[Intro: KXNG Crooked]
Yo, whaddup y'all, it's your man, KXNG Crooked
Check it out
You know what I'm about
I'm about the bars
I'm about the talent over politics
I'm about the culture
That's why I want y'all to check this new cypher out
It's the Worldwide Cypher Takeover
About to takeover the world with these bars
Let's watch

[Verse 1: GAWNE]
Let's talk about them subpar gun bars, gats and Glocks
Only strap that you got is your Apple Watch
If you're the worldwide cypher then
Youtube Volume 2 must've been rapped by some astronauts
'Cause this ain't worldwide, intergalactic
Got that bird's eye view over Earth likе the moon, what the fuck can I do?
Uh, this ain't nothing new
I came out the womb a killer like Goku
Them flows were so smooth, steady fed 'em soul food
This that old school era from nineties to '02
Potent fumes if you step in my room 'cause CO2
Smokes floor to ceilin', fillin' the whole booth, you're old news
Talkin' 'bout an L, but my Spotify's seven times bigger than those two
So, oh shoot, that was never beef, it was tofu
When steppin' in my arena, you get eatin'
No competin' when it comes to making good fuckin' music, I shine through
Bitch, let me remind you
Shady Records, Slaughterhouse, cosign what I do
So I pay no mind at the hatin' kind and the lazy guys
Where they go and get paid for the way that I take a line and I break it down eighty-nine times
Make it around so hot that my face is straight on fire used to pray to God
Till I became one, now I'm way on top, motherfucker, we ain't gon' stop, nah! (Hah!)
Ain't no one better than me, I'm a veteran, pen is elite
Every centimeter of the beat is defeated, I beat it up, eat it like bon apètit when we go to the feast
I'm a predator, y'all are just meetin', yeah, speakin' of beef, you're figurin' they're weak and vegan
I'll leave 'em with teeth in the spleen, and then they get to wheezin' and chokin', can't breathe (Brrt!)
Shoot my shot, Tory Lanez, up until his story changed
I don't shoot at feet, I leave a gory brain
Dark and messy, got 'em I'm sleepin' like narcolepsy
Till the narcs catch me
In the booth, more bars than a benchpress machine
Yeah, my words carry weight, cartels, I ain't talkin' barbells, uh
Claimin' that they killed it, but the beat was playin' possum shit
Me and all the squad now really made it posthumous (Yeah)
[Interlude 1: GAWNE]
Yeah
It's the motherfuckin' takeover... bitch

[Verse 2: CHVSE]
I'm tellin' artists it's stupid, they're tryin' cross with me (Huh?)
All for the king to a god but I got 'em on a tee (Tee)
Teeth hurt, y'all are too fake, need some Oral B (Huh?)
Y'all ain't gettin' laid, you get laced up if I'm on the feet (Brrat!)
Morbidly obese, personas will go to war with me ([?])
Fat boy, hungry for views, this dude will start a beef
Just so we could eat, brought the fire, I'll supply the grill
If I don't kill him on the beat, I know his diet will (World Wide League)
Better with me, just get up and leave (He's my bitch)
Get on your knees (Bars my prison), son of a bitch
Made my shiv with the ice on the wrist, tellin' my bitch I'ma kill her for streams (O. J. Simps')
All on my feed (Shift it and run), only go freeze (Ah!)
Flow is colder (Yeah), y'all ain't meet the quota (Nope)
Soldiers turn to fruit as soon as me and Grizzy rollup (Haha)
Barrin', hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, sick of signs you throw up
I show 'em up 'cause at they shows, not a soul would show up (Damn)
Callin' me the Em clone? You're losin' yourself
That's career suicide, homie shootin' himself
Because the dudes who got shooters could tell
You ain't a shooter yourself, dawg, be true to yourself (You pussy)
You a bitch, never hit the streets (No)
I said I'd never fight a pussy, I just flick the bean (Brrt)
Man, I didn't intervene when you dissed my dawg
So be gettin' me and take it with a grain of salt, you bitch (Ah!)
[Verse 3: DKRapArtist]
Man, I'm excited to write this track
Mum lost her house, I made a promise to buy it back (I'll buy it back)
And I ain't gonna let her down, I'm just climbing up through the ranks
And I bet that she's looking down like, "Thank fuck that he good at something", uh (Thank God)
I made it out of the house that was full of roaches
The clothes that I never chose but got handed down
My emotions were so overloaded, I could have overspoken at any moment
Took the path of drugs and just overdosed from a lethal dosage
All the chat about having gats in the trap, we don't condone it (We don't)
You got kids that look up to you and you still promote it
Glorifying killing and shooting people for any motive
Like murder is cool? Man, that shit is bogus
Enough of the chat, police are kicking the door of your flat, you've got to stash
'Cause you've got coke on the table, plus there's more in the back, fucked in a flash
Don't want to waste your life, especially not for the cash
Time is all I want 'cause I know it's the one thing I won't ever get back, yeah
You don't wanna be always running from sirens
Locked away, doing time, and stay surrounded by violence (No, you don't)
You should only focus on reaching early retirement
You don't have to become a product of your environment

