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bingx - youtube cypher vol. 3 remix lyrics

[intro]
i’m not your average, startin’ sh+t to get status cl!cks
actin’ savage from daddy’s crib, whack little f+ckin’ rapper kid
more like 3 stacks with a passion, matchin’ a activist
lackin’ nothin’ but traction and reaction viddy’s from shaq and crypt
guess i get mad when i have to ask for reactions
cuz half the cats y’all react to provide the trash i could gas ’em with
now i sit back and look back on our interactions
and facts give credence to a theory, you threatened by me, i laugh at this
ain’t that some sh+t, got me thinkin’ bout half my rapper friends
how they want me to sing on collabs, but not to come rap on sh+t
i’m a pacifist, but i’ll pass a fist to get pass a fistful of bullsh+t that y’all selling me with yo passive fits
i been responsive, guess it’s time to react
and get back to attacking rappers who’s raps are whack and inadequate
status quo is inaccurate, your tracks are actually bad
if your craft’s a joke, i ain’t laughing
your ass ain’t no michael blackson, b+tch
i’m on the map and i’m mappin’ out what the masses miss
music maximum mass, and if you do the math i’m immaculate
any rapper who want the static gon have the sh+t
and i’ll let you pick the track i’ma make a casket with

[verse 1]
bingx is not quitting, can’t get me to stop k!llin’ sh+t
whether it’s pop, hip hop, rock or just all feelin’, i floss and they all feelin’ it
i’ll be the top villain, no inoculation or cause, that would make me just not ill with it
i see the flock and they seek out a spot, fill it in
meek are the sheep eager to covet a box, will they discover they’re lost, or will they discover hip hop?
spill the blood of they thoughts, will is a weapon you rock ceilings with
see most rappers just do sh+t for pride
making music for views, abuse it with lucrative lies
the forgot truth’s the affluent root of a musical mind
that’s at the root of why you can try to dehumanize me through human eyes
don’t get confused, to me music is life
i don’t this for you
man, this what i do to survive
’cause when i lose it, i choose to sit inside a room and just vibe
let loose and just write, that’s why you hear the truth in my rhymes
i speak it fluently, influencing the youth in my time
and that’s the fuel i use to fuse together music and mind
i’m in my prime, and i’m on course to break rapport with you
and tellin’ y’all the b+lls in your court is just making sport of you
half inning or quarter, we ain’t on the same board
so of course, there ain’t no way you could plan it where i don’t orbit you
there ain’t a play in your hand, to get me to forfeit
i’ll raise the ante a portion, and let you rally your forces
i know your fans are your fortune, so i understand
you going all in against me? something you can’t afford to do
let’s raise the stakes, i don’t mean filet or no porter
but i wager, when i wage war with you, wages reward my fortitude
that foreign “oh sh+t”, i’m 4 n o, ain’t it opus?
y’all forced an eighth of my focus, but are way too fake to give quarter to
[verse 2]
like a dispenser when i enter, and you gotta present your
sense for some prize, do i surrender?
two cents or penny pinch and enter prize
i’m a ten, you’re a temp, come attend my tenure
b+tch, i got ten year on ’em, i’m tempered
tend to your temper, ‘fore i get temperamental
don’t tempt me, i
been a g like goku, and i’m super, man, saying i o you
respect, all cap, comma, no cap in the a team, tnt to your tender eyes
they want beef, they get tenderized
i got heat, they on embers, i’m ’bout to feast they provender
penalty, when your pen is weak, you get penalized
b+tch, i done been about it from the minute my mental matured
i might of made a enemy out of you, but i had to make a point about it
ain’t n0body f+ckin’ with me
i’m a f+ckin’ animal and i’ma eat up all of you
mental urging to murder all men emerging, i mean to get many immersed and
man that mean anybody who mention me menaced and merc’d
ain’t a remedial moment, minute or medicine cure
ooh, aye, looky now, funny how if i had views (views)
i’d be all over your channels, they’d be like chanler, that boy the truth (truth)
but i ain’t got enough fans to get a reaction, according to you (you)
and that right there is the type of f+ck sh+t, that really finna light my fuse, whoo!
look, i’ll slow down, ’cause y’all ’bout to turn me to an assh0l+
but i’ll know now if something’s up and this drop and y’all don’t react

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