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Rap​-​Masters

by Detroit CYDI

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    we did a split vinyl not too long ago with some of our fellow michigan musicians, Cold Men Young. it features "IDGAF" by Detroit CYDI & Stryfe as well as "Fire" by Cold Men Young.

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1.
New Birth 03:58
Stryfe: This some new birth shit, A stand up nigga on some Kanye concert shit. No rehearse, grand slam off the first pitch. Got em screamin Gotdamn in the churches. Curses, it weren't for them meddlin' Kids from the land of the never too benevolent. Slangin dope on a Mongoose, niggas peddlin, Higher than an extra terrestrial rollin X's on a zeppelin. Well, the champs still here, you proly can tell, If you was tryna trip us up, you proly'll fail, You go against us, we proly prevail, give 'em hell, They don't know what to do with the beats like Roger Goodell. Hopin for the big fish, wishin 'em well, Gave 20% to the snakes, tippin the scales. Niggas want me to step away from diggin this trail, But I got fire for 'em hotter than the kitchen in hell. The CYDI comin out the box cold as Michigan mail. Slangin' rounds like a Michelin sale, You got something to say to me, it better be about making cheese or some business, I don't wanna hear your interesting tales. I got a big bat, swingin like 2 husbands switched snatch. Leave you praying like a sinning Christian that done slid back. Trying to build in a city that fits, flip that, Tryna fit a whole CYDI in the building, dig that.... ILLingsworth: take the shovel out clear the rubble out it ain't a hole deep enough we couldn't hustle out from the land that nobody gave a fuck about and if you stuck around the mission's to shut you out been starved and barred and been roughed up scarred and been crushed underfoot of the musclebound ain't no solace where law enforcement gun you down while your uncle and your mum and your son around nope, they don't even wait until the sun is down vilified before your body ever touch the ground knees buckling, such is the suffering, much is asked from those entrusted with the humble-crown came in the game unannounced, no rubber now so we living for the blurry image in the ultrasound hard to choose a candidate when every one is foul spidey senses got me buggin when a sucker smiles Rufio Jones: I'm riled up Cause I got the attitude Of a black Ebanezor Scrooge Money pile up With expensive tastes Just don't get it misconstrued It's just high time That it's my time Line for line Rhymes like fine wine Smart art Intelligent design kinds Gift from God, DiVinci Code Decipher signs It's so polar vortex in the D Ain't nobody protecting the streets So mind your business And mind your businesses No snitching No kind of witnesses We don't know what Crime prevention is Sign your life away Poor penmanship Plan on five to ten For ignorance Read between the Lines of sentences Sean Uppercut:
2.
Do Your Job 02:41
MAKE SURE TO WATCH & SHARE THE VIDEO: youtu.be/WMUFRqemWfs Please do your job and share this video. We meant that in the nicest way possible :). To contact us: Facebook: facebook.com/DetroitCYDI Twitter: twitter.com/DetroitCYDI Tumblr: detroitcydi.tumblr.com lyrics Rufio Jones: (OH SHIT) Shout out to my Engineer Rick Me and my niggas goin Red #40 in this bitch Yeah, get hype We ain't got time For relaxin Lookin at my Rollie Bout time for some action Worked all week Decompression sounds sweet Now I'm dressed all chic Bout time for distractions Matchsticks We blowin up the stage Like the Predator We got all the pretty girls Ears like a festival Sean Uppercut: Professional, exceptional, otherwise respectable Aint nothin else that could rhyme with respectable Sike naw, I found one....my vocab's plentiful Why I been the best to do mesmerizing spectacles Magic I conceive, they still can't believe A fifty foot pimp, tricks up my sleeve And everything I breathe's at least best threes y'all pet peeves like pets peeing on fresh things Chorus: I don't wanna tell you how to do your job But, watch us and we'll show you how to move a crowd Doc ILLingsworth: hundred yard stare, victory never escaping us so here, take the blunt, oh wait holmes, it's angle dust niggas raining bucks so that some stanky hoes can rake it up and now them hoes fighting and the bouncer ain't go break it up funny with the money call him mummy 'cause he paper'd up twenty, twenty, twenty, now she tonguing on a labia vodka nigga, drank it up sock a nigga, thanks to us coppers enter, taze you up then drop you in a safety bus Rufio Jones: (It's too crunk) Our parties get shut down On the regular The fire marshall Has been called To the vestibule Noise pollute We got this bitch Packed out Motherfuckas fin'ly gotta Chance now To act out So act wild Sweat your hair out Pull them tracks out If you had the opportunity And backed out… Bet you mad now And how God damn clown Man wow These girls they got they shirts north And they skirts south Chorus Sean Uppercut: I stroll in jauntily, business suit and Sanford and son theme as my entrance music fireworks goin off, but they broken Had to put out the flames so my jacket smokin Hahaaaa, You in the dancerie, and had to glance a fee But I'm an nerd got this lap dance for free On dark knights I hang fools upside down Rappin in a deep voice like "answer me answer me Doc ILLingsworth: drop em, from 2nd story white em out, write em out time em out, it's like they fighting the mic so I gotta bring the Tyson out the Michael Eric Dyson out Happy Birthday here's a cake, but there's ricin in the icing now he's sliding to the floor and all the light inside his eyes be out his chick straight 6 she tried to dime me out this hole's too deep, no climbing out no Folger's, we grind it out lemme get crispy chicken wrap and sea salt fries we out Chorus x 2
