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The Lyrical Lemonade Christmas Cypher 2.0 Lyrics

[Intro: Cole Bennett]

What's up guys, it's Cole Bennett, Lyrical Lemonade, and this is Christmas Cypher 2.0

[Verse 1: Cassius Tate]

All right, so I guess I'm gonna kick it off

My name is Cassius Tate

Shout out to everybody here who came through, you know

Mark my words, I'm Mark McGuire, with my girl, I'm out to park you

Dirt and diamonds, mind sharp like perfect diamonds, perfect rhyming

Mark and Jacob, perfect timing

Oh my god, anybody that ain't with the squad is a mark-ass [?] for the star-bass [?]

Doing chin-ups with my bar-ass [?], so I throw that shit up barf-ass [?]

Charter to the gang like I drove a Dodge with L-T and that bitch when I wrote the rhyme, I wrote the rhyme, potent for your poster, monster poster, mind poking, it's a polka, dice to poke, pokе, poke, poke, they won't, thеy lie

They're staying at the podium, they gone tonight

They're only TikTok, so you know it's time to be calling out the fake and they on my line

‘Cause can't nobody really get a bar for this dick

Working too hard, like, off the six-hits, off the mid-stick

‘Bout politicians, I can give a fuck less

Karma citrus, karma sutra, not to boost your dudes, but the karma sutra kind of will

Hell yeah, I care to tell, what goes around, it comes around

Life is like a carousel

I'm really fly, you parasail

If she carry caramel, I say hello like I'm Adele

They hate my goals like Odell

Of course they would, like hammer nails

Oh my god, anybody that be fucking with the Jakes

We gon' run up on they plates

Put the gun up to they face

Put the gun up to they waist, then we're not the same, if ain't nothing else to say, bones away[Verse 2: New World K.O.]

Hey, what's good, y'all?

I go by New World K.O., and, uh, yeah

I said, with only thirty seconds, it's hard to think how I do this shit

I'm usually the fluent, words, verse, be moving, I curved off with a truancy

Aside from dropout, it was a truancy

Yeah, and this right here is you [?] eulogy

And this right here is why [?] need to be home

I'm the most underrated, devastating [?] that's on

And shout out, step to my crown

If it's a check, then we bounce

But still, I have Michelle Rowland, Laura Knowles, like Destiny's Child

If you ain't getting way, do y'all need to be playing this?

I might get in trouble for saying this

I know Farrakhan enough for her, call me like “K.O., why is you chanting this?”

Ignorant ass, anti-label shit

Are you trying to get on?

Yeah, I am

No, no, it's all love here

I'll probably sign if the check look like a lawnmower gift

I'm at fourty-some bars, and this is my first take

Fans waiting, like this is my first take

New World, K.O

[Verse 3: J.O.]

Yo!

J.O., Kingdom Muzic, check me out

Living Godly, that's really what I've been on

Smoking these joints like Bob Marley, no cigar

Nah, not even close for these rappers that are ripoffs

Try and cover up, but get that candy wrapper ripped off

Exposed and acknowledged, collagen lips off

Clothes minded, they got it backwards and crisscrossed

I see damn people like a six sense, y'all, but I should be nice, like a white picket fence?

Nah, I'ma cause a whole lot of friction

It won't stop the flow, nah, it's so apocalyptic

I'm pro-hot, these roadblocks, I'm on a holy mission

In a different dimension, I'm the only competition

And no, I'm not religious

You probably couldn't tell that

I just met Jesus, and we started pushing hell back

My aim is not to sell rap, that's just a byproduct

Funny Keenan and Kel Kast want you to buy product, but they ain't got the sauce

They really dry as hell

These Mondo Burger looking guys will fail

I still kill beats as an emoji

That's something they gotta face like an emoji

You know my emoji is etiquette for your benefits, set and sell

Penmanship is OC, oh me, oh my, I'ma die still breathing

Bury me alive with a rhyme and a reason

Penicide, wet rap gets deleted

It doesn't edify, so it's face an extinction, I'm out[Verse 4: Corleone]

[?]

When moms caught that lean car, it was real hot

Momma had like three jobs from her, I learned to feed mine, stayed on my shit

I ain't never been no retard, I don't know about you, but to me, homie, this were odds

Have you ever did something and fell in love with it, but you ain't like the reaction, ‘cause it was all disses

Y'all say y'all was my brothers, but y'all was all missing, but I won't stop

I swear to God, man, this is my vision

I want that black coupe, top down with the doors on the people, keep calling like, where you been?

