassin' up on instrumentals
Think you're indestructible? I'll break your shit like Tesla windows
Yeah, I just came back to shut you bitches up
I'm Disney Plus, like all your favorite shit just got rolled into one
My mission done, I'm doin' all my own stunts like I'm Ethan Hunt
If I'm not in your top five, bitch, then you're missin' one!
[Interlude: Crank Lucas]
Crank Lucas, baby, DMV shit, let's go
On mothers
[Verse 5: Crank Lucas]
Monotone medley; I rap like I'm sick of it
But my bars harder than Chinese arithmetic
You ain't subscribed to Crank Lucas? Boy, you sick as shit
How you ain't hip to this? My name is ubiquitous
I got the power in these streets, I'm the plug
Got a safe with forty-mill' stashed underneath a rug
It'd take two hours to dig it out
I got your chick cummin' so long, she still squirtin' while I kick her out
It's 2020, I been rappin' since the ninties
At this rate, I'ma be rappin' till I'm ninety
DC-born, and PG-raised
I'm at the one on this cypher runnin' PG plays
I'm the rudest but truest Lucas you ever seen
You the messiest, zestiest nigga, a whole queen
I'ma drag you out the game, my name is getting bigger
'Cause I rap isosceles circles around niggas
[Interlude: D.I.L.E.M.A.]
Yeah
You already know what it is
I break 'em up the same way I break 'em down
[Verse 6: D.I.L.E.M.A.]
I go crazy bar for bar, alcoholic on a pay day
Music stuck in my head, like I advertise for Ray J
It's psychological to have these minor goals
Dig deep, flip that, you'll see mine are gold
That green will make them slide off top, get wild, Gumby
And the four will waste you and lean you back like Al Bundy
Yo, Crypt, I got you with a masterclass for the students
One call, that's all, I suit up like Ken Nugent
YouTube vers' the machine, you know that we go realer
Let it ring and you gon' catch it like a Robokiller
Been in the field, so, they sent me to kill and pass the bar like Jimmy McGill
Still with the real, like a dark room, don't attempt me to film
Words nice, hands match, Mr. Rogers open
Uppercut will tippy toe them, like Bow Wow posin'
Shoot my shot once I pull, Jordan hater, fuck the bull
No jammin' on the one, like Stevie Wonder and Theo Huxtable
[Interlude: Carly X]
Look
The name is Carly X, by the way
Hah, look
[Verse 7: Carly X]
I think it's time to let 'em know just what the fuck it is
Crypt passed me the ball- ain't no runnin' back, but I'm runnin' shit
Came to set it off just like Cleo- yes, I'm a gunner chick
You weak rappers can't stomach the bars, 'cause I be guttin' shit
Welcome to the slaughterhouse- walk in, you ain't walkin' out
If you love your kid, don't bring your son, don't bring your daughter 'round
If they want the beef, they gettin' cooked just like a quarter pound'
Trust that ain't shit sweet 'round here, y'all rappers watered down
Huh, okay, I'm petty and gorgeous
Let me inform ya, I don't gotta show my ass for endorsements
Y'all chicks is borin', I be grilling rappers up like a Foreman
Then I turn 'em purple and blue, just like they play for the Hornets, I'm buggin'
I'm from New York, we just don't Milly Rock on any night
Flow so cold, I'm killin' any mic on any site
Top five- if you can't see that, the I.C.U.'s where you'll sleep at
I ain't Jamaican, but this murder she wrote is by CX, sucka!
[Interlude: Carly X]
Yeah
[Verse 8: Feral The Earthworm]
My goal is to be well, I don't care what people say
Don't have anything to prove, to put it simply, I'm okay
I'm healthy, my life has meaning, killin' it financially
Make music every day, get to chill with my family
I'm free- not just physically, but mentally
I live an existence that's minimal 'cause this makes sense to me
I don't tweet much, this cypher gave me anxiety
I've never been the type to try to get the public's eye on me
Yet, here I am, fuckin' walkin' contradiction
Always on the stage like some overconfident musician
But, often, my ambition conflicts with the inner hermit crab
A yearning for obscurity vers' the urge to secure the bag
Abstract survivalist in the ocean on a canoe
That I rhymed into existence just goin' off what I knew
I'm loyal to my supporters and try to honor art's integrity
Because I respect the poor and honest more than fraudulent celebrities
[Interlude: Feral The Earthworm]
This is the biggest internet break I've ever gotten
Crypt, thank you for encouraging me to push past my anxiety
[Verse 9: Samad Savage]
I'm ready to say the inescapable truth, I'm faithful to prove
That they know cable abled fakin' the news, they play with the youth
As they pull hateful takes, display them to you, like hang in a noose
Unstable a-holes aim for names, then they shoot, then blame it on who?
