Carey, leave him red, prom – my rhymes deeper
Chilla Jones strapped in C4; I'm a bomb schemer
Look, I'm at your crib strapped, chillin' with your boo, we in Ash Kash lovin' it
she d*mn near moved me in Heard the front door open, Charlie and his hooligans
Dump at 'em, he ain't get a chance to guess what room we in
I'ma kill D clear.
I declare war now. You from the school of hardknocks?
I am from the college of kicking doors down.
So you Magic right?
Well pick a card any card but that race cards a no go
I go hard, it'll look like they put the Sandlot dog in the yard with Todo
I got this from the boroughs to the burbs to the Hearts of Soho
With your bird pearched on my wood like the Cardinal's logo
my machete - disloyal, imma tell EM n*ggas why
cuz everytime i argue it always takes the other n*ggas side
a dozen roses, you thinkin' you blessed Note attached says "Secret admirer" she thinkin',
"Who dis?" I kick in the door, bust her a*s, the flowers fly towards you, you catch 'em
that means I'm (w)ringin' you next Don't f*ck wit me Nitty!
I'm bringin' two TECs MaC and Pro form a group and they singin' duets
You can lay low for some months but I'll catch up with you and shoot ya A Lima bean in a time machine,
I'll make you a vegetable in the future
You was battlin' Illmacs and Okwerdz and Passwurdz Rhymin' ventilators,
usin' generators, usin' mad words Then come to the URL and everybody "snow dat"
Snow what? Them weirdos f*ck with you, but so what?!
I had a threesome with Karma and Death In them graveyards you'll find plenty bodies
And if this MAC hit his hat He'll have enough cap room to sign anybody
F*ck a drive-by I'll do it on the hoverboard
I did a background check You known for getting your background checked
Be upfront and don't front You ain't checked a n*gga in my background yet
When the pressure's on is he gon' back down? Yes I will close fist back hand your biggest rap fan
But I ain't selfish n*gga, you gon' get smacked round next
You hear that click clack, get used to that sound Rex
I'm like a procrastinating pimp ever since I picked up this pistol
I ain't put my Mac down yet
I'm Mr. Incredible, filling the pavilion I put the boot on him like Sicilian civilians
Slit your wife throat, burn down the b*tch building
So when your princess died (Di') they don't find any prints (Prince) William
WHOLE NEW MEANING TO PALM SUNDAY
Catch me in a Maaazda.. I'm a mooonster Strap with a rocket, if I launch ya,
sh*t'll leave a big ol' space I'm talkin NASA OR Catch me in a sedan,
with the homie, his homie, his man Lookin' for a body to drop, no sports.. slugs'll hit center
That commentating'll put you in a box...
NEXT TO STUART SCOTT!!
I'll do a Mexican dirty I'm desperado with the guitar case
I tie Clips to a chair, then smack him in the neck You gon' love the show
40 in DNA mouth, only thing left is the bucket though
You watchin', Charlie? Splat! Then that gun'll blow
I'll ray Charles, last thing he seen was his brother go
I pick your girl up, I'm a drop her on my f*ckin' bed
Lift my d*ck up and let it drop on her f*ckin' head
Punch her in the a*s til her booty cheek is f*ckin' red
Then make that b*tch wash and retwist every motherf*ckin' dread
Yo. Me And My bigger brotha. a n*gga had on some different colors.
I was on her like with that rag me
Talking that you popping heaters got me heated b*tch ima patsteam Cuz
How you lose to K-Shine, then move to they side?
That's a sad thing! Imma play the Bishop role, you can have King! I don't care if you wit yo b*tch!!
I'm gonna make a bad scene, grab weave, and pull her down the block...........
that's a Drag Queen!!!
This n*gga Tay trippin' n*ggas tried you before, but never Tay crippin'
I'll catch him outside, no need to dump the fifth in 'Cause the 32 clip'll be banging; Blake Griffin Listen,
this n*gga better stay in a rock place I rush more just to press a dent into Roc face
Hitman Holla vs Aye Verb, d*mn… that battle shocks me still
'Cause how you let a n*gga violate your father In front of you and not get killed?
