YouTube Cypher Audition by F1rstAidMusic Lyrics
I’mma take the time to get my brain defined as megamind
I hate the rhymes but if the shoe fits, then I’mma slay the lines
And make some dimes, some payment, prizes, yeah my anger’s late in time
But when I’m rippin’ the track the fuck up, then I’m forgave, sublime
I’mma skin and dip you like a naked dive, then I’ll bake you live
Make the Times, DeLorean I’m sorry but I ain’t that fly
I’m a fuckin’ genius, but I don’t break, I make the lines
I’m behind bars, bitch I murder beats and frame the rhymes
In insane asylums, straightjacket lookin’ cooler tho
Fact, it’s beautiful, I’m wrapped up in it like a noodle rolled
Up on a fork, I’m such a dork, I’m rappin’ ‘til it’s 2 or close
I go from new to old like fuckin’ Migos down to Coolio
But you should know that I don’t screw wit’ yo, you fuckin’ newbie hoe
Who are yo? You a tiny dick like you a 2 inch chode
Shit is knew to yo, so y’all ain’t soaked with the juice I blow
How y’all gonna teach me a lesson when you’re the student though?
Got a brutal flow, spiced up with the sauce I bring
And my philosophies, you better be callin’ me Socrates
My hypotheses do seem like prophecies but not to me
They’re not from a god or deity’s thoughts to think, they’re probably
Not at least, not the least, I am not a prophet, please
I cannot respond, or bring to y’all the things that God believes
Or ponders, thinks upon or speaks, I cannot respond to He
Dunno what he wants of me, but I ain’t no messiah, please
Ain’t a mumble rapper, or crumbled cracker who mutters slander
If you one I bust in laughter, they be who I’m comin’ after
Also all the mean ones like machine gun thinkin’ they’re fuckin’ Mathers
Does it matter? Fuck it, after this they’ll be blood and splatters
Yo, for the matter at hand
Kelly, made of nelly, made of half of crap tats
You the gunner but I’m goin’ ratta-tat-tat
Kells, you sound like hell when you be rappin’ that bad
F1rst Aid
I hate the rhymes but if the shoe fits, then I’mma slay the lines
And make some dimes, some payment, prizes, yeah my anger’s late in time
But when I’m rippin’ the track the fuck up, then I’m forgave, sublime
I’mma skin and dip you like a naked dive, then I’ll bake you live
Make the Times, DeLorean I’m sorry but I ain’t that fly
I’m a fuckin’ genius, but I don’t break, I make the lines
I’m behind bars, bitch I murder beats and frame the rhymes
In insane asylums, straightjacket lookin’ cooler tho
Fact, it’s beautiful, I’m wrapped up in it like a noodle rolled
Up on a fork, I’m such a dork, I’m rappin’ ‘til it’s 2 or close
I go from new to old like fuckin’ Migos down to Coolio
But you should know that I don’t screw wit’ yo, you fuckin’ newbie hoe
Who are yo? You a tiny dick like you a 2 inch chode
Shit is knew to yo, so y’all ain’t soaked with the juice I blow
How y’all gonna teach me a lesson when you’re the student though?
Got a brutal flow, spiced up with the sauce I bring
And my philosophies, you better be callin’ me Socrates
My hypotheses do seem like prophecies but not to me
They’re not from a god or deity’s thoughts to think, they’re probably
Not at least, not the least, I am not a prophet, please
I cannot respond, or bring to y’all the things that God believes
Or ponders, thinks upon or speaks, I cannot respond to He
Dunno what he wants of me, but I ain’t no messiah, please
Ain’t a mumble rapper, or crumbled cracker who mutters slander
If you one I bust in laughter, they be who I’m comin’ after
Also all the mean ones like machine gun thinkin’ they’re fuckin’ Mathers
Does it matter? Fuck it, after this they’ll be blood and splatters
Yo, for the matter at hand
Kelly, made of nelly, made of half of crap tats
You the gunner but I’m goin’ ratta-tat-tat
Kells, you sound like hell when you be rappin’ that bad
F1rst Aid