Emcees, when they wanna conceal the heat, and do drills, be real, it's to kill a beat
Imitate the films we see and be ill- but chill, it gets really deep
We spill a soliloquy as we heel the week, make 'em want to still believe
That we all will achieve through our skills, the dreams, you instilled we keep
On the back burner, prevail, rebel like I'm Nat Turner, speak Braille, 'cause it bump
When you feel it in the slum of the village where I'm from, they go Dilla with the drums, even still, I'm really young
But, got no fears, only fear المتكبر, show beard
Like here's my goatee, only right they want to put me in the G.O.A.T. tier, go here:
You could find me in the cut on the East side in a mean ride, giddy up like "Yeehaw", 'cause the inside
Of the Porsche got the horses, of course it is gorgeous, the form put it all in the back, and I'm strong with a bat
And I'm armed with a gat, get along with a "Grrat!" When it tap, your face get changed; Snapchat
They sigh for your cypher, my side for decipherin' rhymes when you rap, haha!
[Interlude: Samad Savage & 100Kufis]
Skoodwidit!
Uh
[Verse 10: 100Kufis]
Now they know that we plannin' somethin', the planet is hittin' the panic button
Try calling my poker hand if you think that this man is bluffin'
It's nothin' to make you fold under pressure, nevertheless
Something special extraterrestrial specimen, got professors lecturin'
Tryna decipher my message, dissectin' by milliseconds
I lyrically kill a record, I'm feelin' reckless
Use the microphone cord as a necklace, I'm so aggressive
The beat is my choice of a murder weapon, they know I'm reppin'
The 5-7-0 when it's time for a show, I rhyme with a flow that's toppin' the chart
One click got 'em sick, like Kufi the shit- you lil' shits poppin' a fart
Get shot in the heart from a shot in the dark, when I ride through your block in a shoppin' cart
My saliva is similar to molten lava; y'all should'a knew I was hot from the start
Wanna hear some scary shit? Y'all better take this serious (What? Yeah)
Of course I got the force of a thousand horses pulling a chariot ([?], uh)
.40'll pop yo' cherry, bitch- lyrics so delirious (Bow, [?])
When Crypt had sent the beat, I know the world was 'bout to hear this shit
Kufis!
[Interlude: Futuristic]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sheesh!
Yo
[Verse 11: Futuristic]
Let me start it off- if you recruitin' troops, then you should call 'em off
These rappers talkin' hard, but they sweeter than bowls of Häagen-Dazs
Sick; I think I caught a cough, caught a body, caught a charge
I'm the plug, always was- look at how most of you started off
Never need a bodyguard, look how they lookin' up to me
Every time I shake a rapper hand, it's like I touched my seed
I puff the tree, get paid for appearances and I cuff the fee
I cut they feet, they get Kunta Kinte'd when trying to run with me (Woo, woo, woo)
I'm quick as fuck, could come off the top like a pickup truck ([?])
My lights is always on, you can tell from the way I switch it up (Uh)
I got a girl, I used to fuck bitches, never kissed a slut
So, when you ask me what I'm doing, my response is "Nuttin' much" (Sheesh!)
Punchlines is like uppercuts, not from Logan Paul (Nah)
I'm talking 'bout the ones if they hit you, they would'a broke your jaw (Woo)
Back to the rap shit, I needed a break (Hey)
I see my mistakes, still on the rise, the king livin' great (Hey, hey, hey, huh, what?)
Woo!
[Interlude: Futuristic]
Sheesh!
[Verse 12: Merkules & Crypt]
I was fifteen wit' a big dream, tryna figure out what to do, I was empty (Ha)
Now, I'm simply the best emcee, got the industry goin' through a frenzy (Ha)
Nobody dope with the pen like me, leave a blood stain all over your fresh white tee
Gotta go for their throat, so I'm at lightspeed, like fuck fame, you don't wanna test my reach
Who's next? Want beef? Get addressed by me (Ha), fuck around and hit em in the L-I-Ps
You can S my D tryna flex like me, with these kinda bars, we expect ID's
Try to end my streak till the TEC-9 speak, yellin' 'ABC', I'm an XYZ
Y'all slept on me, so I felt like we should finish what we started till you rest in peace
It's a million and one, and I'm still on the run, get the chills when I kill all these children for fun
Every lyric's a drug, are you feelin' the buzz? Everybody want smoke till I fill up their lungs
Oh, you thought it was a joke? I'm as real as they come, got a half a billion views, and I'm still in the slums
In the Matrix, red and blue pills on my tongue, had to kill switch- ill shit, deal with my crumbs
Unmatched with the energy, ain't nobody ahead of me, I'm beheadin' my enemies, everybody a centipede
If anybody thinking they ill as me, I'ma let 'em be deaf, and I got pent-up aggression from the Hennessy
The pen in me is not no friend of me, but eventually, my YouTube views keep provin' my legacy
Y'all fall back, I'ma do what I'm meant to be, I hit 'em so hard that they losin' they memory
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' the kid right now, I don't even really wanna hear y'all out (Woo!)
