Sdk Cypher 2018

Evil Ebenezer
Yeah, I still hear those war cries
Got a four-five in my coat line
It’s go time, Stompdown is the crew, man
We keep hittin', got bruised hands
Few bands and the cube van, we’re staking paper like news stands
I’m fucked up off that bottle, right?
Never care for a lot of hype, never been that conscious type
Fuck trynna live a modest life
You always trynna have a confrontation
I’m just trynna have a conversation
Who’s illest all across the nation?
You know it’s me, just an observation
Hit the spot, now any minute, get this money
Don’t get offended
You a spoiled brat like gimmie presents
I’m a rockstar like Jimi Hendrix
In the Benz now, with a nice stack
You over there by the bike rack
I stay focused on sidetrack, my heart cold like an ice pack
All these bad guys are a bad joke
Act tough and their back stroke
Gotta lift the barrel full of black smoke
Now your family dressing in black clothes
From the basements to the big time
Never talked shit, just took mine
Look inside, I got a sick mind
Leave you pistol whipped like 6ix9ine
Ai
Caspian
They called me OG when I turned 25, that’s facts
Teach my young boys scream fuck the other side
That’s rap, I ain’t gotta ask if shawty wanna ride
With slang, I grew up with killaz down to catch a homicide
That’s gang, I’m like 2Pac in my country, hoe
Ask around, they can’t touch me, hoe
Got a hundred stash for the pay back if the situation gets ugly, hoe
You are not fucking with slang
Susan, Uganda and Spain, knock your ass out of the frame
Leave you and none of you change
Your mama crying in pain, I’m that Stompdown prince
Yeah, I ain’t calmed down since
I’m like fuck the cops
Bitch, I’m on the block in the all brown mink
Fuck what’s your small town think
I’m that hometown king
I’ll make your whole town sink
You ain’t seen dope that clean
It’s slang
Lil Windex
Hi there
I’m the guy with french fry hair
Finna put these pseudo baby rapper in a new high chair
Everybody hate me, I said fuck 'em, why do I care?
This is my spot, not yours, I don’t time share
I don’t even got a hint of sympathy, nah
Imma kill everyone of these kids deliberately
Why the fuck you think I live so miserably?
All these people mad cause I earned my shit legitimately
Shut up, you can suck my dick, you thot
Man, you don’t even need to test my shit, I’m hot
I bet you couldn’t even jump to hit my spot
We ain’t showing here no loves, so bitch kick rocks
Hey, I’m borderline nuts
From the city where we drink and drive oversized trucks
If you really wanna get it, I got four-five slugs
Twelve gauge with your name on it, wanna ride up?
Merkules
Yeah we made our first milly in it by ourself
Got a fully automatic inside my belt
So much ice on my neck I think I might drown
They don’t got no connection like they WiFi down
Wonder where Merk send them and came the honest
Somewhere in first class eatin' stake and lobster
If they want warfare then I’m Davy Crockett
Fuck around and get laced like a pair of Converse
Merkules
We on the come up, come up
I don’t feel like coming down
I’m yellin' «Fuck 'em»
Like blocka blocka
Rest in peace to 'em now
Merkules
Man, I swear, somebody better pray for them
When it’s beef we squeeze, we don’t make amends
You can find me in the hood like painted rims
I put a bird to your shirt like Drake and Em, yah
Merkules
Go go gadget, the logo tatted, I’m closing caskets
I kill these rappers and photograph then I post my caption
For keepsake I might cremate 'em and smoke their ashes
So pass the blunts in the ashtray, I’m rollin' backwoods
It’s Merk