NextGen Cypher 2019 by NextGen TV Lyrics
[Verse 1: Bingx]
I feel this music deep inside of my bones
When I'm lost I listen to it, I can find my way home
Extraordinary, you could even say my type is unknown
Pariah setting fire through the mic to light up the globe
This ain't rehersal, this is take one
Circle full of day ones
Life is give and take; I give 'em hell, but never take none
A.1. - saucey with the words for when the stake come
I feed the family tree, we insidious with the fake ones
Y'all know that, I want my credit when I'm owed that
Bodybag a beat, they smell defeat; I'm leaving toe tags
Head up in the cloud, I ain't down with nothing below that
I'm so gone, you couldn't find me off the LoJack
Still ain't got the views, yet I'm more than what I seem to be
Don't even like to rap, I like to sing; I do it decently
I make every genre, I just dial in a frequency
I'm writing till I write a hit, and boy I do it frequently
Barbarian, Bavarian batlecry
Let my art carry 'em, squad carry the alibi
Now am I white-skinned? Light-skinned? Or is it my skin?
I'm alive, let's call that pigment formaldehyde
Calm and I'm callous, from philosophical malice
I bring my thoughts into balance, and I'm a prophet like Malakai
Ain't focused enough about growth and commas, and I got an appetite
So when life give me lemons, I'm feeling calcified
Handcuffed to a coven of cuffins
While I cover their coffins
I wanna be uncuffed and I'm on the cuff, B
Down to ride, but always on the upbeat
I got that Smith and Wesson flow
Boy, I make nothing, but heat
And Women love me, they lovely, I'll just add the friend word
Ain't got the time to be caught up in nothing 'fore I catch my center
Already got baggage so when I travel you know I pack the pen first
Never had to censor, but if I did I'd tell you 'that's my N word'
Now watch me levitate, destiny I designate
The difference is subtle, yo, we the settlers, set it straight
Let it play, breathe, let it resonante
I fell in line when felon fell on my resume
And I pay the price, changing up my way of life
Y'all got shit to say, but never listen; learn to say it right
The clock is ticking, I'm so ahead of my time
That I've been doing these gigs, since y'all were gigging off megabytes
[Verse 2: Jay Wirth]
I've been ahead of a time for a minute, check
They all waiting on the clocks, they been [?]
Taking opportunities to coincide with my existence, check
We got differences, religiously, you tripping, look
Oh God, that's enough talk
You talk enough for two of us, you getting cut off
I'm in the back of the function with half a bottle of something
Got your bitch on my lap with a blunt spark, I've been with it
Look, it's Jay [?] the native
A fifth of Jane will help to fluctuate the circulation
Don't entertain these motherfuckers on they' first occasion
I've been levelheaded, trying to get embedded, [?]
I've curved the fiction then changed up to what's more accurate, look
These rappers off speed, I'm splitting them like [?]
And I got calluses on my hands from the repetition
Shit, I'm chilling while they get to sprinting, they still second finish
I've [?] in the Boondocks
I've been putting acid tabs in tube socks, [?] on my feet
And rode from Phoenix out to [?], they too strong
Trying to make it strecth like I got loose arms
[?] for business up in the Yukon
I'm too smart with the numbers, take a 100 out the budget
Now it's 99 to 1, and knows the new [?]
With blood diamonds for the gold, while y'all got [?]
Y'all ain't fucking my squad like we got two [?]
Fuck, when you gon' talk to me, nice (x3)
Somewhat lean with it, but I'd rather not dirty this sprite
[Verse 3: Chris Rivers]
I woke up with the power level of Goku
After Vegeta [?]
Like alpacas, the rap the purge to you bastards
The average passion is lacking
Gets capped like crackers more than [?]
Spontaneous, [?] like [?] alias, got
Napalm bombs in my palm's radius
I'm concaving the calm patient, the complacent
Known to slap; playing niggas like [?]
And you heard/herd like shepherd
My word like [?]
You passed, get gassed, captain my swerve like Tesla
More electrifying than con Edison doing gatorade
[?] Thor's arm wrestling
No sword can pass me, I'm quarterbacking [?]
