Bet Cypher 2013 Lyrics - Jon Connor

[Verse 1: Wax] 

You watching this, I don't need your co-sign 

Regardless I'll be chilling up in the hammock in no time 

Hawaian coast line, my girl's so fine 

Bikini blow-drying up on the clothes line 

No mind on the bovine 

I pucked up the blue pill we were supposed to eat 

I'm intolerant to the lactose in the corporate teet 

I'm starting not to want to participate or compete 

Weren't we meant to live a life more complete 

You know there's people in Peru right now that are hunter gatherers 

And many recent studies have found that they're happier than we are 

I'm to rapping what the Kardashians are to PR 

Preface my name with a D-R, huh 

But I made a plan to kick the game in its smelly rectum 

And I don't deviate like a healthy septum 

I'm the truth and it hurts fools 

Yeah go type Wax in ya Youtube search tools 

And buy some merch fools 

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[Verse 2: Rapsody] 

Despite Sprite I thrist for mics 

Like the look on racists' face if Kanye was Christ 

It's unbelievable 

Put fear in a poltergeist 

He shaking twice 

Spit something that the Pope won't like 

I'm hoping Mike will understand my ultralight 

Like a Sosa night 

Run home to momma, damn she nice 

Moonwalking, I'm just a talking 

And it's really all light 

10% dis or I can give you 90 tonight 

Hurting for life 

Turn 'em blue like I'm Walter White 

Couldn't face me with Skype, 'til we cake like Tina and Ike 

At your throat boy 

Fly like Elliott's bike 

Extraterrestrial flow, I'm so outta they sight 

In the stars, where Kendrick threw bars 

You was abroad 

That G5 praying to God, a brought in the squad 

And look how I bodied it like Playboy cards 

Now they outta control like I said I'm the Queen of New York 

It's rap 

Photos 

[Verse 3: Emis Killa] 

Today we are going 

Out baby it's wow 

I bring you to the moon 

Say hi to the world 

You purr and say "miao" and 

I'll bring you the Chanel 

I take five stars from the sky 

And I put them in this hotel 

Brr, I'm more than cold, I'm Sub-Zero 

The sun kisses beautiful people 

And I burn like a vampire 

Get undressed, enjoy the tropical sea 

Which is the end of the world f**k 2012 off 

If I would have fistfight 

And would take a lot 

I'll fall down but the on a red carpet 

I've got so much swag that if we go around 

People don't know what I see 

The panorama of my shoes 

I've got a watch that shines so much that 

I don't even see what f***ing time it is 

I treat you as q queen, because I'm a king 

If I were Christ 

I would wear the gold edition crown of thorns 

[Verse 4: Rittz] 

I'm getting paid 

I finally made it, but haters don't' want to see me win 

Well I hate the word swag 

I hate people that say my G and fam 

I hate I gotta listen 

I'm what Hip Hop is missing 

After this one they'll consider me competition 

For the record just because you rapping like you mad 

You snapping, you just sounding raspy 

In Atlanta we don't rather that 

I bet he get body bagged 

I bet he wouldn't win a boxing match 

I'm quick on my feet, I can dodge a jab 

You run you gunna run out of gas 

Run up get done up like I was in Karate class 

Ya body get sawed in half 

Ya faking and rockin' narco Prada bag 

Off my logic pad 

Dunkin' on 'em like I'm Dominique 

Reppin' Strange my chain is stuntin' 'em by the B 

Off the chain I should probably party with Charlie Sheen 

From the South but I wasn't brought up like Paula Dean 

And y'all are lame I'm 'bout to X y'all out 

I write whatever and f**k it if I let Nas down 

Yeah, uh-yeah, get my album 

[Verse 5: Jon Connor] 

Yo the flow is timeless like a diamond 

So when I'm rhyming, I'm mining 

They said I was stuck in the rough 

And you was just lucky to find it 

You was foolish as Frankie Lymon 

If you decided to try it or fight it 

This is Andre the Giant vers' Daniel Bryan 

Yes you want it hot, well allow me to change the climate 

If the shoe was on the other foot you wouldn't even know how to tie it 

Somebody tell Rita Ora I sort got feelings for her 

Got a crib out in Georgia we could raise a son and a daughter 

Or we could out to Florida where the weather is just as gorgeous 

Baby I ain't playing no games like I ran out of quarters 

Hold up this is getting outta hand 

'Cause in a year I'mma be saying I'm not her man 

Doin' the U are not the father dance 

'Cause this is Michigan, proof feminine rappers be talking 

Ain't nobody genuine, I be killing it 

They can't touch him, everybody feeling it 

But look I cleared out all y'all that got in the way 

And y'all knew that I was ill, but now my doctor is Dre 

Aftermath 

AVM, Flint, Michigan