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YouTube Cypher, Vol. 1
by
Vin Jay
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Woo, who made this beat? Nato! Okay Let's trace it back just a couple years (Yeah) Nah, wait a minute, better yet, like nine (Nine, nine) When I put my first music vid online When you had to type in 'youtube.com', 'member? (Woo) Man, I never got support, but I chose to (Nah) Keep it goin', it was somethin' that I owed to (Yeah) Myself, 'cause I never tap out Man, I never give up, man, that's somethin' that I don't do Look, revenge is sweet And that's why I'm yellin' out, "More sugar" (Sweet!) People talk, I just sip my tea And then I go for the head, like Thor should'a (*snap*) Man, I'm not around for pathetic-ness Gettin' this recognition isn't effortless Connecticut, reppin' it I got it down to a science, you got an F in it, what Man, Lord have mercy Till God calls me, I'm stayin' litty (Woo!) Why's the Devil tryna talk to me? Can't that hotheaded low-life see I'm busy? (Get away!) But I'm not really concerned I just wanna sit back, write bars, and get kudos (Kudos) It ain't a stretch if I get the bucks But it's hard to say right, like Antetokounmpo (Woo!) Used to date a basic chick But I needed a chick a little bougier (Bougie') Got a little bit of fame, and got douchier YouTube reactin', but nuclear (Nucle') Yeah, I wrote a song called "Gucci" (Gucci!) But I'm never gonna go and cop Gucci merch (Nah!) I stay humble, I'm stayin' lucky That's always, you heard it first Nato 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 where 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 (Get purp) Move a couple units on the network (Network) YouTube partnered on the low, though Got Susan, now you tryna get hers, let's go! (Let's go!) This is the moment I seen Give me a moment of peace Close both my eyes when I went to bed last night (Ayy) And grabbed my dreams right the f**k out of my sleep Now I'm here (Haha) I'm back with a pen and a pad It's been a minute since I killed the beat and been in the lab (Woo!) Tryna finish this greatness before they callin' me back Better listen to one spittin' before I get mad (Woo!) Got a goon with a past who got a tool and a mask To 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 Pour 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 (Yeah) So much rain for the fame, I ain't never really want it (Hah!) Heh, I ain't never really want it But f**k it, I got my mama and wifey to keep me level-headed Tryna seize the f**kin' moment like an epileptic (Woo!) When I die, through my lyrics, I'll be resurrected (Yeah!) When I die, through my lyrics, I'll be resurrected (Woo!) 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 specialist 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 somethin' that was Heaven-sent Nowadays, skill is irrelevant I'd rather be true to myself than synthetic with relevance How many of y'all can relate? (Huh?) The industry is really full of fakes (Yeah) 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 when y'all put the 'Lil' in front of it You need to grow up for a change, look Rap full of mimicry Everybody lackin' ident**y, and lack the ability All of y'all lack the affinity to rap So all of y'all actin' as mini-me's Y'all even matchin' me 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 persons you mimickin' (Mimickin') I'm telling you, your potential is limitless (Limitless) I'm not bitter, I'm just militant I'm tryna empower a new generation of lyricists, like, ugh! Look, shout-out to Crypt for putting me on one time CHVSE Man, I'm tired of all of y'all hating me (Yup) I need the dough, like it's a bakery (Woo!) 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 (True) Get the Whiskey out, I gotta take a drink Then I hop to Scotch, like I paint the street ([?]) And start blowin' bowls, like a Raiders team, hah! (Haha!) Sh*t is kinda funny, I don't even gotta try (Nope) All I gotta do is hit the stu' and get a vibe (Yep) Labels see potential in the music that I make And so they flew me to the bank and tried 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 on independent grind But I'm like, "F**k that!" I ain't livin' in a lie Now they see me on the atlas, like I'm hidden from the eye 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 bullsh*t, like it's high noon Rap infested, yes, rap perfected Past rejected, now I'm crowd-selected Clout, respect it, not a clown objected Sounds injected in my blood, infected (Infected) Sick of the politics, open their wallets for clout Now this sh*t 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 Rain, I don't slip, shout-out to Crypt Come into my mind and sit Try to follow along, it's too quick, yeah! YouTube Cypher, b*t*h! I don't need to rhyme, f**k 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 nothin', but that sh*t was fun, what the f**k am I on? On the hunt, but it's time to make you jump, jump, jump B*t*h, I'm BLINDSIGHT and the trigger thumpin' That's the sh*t I'm on, and feelin' my devotion (Boom- an explosion!) Rumblin', like it's supposed to do Crushin' 'em all into nothin' 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 here with proof When you put me on the track, I go to bat for 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'mma show ya regardless and let you know that I ain't playin' and winnin' I'm takin' the game and I'm bringin' the pain And I'm gonna make you see to the end of