See that couldn't have been, I woulda cocked the steel
And put it in his mouth so he can talk to my pops for real
You Are A Replacement Ref, You Don't Know Why You Throwin' That Flag Around
Lets get this clear this does nothing for me Just another pile in my funds
You got a lot of guns in your rounds I got a lot of rounds in my guns
That's killin' battle rap and robbin' the culture
You gotta stop this sh*t, face mask When I murder n*ggas, I leave 'em with no trace
You want your n*ggas to look they killa in the eye I rather you look your killa in his whole face
So you could remember the n*gga from the East Coast
That stripped you of your pride and your glory
Real n*ggas don't need a face mask I don't plan for you to live to tell your side of the story
our confrontation will be done Yo, bring that hearse round
Y'all gassed 'cause he slowing down lines? N*gga, you could slow my whole verse down
I can't front, this little corny act killing me A big MAC and two 9's, I could order that literally
Throwing bullets like it's my job I know the quarterbacks feeling me
These two 9's start flipping sh*t around the room I call these a pair of normal activities
Pulp Fiction
If I whip the piece, your family f*cked
Headshot your mom's sister
They gon' have to M-O-P your aunty up
Why would they put Scotty Slippin' to rap with Jordan?
Everybody in here know that my rap's important
But you wanna slow it down three times like smack importin'
I'll smack your gun, then step on the barrel like I'm Captain Morgan
I let the jammy blam, tools like a handy man, if you play the family man, spray up the family van!
I'll white pearly gates ya
n*gga I'll first 48 ya,
that second 40 starving
N*gga That's cause the first 40 ate ya.
shots, with your b*tch at the beach Like I created a surf bar
Or I'll give shots, shots, shots to everybody; that's a Surf bar
If he givin' shots to everybody, he just buyin' out the surf bar
Surf bar, google that! For those who ain't know, that's a Google fact
But that was so out of this world Some of y'all might just need Google Map
I'll search for him, then click on Surf; that's a YouTube app
The gun under the big T going bink bink biggity boo boop bap
Remember against A-Class when y'all was supposed to go 60 seconds, then on the day of the battle this guy switched it?
Then remember against Swave you had timed rounds But he said f*ck it and you wound up rhymin' for 9 minutes?
Then against me, this guy told Lush, "I'm rhymin' till I'm finished."
Then against me, this guy told Lush, "I'm rhymin' till I'm finished."
Which only proves further you got a problem with time limits
since he wants to talk about time Then we'll talk about time
when I roll up outside and hurt ya
But you're DNA, you never click-clack the burner You never commit the murder
See, I do what I want with the time limits I'll just extend them further:
this world's mine, I control time
That's why they call me the Prince of Persia
When I was in Rikers, you was in diapers,
I was in cyphers, rhymin wit lifers!
And you got the nerve to challenge me with subtle jabs Like you would't get f*cking dragged and f*cking bagged
Well, now I'm mad! and I can't get past it So I'mma catch your leaving Summer Madness,
talking to your f*cking ratchet Knife you at a red light Tell your b*tch you got stuck in traffic!
Play hide and go seek with yo friends. Count to Ten and he ain't never come back
Fans blinded by waves of lights, core spectrum Shocked I can outshine your floor essence (florescence)
Shocked I can outshine your floor essence (florescence)
The pen is mightier than the sword, but I bet a gun could change some things
Aim the thing, bang the thing, lights/Lyt's all over the wall,
I've seen Stranger Things
That non-stop choppa is my best HEAT, through a crowd through a bus through your vest even,
theyll be a whole lot missing from your neck region, put your face in your chest now you breastfeeding.
