YouTube Cypher, Vol. 1

[Joey Nato:]
Woo
Who made this beat
Nato
Okayy

Let's trace it back just a couple years
Nah wait a minute, better yet like nine
When I put my first music vid online
When you had to type in youtube.com
'Member
Man I never got support, but I chose to
Keep it going it was something that I owed to
Myself cause I never tap out
Man I never give up
Man that's something that I don't do
Look, revenge is sweet and that's why I'm yelling out "More sugar"
People talk, I just sip my tea and then I go for the head like Thor shoulda
Man, I'm not around for patheticness
Getting this recognition isn't effortless
Connecticut repping it
I got it down to a science, you got an F in it (what)
Man, Lord have mercy, til' God calls me I'm staying litty
Why's the Devil tryna talk to me
Can't that hotheaded low-life see I'm busy
But I'm not really concerned, I just wanna sit back, write bars, and get kudos
It ain't a stretch if I get the bucks but it's hard to say right like Antetokounmpo
Used to date a basic chick but I needed a chick a little bougier
Got a little bit of fame and got douchier
YouTube reacting went nuclear
Yeah I wrote a song called "Gucci" but I'm never gonna go and cop Gucci merch
I stay humble, I'm staying lucky, that's always. You heard it first
Nato

[Duane:]
I know it's hard to believe
I exude art to the T
I am the mark of the beast
I am the monster in comics that comes out the dark when you sleep
So careful which options you've chose
Deceit is the commonest road
This is for popular folk think they got it on lock and they don't because everything they live is lies and it shows
Me, I'm just tryna get purp
Move a couple units on the network
YouTube partnered on the low thooo
Got Susan now you tryna get hers, let's go
This is the moment I seen
Give me a moment of peace
Close both my eyes when I went to bed last night and grabbed my dreams right the fuck out of my sleep
Now I'm here

[Hi-Rez:]
I'm back with a pen and a pad
It's been a minute since I killed the beat and been in the lab
Tryna finish this greatness before they calling me back
Better listen to one spit before I get mad
Got a ghoul with a past, got a tool and a mask
I put a fool in the trash, I play it cool and relax
Got a crew and a fam and I know they'd catch a case for me
Pour our hearts in the struggle and that's my day to day story
Nothing changed but the change, Momma always praying for me
So much pain in my brain and the reaper tryna call me
So much rain for the fame, I ain't never really want it
Heh, I ain't never really want it but fuck it
I got my Momma and wifey to keep it level headed
Tryna seize the fucking moment like an epileptic
When I die, through my lyrics I'll be resurrected
When I die, through my lyrics I'll be resurrected

[DizzyEight:]
Look, look
I'm in my element
Rap veteran
All my opposition I be hitting them
I'm ready for whatever man
When it come to words I'm a specialist
Every verse I write pure elegance
I murder a beat and burn up the evidence
Mediocracy I've never settled with
I gotta give 'em something that was heaven sent
Y'all can't steal what's irrelevant
I'd rather be true to myself than synthetic with relevance
How many of y'all can relate (Huh?)
The industry is really full of fakes (Yuh)
You gotta see yourself to catch a break (Huh?)
And everybody really sound the same (For real)
All of you rappers just copy and paste and the only difference is the name (dang)
And even though y'all put the Lil in front of it, you need to grow up for a change
Look, rap full of mimicry
Everybody lack in identity and lack the ability
All of y'all lack the affinity to rap so all of y'all acting as mini me's
Y'all even matching physically
Lacking in dignity
I see it vividly
You need validity
I see the person you really be
Stop with the copying be the person that you're meant to be
Look
Elevating, if somebody hates you never make it why you hesitating
Get to meditating no debating cause you have a preference you just gotta learn to activate it
Gotta detonate it, use the energy as motivation
Cause you limited by the person you mimicking
I'm telling you your potential is limitless
I'm not better I'm just militant
I'm tryna empower a new generation of lyricists
Like, ugh