But I'm still ignoring

I dropped that disloyal, I'm like, okay, y'all still snoring, but I won't stop

I swear to God, man, I'ma keep going ‘til I reach the top

No more hoes up in my socks

I remember being broke

I remember kicking rocks

All this pain and motivation, haters like you need to stop

But I won't stop ‘til I get that number on the spot

Corleone

[Verse 5: Hoover Scott]

What's up, y'all? I'm Hoover Scott, everywhere

Start now, I'll admit it

Had a vision in my head I couldn't get to render

I doubted everything, like the late Robert Williams

Tried to be a hero, always pegged as the villain

I do it out of love, fuck the negative opinions

Started doing drugs, now we fuck ‘til we finish

Talk about life, boy, I like it like that, and the minute that you leave, you want to drive right back

The minute that you clean, you want to hide right back, but step into the scene, you don't ride like that

Me? I'm smoking on amnesia, so exotic, need a treaty

I've come to peace with no one, average people won't believe me

Intercept the perception, play on all-star D, study for a life that was not for me

Now conversations with the fam go awkwardly, asking Cam “What you finna do with that college degree?”

Hoover Scott, baby[Verse 6: Lil Kydd]

Okay, that's L-I-L K-Y-D-D

Alright, L-I-L K-Y-D-D, Trenchcoat Wizard

Okay, all my [?] want me to pitch my bars at pitches and planes

Paying dollars for the co-sign definition of lame

And I don't cast a really blow if they ain't coming out of pocket

But minus for all them cats who be thinking instead of blogging

Having groups of whites on Babatubes

Tell you what to listen to

Before you know it, yo, Nick without Mariah, that's a no-noggin

Don't they make you want to trick your throat like Hodgkin's

While you're strapping on a beer for these blogs in the weather your jaw itch?

Better eat up them numbers and call quits

And you know the music seem to be so much better than streets are in Arnist

But some thumbs up in the game make a kid think he ballin'

No reminder that clout can compensate me for my genocide, who are still straight bullets, all but the atmosphere, nor the meat

And the news don't really talk about the homies too poor to leave

Only matter of time before my pocket lots of porches and mortgage

Growth with a horrible tour, the air baguette air is more sordidly poisoned with unemployment

And boards on the doors and a wizard would contemplate leaving

But the box means more to me, because when the violence goes to where I used to play and eat, betting, put it right next to the sports of GM, Reiko, Mark, Sordid, Paul, Mark's been missing they targets and aiming horribly

The tiny little fingers of shorty don't fit the seal that he told to keep, did my town keep him cordially?

They put him in a prison in this school called attention meant to ignore his speech

[Verse 6: T.C.]

Go by T.C., you can follow me at T.C. in the mix

(

No, you're Santa

)

I'm Santa today

Alright, bear with me for a second

I wrote this shit to one train flying on a plane, no I'm kidding

But I did light up some wax, fax, woke up on the ceiling

Looked down on y'all like United Center basketball

I love the high, I can't deny, like fuck the withdrawal

And why the hell did Dre never drop Detox?

Why they keep us waiting like the iMessage three dots?

I get a rush when I push the button on the ticket kiosk

Ride up to the city for the night, to Buenos Dias

‘Cause we staying up late, uh, ‘cause we staying up late

I got a date with Destiny

And the bullshit that they talking really ain't entrusting me

Uh, sum sum sum with best to be, shout out Cole, shout out Cole Bennett and Lyrical Lemonade, and best to me, I fucked up

[Verse 7: Moore]

Alright, Cowboy Prince, follow me on Twitter at DeyWantMoore, D-E-Y W-A-N-T M-O-O-R-E

Modern politic, positive profit, inquisitive, intricate, introvert

And every verse is versatile enough to beat the worst

And fill out applications like these [?] need to work, or work a bar, been working hard since I can't graduate

And everybody wondering when I'm gonna drop a tape, hoping I don't drop the ball like a [?] pushing weight

And yeah, we in Chicago, why this Michigan Lake?

