Kyle G featuring Gerardo Balza - 2 Cents Cypher, Pt. 3 (feat. Rhymetime & Mezcal) Lyrics

Step into the house with my Ouija
Feeling like Yeezy, thinking that speaking to God
Goodie goodies gon' feel queezy who meet me as I'm on the table moving like Blue Meanie
All cats strat to the hypnotized track
All my friends are surprised that I rap
Not hotness don't got this so drunk freestyle took the whole party hostage
Everybody gon' stare at the floor
Say its getting late now they headed to the door
Me I'm in the zone I don't notice I'm alone at the show in my skull I'm Scott Malone
Truly kids my microphone can't find my songs which site you on?
I'm the headliner, you know it's me. I got 29 streams in 2019
Never put the year in your rap, dates the track. Sorry Kyle let me take it back
They hit the stage in an awkward stance looking pretty shaky Dr. Katz
My aching back got me facing facts, years wear down spines like paperbacks
But a lazy rap no not a chance rather make ya'll rock in a sailor hat
F*ck with me like Illwinded P or f*ck off like Illwinded's knee
All I need ya'll energy like Nick Cage yelling bout them bees
Dream collabs I MOP, Mezcal and Kyle g
Two out of three and we do what it be and we holding it down for the SLD - f*ck
I f*cked up the name of the city we're from. Kyle let me get a second take
No no no I know you're next let me get a second take real quick
Please?

With a beat like this catch me riding slow
Check the rear-view five times for the 5-0
Stay in yo lane as a means of survival
Season your thoughts with supremely cut vinyl increasing your waves every tidal
Call me Terry Schiavo how I keep it live yo
See me at a live show or rapping through your iPhone
One microphone, two degrees. GPA about 3.3
And my BAC I plead the 5th, down that fast then I roll a spliff
Left my Rohto-Vs in my other pair of jeans at the DMV just failed my eye test
Bout to pull a Ron Artest then I think about my time on house arrest or how my celly Used to that he peddled Jelly Bellies stolen from the cop station, now I'm feeling patient
Stay in the white lines, bright lights, night time flashing, crashing, reaction late
Gassing late can't slam the breaks, call me Nile G how I saturate
Like sorry officer that I stained your shoes
Ain't the first time that I made the news
Why the boys in blue always angry dudes, dial 911 send em all your nudes
Or maybe flag em down at a crosswalk
My verbal onslaught will make they jaws drop
I tell em tell the judge to make the laws stop
And please point me to the nearest pot shop
I got 2 cents for you and all your bitch ass thoughts
Yo wassup?

I carry the torch with unbearable force
So when its of everything take care of what's your's
Set sail on various tours
Body bagging the beat like I'm burying a corpse
I am the Headless Horseman on my death bed I lay remorseless
Tryna cross me bet just say no more bitch
Things are getting real great real quake
My days are getting shorter every moment
I'm smoking more potent than your usual strain
Mezcal such a beautiful name taking a first class trip on this musical train
You wack MCs stay stupid and lame
You refuse to pave the way you choose the same blueprint
I do this joint on some exclusive Confucius point of view
Third eye movement amusement
Either way you choosing you win or losing
It's so amusing just how our cruise win
Sit back relax these caps be booming
Buckett on the track producing
F*ck it we be back we moving on a bogus journey like Bill and Ted
They fill your head with 90s threads or some badbrains with Jamaican dreads
She's great in bed when I'm making bread
I'm gon' fake my death when I make her come back
Retrace tour step you can find me on the track
We busting heads when the bass line slap
You must be dead if your neck don't snap
Supply and demand please don't try and rebrand
Rhymetime and KG we high as we can be
Always so fine and dandy that's my two cents ya'll no time for plan B