Forced attacking like water crashing on shores, so splashy with that negative
Pitch a perfect rhetoric, [?] incorrect
Skipped the bed, and never slipped no sedatives
Couldn't stop my dreaming
Knees are bleeding from needs repeating
Schemes filling the worlds like I'm Atlas, but
Backs on crack, like blacks I black on tracks
Like [?] I [?]
I'm fact, that's facts, it's Rivers
[Verse 4: Jayophx]
Just a D-class local rapper, that doesn't matter
Who want the smoke? You'll choke
I'll rope your throat and make your vocals shatter
Like glass that got smacked off the top of the counter by cats
Leaving your body to rot in the Arizona sun, till it's filled up with maggots, and it's surrounded by ants
I'm not even playing, so pardon me
I'm just a spick that wants to stick his dick inside a Cardi B
Yo, Chris I respect you like a brother because your father will forever be a part of me, look
We' the gifted like that show on Fox
So tell them motherfuckers, if they don't like it, they can blow on cocks
Or get socked in the mouth or in front of their spouse
You want to come to our house for the clout, but the door knob's locked
These morons got excessive bruises from their forarm shots
Prolly steal some xannies from your granny's pantry
Pop them on your live cammy, just to watch as more morons watch
What you're doing to yourself is like a war on God
[?], who am I to judge?
My entire mindwork scientific when I am spittin'
Upstairs, I am why you're different
When I'm on drugs, shit lives so long that I should form a straight line just so I could fucking sign y'all up
You claiming that you pick up dimes, I fucking bet you drop a dime on us
Gamble with your life, bitch, you could try your luck
I'm all in, I don't bluff
And my shit dope that's why y'all stuck, when I roll up
Disgrace when in my face, but online talk tough, you pussy
See I was never one for the [?] we could discuss it
And when you see me you should duck, bitch
You prolly suck dick for Trukfit, take selfies making duck lips
Like grandma pussy that shit's disgusting
Momma thinks that I'm insane if you want to send out nade
I'll take out the blade, you come and take my cut then
[Verse 5: Denzil Porter]
Now, where I'm from we like shots more than strippers and tits
Just stick to the script, never best to slip with the lip
Stick to the script, forever blessed with chicks to your dick
Where homies get hit, and then it says that 'Jesus exists'
My mode, though, is so Komodo; venom drips when I spit
My promo is so Han Solo; get the grips on this ship
Impressive for how my [?] couldn't grease it with [?]
Your persona something like mono, you're the least of the fix, haha
The way I pass them, might as well call me [?]
I'm schooling motherfuckers that ain't even in me class, bruh
Sonning niggas with pampers some of them call me Stanford
Even my son's sonning, I'm young and becoming grandpa
I was trained to be retaliative, we ain't [?]
They wouldn't bust/bus back, even if they asked for a transfer
Bars barrel the [?] through rappers, Marilyn Manson
With christmas carols for anthems, classics on a different campus
They fucking with the culture, it's nothing, wait till they catch it
Knocking one out, even two more/tumor, like fuck cancer
Fuck you up, don't think I [?], nope
Married to the game, I got that answer, dope
Adrenaline if they can think you can, but don't
Hit the 9 to 5, zooming like that camera scope
That's a shot that's coming
Fall back to the [?] I need a lot of stuffing
This ain't for the cameras, I don't model nothing
I'm so underground I see no chopper running
Oh, you think she love you? You just love the money
I just want the top; don't eat a lot of muffin
Y'all be coughing, y'all be bluffing, talking about a lot of nothing
Think of beef as taco stuffing, like shit ain't real, but look
In a world where you can die from calling cops
Where you can't set the bar unless you're the guy that call the shots
And following the wave may have you try to dodge the rocks
We're just scraps up in a barrel, [?]
Choppers glide across the sky, they hit the lights upon the prop
Now the [?] illusion, [?]
When I get up in the building properly adjust the locks
See, I speak for all my peeps and common thieves up in the box
They just leap because they need to find their feet before it's dark
See they used to lock us for it, money seeping off the block
Plus my brother got deported, now they feedin' off the crop
Searching for a [?] of words, something scenic off the top
It's so hard, I got them feeling like they bleeding, but they' not
Take some bars and hit the heart and have them breathing off the shock
If it wasn't for the music I'd be leaning on a box
Or on the corner hitting sales/sails as if I'm leaping off a dock
Don't get me started, the stories of Markus [?]