A cool town, don't fool around, it's full of phonies and fakes

A fool town, don't drown with the clowns and snakes

Participate in the game, escape, I'm grinding the course

I see you saving up for Jordans that I still can't afford

Oh well, my only passion is to grab the mic and record

‘Cause I'd rather live life than spend my life in a morgue

I wonder why [?] always wanna trip when they bored

If heaven sent, nose turned up to the Lord, I still pray

Time on my hands, more fingers to count these problems

Neighborhood watch was always pocket-watching

Drug dealers on the block, nobody tried to stop them

Our father figures to lopsided to pop them, robbed at bus stops, shot at in vacant lots

It's no wonder I pray a lot, it's no wonder I pray a lot

And big bro was always there for guidance

Turned my back on him, his wisdom left me in silence

Me and my ex had chemistry, should've paid attention to science

‘Cause I persisted track, that's why we was always fighting

Your beat gotta get my life on track, won't skip a beat

Heart beating, yeah man, it's the perfect melody

And I was nineteen when I caught that felony, so

I ain't got no time to waste, wait, I'm trying to concentrate

Threw your life away, you ain't working, you ain't graduate

I don't fear the future, I know I'ma make it anyway, pray

[Verse 8: Sansone]

I go by the name Sansone, follow me, Sansone Official everywhere

When life ain't going my way, I look inside the mirror, what that man gon’ say?

Why you fucking up, you were doing so great

When you were Mr. President, you were head of state

You know you the one everybody looking up to

You know you the one that made us all feel safe

You know you the one everybody made a role model

You know you the one with the smiling face

So face that, time to find the needle in the haystack

Time to pick the weight up off your shoulder

You the one that can escape that fake rap

Hear them all hissing in the snake grass

Face facts, no time for the bullshit

Oversaturated like I heard it in a news clip

Durban always follow ‘til you hit it with a broomstick

Man in the mirror said I never can assume shit

Learning from myself how you find self-improvement

I got a lot planned with this music

Take this shit to Neverland, see Peter Pan and cool it

Laying on a beach with the people that I grew with

Tinkerbell like to see this record sale moving

Ninth one to walk in feeling like Mark Cuban

Ninth one to walk in feeling like Rick Cuban

It's a billion dollar industry

Everybody in it to make history

It's either you all winning or I ain't shit to see

Sansone

[Verse 9: XL]

Alright, what's up? I'm XL from South Burns

I just got a quick twelve bars spit for you

It's the cutthroat that cut those struggling to compose

I only trust the bitches about as far as I can throw

I'm killing diamonds like cigarettes and you ain't seen a nickel yet

I'm fickle with the checks

I drop a band and then I grip a Tec

Keep a cool collector CC of the realest threats

Folks knew to conceive the illest when they was in bed

Fuck a stunt double crunching any copycats

Think that you can stop me?

Send shots? Roger, copy that

This the underground showing love to those who came out

Shit, I'm only seventeen, can't believe how life played out

When God decides to take me, I just saw my spirit getting paid when life hands the lemons, make Lyrical Lemonade

[Verse 10: Leland Philpot]

[?]

My name is Leland Philpot

Shout out LMG, shout out Kingdom Music

Shout out Rapzilla, you can see my video on Rapzilla too, Leland Philpot

They say “Where God? but never once questioned how they living

I'd make your body lit

Y'all dismissed like I'm probably tripping

What I got legit

God and spirit

Cotton is it

Cog is set

Learned to dodge opposition

Not with admission

Copper and different

See pictures, weed, top of the street, forgiveness given

Never run over a niggin

Never show me I'm switching

Shot a dipper and live it for innocent and I pick up

Never make me give in

Never leave or forsake you

Never weed or berate you

Never seen a debater match a witch with the creator

Who you running to with no talking through what you're gonna do

Bonus easily tongue in cheek when I evil hunting you

Understand, understand the son of man run the plan

All under blood is fam

Rock candy crush a clan underfoot

Need Jesus come and look like Thunder shook

But voice quiet as his hook

[Verse 11: Jay Lane Gatsch]

I'm Jay Lane Gatsch, Surreal Gang

Shout out to Ramaja Rock, Anacostello

Look, attention

You dig?

