[Intro: Judd Riley]
\nWelcome to the 2019 LCV Cypher!
\nPresented by H0M3SYK Entertainment!
\nI'm your host, Judd Riley!
\nI want a good clean fight!
\nLet's go! Skrrrt!
\n
\n[Verse 1: CoXain]
\nWord costin' money
\nTalkin' if he talk, then I might cash that
\nTruth in every line when I rap, yeah I like that
\nHonesty, and fuck it honestly I didn't write back
\nI was fuckin' busy droppin' tracks and flippin' dime bags
\nDime bags , light work, eyesack
\nI sold crack and hydrocodone
\nOut my backpack in high school
\nLife sucks I think I want my life back
\nI trapped hard but lost my time in every chance
\n
\n[Verse 2: Reyes]
\nSmokin' up pores in the hills
\n509 Valley be real
\nReyes is here
\nEveryone hazard my name
\nI do not associate with lames
\nI only come with the flame
\nOthers cannot do the same
\nI am the one that they hate
\nCause I take your chick on a date
\nI'm in your head now you fell for the bait, ay
\nI have been killin' the game for a long time
\nI stay on my grind
\nHaters be talkin' on me like I give a fuck
\nNot on my mind
\nIt's crazy how they switch up after I just laid down
\nA couple of lines
\nI have been waiting way to long
\nNow, Ya, I think this is my time, Ya
\n
\n[Verse 3: VanZant]
\nI can't stop thinking about death
\nCause I feel so lonely in my head
\nBut with all my friends around
\nYou know that we'll be running this town
\nI got these shattered dreams always running through my head
\nI hear the demons calling for me underneath my fucking bed
\nWake Up! It's not a nightmare I'm still alone
\nForever to be a king always searching for a throne
\n
\n[Verse 4: Valora Ivy]
\nYou got this shit in your head
\nYou think you'd rather be dead
\nYou're just so dumb with the fight
\nYour mind is just such a blithe
\nYou cannot give up the one thing you can never get back
\nDo not listen to the things your brain well doesn't attack
\nQuit what you're thinking and let it go
\nYou've got one life so just let it flow
\nSometime you just gotta take a chance
\nSometimes you just desperately need a hand
\nBut you just gotta get up and try
\nIn the end you'll be your own demise
\nJust know that you control what you do live to see it through
\n
\n[Verse 5: Smoke]
\nBoogie with a hoodie I did that
\nEverybody else better get back
\nYa'll know that I murdered that
\nJust like everybody who claim they rap
\nTruth be told, ya'll ain't gettin' this
\nSmoke bitch I'm irrelevant
\nWhenever I'm in this bitch I'm the fucking definition
\nOf the fuckin' realist
\nYeah realist you ever seen
\n509 for my city
\n253 Let's make a fucking murder scene
\nI'm about to kill it
\nYeah everybody else knows I'm the realist
\n
\n[Verse 6: Smokey J]
\nSmokey J be coming up with that crazy shit
\nYeah you know he be coming up and feelin' it quick
\nAnd you know we're sitting here, getting high
\nDoin' nothing but wasting time, yeah
\nLC Valley he be reppin' that shit
\nCause you know he be comin' up and spittin' this shit
\nRight quick, right now, go ahead and blow it out
\nCause I'm rollin' up
\nAnd makin' out the fuckin' clouds
\n
\n[Verse 7: Carl\$on]
\nDroppin' bombs like I'm Hussein
\nThat's a lie, who's to blame?
\nConspiracy theory in the rain
\nUp in smoke I'm propane
\nCheech and Chong, that's a gang
\nFeel like Ledger, I'm insane
\nIf you're not real stay in your lane
\nI'm a lion in the grass, I can't be tamed
\nAnd I'm going to fast I cut the reins
\nYou want the teeth, you'll get the fangs
\nAnd I'm never gonna give up
\nYeah I'm going to the top
\nYou can't even rap
\nYou should probably just stop
\nAnd they trippin' I'm the glisten
\nLike a star, yeah you wishin'
\nNo more talk, please just listen
\nIf it won't compile, beat it into submission, bitch
\n
\n[Verse 8: ALLDAY The Heathen]
\nI'm a product of my struggle so I'm all about my hustle
\nGot my flexin' like a muscle, bro please get up out my bubble
\nI'm just tryin' to remain humble, you don't want to start no trouble
\nTakin' shots to the dome, now I'm startin' to see double
\nYeah, you know who I be
\nComing out that LCV
\nIt's that crazy day ALL D
\nMurderin' the M.I.C
\nI'm a motherfuckin' king
\nNo you can't fuck with me
\nIt's the one they call ALLDAY
\nAnd I'm the illest on the scene
\n
\n[Verse 9: Rein]
\nNow we in the booth
\nGood homie what's new?
