Sdk Cypher 2018 - Caspian, Merkules, Evil Ebenezer

Evil Ebenezer

Yeah, I still hear those war cries

Got a four-five in my coat line

It’s go time, Stompdown is the crew, man

We keep hittin', got bruised hands

Few bands and the cube van, we’re staking paper like news stands

I’m fucked up off that bottle, right?

Never care for a lot of hype, never been that conscious type

Fuck trynna live a modest life

You always trynna have a confrontation

I’m just trynna have a conversation

Who’s illest all across the nation?

You know it’s me, just an observation

Hit the spot, now any minute, get this money

Don’t get offended

You a spoiled brat like gimmie presents

I’m a rockstar like Jimi Hendrix

In the Benz now, with a nice stack

You over there by the bike rack

I stay focused on sidetrack, my heart cold like an ice pack

All these bad guys are a bad joke

Act tough and their back stroke

Gotta lift the barrel full of black smoke

Now your family dressing in black clothes

From the basements to the big time

Never talked shit, just took mine

Look inside, I got a sick mind

Leave you pistol whipped like 6ix9ine

Ai

Caspian

They called me OG when I turned 25, that’s facts

Teach my young boys scream fuck the other side

That’s rap, I ain’t gotta ask if shawty wanna ride

With slang, I grew up with killaz down to catch a homicide

That’s gang, I’m like 2Pac in my country, hoe

Ask around, they can’t touch me, hoe

Got a hundred stash for the pay back if the situation gets ugly, hoe

You are not fucking with slang

Susan, Uganda and Spain, knock your ass out of the frame

Leave you and none of you change

Your mama crying in pain, I’m that Stompdown prince

Yeah, I ain’t calmed down since

I’m like fuck the cops

Bitch, I’m on the block in the all brown mink

Fuck what’s your small town think

I’m that hometown king

I’ll make your whole town sink

You ain’t seen dope that clean

It’s slang

Lil Windex

Hi there

I’m the guy with french fry hair

Finna put these pseudo baby rapper in a new high chair

Everybody hate me, I said fuck 'em, why do I care?

This is my spot, not yours, I don’t time share

I don’t even got a hint of sympathy, nah

Imma kill everyone of these kids deliberately

Why the fuck you think I live so miserably?

All these people mad cause I earned my shit legitimately

Shut up, you can suck my dick, you thot

Man, you don’t even need to test my shit, I’m hot

I bet you couldn’t even jump to hit my spot

We ain’t showing here no loves, so bitch kick rocks

Hey, I’m borderline nuts

From the city where we drink and drive oversized trucks

If you really wanna get it, I got four-five slugs

Twelve gauge with your name on it, wanna ride up?

Merkules

Yeah we made our first milly in it by ourself

Got a fully automatic inside my belt

So much ice on my neck I think I might drown

They don’t got no connection like they WiFi down

Wonder where Merk send them and came the honest

Somewhere in first class eatin' stake and lobster

If they want warfare then I’m Davy Crockett

Fuck around and get laced like a pair of Converse

Merkules

We on the come up, come up

I don’t feel like coming down

I’m yellin' «Fuck 'em»

Like blocka blocka

Rest in peace to 'em now

Merkules

Man, I swear, somebody better pray for them

When it’s beef we squeeze, we don’t make amends

You can find me in the hood like painted rims

I put a bird to your shirt like Drake and Em, yah

Merkules

Go go gadget, the logo tatted, I’m closing caskets

I kill these rappers and photograph then I post my caption

For keepsake I might cremate 'em and smoke their ashes

So pass the blunts in the ashtray, I’m rollin' backwoods

It’s Merk