Debbie shoveling hard and sink in a blink of thirty seconds to Mars

Need to shrink when I visit an alien ant farm

Sicken off, never influx, but repel it with bars

Bad luck, no lucky charm

Never mellow with nods

No bucks with no fucks

Give them Sullivan bars

Delicate stars, competitive, the devil with God

Another God son, tell them I'm channeling Nas

Pick a song, you better play one

If you a bitch, you better stay one

‘Cause the day you stretch out of your flesh and try to flex like Olympic adventure

Flip dead in the coffin, the grave will be your place, son

Want a chick, that is A1

It'll be one as soon as I see one

Whenever I meet one, I meet one

Give it a D, one good time

Terminated a T, one good time

Like JJ, y'all check chicks looking like shit, nay nay

Rappers fat only all day

Where day day?

All free

Freestyle Friday

Hey AJ, look at me now

Clown, take a good look

With a sound that arouse

Good to sound how?

Making good look

Bring the house down

Architect head, I hit the books

Wow, now my countdown to a demolition hook

Motherfucker

[Verse 12: J. Will]

Alright, my name is Jalen

My friends call me J, my family call me Will, so y'all can call me J. Will

This is my rap

Intimidation, my only inspiration

Like the devil set for the inauguration

Bored by the choppy, sloppy, big poppy flow

That your words are racing

Actually, I'm ready to brace the cannon flow

You couldn't copy my data

Break the disc if they floppy

Listen, I got y'all like Snapchat, Kodak, Flashback

Nah, it's just a joke

Why I got y'all attention?

While my homies do them cash grabs

Slip back and grab two stashes of A2 hashes

And I'm actually gonna do the Sativa hashes time when I do it back in my lab

Yeah, we eat mixed greens for the afternoon slack

Huh, this my attitude lack

Yeah, my true maddened to leave Avenue sex

Huh, so don't push the silly fact

That rhyme is a fact and we're listening to Willy rap

Rhyme is a fact and we're listening to Willy rap

Huh, Willy Wabbit I got you stuck by my Wookiee blast

Now looking like you Wookiee, Wookiee, what we last

Huh, I fucked that rhyme up, but actually I'ma take it back

‘Cause that's just how I do it anyway, I take it that

And I'ma freestyle it from this point ‘til I don't take it there

So fuck it anyway, ‘cause I'ma take it with it now

I got the shot sound, you gonna look into my Chi town

I'm gonna have to bring it to the time pound

‘Cause [?], I'm gonna come in from the Chinatown

All the way to Humboldt Park while I run it round, huh

[Verse 13: Gritty Fresh]

My name is Gritty Fresh, I rep P.S. Gang

It's cold as hell outside

So I'm just fitting to warm up my [?]

Super hot, but I'm not a rapper

I don't pose a pose, like I'm out here trapping

But it'll be a hot day in the winter of Chiraq

Before I'm out here lacking

That pussy tight to get this nut I crafted

Measuring my dick, I don't know the width, but it's the size for magnums

My glass is gold, just like the rappers

Mostly rappers act as characters on cameras

Flamboyant and too flashy

Civilized, not savage

Kakarot shit

I've been in the chamber mastering these punchlines

Oh my, you marvel at the combinations

Left, right, up, down, curve, spin, then triangle

That's why I'm fucking them up, I'm coming at all angles

Bitches be tripping, guess they like to travel

Since I'm sticking this D, he takes offense when the truth unravels

I say I love you, that don't mean I have to

Anything so I don't combat you

Ready, though, then quaze the faction

[Verse 14: ?]

[?]

I'm treacherous, rhyme scheme tremendous

Destroy every sentence and dissolve all the remnants

Like I am a chemist

Come on, stop playing Pokemon

You can't catch this

No capture

Only thing I have for rappers is laughter

If they climbing to the top, I just kick down the ladder

When I get rich, stop, cop a ghost like Casper

Got a bad bitch and, oh, you can't have her

If you a snitch, I'll build a fucking blaster

Rap master, I snack rappers and smack bastards

Y'all whack blabbers, attack faster

No slacker, no lacquer, weed packer

[Verse 15: Steven Nelly]

Yo, my name is Steven Nelly, I'm with Prime Fortune

Yo, my words are weapons

Words of mass destruction

When I have the pen and pad, that's words under construction

You start getting mad because you know I'm up for something

You other MCs, wannabes, ain't saying nothing

Should I sell my soul for fortune and fame

Or use my godly-given gift and fuck up this whole game?

