Cholula from Rap-Masters by Detroit CYDI

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

• Detroit
• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• InstrumentalHip-Hop
• Rap
• beats
• cholula
• hot sauce
• hot shit
• red hot
• Detroit