3.
Go Fast 03:29
Rufio Jones: Oh my God I mean, OMG Your attention span Ain't what it's sposed to be I abbreviate bullshit And talk like I type Spit like I'm on a pulpit And write like Mike So I gotta hurry up Every millasecond counts Act like it's a stick up In then I'm out (wow) Bounce. Shake. Dip. Means you can either dance Or you leave this bitch Any laps in judgment Run circles around 'em Early bird gets the worm And I found 'im Nigga gotta problem wit it Fuck whatever he think I cop a damn attitude Take me to the precinct Heart cold As the Red Wings rink Throwin everything at niggas Plus kitchen sinks Can't hear, can't see My evil's through speak Need an attitude adjustment My shit should be tweaked I can do this all week You do this all weak My city, your feats They both start with D You'll start to see Don't start with me Always the quiet ones You want no parts of me Partially deranged Marginally psycho Read you the shit And I bet it was a typo I got niggas From Joy Road to Brightmoor Who'd like to get your Punk ass stifled ILLingsworth: i bet you'd rather pray for disaster than step into the face of the master of space and hereafter
4.
Rufio Jones: I'm black as The kettle and the pot I'm straight at blackjack But better at the slots Cause it's always A chance to advance Ballin ass tan And I dance like its ants in my pants I'm not that Flash in the pan kinda man Might need to be banned But my fans understand Sands of the hour glass These are the days of our lives Three hundred 65 (that's right) Now put your hands in the air Psych, fuck all that shit Midwest accent She like the way I say her name Drives her bat shit My tongue, your passion fruit Can I have it? Oh my, the yes is implied I'm hype our paths will collide A deep breath inside is advised Cause my dick is the only thing Awoke as my pride
5.
Rufio Jones: Our blind date was on the 16th Thank God she was shorter than me I went to shake her hand She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek Man, I didn't know what to think We were talking bout all type of things Like movies, school and In three years where she wanted to be Our convo went smoothly A flawless beauty She touched my leg and said "Excuse me" To go freshen up And man, I saw that butt Not sure if she was trying to woo me But it worked She was Macy's parading In that miniskirt I think she caught me Cause she gave me a little smirk I paid the tab then I hailed us a cab That's when it really started raining bad I walked her to her door And this I couldn't believe She said she didn't want me to leave (I'm really thinking that…)
6.
Drop 5 03:33
Drop 5 where the bar at Drop by where the mall at Spend 5 hours in it like a mall rat Drop 5, gimme all that On the front tables And the tall racks I need like All the black jeans and the fall jackets Hatchet to All my old clothes/I'm appalled that I kept them this long which is wrong Cause they all wack So… hook me up With a suit coat and a bow tie Okay?! Gotta be somewhere in an hour And have no time to waste I'm sorry I'm impatient Please don't make me wait Gimme the most expensive thread count You got up in this place Earrings… 10 grand Everything framt I look gorgeous/Feel good Let me get this date Medium rare 10 pound Porterhouse steak This girl likes clear liquor Nothing that's opaque Vodka tonics… Cosmos She throwing them back Empty glasses everywhere Tip your bar back Drunk words slurred Can you take me home back? She took me to the back room Let me own that (Drop 5 nigga) Stryfe: I want it all, Brand new socks and draws. hit the mall, bet I ball, no tears involved. I got cake. My hostess the most, its atrocious, My dough is ferocious as a pitbull on coke is, nigga. I got an iPhone 12. It aint to make phone calls, bitch, its to sell. Chick speak when spoken to, like Siri, Her box so deep, its a conspiracy theory. We under covers burning rubbers till her cherry is weary, She got a bubble, Joe Budden wouldn't go near a Tahiry. And she might be diggin for gold, But fuck it, we grown, We can spend this money together, what the fuck is alone? (HUNH??!?!) I drop 5, ridin in a drop 6, Speeding so fast, its hard to control like chopsticks. And these haters don't wanna show love and pop shit, Like an outfielder wit a hole in his glove, I drop hits...
7.
IDGAF 03:43
Nobody ever wants to give a fuck. Deep inside, you probably do give all kinds of fucks. lyrics ILLingsworth: she wanna give me the boom boom pow but she looking like moo moo cow don't get me wrong I got love for the big girls except for the ones looking like big Shirley early I be getting up fixing up my gear hear me clear I don't switch it up solid color hoodies and my gritty chucks goodie goodie two shoes she thinking I'm goodman John, slash woodsman with good tan god given, widely debated fact like is Pac living 3rd floor of my complex, it's not hidden good riddance to bad rubbish your mom on my dick secretly your dad love it, even though he drove you mad from it the wack plummet, I feel dumber from listening to you drunkards who spill hot blusterous swill put a dollar on my favorite horse breaking names taking shorts made it sport fuck the case, never show face in court Rufio Jones: I just wanna make love to my girl But I end up fuckin other women I really wish I didn't Cuz my baby's so delicious I know it seems weak Hell, I have good