Bingx - YouTube Cypher Vol. 3 Remix
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{Intro}
I'm not your average, startin' shit to get status clicks
Actin' savage from daddy's crib, whack little fuckin' 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 shit, got me thinkin' bout half my rapper friends
How they want me to sing on collabs, but not to come rap on shit
I'm a pacifist, but I'll pass a fist to get pass a fistful of bullshit 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, bitch
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 shit
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 killin' shit
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 this shit 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
{Intro}
I'm not your average, startin' shit to get status clicks
Actin' savage from daddy's crib, whack little fuckin' 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 shit, got me thinkin' bout half my rapper friends
How they want me to sing on collabs, but not to come rap on shit
I'm a pacifist, but I'll pass a fist to get pass a fistful of bullshit 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, bitch
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 shit
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 killin' shit
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 this shit 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