Keep your jewels and your dirty sluts, cunt whores

Life is my bitch, got an archer on all fours

But if I'm not cautious, we'll both fall through the floor

My metaphors are a double-headed dildo

You can't tell me your girlfriends don't fuck with it

I'm sharpening a knife under my stuffed pillow

I spit that acidic, even though my water's alkaline

I still go back to that false fork acid from time to time on my third eye shit

Boy, you stuck, be in a third wheel

Knowledge is crap, you don't got that, then nil

I never press pause because time doesn't stand still

I know you recognize me, I stand out like stainless steel

As if I wore fresh white tee to school and it's still stainless

I'm just saying, I ain't fucking with you [?]

Were you rappers on the come-up?

Better look out, because I'm a runner like Bruce Lee

Minus gravity

Can you picture my mentality?

I've been watching way too many kung fu movies

Don't make me perform it in reality

Steven Nelly

[Verse 16: Kempo Enemy]

I'm Kendrick, follow me on SoundCloud and Twitter, Kempo Enemy

All right, so shit

I don't know what I want to spit

(

Just go crazy

)

Alright

I've been on my way to Wicca with liquor and herping the stash and painting the flash

Depression is ass, perfecting my craft

Playing stupid when the [?] asks a question because these [?] want some answers, but they never gave me nothing

My pleasure is the booty like treasure

Walking the path to the Mecca

Chalking the game

You can't fathom

It's not checkers

I'm on platinum for every one of my albums

Gonna blow like an album

My [?] in on the outcome

We need incomers on the way

Then I work in the dark

Putting work off the clock

Bitch, I'm akin to the Clark

Fuck a kryptonite

If you ain't my brother, I might be impolite

Me and my [?] chosen like some Israelites

Waves into gigabytes

Capitalize on all my failures

I'm in the club like Australia

What I tell you, we keep it moving like a trailer

It's tragic how all of this happened

Had my face to the ceiling

Had my back on my mattress

I came back with Avengers and a little bit of practice

Now when I spit, I overheat like I play for the Mavericks

Am I ready? Overly

Already overly

Started school around noon and they like, how he oversleep?

Insane assembly, yack

Drinking cognac

[?] don't want combat

Conversion on how they want me on the contract

Contacts

I'm 20-20, I don't need no contacts

Real [?] feel me without the contact

I'm taking charge of all this shit

[?] say they with me, but you want a part of all this shit

I start, stop, and then depart from all this shit

I deserve a lot of bread and a lot of sloppy hair

Like Kawasaki, bam

I dig Bombay

Why you drive to Bombay?

Why you checking bags just like security from Conway?

I be going nuts, no sprinkles up on a Sunday

I mingle with single women

They eat ya, I pringle women, I finger women

I just love the police on women

Wherever I go, it don't matter the flow

You listen to me

I glisten like a drop on the leaf

Or do I glisten like a leaf full of Keith?

I'm not talking about cheap

But my [?], we cheap

Chicago, Illinois

The land is smelly on you, but no air recorded

I know they say I'm ignorant

I know I move around like a figment of your imagination

But like Ness Mustang, you masturbating

I'm steady navigating through traffic

Shout out my man, Traffic

Shout out my man, Love

You want a hit, then we smash it

I'm a fruitful of passion

I can't give me away, but you can eat on the rations

[?] biting their capital

But who laughing now?

I laugh to show that even though I could be on the honor roll

I'm still going to end up on the roll

Is that an issue?

It's the rumble in the jungle

You're a fucking issue

It's often then some soaking tissue

But fuck it

I'm just trying to live life like what I need a bucket for

And look, lay a foundation like Dr. Huxley did

A kid of the nation, but I'm a king of the spirit

You put these trends in their minds and then ask, why would I smear them?

I felt the reapers touch

So why would I fear?

And my sense is not to comment

How the hell do I hear?

Where the hell is my conscience?

I'm thinking about shit

I see how they asking for water like they leaking their shit

So you're not speaking for shit

My mind is lost in the trends

These people too feeble

Why they not taking a stand?

