My Daily 16 Bars: Day 59

I'm the shit, no diaper//
I spit fire, no lighter//
You get high, I'm higher//
You get fly, I'm flyer//
Nuff of that simple shit, I ain't Rocko//
I had a sick flow since a snot nose//
Every songs killer, no filler, get familiar//
Fuck rick ross, I'm Trill meets Thriller//
Cap peeler, gorilla verse//
Lyrically I'll body you, put your songs in a hearse//
The dirt I be doing is the worst//
I do my research and hit em where it hurts//
You'll never meet a better emcee//
Yo, you reaching for my mic? Don't tempt me//
I see the glass but hustle like its half empty//
I'm the ghost in the machine, haunting your SMPTE//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 58

Pull the hammer back and let that big thang clap at cha//
Pop at cha feet, you'll be looking like a tap dancer//
C "dot", the big booty romancer//
I got pipe game that could cure cancer//
Ladies, I'm a nice guy but I'll put it on ya ass//
And make your pussy do the Jadakiss laugh//
Don't get it twisted, I move stone cold on niggas//
Don't give them a chance to pull no triggers//
Might as well give cops a reason to pat me down//
They do it anyway whenever they riding around//
I was trained well, all I know is head shots//
Blame it on the army, its over when that things cocked//
Your jaw will drop, you'll grab your heart//
Before your soul and your physical split apart//
Im a mad man, who gone stop me//
Nobody, I'm papi, C to the V//

My Daiy 16 Bars: Day 57

I follow Islam but nowhere near spiritual//
Never dreamed I'd be this hood individual//
I'm just a product of my environment//
Gang life, crack pipes, big guns firing//
Cops swooping on us way too often//
Lil ray ray, the cops just offed him//
STD's and mass abortions//
Cuz nobody loved or taught them//
Trynna be better than what I've seen//
But from time to time I still have them thug tendencies//
Trynna outgrow my ghetto mindstate//
I let bleed through a pen, lyrically menstruate//
There's never a reason to not see yo seed//
There's never a reason to not get money//
There's way to much of it out there//
There's nothing wrong with being square//
Not everybody's an OG//
This has been a life lesson from CV//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 56

I'm cool forever like a coogi sweater//
Your dumbass trynna act like you ain't know no better//
You won't find a bunch of rhymes about my gat//
But got beef, meet me in the back, clap clap//
Listen up boy boy, when I squeeze the thing//
It'll sound like The Heatmakerz on the drum machine//
Its gonna sound like the last battle in drum line//
Its gonna sound like the army lost its damn mind//
I tried to be like MLK and non violent//
Til I saw what happens when you rapping and stylin//
So I'm back to my malcolm little stance//
Peaking out the window with something that won't jam//
I'm on a level you just can't reach//
No matter if you got a ladder and you leaped//
I'mma rapping til I can't speak//
But even then I'll sign language battle emcees//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 55

No I ain't diddy but I run my city//
You can call me C Vizzy//
First name Contro, last name Versy//
I pimp the pen with no mercy//
I've yet to meet a rapper than can serve me//
I play the game hard with no jersey//
Jeans sagging, tatts out, im so Plies wit it//
Don't watch what I do to rappers if you squimish//
Its a must I throw rappers under the bus when I bust rhymes//
Flip the mode on em and strangle em with a punchline//
Im too aggressive to be in a group with these rappers//
Can't smother the beast, can't tame the rapture//
Its blunt force trauma to your dome//
Whenever my songs bumping in your head phones//
Drown you in the snare, bury in bass//
Ditch you in a verse before I make my escape//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 54

Listen, I'm back on my fucking griz//
Best Coast CEO, you know what it is//
I write rhymes and I write checks//
My son's name's tatted on it, must protect my neck//
Rose gold and diamonds, I'm lowkey stunting//
You got glass in your pendant, you high key fronting//
I got porn star swipe, your balls smaller than bunions//
I'm the shit, you just smell like onions//
I'm behind the wheel, riding with warrants//
09 Paul Revere, I ride with a warning//
Them black and gold coats is coming, pillage and plunder//
If you got cover, suggest that you hide under//
My wrath rips skin and meat from bone//
There's not a dam man made that can stop my flow//
Ruthess music mercenary, lyrically I'll merk you//
My swag goes forever like the circumference of a circle//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 53

You can't stop me//
I'm out of this world cocky//
I beat up a beat like rocky//
I ride the clap like a jockey//
No b2k, but u just got served//
On a platter with nouns, adjatives and verbs//
I'mma jerk, like that new west coast dance//
You the one hit wonder flash in the pan man//
Which would you rather be//
The jerk please//
Cuz at the end of the day, I'm stil me, CV//
Contro boy//
Hold the pen like Troy//
Aikman that is//
Best Coast is what I live//
I got it tatted on my ribs//
Money on my mind, you should mind ur fucking biz//