YouTube Cypher, Vol. 1 (feat. Joey Nato, Duanetv, Hi Rez, Dizzy Eight, Chvse, Fabvl, Blindsight, Vin Jay, Scru, PFV & Randolph)
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Crypt - YouTube Cypher ft. Randolph, Vin Jay, Hi Rez, CHVSE, FabvL, Scru, & more
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[Verse 1]
Ooh, who made this beat? Nato, okay
[Verse 2]
Let's trace it back just a couple years
Nah, wait a minute, better yet, like nine
When I put my first music vid online
When you had to type in, "Youtube.com," 'member?
Man, I never got support, but I chose to
Keep it goin', it was something that I owed to
Myself, 'cause I never tap out
Man, I never give up
Man, that's something that I don't do
Look, revenge is sweet, and that's why I'm yellin' out, "More sugar"
People talk, I just sip my tea
And then I go for the head like Thor shoulda
Man, I'm not around for patheticness
Gettin' this recognition isn't effortless
Connecticut, reppin' it
I got it down to a science, you got a F in it, what?
Man, Lord have mercy, till God calls me, I'm stayin' litty
Why's the Devil tryna talk to me?
Can't that hotheaded low-life see I'm busy?
But I'm not really concerned
I just wanna sit back, write bars, and get kudos
It ain't a stretch if I get the bucks
But it's hard to say right like Antetokounmpo
Used to date a basic chick, but I needed a chick a little bourgier
Got a little bit of fame and got douchier
YouTube reactin' but nuclear
Yeah, I wrote a song called, "Gucci"
But I'm never gonna go and cop Gucci merch
I stay humble, I stay lucky, that's always, you heard it first
Nato
[Verse 3]
I know it's hard to believe
I exude art to the T
I am the mark of the beast
I am the monster in comics that comes out the dark when you sleep
So careful which options you've chose
Deceit is the commonest road
This is for popular folk, think they got it on lock and they don't
Because everything they live is lies and it shows
Me, I'm just tryna get purp
Move a couple units on the network
YouTube partnered on the low though
Got Susan now, you tryna get hers, let's go
This is the moment I seen
Give me a moment of peace
Closed both my eyes when I went to bed last night
And grabbed my dreams right the fuck out of my sleep
Now, I'm here
[Verse 4]
I'm back with a pen and a pad
It's been a minute since I killed the beat and been in the lab
Tryna finish this greatness before they callin' me back
Better listen to what I'm spittin' before I get mad
Got a ghoul with a past, got a tool and a mask
I put a fool in the trash, I play it cool and relax
Got a crew and a fam and I know they'd catch a case for me
But our hearts in the struggle and that's my day to day story
Nothing changed, but the change, Mama always prayin' for me
So much pain in my brain and the reaper tryna call me
So much rain for the fame, I ain't never really want it
Heh, I ain't never really want it, but fuck it
I got my mama and wifey to keep it level headed
Tryna seize the fuckin' moment like an epileptic
When I die, through my lyrics, I'll be resurrected
When I die, through my lyrics, I'll be resurrected
[Verse 5]
Look, look
I'm in my element
Rap veteran
All my opposition, I beheaded them
I'm ready for whatever, man
When it come to words, I'm a speacialist
Every verse I write, pure elegance
I murder a beat and burn up the evidence
Mediocracy, I've never settled with
I gotta give 'em something that was Heaven sent
Nowadays, skill is irrelevant
I'd rather be true to myself than synthetic with relevance
How many y'all can relate, huh?
The industry is really full of fakes, yuh
You gotta sell your soul to catch a break, huh?
And everybody really sound the same, for real
All of you rappers just copy and paste
And the only difference is the name, name
And even then, y'all put the lil' in front of it
You need to grow up for a change
Look, rap full of mimicry
Everybody lack the identity and lack the ability
All of y'all lack the affinity to rap
So all of y'all actin' as mini-mes
Y'all even matchin' physically
Lackin' in dignity
I see it vividly
You need validity
I see the person you really be
Stop with the copyin', be the person that you're meant to be
Look
Elevatin' as somebody else you never make it, why you hesitatin'?