[?] that ruled before we departed
The stories of all the ones that explored and exploded knowledge
I school you about the Zulu, they school you about picking cotton
Tell you something colossal like language spoke by [?]
They're removing our kings and that's in the words of Gadaffi
[?] that turned her a carbon copy
With tales of Winnie Mandela and songs of Muhammed Ali
You know I do this for you to the Huey Newton
The music of [?], the movement and revolutions
The blessings of Jimi Hendrix to Ruby Bridges, as a student
I wasn't too good with math, but with history I go stupid
With the truth I'm a nudist, through music is how I prove it
With my music I lose it...
Yo, fuck this shit, man
[Verse 5: Kannon]
Got superpowers to the third power
10.000 hours, I put in work till the world's ours
Well is it mine yet? Is it that time yet?
On second thought, fuck an alarm - I got my mind set
Ultraviolet, lightning in my dialect
Charge 'em up and I connect
Charge 'em all and I collect
Pass the torch and lighter necks, I'm burning it slowly
Flame on, man, and I'm a walking fire emoji
I'm a prophet of Muhammed, the last messenger
Airbending inheritor, the fecal matter of America
The loose cannon, at any moment can just go Bruce Bannin'
Who's handing me energy? Hades, keeping my cool in it
[?] my oxycodon
I got more rings than [?]
With a flow that overflows, on any flow I perform
Eyes closed I see protons, I open 'em and I see no [?]
In my [?]
They say 'everywhere you go, just make sure you stay on your toes'
But little do they know, I've been on my Micheal
Wondering how far I might go
I've been moonwalking [?]
[?]
You have a career? Well, I like jokes
Back to my eyes closed, I rap till the mic broke
Maestro, I'll take the light out the eye
So I'm a motherfucking eye sore
Apatite on dinosaur, ready for all kinds of war
Bike and write and tighten swords
[?]
What the fuck you fightning for? What the fuck you writing for?
I right my wrongs, I pull the strings
I pull the strings, I play my cards
Play the cards and [?] score
[?] pull up right to your porch
Excuse me sir, is this the issue?
You caught in a [?], paper boy
Imma press the issue when the pistol [?] instrumental
Thats just the fury in me
My love is buried in me
Can't afford to pay attention, but here goes my two pennies
Follow your intuition, I've learned a lot of lessons
And never paid for tuition, you can see that there's a difference
Between those who wish it, and those that are simply with it
Come on, man, I'm about to get it
Flying till the line is [?]
Grab ahold of my majestic balls of gold, I'm playing Quidditch
Don't matter who's gonna kill it, 'cause I'm the boy who lived it
Word
[Verse 6: Oswin Benjamin]
I found humility in a place that my vanity fell
I upped the price on my sanity since the soul ain't for sale
The angels I entrusted dragged my through hell
That's when I learned that life's a bitch
[?]
The problematic hustler; I'm Cassidy with more melanin
[?] casting that D, I play the part very well
Broke every dry spell, broke every wall that turned the water to wells
See, chambers open for supreme clientele, I can tell
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Nothing more important than the bitches, sike
Nothing more important than precision
You're either authentic or a gimmick, augmented or deminished
I've lived enough life for me to know this nigga's not livin'
I've lost enough to know I ain't winning
See, I've done learned the difference between a man's forgiveness and redemption
And I got closer to Jehovah through my sinning and I gotta see it all
[?] the circumfrence of my inner circle small
See, I've been that designated caterer for every malfunction
Overwhelming when you gotta serve 'em all
See I've done seen this cliff and this [?] that I am falling off
Nowadays is more bars and subject matter than what matters in my heart [?]
I know I'm lost
But this road less travelled with lead me to finding that real me
Because all that matters is that I'm embracing these flaws
Ain't dropping jewels for a hollow cause
Wake up, Nigga
I got God's favor, Nigga
Turn you leeches into Dracula when the stakes up, Nigga
What's up?
