2020 Freestyle Cypher (Ft. Lords...

ye, ye uh, chicka-chicka, chicka-chicka, aight, look, aye

They used to say I was just a gimmick, but now I'm the

One that they mimic. Picking up the mic frighteningly,

Make you close your eyes, you scared of the dark, there's

Darkness in front of you. I'm a ghost, boo. I'm dead but

Alive at the same time, like a zombie, I chase you

Tryna eat your brains but I figure out you ain't got any.

So I go to eat your organs instead. My name is Orges,

Remember it. It's cold in December, the only thing colder

Is me on the M-I-C. You can bet on seeing me icy,

Got ice all over my body, my temperature is in the

Negative degrees. Freeze. Hold your breath like you're

Under water, squeeze and hold tight as I fucking choke

You and make you cease to exist, just like these emcees

When I grill them and turn them into fricaseed. Kids

Look up to me, makes sense, I'm the second rap god,

Get you caught behind bars, because you're still stuck

On them like an obstacle. My raps are like a thousand

Piece puzzle, because they're impossible, unless you

Put effort into completing them. As I cause mayhem,

In France, poutain toutes les femmes, I knock over

The Eiffel Tower and take it's place, with my power

Because I'm in gigantamax form, devil with the horns

Or a rhinoceros, on the surface, ramming through

Virgins, I'm freestyling off the top of my head, didn't have

To make many versions. Your ignorance is the big

Difference between me and You, I'm a trickster,

Like Tricksterz but less toxic and annoying, you're just

A whiny little kid, crying for toys. I haven't seen a single

Rapper worse than Young_Shady, that fag, catfishes

Other boys, creates alts like he's a clone machine.

Different names, mentalities, different personalities.

I have an alter ego too, his name is Ketamine and

I'll unleash him if anyone talks shit. He's quick like a

Cheetah, but he ain't no cheater, he's a fucking cannibal

Will bite the meat off of any hater he sees, so don't

Worry Claimz I got your back versus Suvreme. I'm nuclear,

I'm like a chain reaction of explosion and chemical spills

Mixing together. Then came the Toxic Waste EP, just wait until

my next album drops it wont be beat.

You Kids, think you good rappers, but in reality you're just

Mumble rappers. I take craps on you while making actual

Good raps then I wrap you up in Styrofoam then send you back home,

To the garbage can. Y'all are just thirsty, probably would

Fuck Baebee_Doll, that's a no in my protocol, and I got this

Heat, so y'all better get your firewalls ready, yeah.

I’m down down in the street

I’m accepting your defeat

Bitch, You're a mince meat.

Go ahead, grab a seat.

This hoe is some whole wheat

I’d be washing you down in the Keep

This is something fucking deep

I’d be like: Don’t fucking wake me up

I’m trying to sleep, Look at me

This is something steep

2020 Times have come

This is dumb.

This is some, suck on your thumb like a baby.

This is Tom, Oh yeah oh yeah, this is Brady.

I claim to your fame

Run around, say my name, goddamn shit.

Going back in time, running down in cloud nine

The bitch is Leaking.

This is what I am Keeping,

3 Collabs, Young and Big

This isn’t one or a fucking stupid gig.

Watch the cookie, the crumble i'm the lion in the jungle

everyday's another struggle just a kid from out the gutter

all these rappers they just mumble did I st-stu-stutterr?

all these rappers I cant stand 'em mixing lean up with the Fanta

from New Jersey to Atlanta strangle rappers screamin' "PANDA!"

spark a lighter on Desiigner now his futures lookin' brighter

burn that faggot while i'm laughing then i'm ashin' on his casket

i'm an asshole thanks for askin' he ain't a fraction of this rapping

fuck the Vert I load the Uzi got me judging like i'm Judy

I miss Wu-Tang I miss Snoopy back when Biggies busting Juicy

music movies with some booty and these groupies fucking lose it

they just market the retarded with the base that kicks the hardest

life's a cycle scratch the vinyl while i'm bumping Shady Cypher

post on Tidal changing titles watch my idols get recycled

stack some Jacksons think they Michael baby Biggie wrote bible

claim they "Mobb"in' against their rivals its goes "Deep"er than survival

while my rivals are struggling for survival when they face me. I'm like

Usain Bolt, no one can outrace me, if rap's a game, again i'm a 1000 steps

ahead of the others, but i'm a step behind my shit, oh brother don't you bother

my biggest enemy is myself, 'cause i'm always only chasin' what i've already

put out, I bully myself, I make me do what I put my mind to, rap's what I put

my mind to, do. And I hope no one minds, if I outshine, everyone else on

the spotlight, no one's perfect, i'm not always right, so if I make a minor

mistake don't you start a fight, you don't have the right to speak shit to me,

i'll spit on you, i'll disrespect your whole family, i'll spit on your mother, your uncle

your step-brotha and your fatha, i'll also spit these flames lighting your house

all on fire, I got that passion and desire outlasting firefighters, yeah. Letting

me hop on a cypher isn't the greatest idea, 'cause all i'll do is rap all day like

i'm the greatest to do it, sitting here thinking about ludicrous lyrics, inherit them,

youngings learn from your ancestors, if y'all want to carry rap for the next generation,

I recommend learning from the people before you, if not then you might aswell

have been, aborted my mind is distorted, yep make the hairs all over your body

stand, comforted, sending shivers down your spine all the time, surreal raps

you cannot afford it, attack me and I got better defence than a fort! Yeah,

freestylin' for five mins 'cause we're bored, this shit is mine and this only

a part one, of nine more to come, let more artists shine and have fun,

guns strapped and attached, ready to shoot haters (bang) later alligator,

rippin' pages of paper (shhrt) same way that I rip off your heart and

intestines like Jack The Ripper, you can come and test me, but i'm your

lord and saviour, so savour your last moments of life, listening to my rhymes

before it's your time to die. I got a lot of stuff I gotta talk about, but i'll save

it for the next part as I gotta save some time 'cause i'm runnin' out of it,

your existence is undefined, why you're alive I must find out why, bitch!

yeah, uh. Let me know if ya wanna hop on the next one, bitch. Chicka-chicka,

Ketamine, i'm out, 2020.