[CHVSE:]
Look, shout-out to Crypt for putting me on one time
Chvse
Man I'm tired of all of y'all hating me
I knead the dough like it's a bakery
Y'all make it up like it's Maybelline
It's make believe, you living in a waking-dream
I'm feeling lucky boy, Nato made the beat
Get the Whiskey out I gotta take a drink
Then I hop to Scotch like I paint the street
And start blowing bowls like a Raiders team
Shit is kinda funny I don't even gotta try
All I gotta do is hit the stu and get a vibe
Labels see potential in the music that I make and so they flew me to the Bay and try to get the kid to sign
But I can see the vison they got hidden in their fine
Man they wanna tell my fans I'm on independent grime
But I'm like, "Fuck that!" I ain't living in a lie
Now they see me on the atlas like I'm hidden from the eye

[FabvL:]
I don't really wanna spite you
But I bring the foot down, kick it like I'm Ryu
Pin it to the dome, man you sweeter than a Hi-Chew
Sights to it on the bullshit like it's high noon
[?] infested, yes rap perfected
Past rejected now I'm crowd selected
Clout respect it, not a clown objected
Sounds injected in my blood, infected
Sticking to politics, dumping their wallets for clout, now this shit ain't for me
Empty the promises into their bottomless ego, no royalties, do it for free
That ain't it, got no brain and no grip
My name's Rain, I don't slip
Shout-out to Crypt
Come into my mind and sit
Try to follow along, it's too quick
Yuh

[Blindsight:]
(YouTube Cypher bitch)
I don't need to rhyme, fuck a punchline
Make you feel my energy without ever making a reference to a pink
Bunny with a drum
So dumb
That's a filler bar, sound like buh-buh-buh-bum
Didn't say nothing but that shit was fun
What the fuck am I on, on the hunt
But it's time to make you jump jump jump
Bitch I'm Blindsight and the trigger thumping
That's the shit I'm on and
Feeling my devotion
Boom an explosion
Rumbling like it's supposed to do
Crushing em all into nothing
These mumbling rappers are ghosting
I'm hoping they croak in the booth
The YouTuber rappers the baddest of crews
No need to imagine, we back here with proof
When you put me on the track I go to bat with the views
I'm the smallest of the cats in the booth
Sacrifice the dudes for the actual truth
Look
Throw the caution to the wind
Throw a bar, hit your chin
I'ma show ya regardless and let you know that I ain't playing and winning
I'm taking the game and I'm bringing a pen and I'm gonna make you see to the end of your days
I'm a finisher
Now they be waiting for labels to rate me I'm going independent I'ma make you see the beast
Enrage in me is deep beneath
I keep my cane close to feet to sweep away the weak, capiche
Finish 'em
Mind is the sickest I'm giving it straight up surprise we're not finished
I'm passing the mic to the next MC, get 'em
Let's show 'em that YouTuber rap with the best of the best
And no question or guessing the facts
Woah
The blind guy can rap
Putting in work on this track
So I can be the one that you remember when you play this shit back
I'm making a name for my life and I'm living it blind and I'm not gonna let you defy me
Goodbye

[Vin Jay:]
Go and kill 'em while the lames are laughing
Put me underwater while the waves are crashing
I've been underrated feeling pain and passion
Drop hits, get paid, what a chain reaction
Left friends man they could've been involved
Now they wonder when I'm gonna put 'em in a song
Coulda been a Don
But I pull up and I'm gone
Man they better get running, I'm a bully with a bomb
Now they mad by the ways I'm winning
Lemme get a beat and put a bassline in it
Why they getting bitter from the plays I'm getting
Came a long way from the days I'm felling like I'm down and out
Was never winning but I found a route
I'm gonna kill 'em with a ground to pound I'm like
While I get the crowd to bounce
I lay back for a minute but I'm 'bout to pounce
Buddy you never been ill
Bumming I'm better with skills
Somebody get him a deal
Run up a debt of a mil
Nah fuck that, come with a couple of bills
Live fast, I'm becoming in love with the thrills
Y'all shit will never be televised
We finna rise
And I better eat you alive
Yo they never gonna get a piece of the pie
We sick as fuck with no treatment advised
I be the one they compare to the greatest
You bugging for nothing it can't be debated
Look at the canvas I painted
I came to demolish and damage you haters
You don't get it man I'm fast and ruthless
Just bossed in like I'm Massachusetts
Old school vibe but I pass the new shit
Rap game really 'bout to get a vast improvement like