I feel this music deep inside of my bones
When I'm lost I listen to it, I can find my way home
Extraordinary, you could even say my type is unknown
Pariah setting fire through the mic to light up the globe
This ain't rehersal, this is take one
Circle full of day ones
Life is give and take; I give 'em hell, but never take none
A.1. - saucey with the words for when the stake come
I feed the family tree, we insidious with the fake ones
Y'all know that, I want my credit when I'm owed that
Bodybag a beat, they smell defeat; I'm leaving toe tags
Head up in the cloud, I ain't down with nothing below that
I'm so gone, you couldn't find me off the LoJack
Still ain't got the views, yet I'm more than what I seem to be
Don't even like to rap, I like to sing; I do it decently
I make every genre, I just dial in a frequency
I'm writing till I write a hit, and boy I do it frequently
Barbarian, Bavarian batlecry
Let my art carry 'em, squad carry the alibi
Now am I white-skinned? Light-skinned? Or is it my skin?
I'm alive, let's call that pigment formaldehyde
Calm and I'm callous, from philosophical malice
I bring my thoughts into balance, and I'm a prophet like Malakai
Ain't focused enough about growth and commas, and I got an appetite
So when life give me lemons, I'm feeling calcified
Handcuffed to a coven of cuffins
While I cover their coffins
I wanna be uncuffed and I'm on the cuff, B
Down to ride, but always on the upbeat
I got that Smith and Wesson flow
Boy, I make nothing, but heat
And Women love me, they lovely, I'll just add the friend word
Ain't got the time to be caught up in nothing 'fore I catch my center
Already got baggage so when I travel you know I pack the pen first
Never had to censor, but if I did I'd tell you 'that's my N word'
Now watch me levitate, destiny I designate
The difference is subtle, yo, we the settlers, set it straight
Let it play, breathe, let it resonante
I fell in line when felon fell on my resume
And I pay the price, changing up my way of life
Y'all got shit to say, but never listen; learn to say it right
The clock is ticking, I'm so ahead of my time
That I've been doing these gigs, since y'all were gigging off megabytes
[Verse 2: Jay Wirth]
I've been ahead of a time for a minute, check
They all waiting on the clocks, they been [?]
Taking opportunities to coincide with my existence, check
We got differences, religiously, you tripping, look
Oh God, that's enough talk
You talk enough for two of us, you getting cut off
I'm in the back of the function with half a bottle of something
Got your bitch on my lap with a blunt spark, I've been with it
Look, it's Jay [?] the native
A fifth of Jane will help to fluctuate the circulation
Don't entertain these motherfuckers on they' first occasion
I've been levelheaded, trying to get embedded, [?]
I've curved the fiction then changed up to what's more accurate, look
These rappers off speed, I'm splitting them like [?]
And I got calluses on my hands from the repetition
Shit, I'm chilling while they get to sprinting, they still second finish
I've [?] in the Boondocks
I've been putting acid tabs in tube socks, [?] on my feet
And rode from Phoenix out to [?], they too strong
Trying to make it strecth like I got loose arms
[?] for business up in the Yukon
I'm too smart with the numbers, take a 100 out the budget
Now it's 99 to 1, and knows the new [?]
With blood diamonds for the gold, while y'all got [?]
Y'all ain't fucking my squad like we got two [?]
Fuck, when you gon' talk to me, nice (x3)
Somewhat lean with it, but I'd rather not dirty this sprite
[Verse 3: Chris Rivers]
I woke up with the power level of Goku
After Vegeta [?]
Like alpacas, the rap the purge to you bastards
The average passion is lacking
Gets capped like crackers more than [?]
Spontaneous, [?] like [?] alias, got
Napalm bombs in my palm's radius
I'm concaving the calm patient, the complacent
Known to slap; playing niggas like [?]
And you heard/herd like shepherd
My word like [?]
You passed, get gassed, captain my swerve like Tesla
More electrifying than con Edison doing gatorade
[?] Thor's arm wrestling
No sword can pass me, I'm quarterbacking [?]