Get to meditatin', no debatin', 'cause you have a purpose
You just gotta learn to activate it
Gotta detonate it, use the energy as motivation
'Cause you limited by the person you mimickin'
I'm tellin' you your potential is limitless
I'm not better, I'm just militant
I'm tryna empower a new generation of lyricists
Like, ugh
[Verse 6]
Look, shout-out to Crypt for puttin' me on one time
Chvse, man, I'm tired of all y'all hatin' me
I kneed the dough, like it's a bakery
Y'all make it up, like it's Maybelline
It's make believe, you livin' in a wakin'-dream
I'm feelin' lucky, boy, Nato made the beat
Get the whiskey out, I gotta take a drink
Then I hop to scotch like I paint the street
And start blowin' bowls like Raiders team
Shit is kinda funny, I don't even gotta try
All I gotta do is hit the stu' and get a vibe
Labels see potential in the music that I make
And so they flew me to the bank and they try to get the kid to sign
But I can see the vision they got hidden in their fine
Man, they wanna tell my fans I'm an independent grind
But I'm like, "Fuck that," I ain't livin' in a lie
Now they see me on the atlas like I'm hidden from the eye
[Verse 7]
I don't really wanna spite you
But I bring the foot down, kick it like I'm Ryu
Pin it to the dome, man, you sweeter than a Hi-Chew
Sights to it on the bullshit like it's high noon
Rap infested, yeah, it's rap perfected
Past rejected, now I'm crowd selected
Clout respected, not a clown objected
Sounds injected in my blood, infected
Sick of the politics, open their wallets for clout
Now this shit ain't for me
Empty the promises into their bottomless ego
No royalties, do it for free
That ain't it, got no brain and no grip
My name's Ran, I don't slip
Shout-out to Crypt
Come into my mind and sit
Try to follow along, it's too quick
Yuh
[Verse 8]
YouTube Cypher, bitch
[Verse 9]
I don't need a rhyme, fuck a punchline
Make you feel my energy without ever makin' a reference to a pink
Bunny with a drum, so dumb
That's a filler bar, sound like buh-buh-buh, bum
Didn't say nothing, but that shit was fun
What the fuck am I on? On the hunt
But it's time to make you jump, jump, jump
Bitch, I'm Blindsight, and the trigger thumpin'
That's the shit I'm on and
Feelin' my devotion
Boom, an explosion
Rumblin' like it's supposed to do
Crushin' 'em all into nothing
These mumblin' rappers are ghostin'
I'm hopin' they croak in the booth
The YouTuber rappers the baddest of crews
No need to imagine, we back it with proof
When you put me on the track, I go to bat with the views
I'm the smallest of the cats in the booth
Sacrifice the views for the actual truth
Look
Throw the caution to the wind
Throw a bar, hit your chin
I'ma show you regardless and let you know that I ain't playin' and winnin'
I'm takin' the game and I'm bringin' a pen
And I'm gonna make you see the end of your days
I'm a finisher
Now, they be waitin' for labels to rate me
I'm goin' independent, I'ma make you see the beast
The rage in me is deep beneath
I keep my cane close to feet to sweep away the weak, capiche?
Finish 'em
Mind is the sickest, I'm givin' it straight up surprise, we're not finished
I'm passin' the mic to the next MC, get 'em
Let's show 'em that YouTuber rap with the best of the best
And no question or guessin' the facts, whoa
The blind guy can rap
Putting in work on this track
So I can be the one that you remember when you play this shit back
I'm makin' a name for my life and I'm livin' it blind
And I'm not gonna let you defy me
Goodbye
[Verse 10]
Go and kill 'em while the lames are laughin'
Put me underwater while the waves are crashin'
I've been underrated, feelin' pain and passion
Drop hits, get paid, what a chain reaction
Left friends, man, they could've been involved
Now they wonder when I'm gonna put 'em in a song
Coulda been a Don
But I pull up and I'm gone
Man, they better get runnin', I'm a bully with a bomb
Now they mad by the ways I'm winnin'
Lemme get a beat and put a bassline in it
Why the gettin' bitter from the plays I'm gettin'?