your days, I'm a finisher Not gon' be waitin' for labels to rate me I'm goin' independent, I'ma make you see the beast Of 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' A straight up surprise we're not finished I'm pa**in' the mic to the next emcee, get 'em Let's show 'em that YouTuber rap with the best of the best There's no question or guessin' the facts Woah... the blind guy can rap Putting in work on this track So I can be the one that you remember when you play this sh*t 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! Yo Go and kill 'em while the lames are laughin' Put me underwater while the waves are crashin' I've been underrated, feelin' pain and pa**ion 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 Could'a been a Don, but I pull up and I'm gone Man, they better get runnin', I'm a bully wit' a bomb Now they mad by the ways I'm winnin' Lemme get a beat and put a ba**line in it Why they gettin' bitter from the plays I'm gettin'? Came a long way from the days I'm feelin' like I'm down and ou 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 never been ill, bummin', I'm better with skills Somebody get him a deal, run up a debt of a mill' Nah, f**k that, come with a couple of bills Live fast, I'm becomin' in love with the thrills Y'all sh*t 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 f**k with no treatment advised I be the one they compare to the greatest You buggin' for nothin', it can't be debated (Nah) 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 Just bossed in like I'm Ma**achusetts Old school vibe, but I pa** the new sh*t Rap game really 'bout to get a vast improvement like Look Face is in it, now the pa**ion is felt (Woo) You think you on your sh*t, don't make an a** of yourself Ask for this L, now they have to pa** 'em this shell (Ayy) Grab for the belt, I'ma have to drag 'em to hell (Woo) Lazarus spell, I'll be here forever and ever Gettin' better and better lookin' for compet**ors to wet up Get up, I just want my motherf**kin' head up When n***as gonna be dead and it's gonna look like it's a set up Proper [?] I'm from the Midwest, I'm spittin' like a chiggitty chopper You n***as spark and keep talkin' like you're getting water With the piranhas, pop it like a cholo, viva la rasta When the n***as tryna get 'em now, get 'em now 'Cause I'm really boutta eat 'em up and sh*t 'em out All the spitters now, simmer down, [?] 'Cause I really like to stand 'em up and sit 'em down As soon as I hop on the track, man, they know this is me Cold as it seems But I don't give a f**k 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, f**k your whole team Gotta be clean, yeah Hold up, man, they know I get it goin', so I Notice that I catch it when they 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 B*t*h, fly, do it on your time 'Cause I don't give a f**k if you were livin' and you died Yeah Oh sh*t, what the f**k is this? Hell of a plot twist, we flipped the script (Uh) Takin' the mic from Crypt even despite the diss Tryna cop a chain to go beside the wrist I'm just handlin' business, man (Ayy) I am supplyin' demand, defyin' the plan Now that we iron the man No cap, but I snap on the beat till my enemies sand (Woo) That's my endgame (Yeah) To be everywhere like I'm Sense 8 (Yeah) You stackin' L's like Llorente You should just quit like your friends say (Ha) I'm your sensei, follow my rules Been patient, I got nothin' to prove (Ayy) They been haters, still, I never lose (Ayy) Look at the numbers, I swear they confused They made me out to be a mumble rapper (Nah) They just mad because their numbers backwards (Ha) Gettin' checks, no lumber-jackin' Each week, a new tax bracket (Goddamn) Huh, and that's facts (That's facts) Randolph is not Dax (Is not Dax) Kept my ear close to the grapevine I heard some sh*t and that's wack (Man, that's wack) Look, I don't mean to brag (Nah) I'm just gettin' to the bag (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' up FruityLoops Jumpin' through hula hoops, scrollin' through YouTube to Get out of minimum wage (Wage) Now my minimum's a million plays (Plays) Yeah, Randolph Would it really be my cypher if I didn't spit it the quickest And end this sh*t with a verse that a**erts a permanent finish? I brought in a bunch of spitters confirmed to be some of the realest And that includes some of you b*t*hes, I heard I'm hurtin' your feelings But guess what? I don't give a f**k Yeah, b*t*h, 'cause you don't fit this like it was O. J.'s glove Like the Old Testament, you lack new verses It's a whole new mess if you attack me first 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' wreckless Call me metric 'cause the way I kill a gram I got a couple killers on the track who rippin' the scene DuaneTV, Joey, CHVSE, PFV Dizzy, FabvL, Scru, Randolph, Hi-Rez, 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 everythin' that he does, 'cause I don't give a motherf**k And if he does, and if I hear it again, I'm gonna have to run amuck The internet has really got you b*t*hes thinkin' that you're tough And then I run up and I confront you like, "B*t*h, what the f**k is up?" You wanna get rough then we can tussle, but I'll pummel you until you done Bust your lip up until it's numb, 'cause I don't f**k wit' 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 (B*t*h) 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 twenty-thousand likes and you'll get a part two
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