\nYeah I know you see me on Facebook
\nLike we all up in a lieu
\nWe just a couple of oh-whoop-ti-doos
\nStill fresh as steps, some sort of twist
\nLike the song Footloose, got the A.V.A
\nWhat's the alchey proof, got me grinding through
\nWatch me spit the truth
\nStick to the page
\nIt's a stanky dank gorilla glue
\nSo to sum it up, this rhythms rude
\nYou standing there lookin' so confused
\nThis beat's a hitter, might just leave a bruise
\nThey say an apple a day keeps the doctor away
\nWhat's your favorite drug of choice?
\nThe decisions to be made
\nJust keep it cool like a cup of Cool-Aid
\n
\n[Verse 10: Sillow Et]
\nUse to write but now I spit cause shit is so contagious
\nTo spread my thoughts and words across the world and make them ageless
\nTake pages from the ancients, Fill my brain, relate the phrases
\nWith modern day society, and brighten up the days with
\nMy sentiments and syllables and story's of my days end
\nYou're living at your pinnacle, complaisant in your wasted
\nYour ego's got you glued to the perfection you've been fakin'
\nBut don't get me misconstrue, I do it to and I'm to blame, yeah
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\n[Verse 11: Joey Nieves]
\nGotta get my shit right
\nNo time to back track
\nEveryday I live life
\nJust trying to get my stacks fat
\nI got weed up in my nap sack
\nI might roll up one and take flight
\nLivin' on the fast track
\nCause I don't know how to pace right
\nAye, everybody wanna run they mouth
\nPut down this shit that we be doin'
\nYa'll salty as some fuckin' pretzels
\nMad that you ain't movin'
\nBitch I be super human
\nSoon as I step on I rule it
\nGet up on the track with the best seat
\nSo don't test me cause I'll fuckin' do this
\n
\n[Verse 12: Cannabowl]
\nI thought everybody wanted me to pipe it down
\nMy prior sound and hype the crowd
\nBut I guess they like it now
\nCause Logan said we're doing an LC Cypher now
\nSo fuck it, I'm gonna wipe them out
\nI'm movin' quick, refuse to quit
\nTakin' my burden, when I murder on the mic
\nI gotta prove some shit
\nThey assume and its next molly but don't got no prove of it
\nThey hate this skill I got cause I'm using it
\nWith that flow, spraying like a matt dome
\nMaybe I don't wanna rap slow
\nCause dropped on the verse is my mother fuckin' back bone
\nChillin' wearin' red and black
\nGonna pull a rap flow
\nThat shows how much of the money yakko
\nThey wanna see the bad guy
\nSo I rap like it
\nTake a stab right
\nThrough the bad guy with the glass eye
\nPrior to a black eye, cracked spine
\nBullet from a gat nine, then I blast twice
\n
\n[Verse 13: TyroneTheRapper]
\nHopin' and copin'
\nI'm way to fast for ya
\nBlowin' my nose and we to sav for ya
\nGet in the boat, I'm makin' the waves bitch
\nCotton in your throat, you don't say shit
\nI'm floating like an odyssey
\nThey on to me
\nCuttin' the system
\nI'm rippin' and pissed for the economy
\nOught to be, obviously
\nGettin' the bigger the part of me I got
\nTattoos for this shit bitch
\nDedication on my night stand
\nStayin' loose for the fight bitch
\nI'm dedicated like a hype man
\nMan I'm the prince of the rack
\nPrince of the track
\nWatch how I move and watch your back
\nYou don't claim to be better just cause you can vibe with yourself
\nJust play humble and sour the cards you was dealt
\nThe rise of the profit
\nThe rise of the project
\nYou chose it yourself
\nSo fuck with your flexin' and clout on my belt
\nAll true to myself\n\n