Forced attacking like water crashing on shores, so splashy with that negative
Pitch a perfect rhetoric, [?] incorrect
Skipped the bed, and never slipped no sedatives
Couldn't stop my dreaming
Knees are bleeding from needs repeating
Schemes filling the worlds like I'm Atlas, but
Backs on crack, like blacks I black on tracks
Like [?] I [?]
I'm fact, that's facts, it's Rivers
[Verse 4: Jayophx]
Just a D-class local rapper, that doesn't matter
Who want the smoke? You'll choke
I'll rope your throat and make your vocals shatter
Like glass that got smacked off the top of the counter by cats
Leaving your body to rot in the Arizona sun, till it's filled up with maggots, and it's surrounded by ants
I'm not even playing, so pardon me
I'm just a spick that wants to stick his dick inside a Cardi B
Yo, Chris I respect you like a brother because your father will forever be a part of me, look
We' the gifted like that show on Fox
So tell them motherfuckers, if they don't like it, they can blow on cocks
Or get socked in the mouth or in front of their spouse
You want to come to our house for the clout, but the door knob's locked
These morons got excessive bruises from their forarm shots
Prolly steal some xannies from your granny's pantry
Pop them on your live cammy, just to watch as more morons watch
What you're doing to yourself is like a war on God
[?], who am I to judge?
My entire mindwork scientific when I am spittin'
Upstairs, I am why you're different
When I'm on drugs, shit lives so long that I should form a straight line just so I could fucking sign y'all up
You claiming that you pick up dimes, I fucking bet you drop a dime on us
Gamble with your life, bitch, you could try your luck
I'm all in, I don't bluff
And my shit dope that's why y'all stuck, when I roll up
Disgrace when in my face, but online talk tough, you pussy
See I was never one for the [?] we could discuss it
And when you see me you should duck, bitch
You prolly suck dick for Trukfit, take selfies making duck lips
Like grandma pussy that shit's disgusting
Momma thinks that I'm insane if you want to send out nade
I'll take out the blade, you come and take my cut then
[Verse 5: Denzil Porter]
Now, where I'm from we like shots more than strippers and tits
Just stick to the script, never best to slip with the lip
Stick to the script, forever blessed with chicks to your dick
Where homies get hit, and then it says that 'Jesus exists'
My mode, though, is so Komodo; venom drips when I spit
My promo is so Han Solo; get the grips on this ship
Impressive for how my [?] couldn't grease it with [?]
Your persona something like mono, you're the least of the fix, haha
The way I pass them, might as well call me [?]
I'm schooling motherfuckers that ain't even in me class, bruh
Sonning niggas with pampers some of them call me Stanford
Even my son's sonning, I'm young and becoming grandpa
I was trained to be retaliative, we ain't [?]
They wouldn't bust/bus back, even if they asked for a transfer
Bars barrel the [?] through rappers, Marilyn Manson
With christmas carols for anthems, classics on a different campus
They fucking with the culture, it's nothing, wait till they catch it
Knocking one out, even two more/tumor, like fuck cancer
Fuck you up, don't think I [?], nope
Married to the game, I got that answer, dope
Adrenaline if they can think you can, but don't
Hit the 9 to 5, zooming like that camera scope
That's a shot that's coming
Fall back to the [?] I need a lot of stuffing
This ain't for the cameras, I don't model nothing
I'm so underground I see no chopper running
Oh, you think she love you? You just love the money
I just want the top; don't eat a lot of muffin
Y'all be coughing, y'all be bluffing, talking about a lot of nothing
Think of beef as taco stuffing, like shit ain't real, but look
In a world where you can die from calling cops
Where you can't set the bar unless you're the guy that call the shots
And following the wave may have you try to dodge the rocks
We're just scraps up in a barrel, [?]
Choppers glide across the sky, they hit the lights upon the prop
Now the [?] illusion, [?]
When I get up in the building properly adjust the locks
See, I speak for all my peeps and common thieves up in the box
They just leap because they need to find their feet before it's dark
See they used to lock us for it, money seeping off the block
Plus my brother got deported, now they feedin' off the crop
Searching for a [?] of words, something scenic off the top
It's so hard, I got them feeling like they bleeding, but they' not
Take some bars and hit the heart and have them breathing off the shock
If it wasn't for the music I'd be leaning on a box
Or on the corner hitting sales/sails as if I'm leaping off a dock
Don't get me started, the stories of Markus [?]