[Verse 4: Knox Hill]
Racism facin' the nation, wages, they pay for the slavery
Paper is chains so we're chasin' labor for change in our nature
Trainers are traitors that are made in basements full of wages
And places that are basic daycares for children on acres owned by dictators
But ayy, see the wave (Hi), long as the Nike's lookin' fresh
The truth is swooshed, does anybody check? (Hmm)
That's why I rap outside the box (Yeah)
Till the day that I'm wrapped inside the box (Ah) in a private plot
Suicidal thoughts try to find their mark, in the dark of the night, these bars are light
These scars are the right, fuck a heart, fuck a like, no filter, my brain flip forward
Give you all these grams of the buzz that can't be bustlin', I never gave a fuck
Why would I ever give a thought?
And all you rappers blamin' the beat? You stay defeated (True)
Just pass me the mic, I'll jack these sons, you can't beat it (Uh)
You can't come at me, that con dome will be bleedin', throw your shade, son, till you get heated
But yo, Samad, pass the rock, motherfucker
Who's at the door? It's Knox, motherfucker
I'll leave you in that hill, don't you plot, motherfucker
Don't fake with the ball, take your shot, motherfucker
[Interlude 2: Knox Hill, KING BLITZ]
I'm out
King shit

[Verse 5: KING BLITZ]
Look, hol' up, this here is major (Ah)
Cookin' up with my delivery, I should probably cater, but I'm not a waiter
But I'm bringin' shit to the table like solvin' equations
And if you ain't addin' up, know I'm carryin' one
Don't make me demonstrate it, I'm ill, so I illustrate the statement (Ah)
Understand what I feel like if you playin' the role, I'm not partakin' or participatin'
Flow on a hyperbolic chamber
Every minute I'm a day of trainin' is way up on me then pain
Let me get to the eyes and I'm in rhymin', take a look up at the past man, I've been grindin'
And I got up in this shit, no, I started the bottom of the bitch, with the flow mesmerizing
And wrecked your job and you tell me, "I could go braggadocious or conscious"
Don't want no nobody get up in the middle of the battle
We be livin' in these cultural problems, I'm hella mad
They react to black like we predators (Yeah)
They make our homes the scene of the crime then hold us for evidence (Wack)
What it's like to be American? Daily prejudice, regimens
Pointin' they arrogance down the barrel they got us starin' in (Facts)
Resident, though it's evident, it's hard to live in this hell knowin' you heaven-sent (Yeah)
Just expressive shit, really compressin' it
Needs to aim towards that progressive shift, they ain't addressin' it
Computer thugs really gettin' capped, and we ain't pressin' shift (For real)
Look, told you I'ma keep climbin' over your noodle
Go for the top with this rhymin', no beef on my shit
King shit only, I promise, kingdom, we climbin'

[Interlude 3: KING BLITZ]
Read in between the lines, n***a
King

[Verse 6: DuaneTV]
Anybody want smoke, they gettin' flexed on
N***as out here thinkin' they bad 'cause they chest drawn
Everybody's sayin', "You simple, I ain't impressed, dawg"
Well, I don't really care about punchlines, I ain't attend prom
Only mobbin' for my kinfolk, drama never been known (Nope)
Pimpin' like Obama in a pinto
Anyone got problems, n***a, get low to click close
Unless there's no pressure, we throwin' logic out the window
Now you want gun bars, most do them wrong
'Cause dudes mad lost, like, "Let me go and shoot at y'all"
"I got a gun so big it's like a blue RAV4"
Well, my nine's in the side pocket, n***a, my pool game's strong
Fuck everybody after me, I ain't givin' up
N***a, I came up with nobody, so I ain't get no love
I'll be solo till I die, n***a, I'ma live it up
So if you feelin' there's an issue, homie, I don't give a fuck (Uh)

[Verse 7: 100 Kufis]
Bar heavy, I was forced to get a liquor license
They've been afraid 'cause they really know I've been the nicest Outright, I will out-write all you awful writers
Pen game tight, shit, I might got arthritis (Uh)
If I don't like you, I don't like you, ain't no sneak dissin'
Knock you out your shoes, you'll wake up and find your sneaks missin'
This is how we handle the beef, we eat different
See the heat, toss that shit back like I'm flee flickin'
I'm spittin' heat, you gotta see that shit with heat vision
I keep switichin' up the flow, they gettin' seasickness
My bread good like them Red Lobster cheese biscuits
If you know like I know, them shits is delicious
We don't rap alike, this a different appetite
You dudes fruity, you remind me of an apple slice
The way I run tracks, it's a fact I might have passed you twice
You ain't a rapper, you a preacher–pass the mic
If you was half as nice, you will understand I got the juice
I just poured my soul in it like a glass of ice
Any rapper go against Kufi is a sacrifice
Two things I never give is a bad verse or bad advice
Before you gamble with your life, you better pass the dice
Before you ask to see my demons, better ask for Christ
I caught that lil' n***a slippin' at the traffic light
Blow! Something 'bout to go down, I'm glad it's night