intentions But she got a mean streak One that I just cannot deal with Shit she gets downright vicious Not to mention not inventive Bring up different sex positions Yet we always on a mission I mean I do give a fuck but I don't give a fuck I be on that Hashtag Rufio Shrug Stryfe: I'm ridin round, so high off the ground, No a Windsor Knot couldn't tie me down, My money deep like movie plots. Seen the streets, not moved a rock, but still rose. Holy shit. Shawty thick like steel toes. Gotta kick like 66 yard field goals. What a trip. I remember back in the day. Schemin like I'm cheatin, my Latina chick got heated when I beat that Asian. Anna Mae. She packed up like Sweet 'n Low. Want what's mine? You need to go. You gon have to take this middle finger tho, cuz I don't give a fuck.... Sean Uppercut: I was supposed to rap I was supposed to rap I was supposed to rap I was supposed to rap but I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck about this rapping SHIT
8.
YOKHT KLUB 03:32
Rufio Jones: Just in time Like Justin Timberlake Hundred MPH On the interstate But I made it Way I hit Mach speed Guess I might as well Had been in a spaceship Face it I broke sound And it's gonna need a splint Should I slow down No way/No how Insulting low blows And my sense of humor is low brow Off the grid Quid off the books 7 billion people Too many cooks Too many cooks And that's spoiled broth I'm too important To take a loss I'm tryina win/Tryin not to spin High off speed and oxygen No pot to piss in Forgot to mention I'm green with envy Toxic avenging Stryfe: She say I leave an impression like I was visiting her website. Big cat wit a cougar in a Jaguar, S Type. '08 model, Coca-Cola classic, can't beat the real thing, Fleshlight! Talk rich, broke bad as a meth pipe. But I'm on top of the Earth. Meek enough to inherit the worth, But got enough pride to divide the profits and not die without spending it first. My nigga, WHODAT! said they gon get this cake? Me. Make it rain like a Christmas deer. She say, "Why Santa sack so big?" Shit, you know that nigga only come once a year. I take flight like about 5 cups of beer, Until my liver looking like a 3 Musketeers. At the YOKHT KLUB floating on Lake St. Clair. About that bullshit, bu I'm too drunk to steer...
9.
Stryfe: Aint enough money in the continental US, To make me tell a bold faced lie and say that you fresh, I do this, all up in hell's kitchen, I'm the sous chef, We serving up this full clip, and you can eat the buuullets, It's plain as black and white, yall niggas sweet as Duplex, Full of that Jumex, Put squares in they place like Rubik's. Come in the room stompin like an Ndamukong Suh step. You prayin for our downfall like you blessed? I think its funny, I ain't too vexed. Even a Snicker's as satisfying as chocolate, peanuts, caramel, and nougat. That true shit, so who next? You rave and rant you hot, it aint the same clap. Over-raided like the cops keep running in the same trap. Now you just complain that you buzzing, but all of a sudden, Popped up with a bunch of bloodsucking cousins, like Blade's aunt. On Amazon, I'm deleting your songs out the cart, If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart... Rufio Jones: I don't like you I'm a hater First time you heard the truth I guess I'm an innovator I'm wild/You're a human shit pile If you're killed by a child I'd smile May the odds be forever in your favor okay that was rude I'll admit it I'm very hard pressed To approve your decisions Whenever I hear you on the radio Or see you on a TV show Really though I'm pretty sure The dark lord has risen You're a poison You and your boys have Destroyed my listening It's noise and My brain has chosen To start envisioning A better world without you in it I felt a wave of calm If only for a minute I've embraced the fact of life That I'm a cynic I hope Kanye snatch your mic And never let you finish However I've forgiven Your parents For bringing you to term When they should've terminated the sperm (It's still not enough money, though)
10.
Cholula 03:46
Stryfe: So move the chains, skip my checkered past, King me. Bling me till I'm full of ice, like a McDonald's sweet tea. What, you think you Beyonce's sister's daughter, the B's neice Please, dream big. More of a whiz than squeeze cheese. Rufio: Please, please Everybody calm down I'm here now Try not to pass out But if you got to My security got you Unless you hot enough For me to give mouth to mouth to ILLingsworth: Stryfe: Eject spirit from body, Madame Tussaud waxin me. Close my eyes, lay back and actually, project astrally. You fabricate a fallacy. I construct calamity, these catatonic cats can't compete, its a catastrophe. Thats me selling the 7 c's, hoping you buy a track from C Y D I, and Stryfe D, thats the faculty. Dastardly, we own the throne, cuz we rock, Casterly. Out the blocks, we start wit big heart, Attack massively. Rufio: Cholula I'm hotter than Aruba Sriracha I'm out here 4x I'm bounding tall buildings In a single leap I'm burning through the bullshit With my eye beams I'm super/Here to save you Hallelujah Except for Wendy Williams I don't care bout how you doing Thinking you can hold a candle To the CYDI is a blooper These losers see me squaring up And fold like a Chalupa
11.
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sean upperthanks:
get a few mounds of my lovely wife Dayna, mix in a handful of my family, add a bunch of CYDI/Stryfe/AOG, fold into the mix my awesome friends, stir in a bottle of universal creative life-force. bake it at temperature love in a God oven and voila. grateful cake from sean uppercut

