TANK! (Cypher) (feat. Gecko, .D.B., Jereh, Facade & Norwood)

(Ha, Ha, Ha, Yo) Knock of the reaper The kick that's knockin' your speakers They tryna overthrow me (the king of this shit) Cassius, Brutus, and Caesar I'm past these pussies and sleepers Faker than their chains and their sneakers Take in the blockbuster feature A creature off of the reefer Tear up a track with six wheelers just for my own entertainment I rhyme like I make a paycheck, but write with lines from the basement The bank ain't giving no statements for me to spit out these statements You'd think I'm making a million, just hit loogies to pavement Bitch I'm the lizard, I'm sticking this dick in her gizzards, and she finna go out to eat Unzipping zippers, undressing like strippers, she told the gecko, that he just get a peek Showed a little and I stare at the sheets Hold a medal up, I swear I'm elite Toe to pedal when they try to compete The only rapper you could never defeat Basically, I'm one to stray the beat Invasively strip phrases down to A to Z Ain't paid to be I got 'em wait in line, checking time, got 'em all saying please The patriots ain't even have a run like me A sight to see, you motherfuckers heightening My appetite, you an afterthought, a gravel mite Your highest heights are my c'est la vies (Aye) (Slatt) Fah, my shooter hit at 'ya head, and this like Cowboy Bebop Jit got no fits, he wear Reeboks Fuck her so good, she gon sleep talk (she gon) I just be rapping and clapping at lames She got all that body but I just want face My lil bro say trapping a hobby I sat in the lobby and picked up a whole lotta stank My best friend Ben Frank, Been faint, you bitches been fake I flew out to Boston and bought her bunch of seafood and it's coming with steak Spent a whole lot on that plus a lil bit of other stuff All these boys super soft like a butter cup I run plays wit my team tell 'em huddle up If you play fuck a gun you get sucker punched Catch you looking one way than it's uppercut But my homies got tools they don't tussle much My lil doggie sip lean with the double cup Lil bro mixing the dirty with 7 up Gotta get up my funds, said fuck 'allat fun, I wanna see if i could run it up Tryna be number 1 so that's why I can settle up Bitch it's DB Had to put on my shades so they can't see me My story only happen once it's not gonna repeat And bout my brothers, bitch it's war I won't sign no treaties Smoking on tree leaves (gas) And I'm popping up on your TV (Yuh, Aye) Tapping in with that real rap Ain't no stoppin we ain't leaving no gaps We done came with a heater We knockin your speakers Too many DB's when you feel that Talking big money no chit chat New fit money where the Rick's at? Doing audio! Why the hell that boy yelling? We might just have to go and clip that Think you better when battling me then I'm locking your head But I ain't gon need caps Know my name when I hop on the cypher (Uh) It's easy giving out free raps They ain't ready when I drop JVJ Cuz I'm going up no jet pack I'm so inspirational people keep taking my flow At least pay rent for that Pay homage, I been popping that's word to my momma Me and jt, getting commas He just sent me the beat and the track getting hotter than saunas Get back, talking down might get smacked Grand prix, make him run laps Want a feature then you get taxed That's facts (Yeah) Back on my grind and I'm getting into it I put in the hours how else would I do it I'm so versatile guess I'm a good influence Not speaking my language I guess you influent You ain't talking money then get out my way No there ain't much else to say Nah, there ain't much to say (Yeah) Fight my lows off with the highs (Yeah) Fight my highs off with the lows (Yeah) Drip from my neck to my toes If I'm spitting writtens I'm tryna go gold I'm tryna hit goals while they getting exposed Get richer than Hov then I'm copping a rolls Hop in the drop and she popping a pose She model for Vogue till I made her go rogue (Yeah) Spit for the soul (Huh) Too in my zone Best if you leave me alone I been a pro (Yeah) Pistol don't tote I got that bread I got dough How you gon talk about what you don't know and I guess I been to known to turn friend to a foe Back to the road where a pessimist go Said I'll send a bitch back to the streets (Hah Hah) She wanna kick it like cleats Diamonds are they dancing they all on my wreest (huh) I mean all on my wrist (huh) Yeah you know I don't trip (huh) I ain't losing my grip (huh) Never losing my bitch My momma said I'm too materialistic Vomit on tracks you can't deal with my sickness Test the PH 'cause my shit is acidic Light speed I got the quickness Hype beats all turn to misfits Spark in the park fuck a picnic Put this shit inside your playlist YSL that's on my fragrance High as hell inside my basement My inner beast I gotta tame it Industry just full of fakeness Yeah that's what I been told Tell me 'bout all of the people who waiting in line at a shot for your spot and they hoping you not gonna have what it takes and I know that it's more than a couple it's 'prolly a lot Me I don't give 'em attention, a mention, a blessing I give 'em detention the way that they get it that my only option to sit with the bars and just give what I have and what I have what I got Something inside of you don't feel authentic The Bentley, the watch, and the pendant I'll give you a reason it's 'prolly 'cause everything rented The bots in the comments on what your dependent I do not what I want More like do what I can I been picking the screen And not picking the pen Picking the pass putting pressure on bitches and take to the house to put six in the end You can't stop me or block me I'm like Ray Lewis and blitzing Watch out I hit the head like I got aimbot precision 50 Cal be hitting hollow tipped ammunition I got the dead eye on lock to put you out of commission These Days I feel like I'm Quad I don't care who I'm naming The Dog of the pack that we smoke in a strain and A shot from the bar I feeling blind when I'm aiming I'm whipping the foreign they don't know what I came in I don't care if they like it I drop it and fuck it I'm putting out hits so I told em to run it Say they got the clip but they never gon buck it Love it or hate it I'm like that easy