And if it come to the goons, its fruit of the loom, a tag for red apple and the grapes
AHAT to Smack in a year? I'm on a roll Miner
Norbes found a diamond in the rough, that means I'm cold (coal) Miner
I'm an old timer, January I'll be 34 in fact Let's get back to these name flips I wanna give you some more of that
Dig a hole in the middle of the forest, throw this man in the dirt
FBI will be looking for Miner (minor) like an Amber Alert
if the sum different I'm TS and you 'bout to take a Pun visit I will spare your life, but the trunk,
you 'bout to jump in it We got all night, Melvin Terrell Bryant This just early round blunt twistin'
I don't wanna hear about your big bags and your jar deals Mommy sniff coke, you pitch coke in the hard field
You seen me in your state You ain't in Newark where them cars squeal
I walk through Carolina so much I got tar heels
But since his man gave him the charge He's been on the low, dodgin' imprisonment
Hopin' it gets better, playin' Chris Webber Tryin' to forget that time out in Michigan
You can't spell brawl without putting that raw in it,
you can't spell draw without putting that raw in it.
If you heard I f*cked your mother I probably went raw in it
I analyzed your tracks and gave your vocals a listen No pun intended but essentially your Soul is just missing
You're the reason that this culture's in its lowest condition He thought "Immortal Technique" was a Yoga position
And if I smack him, it'll knock your f*cking eyes out of your skull He said "Yoga", but I don't even f*cking Mind, Body and Soul!
Just STOPPPP
I'm really a Street Fighter I'm no liar, think Dhalsim, maybe that's cause I reach and spit fire
I keep a K in hand just to remind you not to play with Dan
The chopper will flip your V sideways to show you I'm greater than
We battled five years ago but somehow you look like even less of a youngin
So I'm guessing that Justice's government name is Benjamin Button
I am Benjamin Button with the cycle that I'm aging
So when I'm 50 I'll f*ck your daughter at her high school graduation
you trip I let them cans squirt I'm a battle rapper, but honestly, I'm a fan first
But don't get it twisted, cause when it comes to the streets I'm Altered Beast before the power up n*gga,
I'm a man first I should slap you 'til my hands hurt--
I should slap you 'til my hands hurt Then go upside yo' mama's head
Then slap you in front of psychic, she'll tell me my palms read (red)
Mmm, oh my god, stop f*cking lying!
You battle rap for the money, Beloved But just keep it a hundred, that's why this n*gga slippin'
You think we're in the same field financially? Okay, y'all, this n*gga trippin'
N*gga, listen, I know we're black brothers Both successful, but I'm on a bigger mission
Roy Rogers and Popeyes Our skin may look the same, but the chicken different
Holla Remember the one with the braids and the rope chain
The one that was willin' to kill anybody Not worried about no names
Not this Hollywood diva, punk, p*ssy-a*s ho lame
Whose hairline could be the before picture for Rogaine
Now you got everything to lose and no gain You gave me the shot so I'm takin' it…
close range
yoU Spanish right, well listen Pappi, let me let u know something, the scope on you
Im bout to end a Migo in the view (interview)like Joe Budden
Or The Lethal Beam, After The Shots I Flee The Scene. Arm Under My Shirt Looking Around Like I Stole Something
.44 Dumping, He Hit The Gas Bullets Blast Thru The Glass
(Sound Effect)
Sh*t Sound Like Stone Cold Coming
play and it's a homi Smooth Criminal, you know I took the angle for a body Stop it
Ain't no b*tch n*gga gon' play me 'Cause it'll be a wrap (rap) Wit two arms behind his back, like the old JC
N*gga, play then you'll get stretched, you from the gang then throw your set You vicelord, right?
Well I put you under the five, and bang it to the left
That one a let you down If you thought this "vice" verse a (vice versa)
kill me its gon' be the other way Around
it's comin' down to the drama hour I'll f*ck yo baby mama raw dog in yo' mama shower
I go to your dead grandpa's grave and spit on it Rip the plastic from your granny's white couch and sh*t on it
I'll have 50 n*ggas in your house shootin' dice, they poppin' all night Rip up your daughter's spellin'
test and that's the one she got 'em all right
Oh, you wanna brawl, right? B*tch n*gga don't even play yourself
I'll cut you into so many pieces your funeral will be on a conveyor belt
You make a mess
you gon have to pick Qleen (clean) up after yourself
I'mma make him choose between 0 and 30: gave him Durant options
See the youngster on his grind, I'm a monster with the nine
Gun with the beam, put it by him If I dump it, then he dying
It flash from his chin up like, 'Once upon a time'
I swear to God if I have to grip it, my whole crew shooting
And what's up with these n*ggas with struggle and gangsta bars?