I just need a little power and a fucking advance

Because I'm too fucking advanced

So I keep learning these lessons and then I teach what I can

[Verse 17: T-Love]

Hey, what up, y'all? I'm T-Love

Follow me on Twitter, Instagram, UncleTom22 no space

Don't need no hoes

Don't need no snakes

I need a blunt that I can face

Dip it and lean, I love the taste

Used to say no, now she just chase

Don't need no hoes

Don't need no snakes

I need a blunt that I can face

Dip it and lean, I love the taste

Used to say no, now she just chase

Don't need no hoes

I need the cash

Getting the money and making it last

I flip the pack, then I get it right back

You should look how I track, because you [?] is trash

I pop a Xan, cancel my plans

Hit up your bitch, because she know who I am

Your bitch bought my music

She is a fan, but I can't hold her hand

Because I'm holding these bands

Damn, pussy [?] talking about beef

Forty weeks, smoked a blunt with this bitch, now we brief

Pussy [?] better take a seat

He a tweaker like his girl

Pussy, he gonna get feet

[?], don't make me repeat, because I'm balling this

Oh, shit, my bad

Oh, shit

Hey, that's it, though

That's it

[Verse 18: Sandy Castle]

Alright, check it

Hey, my name is Sandy Castle, shout out Lyrical Lemonade

I pull up in that Supreme

Shorty do the team

2016, now Sandy on the scene

Molly with the lean

Got my .30 with the beam

I pull up saucy

Tommy on me

Pull up to the party

Yeah, I'm tagging with the Sharpie

I can rap with no beat

I can trap with no weed

I stay with the heat

Pull out a lighter, so I can spit that fire

These hoes loving my attire

Pull up in the nudies and my buckalooie

From the cop of QP, instead of the goofies

Kick back and smoke a Lucy

Yo hoe trying to do me

I pull up too fleek to the party

Yeah, I'm rocking

I pull up like a rock star, because I got cars

Foreign hoes, foreign bras

Ask me where my [?] from

They in Boston, and they all tens

EP for free

They ask me where my album from, because I'm a hot boy

Just out here from Chi-Town

Hand me my crown

[Interlude: Cole Bennett]

[?]

So everyone's done?

Everyone who wanted to rap, did rap

[?]

[?]. Alright

[?]

He won the battle

He gets the grace

[?]

[Verse 19: Moore]

Alright, That Boy Prince, follow me on Twitter at DeyWantMoore, D-E-Y W-A-N-T M-O-O-R-E

Black light, posters posted

Black hole in my heart, tore my torso open

Always dreaming, steady hoping, Heaven's Gates is always open

Open up, pop, I be profaned

All this pain, sweat, I be hurting

And I'm a little scared of clowns

This a nightmare, not a circus

Hope I get my wings, black flight, soul plane

Black mascara running down your face, baby girl, I feel the pain

Hard to tell you storming out, you always crying when it rains

Black lips on your black lipstick, leaving scratch marks on my back

Hard to tell it's really over, because I really want you back

Black Vic, don't take my light away

Black fist fight, don't throw your life away

Heart black as coal, heart filled with tobacco

I'm sorry for the hassle

I know you love your asshole

As much as I done been through, I still put you through some shit too

And you say, I'm in my feelings, and I'm way too sentimental

You get let on like a pencil

Let's get straight to the point

I mean, only time she love me when I'm rolling a joint

Okay, cool, black pool, bought her figure eight

Wait, like, let me check my calendar, Black Friday date

Tell them we could kick it all, black like the raid

And if they cut the lights out, then we gonna fight through the shade

I know shit seems dim, but we done had brighter days

I mean, with the lights out, feels like we lost in a maze

[Verse 20: J.O.]

Hey, check it out

I say, this is not a challenge

We got another one

My hands callous

Gripping this chalice, sipping salvation from it

From the pit to the palace

Body like Dalmatian puppets

Puppets hollering and cussing

The custom to saying nothing

Pushing poison to the people

And they tell me not to judge ‘em?

What? I see through the game they running

I'm Deebo, I'm reaching for the chains that they tucking

The pain that's consumption can control your life

I see them running from the rain, ‘cause they don't know Christ

But we dancing in the storm, transformed by the light

I'm swinging on these demons with my sword

That's the might

I'm past the height of no return

Appetite for holy words

After I completely eat this, they'll think I'm so berserk

Popping pills, smoking herbs, that is what I used to do

That me, so gone, you might have missed a funeral

Twist it like a Rubik's cube, my frame was

But I cannot go out like that, my mind made up

I raised the bar in his name, y'all

I only rap to let you know that Jesus saves y'all

I'm out

He's right now