Cypha Spitta

I spit rapidly, like a train fueled by cocaine

And if you can't keep up, stay out of my lane

Cause I'm insane, I'm out of my brain, oops I mean mind

My skill don't change, I cannot be tamed cause I don't got the time

Nah I really ain't got the time cause some bastard just stole my g-shock

And ran off in a fresh pair of rebox, sneakers

I yelled and he stopped, turned around and recocked

More bullets fell and I dropped, to the ground and he watched

As I laid there laughing, at his attempt to have me topped

And his hopes went crashing, when he realized I couldn't be popped

So he tried to battle me but his flow flopped fast

faster than a fireman with his hose clogged, there's no splash

Cause my fire won't be put out, and this flow just don't stop, I'm too mad

So he faced the facts, and confessed that indeed his flow was a mess

I had him gassed, like flatulence and left him feeling depressed

 

But I left him impressed, without the words to express what he seen

Nonetheless, know what I mean? take a guess

I never got back my watch, but I got his girlfriend undressed

I'm now consumed by the stress, of small things and I'm sweating those

Many of my problems with deadlines and I'm getting close

Walking on thin ice, carefully treading or else I'm froze

And I don't care what people think cause either way my heart is cold

And though I stand with opinions bold, the void in it is black as coal

It's getting kinda old, this story here that I've been spreading

I know it's so dope that there's no way you'd be forgetting

Now I'm on my way out, and the door is where I'm headed

So I hope you like your beats, like you like your cheese, shredded