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{round 1: jerry wess}
Two surgeries, tore my achilles, almost gone a fuckin’ year
My doc said i ain’t ‘posed to be on my feet, i ain’t got nothin’ cleared
So if i reinjure myself tonight, long as i rap, fans won’t fuckin’ care
I’m startin’ all my battles off on the wrong foot…i’m goin’ on another tear!
You a lil nigga! know your place!
Don’t even set-trip
Pete davidson…the only nigga fuckin’ wit’ wess (west), bitch!
You me, but punch less
It’ll be classic if your rhymes great
On paper, i got the rula (ruler)
It just led (lead) down to who lines straight
I’m startin’ to feel like when i battled glu’
I really ain’t got thе patience, nigga
Fifth goonie and i still ain’t gеt twork yet?
Least i got who made the nigga
I know you tired of hearin’ them angles
But nigga, on god
It’s space jam, that nigga took yo’ skills and became a monstar
Is y’all ready!?
Let it sing from the can: r. kelly!
He do music? so do i
The nerve of him
My songs hot, i’m even fire on my features like a burn victim
Scope on the shotgun
Don’t try me, fam’!
Nigga, i’ll put a lens on the 12: that’s a body cam
I never been a gun expert
I don’t know if you heard the word
But tryna put a banana clip in the k?
That was my learning curve
I’ll bring a knife to a gunfight
He won’t pull it, he’ll get slayed
Rosie from the jetsons: yeah, metal on you, but you bitch-made (maid)
In the crib, switchblade
I’ll cut him while he playin’ spades
Now it’s a red table
Talk, but your throat gon’ feel slit
Stomach open
It’s ya core (shakur) that’s gon’ really have you hurt: will smith
Time for you to brawl!
Your dudes involved? i’m shootin’ y’all
Forget the pump, got the solution
Squeezin’ the machine: albuterol
Notice i switched the guns? bad habits
Would use the pumps, but they just as deadly - (*gasp*) - as ‘matics (asthmatics)!
I’ll give this nigga from the x hell (exhale)
He ain’t learn from that left-right?
Charlie made lu wheezy
Who you call for your next fight?
Raekwon, he puttin’ ‘em on ya (pneumonia)
Make him mad, get checked twice
He wake up in the hospital, on a respirator
That’s what happens when a nigga chest (chess) tight!
I’mma tell ‘em somethin’ they ain’t know
You told clips you’d give him more rights than gay folks?
Aye, bro
Nigga, that’s you…’cause the pot is at the end of every rainbow!
That’s just odd!
Guess that’s why your slogan is “ayo”, big dawg!
He hound me? leave his body to rot while a (rottweiler) face come off
Revolver, barrel under big dawg chin: st. bernard
All ‘cause he inched up a few feet
(*click*) then a heater
Bullets, you gon’ see ‘em (cm) on the rula like centimeters
Plus his bitch already dead!
You just got sent to-
Playin’ wit’ my name? somethin’ you could get killed fo’
Ginsu in him, double-edged, real long
Pull a blade out, you dead bloody: stillborn
Then put the joint back in cast’ like it healed wrong!
This nigga ant’, man, will beat his chick for cheatin’
Start druggin’ her
Soon as the weather nice, lu(ke) cage the bitch ‘til the summer’s up
She’s a daredevil
Talkin’ to me despite her man (spider-man) known for sluggin’ her
If i’m fuckin’ her, he’ll be hot, dawg (dog)
Meanin’ if i give her the frank, cast’ll (castle) punish her (punisher)!
Stompin’ on her grill in his j’s!
Straight up! did it savagely!
It was nuts - cas’ shoes (cashews) fucked her face up like a allergy!
Nigga, actually, you all performance
The slogans came instantly
Got you the stage, but couldn’t match the names lyrically
It’s the slogans - he ain’t hearin’ me
He be like “let me win!”
Well, this russian roulette…keep that same energy!
The tec blow! your set know-
Fuck am i still rappin’ for!?