[?] that ruled before we departed
The stories of all the ones that explored and exploded knowledge
I school you about the Zulu, they school you about picking cotton
Tell you something colossal like language spoke by [?]
They're removing our kings and that's in the words of Gadaffi
[?] that turned her a carbon copy
With tales of Winnie Mandela and songs of Muhammed Ali
You know I do this for you to the Huey Newton
The music of [?], the movement and revolutions
The blessings of Jimi Hendrix to Ruby Bridges, as a student
I wasn't too good with math, but with history I go stupid
With the truth I'm a nudist, through music is how I prove it
With my music I lose it...
Yo, fuck this shit, man
[Verse 5: Kannon]
Got superpowers to the third power
10.000 hours, I put in work till the world's ours
Well is it mine yet? Is it that time yet?
On second thought, fuck an alarm - I got my mind set
Ultraviolet, lightning in my dialect
Charge 'em up and I connect
Charge 'em all and I collect
Pass the torch and lighter necks, I'm burning it slowly
Flame on, man, and I'm a walking fire emoji
I'm a prophet of Muhammed, the last messenger
Airbending inheritor, the fecal matter of America
The loose cannon, at any moment can just go Bruce Bannin'
Who's handing me energy? Hades, keeping my cool in it
[?] my oxycodon
I got more rings than [?]
With a flow that overflows, on any flow I perform
Eyes closed I see protons, I open 'em and I see no [?]
In my [?]
They say 'everywhere you go, just make sure you stay on your toes'
But little do they know, I've been on my Micheal
Wondering how far I might go
I've been moonwalking [?]
[?]
You have a career? Well, I like jokes
Back to my eyes closed, I rap till the mic broke
Maestro, I'll take the light out the eye
So I'm a motherfucking eye sore
Apatite on dinosaur, ready for all kinds of war
Bike and write and tighten swords
[?]
What the fuck you fightning for? What the fuck you writing for?
I right my wrongs, I pull the strings
I pull the strings, I play my cards
Play the cards and [?] score
[?] pull up right to your porch
Excuse me sir, is this the issue?
You caught in a [?], paper boy
Imma press the issue when the pistol [?] instrumental
Thats just the fury in me
My love is buried in me
Can't afford to pay attention, but here goes my two pennies
Follow your intuition, I've learned a lot of lessons
And never paid for tuition, you can see that there's a difference
Between those who wish it, and those that are simply with it
Come on, man, I'm about to get it
Flying till the line is [?]
Grab ahold of my majestic balls of gold, I'm playing Quidditch
Don't matter who's gonna kill it, 'cause I'm the boy who lived it
Word
[Verse 6: Oswin Benjamin]
I found humility in a place that my vanity fell
I upped the price on my sanity since the soul ain't for sale
The angels I entrusted dragged my through hell
That's when I learned that life's a bitch
[?]
The problematic hustler; I'm Cassidy with more melanin
[?] casting that D, I play the part very well
Broke every dry spell, broke every wall that turned the water to wells
See, chambers open for supreme clientele, I can tell
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Nothing more important than the bitches, sike
Nothing more important than precision
You're either authentic or a gimmick, augmented or deminished
I've lived enough life for me to know this nigga's not livin'
I've lost enough to know I ain't winning
See, I've done learned the difference between a man's forgiveness and redemption
And I got closer to Jehovah through my sinning and I gotta see it all
[?] the circumfrence of my inner circle small
See, I've been that designated caterer for every malfunction
Overwhelming when you gotta serve 'em all
See I've done seen this cliff and this [?] that I am falling off
Nowadays is more bars and subject matter than what matters in my heart [?]
I know I'm lost
But this road less travelled with lead me to finding that real me
Because all that matters is that I'm embracing these flaws
Ain't dropping jewels for a hollow cause
Wake up, Nigga
I got God's favor, Nigga
Turn you leeches into Dracula when the stakes up, Nigga
What's up?