[Verse 8: Gatsb7]
I heard Gats' in every verse, yo, I guess I've been summoned
So sub me in, I'm starvin', ain't no fuckin' ounce in my stomach
I've been counted out for years, now I'm 'bout to see summits
And I ain't ever begged for shit, ain't no colostomy, run it
Look, so many screamin' for change, but they never feed the meter
Artists get a morsel then deviate with a new demeanor
Even when they preach in remedial forward matters
When the benji's comin' in, they hit buttons and movin' backwards, ain't no dilo
It's about the bottom line, homie, this a free throw
Haters better step aside when I get in beast mode
Say you run the game, well, I'm really 'bout to repo
Snitches gettin' stitches, bitch, I never roll with Lilo
So I'm silently about it
I got the heart of a lion, and never back from the challenge
I lay low until you tell me I can't
I never needed your approval, I just needed a chance, it's Gats

[Verse 9: Sage]
You feel it creepin', the ill-i-ness be–
Ginin' to seep in, venom I release when I'm drillin' a beat
Chill with the Reaper, but still, it is me that is fillin' his dreams
You gonna be ready for bed, Freddy, when fake Kruegers get killed in their sleep?
Real when I speak, 'cause when I spit it's a movie, and it's my duty
To be flushed with the kind of crap that the rap game lacks when the shiznit isn't movin'
'Cause this to me what a list is to a 3D being that exists in 2D
Truly moving on a different level than everyone, they never want to listen to me
Snoop D-O double G, ooh-wee, what a nightmare, I want to smoke you weeds
You're sketchy, so to illustrate how I score on you the second you touchdown, I Drew Breeze
What's foul is to be playing like a chicken little, it'll bust out a two-piece
And in the cold and going to take shots on a line, when the only way to know how is to freeze
Who needs 'em a sockin'? I'm takin' off what I'm walkin' in and put a rock in it, they can all get it
Not dissin' if you're not with it, but I'm not finna bomb when I'm goin' off in it, off in it
Though too often it can all get twisted and all that
When this isn't dissin' at all, man, it's just what you'd call rap

[Verse 10: Murkemz]
They idolizin' the sire 'cause I'm providin' the wires
To blow this motherfucker off the hinge and stop the entire production
Make 'em say "Fuck you," run home while sobbin' and cryin'
Hyenas laughin', they spotted, they meet the dominant lion
I tried to vibe with the cypher, Samad was droppin' the fire
A couple n***as was cool, some guys was awkward and tired
These substitute teacher lookin' n***as talkin' 'bout rhymin'
I leave these pussies for dead, then stick a fork in they hymen
Let the mac unload, crack his skull, quit the bag of [?]
Chattin' code, packin' .4s so we don't crack and fold
Trap a load, servin' motherfuckers like mac and rol'
And bangin' on 'em with the hammer, like whack-a-mole
Hol' up, let me chill, I'm hearin' they heart pumpin'
Thought they was big dogs, you puppies is far from it
And I feel like a track referee, so start stuntin'
On your mark, get set, when I shoot, they start runnin'
Murk

[Interlude 4: Grizzy Hendrix]
Y'all motherfuckers know what time it is
It's the Worldwide Cypher Takeover
And we 'bout to wrap it up like this
I go by the name of God Grizzy, let's go

[Verse 11: Grizzy Hendrix]
What makes you think you the hottest? You too broke, don't wanna pay homage
With that logic, you should just go retire 'cause no one's coppin', please
Unless it's Carl Winslow rappin', don't get mad I'm blockin'
Get mad at these rappers droppin' all that traction
I think Oscar De La Hoya ain't no boxin' me in with that silly nonsense
Gotta get rich before I die, I need more commas and more dollars
For these bills, I got O'Reilly, never hottest, Samad was poppin'
Not no lip gloss or Lil Mama, I'ma shoot your ass a follow
After I body your beat and I ain't have to use the llama (Achoo)
Damn bro, you good?
Excuse me, I've been off this shit quite often when I'm off the meds like Marshall
Flow is out of this world like martians, we've been marchin', Malcom, Martin
Still ain't killers with no problem, now y'all killers with no conscience
Y'all talk knowledge then talk violence, is it Huey or y'all Riley?
Wrote this rhyme all in my boxers, I feel like Muhammad Ali
In an airplane with no pilot, goin' kamikaze
With Em and Bin Laden in the cockpit, so come and suck this cock, bitch
ASAP, it's rocky
Y'all ain't packin' peace unless you rap like geeks, it's Ghandi
I know we all got two sides, but damn, somebody lyin'
All these knowledge catchin' bodies but nobody dyin'
Stop it, some body gotta be lyin' somewhere where no one can find them
But I guess I love fake gun bars, this that shit y'all want, dawgs?
Snoopin' through y'all profiles and all I see some good guys, like that dog
That tough talk, make one call and they gone, no mumble rap too, fuck off
I know these n***as don't want war, so what the fuck would I run for?
No treadin' mills on this song
These bars goin' over your head, you monkeys get swung on
A difference between lyricists and rappers with good penmanship
Pedophiles with a pen, y'all be on that kiddie shit
Epstein flows, they gon' hang themselves in the end