Take a look around, I'm the shit right now- everybody else need to sit back down (Hey)
[Verse 13: Crypt & NoLifeShaq]
First off, lemme start this cypher by sayin' we run this shit (Bitch)
Cypher spitters representin' like the Senate in this bitch
Cypher four is on the way if you just give me a bit (Yeah)
But it's a shame that some dudes had to ruin their chance at it (Yo)
'Cause when they ain't get picked, they start to diss and hide their bars in remixes
I got a law degree in this, there ain't no fuckin' bar I missed (Nah)
They only diss 'cause they know it's an opportunity at hand
But when this opportunity knocks, he'll be shittin' his pants
Damn, it's kinda funny, the second that I make amends
Wit' all these people from my past, I got new enemies in (Haha)
From here on out, if we got beef, then that's happily ever after
'Cause I'll only bury the hatchet in the back of a rapper (Bitch)
All you bitches all bark and flaky, like a sycamore
Heart is tellin' me to stop, brain is sayin' "Sick 'em more"
I'll chop you down to size, like my name was Lizzie Borden (Chop!)
I'll give you rigor mortis, leave you stiff as a board (Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!)
Then, I'll grind you into paper and write my diss on your corpse
But this diss is a certificate of your death at the morgue
Oh, Lord, stop me, I be so obsessed with snaggin' bodies
It's a hobby, probably show up at your door and get to knockin' like, knock-knock-knock (Oh-hoo!)
Everybody wanna try to be subtle when dissin' until they get caught-caught-caught
Then they be actin' so innocent in my vicinity, bitch, you'll get pop-pop-popped (Ha)
Then the motherfucker gets dropped-dropped-dropped, don't nobody come and take a shot-shot-shot (Aah, aah)
Then I get to laughin' like, "Ha-ha-ha!" Then I'm gonna grab the mic and spazz like I never had done before (Aah)
I know all, like the Hat from Dumbledore
And anybody comin' at me, know I'm full of madness, and I'll beat you bad until your ass is numb and sore (Haha)
Check the scoreboard- (Why's that?) never took an L, that's for sure (Yep)
Bitch, I'm at the top, I'm your lord (I am), but you at the bottom, like a floorboard, facts (Yep)
Take this L, hold it well, and don't you fight back
'Fore I leave you with no life, and I don't mean Shaq (Look)
[Verse 14: NoLifeShaq]
That's tuff (Yep)- man, I'm finna go hard (Hard)
I got a couple fans watchin' and they here for the bars (Bars)
I got to a million (What else?), and they say it was luck (Luck)
Now, I'm almost at two, now, they screamin', "Dat's tuff!"
Finish that, man, finish that on the beat
Crypt say I gotta eat, so I gotta kill 'em (Kill 'em!)
Shaq always been a real one, so they gotta feel him (What else?)
And I ain't ever switch up since I got a million (Nah!)
If we talkin' 'bout makin' that Skrilla, one of the realest (Ayy, ayy)
To ever get to a dollar, never get in my feelings (Nope!)
Concealin' all of my weapons (Huh?), put 'em up in the ceilin' (Yeah!)
Don't make me call my gorillas, banana clips get to peelin' (Brr-ow!)
I'm NoLifeShaq, respected well in the game
Slow it down, coach, dat's tuff, y'all know my catchphrase
So, respect my name, and don't you dare try to soil it
Or I'll put your ass next to Ja Rule in the toilet
[Outro: Joey Nato]
Who made this beat?
Nato!
YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 was written by NoLifeShaq & Crank Lucas & Feral the Earthworm & Ashtin Larold & Carly X & Ekoh & Dax & Futuristic & D.I.L.E.M.A. (Rapper) & Samad Savage & KING BLITZ & Crypt.
YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 was produced by Joey Nato.
Crypt released YouTube Cypher, Vol. 3 on Sat May 09 2020.
Crypt is throwing shots at Knox Hill, who subliminally dissed him in his “What’s Poppin'” remix.
Thank you so much to everybody who hopped on this cypher. I appreciate the love and support more than you guys know and hopefully you find some new artists that you love.
- Crypt via YouTube