the world is crazy, and can suck really bad, and we can get hung up on the bad things. our protest is exuberant joy in the face of oppression. if you feel better at the end of this than when you first pressed play, we've done our job. rambling.

Rufio Jones says: Thank you to my mom and my Carmelita for keeping me alive.

Stryfe says: I want to thank God. Mom. Dad. Shellie. Rae. CYDI. And Ignant Nate...

ILLingsworth says: on December 25, 2008, with great help from a cool Sundsvall-resident named Erik L, a trio of rapper-bros released a whimsical project called “The Rhyming Dictionary”. it led them down a really cool path of crazy performances in strange places with cool characters, and for me, meeting the love of my life (yes, Brandi, i’m talking about you). nice life-changing stuffs.

in case it wasn’t clear, i’m talking about my group, Detroit CYDI. between then and now, we’ve released singles, videos, and solo material but, never a true follow-up project (here comes the cliché), UNTIL NOW.

the name of this project is “Rap-Masters”, a title inspired by a fantastically fun and crappy keyboard called the the Concertemate-800 Rap-Master, lent to us by Rufio Jones’ sweet-lady, Carmelita (the fact that she ever possessed such an item is also a source of great hilarity). this project features another of our brothers, Stryfe, who also appeared with us on our first group project, as well as several collaborations. it would be nice to say this project is 6 years in the making but, that wouldn’t exactly be true. a couple months ago, i pitched the idea of having some sessions for the purpose of putting out some new music on December 25, 2014. my brothers were down for it and they delivered in spades. a large portion of this material was completed very recently. this time around, i handled overall production but it was definitely a dynamic collaborative exchange of energy as everyone’s input helped to shape mere beats into living, breathing songs. it was an incredibly enjoyable time putting this material together and i speak for the crew in saying, we hope it brings you at least as much enjoyment as we had making it.

Grab our older tunes at detroitcydi.bandcamp.com rufiojones.bandcamp.com & stryfe.bandcamp.com

ask me for advice and i'll make a video about it: ILLingsAdvice@gmail.com
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released December 25, 2014

Detroit CYDI is Sean Uppercut, Rufio Jones, & ILLingsworth. The project also features Stryfe.

ILLingsworth made the beats and recorded everybody.
hit us up:
Stryfe twitter.com/StryfeD
Sean Uppercut twitter.com/SeanUppercut
Rufio Jones twitter.com/RufioJones
ILLingsworth twitter.com/ILLingsworth

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stuff i make = music with @rufiojones @seanuppercut, beats, raps, videos.
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