That nigga was dead when i said “yo!”
{round 1: lu castro}
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Turn my shit up, i’m ‘bout to get crazy
Yo…
Jerry wess just said i’m all performance…and slogans and shit, right?
That’s what he was just talkin’ bout?
Aight, cool, this the theory i been fuckin’ wit’
‘cause when you get up here and be this electric, it tend to drown out all the other shit
Like…like i confuse y’all with this showmanship
Like, so y’all miss the bars
But you can’t stop the rula movement
Yo, yo, raleigh…raleigh…
Y’all mind-
Like, it’s like- it’s crazy to me because-
Like, y’all mi- (*chuckles*)
Yo, it’s crazy to me
{round 2: jerry wess}
Yoooooooo!
Yo! yo!
Y’all can hear me!?
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ me at 50 percent! you still the one that it’s lit for
I don’t gotta give it my best…i could do little (dolittle) and talk to this big dawg!
But no matter the platform, i give a hundred percent
Wegohard, i put in pain, my brother
But i’m more famous from how i did here (hair) in this game…like a.i. mother
See, i know how i am!
So before i settle shit the calm way?
If he really want war, then it’s (dennis) a battle every week…andre
Kill both his parents, now that he made it to that large stage
First his pops - (*chk-chk*) - then lu’s (lose) mother…kanye!
I told suge he musta did armed robberies, probably almost died from it
Nigga, i done robbed banks without seein’ the inside of it!
My crimes is white-collar, meanin’ if i rob you, it’s indefinite
That mean if lu got cash, i’m takin’ that and his credit, bitch
Word to fonz, they say all i do is take niggas’ cards
Nigga, stop it…
‘cause if all i do is take niggas’ cards, ya shoulda blocked it!
They brought wess in (westin) for the w…the capital one
Throw shells!
You’ll be doa for that boa
He’ll tend (hilton) to act so frail
I got my .9 in the marriott
If this m see you, it won’t go well
That’s why i resort to scammin’
‘cause usin’ cards opened doors for me like a hotel
He can’t tell what kinda gun in my jeans
Just know that i protect myself
Meanin’ the handle look like a sig (cig’) on my waist: giuseppe belt!
Get into a fight with this faggot? dude is crazy!
Wild strong? he’s a miscarriage…lu’s (lose) a baby!
Battled arsonal, had a big fanbase, then fonz dropped him
Now lu’s (lose) fans in cleveland: deshaun watson
Talking heavy? please don’t get this dude amped
Slice him while he sleeping, blood gon’ be oozin’
His legs missing, he waking up a confused man
Tried to run off, but didn’t know they was cut off like food stamps!
The shots leave him with crazy exit wounds
Seen his ghost, this ‘k shootin’
I’m hurtin’ cas’ per (casper) shot
Every bullet went straight through him
It’s new york versus new york, right?
Fuck it - long clip!
Pap’ and remy: watch a brooklyn nigga take out a bronx bitch!
Stop talkin’ that gun talk! like you be ridin’ with the bros
It’s all in your body language
Niggas wildin’, then he froze
You lyin’ and it shows
They out here tellin’ lu he g, while his brother in red slidin’ with the poles!
He was wild strong
Wake up in a hearse, wild gone
With your new fans, that funeral line gon’ be wild long
All ‘cause you picked the wrong nigga to wild on!
Now which one of them niggas gon’ call your mother and tell her that her child gone!?
You would think your shorty loyal, take damage for her man
Probably take a bullet for you just to spare you if she can
Then she asked me what could she do so the cannon wouldn’t blam
Then she stared me with a glance…
I instantly thought of head (ahead)…like i planned it in advance!
She ain’t stand a chance!
After throwin’ it back, toaster’ll clap!
It’s junk mail, ‘cause i don’t know if he got the message, but i gotta fold her (got a folder) for that!
First 48, he on the news, they told the world
Find him in a hole, cast’ dead…golden girls!