These dudes clueless
N*ggas got shotties in their pants legs, deuce deuce in their boots but they move stup*d
I had the pack in my briefs, AR in my jeans
and I walk regular 'cause I'm used to it!
You'll get tossed, something without the pin: I don't swipe debit They say I got Lyt? F it, it's light effort
Despite Lyt effort, you couldn't check Mike, mic-checking a 1-2, 1-2 will leave your skull aired like you light-headed
You see the scope, Lyt? The scope light where Lyt head is You don't like Mike? The white light where Lyt headed
Get your life cut short,
I'm makin' a slight edit Cause the fo'-fo' surprisingly low like my credit!
n*gga even stole Brizz
I spot her,i pick her up by her thighs then , put her under my chin,cut her across the chest, it look like im playing a violin
if sh*t go further than f*ckin' rap
Snuff this cat, open up the trunk
you get stuffed in that A couple clap,
won't hear right when I buck the gat
I keep squeezin' till somethin' fly in his ear Like what the f*ck is that?
like you really out here with the tool and you be shooting If I'm looking for you, then get the moving
Get low first then I'm walking up right on a cave man
this is human evolution
covered bringing gun bars back
The streets talk, gotta keep watch Eaves drop from the tree tops Three shots,
bring your Reeboks cause I keep Glocks in my knee socks
Cheap talk in the T Dot gets you outlined in police chalk Bbb bbb chickaa bbb bbbb
Like a white guy trying to beat box
Tuck it all in your neck if it going off,I'll cut something and raise the arm on the Chef if he throwing salt
Cuz I load and snipe you, something bout the arm and salt,
n*ggas armed and bam - when I do that, you know it's going viral
That first sh*t "syke I lied" Charlie Clips sh*t was my biggest mistake
But you said some bout "hair on food" that let y'all know - boom - I'll leave your wig on the plate
This saga leave him holly but jaz started busting
I got the craziest flow, it's danger is slow I was born yesterday looks like I'll have to break through a p*ssy two days in a row
And you right, the sh*t is Super Mario
I first thought it was strange But n*ggas battle rap 'cause a good job is not in they range
And they don't wanna jump up to hit the block for some change!
Haters'll try to put your face on a bullet if they the jealous type
The best advice: she ain't your princess 'cause she let you pipe
Your boo gon' make moves behind your back, having sex at night
'Cause if y'all split, having 1 up on you will give her extra life
But the most important thing: love from these fans ain't unconditional
When there's much room from growth, they'll campaign and they stick with you
But when you get bigger, they'll do anything to belittle you
But, win or lose, STAR POWER MAKES YOU INVINCIBLE!
I'll tie something around ya neck & have you trying struggle to live forreal
Everybody got a gun but who gon' really pull it?- Mine might dump,
it'll lift Redd in the air like, that's my bike punk!
f*ck Trick Trick I'll give that n*gga a shotgun for real
Red Dots Hangin' Over Ave Like A Stop Light
bat across his chest like Bruce Wayne
I'll let a billion air and put him in 'da skies like Bruce Wayne
I'll break your legs, a bat'll cave in the mans shin like Bruce Wayne
all them fabricated bum a*s lines he said It ain't gon' equal up to this real sh*t
That gangsta sh*t he shouldn't try here Cause I'm keeping it real...
a n*gga could die here We brung them 9's here, you know them hammers is on deck
When them plane tickets was paid for and we ain't fly here
trippin', like, "N*gga f*ck yo' mic skills You'd rather buy a ticket to New York then sit here and pay this light bill?"
B*tch! I raise 'em all, I don't even know why I keep this ratchet They never went without food, clothes,
Halloween masks, Christmas sh*t or Easter baskets
I go to work, take them to the park, then hit the block just real lifein'
Then I ask you for some head and you talkin' 'bout you don't feel like it?
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