GOM - Kick In The Door Cypher lyrics

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Datin, Bumps INF, Selah The Corner, & Bizzle

(Verse: Datin)

Forget a punchline, these lines pack a punch

And they hit like a stiff jab to the jaw

When I spit rappers they'll call up the dispatchers

Like man down, send an ambulance now

The truth hurts and it feel just like an avalanche plow through yo speakers, huh

With the spirit in me, I spit fire, like an aerosol camp bein' sprayed at a lit lighter

Burnwashed hands give you thumbs up like hitchhikers

I think you wackin' full of crap, like a kid's diapers

I propose art like Mozart, with metaphors so deep

They catchin' half of you so raw(?)

And go hard as a crowbar, my whole squad, a bow guard

The army is Satan with no paw

Uh, now homie, you know who I'm down with

Gold over money and yo megastyle wild clicker

These artists hide the truth from you, so we here to spill the beans

Like a cleanup on isle six

These dudes buggin', where's the black flag?

They garbage, go get the trashbags

Even tho I flow grimmey as a backstab

I represent somethin' greater than me

I'm puttin' God over that cash

Hashtag, you rat trash, I'll make like Mike Tyson

I hit you, you fall back fast, sucja

(Verse 2: Bumps INF)

By nature, I'm kinda hostile to the gospel that's written

That make me real sloppy like the body condition

The bigger pun, then I run from the God that has risen

Man, I bounce like Ricky scratchin' lottery tickets

I run into the arms of the one that is still my joy

But will I fight a lot? Nah, Illinois

Christ the God, it's a miracle I'm still employed

When I fought like the wars of Jericko were still a choice

Yeah, yo, I gotta do betta

Hell's hotter than rockin' two sweaters while in Cancun's weather

When I'm out of line, like rude gestures

Fall and sin? Man, you see the sinner fold, Hugh Heffner

That's a ridiculous statement, I'm ready to rumble like BUffle when he gets in em cages

So tell the devil to bring it on

When I'm the sixteen gone I'm gon' be higher than ching ching chong with a freakin' bong

Yo

(Verse 3: Selah The Corner)

I been in this game for years

I was an animal before that

Sound the same, mixed with Hannibal before rap

By my side with the foreign rap

Holdin' up a convent while I unbuckle an unbroad strap

I ain't glorifyin' nothin', homie, fall back

I just want the war back, show me where the sword at

That cocaine, yeah, we fought that, so I rap with the blacks

Sittin' with white keys, where the chords at?

I'm tired on these cono rappers, they got the green movin' like the pack is

But when the beef and the heat walk, all of that, the reverse

Dawgs turn to rats when ya lookin' at em backwards

Get it? Stars, rats, backwards, most of these rappers who claim that they clap - actors

And doin' they rhyme numbers but they non-factors

And crackin' all in the sight of these youth hackers

They don't know the way that my God will make

That bread of life what my God obey

So any now and then surround it, I accommodate

Like em fast winds all around like a fan when it isolate

Return of the king, I'm preparin' em

? the adversary, I'mma come and put the fair in em

Slashin' and tearin' em

? on, got my hoodie on way before they started shootin' us for wearin' em

(Verse 4: Bizzle)

Bizzle, uh, homie, I was born for the war

Cut my own umbilical chord with a sword

Could of sworn I'd be 24 and no more

Who'd figure Biz' would be on the tour for the Lord?

Not me! I could have been lost and off in a coffin

And tossed behind bars with Rick Ross as a warden

Instead, I walk with a cross on me

And often I fall down

But in light of it all, God offered a pardon

Some of y'all won't feel this rap here

If it makes you feel better, I'm dealin' crack

Killin' my own, lettin' that semi clap

Till Traevon dies, that's when I grab the hoodie and act like I give a crap

How ill is that? Do cats really rap like trickin' on Christmas?

Niggaes dealin' crack, fam, you eva seen how rock make a person act?

Coppin' kicks for the whole block and reversin' that?

And no, they ain't beef when I see em

But I stand on my words when I meet em

You so brainwashed, a rapper could be in jail

For raping a little girl, and you throw a shirt on that say 'free em'

They want dope? I OD em, you want the hope? Consult Jesus

You don't want Him? Keep frontin', you gon' need Him

And yep, I'm a Christian, but you touch my women

And kids, then you can trust you gon' meet Him

This ain't a thug talkin', this love talkin'

The beats, the plate, the bars and my love offering

THe game wicked, I'm done watchin'

I lyrically body em all and drop hip-hop off in one coffin

I know the truth hurt, so it's hard to listen when the bars ain't about pricks

Or the cars I'm whippin'

Killin' niggas and doggin' women

You probably so used to the word b*tch, it sound funny when I call em women

I bet they wanna kill me, and if not, they finna

Here to expose every lie they give ya

So whether I make friends or not, make ends or flop

I'mma go straight in, every chip, and the curve changes the block

So I keep fightin', and no, I'm not Jesus

I'm just a repentin' sinner with a goal to be like Him

Listen!

Thanks to Xnihilo for correcting these lyrics