Came a long way from the days I'm feelin' like I'm down and out
Was never winnin', but I found a route
I'm gonna kill 'em with a ground to pound
I'm like, while I get the crowd to bounce
I lay back for a minute, but I'm 'bout to pounce
Buddy, you've never been ill
Bummin', I'm better with skills
Somebody get him a deal
Run up a debt of a mill'
Nah, fuck that, come with a couple of bills
Live fast, I'm becomin' in love with the thrills
Y'all shit will never be televised
We finna rise
And I better eat you alive
Yo, they never gonna get a piece of the pie
We sick as fuck with no treatment advised
I be the one they compare to the greatest
You buggin' for nothing, it can't be debated
Look at the canvas I painted
I came to demolish and damage you haters
You don't get it, man, I'm fast and ruthless
I just bossed in like I'm Massachusetts
Old school vibe, but I pass the new shit
Rap game really 'bout to get a vast improvement, like
[Verse 11]
Look, face is in it, now the passion is felt
You think you on your shit, don't make an ass of yourself
Ask for this L, now they have to pass 'em this shell
Grab for the belt, I'ma have to drag 'em to hell
Lazarus spell, I'll be here for ever and ever
Gettin' better and better, lookin' for competitors to wet up
Get up, I just want my muthafuckin' head up
When **** gonna be dead and it's gonna look like it's a set up
Proper, I'm finna sponsor, I'm from the Midwest, I'm spittin' like a chiggity chopper
You **** bark and keep talkin' like you're gettin' water
With the piranhas, pop it like a cholo
Viva la rasta
When the **** tryna get 'em now, get 'em now
'Cause I'm really 'boutta eat 'em up
And shit 'em out
All the spitters now, simmer down, face is round
'Cause I really like to stand 'em up and sit 'em down
[Verse 12]
As soon as I hop on the track, man, they know this is me
Cold as it seems
But I don't give a fuck about what y'all doin'
'Cause I'm doin' me, over the dream
Not for the wait and the patience has left me
I'm right on the scene
Takin' my cadence and fakin' like I didn't notice this
Fuck your whole team
Gotta be clean, yeah
Hold up, man, they know I get it goin', so I
Notice that I catch it when I'm playin' both sides
Runnin' with the scissors, man, I'm cuttin' all ties
First place finish, I ain't even gotta try
I know, did it on my own
Runnin' up a check and I ain't even got a loan
Notice that you rappin' 'bout the paper and a chain
But ain't even got a home
Hot bars, but your bank account froze
Why do you gotta lie?
Tellin' all the people that you got it and you shine
Bitch, fly
Do it on your time
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you were livin' or you died, yeah
[Verse 13]
Oh, shit, what the fuck is this?
Hell of a plot twist, we flipped the script
Takin' the mic from Crypt, even despite the diss
Try to cop a chain to go beside the wrist
I'm just handlin' business, man
I am supply and demand, defyin' the pan
Now that we iron the man, no cap
But I snap on the beat till my enemies sand
That's my endgame, to be everywhere, like I'm Sense 8
You stackin' Ls like Llorente
You should just quit like your friends say
I'm your sensei, follow my rules
Been patient, I got nothing to prove
They been haters, still I never lose
Look at the numbers, I swear they confused
They made me out to be a mumble rapper
They just mad, because their numbers backwards
Gettin' checks, no lumber-jackin'
Each week a new tax bracket
Huh, and that's facts
Randolph is not Dax
Keep my ear close to the grapevine
I heard some shit and that's wack
Look, I don't mean to brag
I'm just gettin' to the bag
I'm still a fiend for rap
I'm flexin' but I ain't forgettin' the nights that I had
In the studio tryna get through to you
Loadin' the FruityLoops, jumpin through hula hoops
Scrollin' through YouTube to get outta minimum wage
Now my minimum's a million plays
Yeah, Randolph
[Verse 14]
Would it really be my cypher if I didn't spit it the quickest?
And end this shit with a verse that asserts a permanent finish
I brought in a bunch of spitters confirmed to be some of the realest
And that includes some of your bitches, I heard I'm hurtin' your feelings
But, guess what? I don't give a fuck
Yeah, bitch, 'cause you don't fit this like it was OJ's glove
Like the Old Testament, you lack new verses
It's a whole new mess if you attack me fist
Gettin' more likes on the IG than your wifey
High key, yeah, she don't really feel you, man
I'm an up and comer who was actin' reckless
Call me metric, 'cause the way I kill a gram
I got a couple killers on the track who's rippin' the scene
DuaneTV, Joey, Chvse, PFV
Dizzy, FabvL, Scru, Randolph, Hi-Rex, me
Vin Jay, then Blindsight, and he can't even see
I'm makin' patches with my enemies, I don't want that bad energy
Even Dax, so quit askin' me and taggin' me
In everything that he does, 'cause I don't give a muthafuck
And neither does he, and if I hear it again, I'm gonna have to run amuck
The internet has really got you bitches thinkin' that you're tough
And then I run up and confront you like
"Bitch, what the fuck is up?"
You wanna get rough, then we can tussle
But I'll pummel you until your done
Bust your lip up until it's numb, 'cause I don't fuck with you like nuns
I'll make your rap career shorter than Daisy Dukes
If you got a problem with me, then we can get in the booth
Get in the streets, or the ring, whichever you wanna choose
It'll all end with you fumblin' over your tooth
This a YouTube Cypher, yeah, we comin' at you
At the top, we got no bottom, like a Fu Manchu
Had a blast makin' a track with a dozen dudes
And 20,000 likes and you'll get a part two
Written by: Crypt