[Scru Face Jean:]
Look
Face is in it now the passion is felt
You think you on your shit, don't make an ass of yourself
Ask for this L now they have to pass 'em this shell
Grab for the belt, I'ma have to drag 'em to hell
Lazarus spell, I'll be here forever and ever getting better and better looking for competitors to wet up
Get up
I just want my motherfucking head up
When niggas gonna be dead and it's gonna look like it's a set up
[?]
I'm from the Midwest, I'm spitting like a chiggy chopper
Niggas spark and keep talking like you're getting water
With the piranhas, pop it like a cholo
Viva la rasta
When the niggas tryna get 'em now
Get 'em now
Cause I'm really boutta eat 'em up
And shit 'em out
All the spitters now, send 'em down
Face is 'round
Cause I really like to stand 'em up
And sit 'em down

[PFV:]
As soon as I hop on the track man they know this is me
Cold as it seems
But I don't give a fuck about what y'all doing cause I'm doing me
Over the dream
Not for the wait and the patience has left me
I'm right on the scene
Taking my cadence and faking like I didn't notice this, fuck your whole team
Gotta be clean, yeah
Hold up man they know I get it going so I
Notice that I catch it when I'm playing both sides
Running with the scissors man I'm cutting all ties
First place finish I ain't even gotta try
I know, did it on my own
Running up and checking I ain't even got a loan
Notice that you rapping 'bout the paper and a chain but ain't even got a home
Hot bars but your bank account froze
Why
Do you gotta lie
Telling all the people that you got it and you shine
Bitch, fly
Do it on your time
Cause I don't give a fuck if you were living and you died
Yeah

[Randolph:]
Oh shit, what the fuck is this
Hell of a plot twist, we flipped the script
Taking the mic from Crypt even despite the diss
Try to cop a chain to go beside the wrist
I'm just handling business man
I am supplying demand
Defying the plan
Now that we iron the man, no cap, but I snap on the beat till my enemies sand
That's my endgame
To be everywhere like I'm Sense 8
You stacking L's like Llorente
You should just quit like your friends say
I'm your sensei, follow my rules
Been patient, I got nothing to prove
They been haters, still I never lose
Look at the numbers, I swear they confused
They made me out to be a mumble rapper
They just mad because their numbers backwards
Getting checks, no lumber-jacking
Each week a new tax bracket
Huh, and that's facts
Randolph is not Dax
Kept my ear close to the grapevine
I heard some shit and that's wack
Look, I don't mean to brag
I'm just getting to the bag
I'm still a fiend for rap
I'm flexing but I ain't forgetting the nights that I had
In the studio tryna get through to you
Loading up FruityLoops, jumping through hula hoops
Scrolling through YouTube to get out of minimum wage
Now my minimum's a million plays
Yeah, Randolph

[Crypt:]
Would it really be my cypher if I didn't spit it the quickest
And end this shit with a verse that asserts a permanent finish
I brought in a bunch of spitters
Confirmed to be some of the realest
And that includes some of your bitches
I heard them, hurting your feelings
But guess what, I don't give a fuck
Yeah bitch cause you don't fit this like it was OJ's glove
Like the Old Testament, you writing new verses
It's a whole new mess if you attack me first
Getting more likes on the IG than your wifey
High key, yeah she don't really feel you man
I'm an up and comer who was acting wreckless
Call me metric cause the way I kill a gram
I got a couple killers on the track who's ripping the scene
DuaneTV, Joey, CHVSE, PFV
Dizzy, FabvL, Scru, Randolph, Hi-Rez, Me
Vin Jay, then Blindsight, and he can't even see
I'm making patches with my enemies
I don't want that bad energy
Even Dax, who quit asking me and tagging me
In everything that he does, cause I don't give a motherfuck
And if he does, if I hear it again I'm gonna have to run amuck
The internet has really got you bitches thinking that you're tough
And then I run up and I confront you like "Bitch, what the fuck is up?"
You wanna get rough then we can tussle but I'll pummel you until you done
Bust your lip up until it's numb, cause I don't fuck with you like none
I'll make your rap career shorter than Daisy Dukes
If you got a problem with me then we can get in the booth
Get in the streets or the ring, whichever you wanna choose
And we'll all aim at you, fumbling over your tooth
This a YouTube Cypher, yeah we coming at you
At the top, we got no bottom like a Fu Manchu
Had a blast making a track with a dozen dudes
20, 000 likes and you'll get a part 2