He paid a heavy price
Buried him dark skin, but by time they find him, i bet he white!
Died from slogan water! we all told him to give it up!
You know what else gon’ be wild strong!? (what?!)
His body odor when they dig him up!
I’mma kill you!
Time, nigga!
{round 3: jerry wess}
I said, i’m back on my bullshit!
He finna lose again - that’s on the gang, nigga!
When the footage drop, they gon’ be like, “another lu l? dang (luol deng), nigga!”
Lots of triggers
Soon as i seen him, shot the nigga!
Let’s see if he “wild strong” after i spot the nigga!
They say all the goonies sound the same
That’s none of my business
When it comes to pens, all you (pennzoil) the same…
What make castro(l) any different?
Your pops say “shook his pride”
Naw, you should be shook of me
That man say “look alive”
Naw, nigga! look at me!
Ah, the rula’s back!
Wait, twork do that same shit, so who is that?
3-0 who? he ain’t never beat a nigga clearly to me
Last time we seen pot smoke a nigga? scary movie
I can arc a tec without a floor plan
Gun-butt ‘til it all jam
Off-cam’, it’s still scary movie
‘cause i’m whippin’ the pot wit’ my strong hand!
I already beat myers! i’m used to the “stabby-stab”
If i cut him, my mans will too
Whoever i stab, he stab!
I’ll turn anthony hopkins ‘cause i’m blammin’ you
That mean i’m bodyin’ (body in) the pot like a cannibal
{round 1: jerry wess}
Two surgeries, tore my achilles, almost gone a fuckin’ year
My doc said i ain’t ‘posed to be on my feet, i ain’t got nothin’ cleared
So if i reinjure myself tonight, long as i rap, fans won’t fuckin’ care
I’m startin’ all my battles off on the wrong foot…i’m goin’ on another tear!
You a lil nigga! know your place!
Don’t even set-trip
Pete davidson…the only nigga fuckin’ wit’ wess (west), bitch!
You me, but punch less
It’ll be classic if your rhymes great
On paper, i got the rula (ruler)
It just led (lead) down to who lines straight
I’m startin’ to feel like when i battled glu’
I really ain’t got thе patience, nigga
Fifth goonie and i still ain’t gеt twork yet?
Least i got who made the nigga
I know you tired of hearin’ them angles
But nigga, on god
It’s space jam, that nigga took yo’ skills and became a monstar
Is y’all ready!?
Let it sing from the can: r. kelly!
He do music? so do i
The nerve of him
My songs hot, i’m even fire on my features like a burn victim
Scope on the shotgun
Don’t try me, fam’!
Nigga, i’ll put a lens on the 12: that’s a body cam
I never been a gun expert
I don’t know if you heard the word
But tryna put a banana clip in the k?
That was my learning curve
I’ll bring a knife to a gunfight
He won’t pull it, he’ll get slayed
Rosie from the jetsons: yeah, metal on you, but you bitch-made (maid)
In the crib, switchblade
I’ll cut him while he playin’ spades
Now it’s a red table
Talk, but your throat gon’ feel slit
Stomach open
It’s ya core (shakur) that’s gon’ really have you hurt: will smith
Time for you to brawl!
Your dudes involved? i’m shootin’ y’all
Forget the pump, got the solution
Squeezin’ the machine: albuterol
Notice i switched the guns? bad habits
Would use the pumps, but they just as deadly - (*gasp*) - as ‘matics (asthmatics)!
I’ll give this nigga from the x hell (exhale)
He ain’t learn from that left-right?
Charlie made lu wheezy
Who you call for your next fight?
Raekwon, he puttin’ ‘em on ya (pneumonia)
Make him mad, get checked twice
He wake up in the hospital, on a respirator
That’s what happens when a nigga chest (chess) tight!
I’mma tell ‘em somethin’ they ain’t know
You told clips you’d give him more rights than gay folks?
Aye, bro
Nigga, that’s you…’cause the pot is at the end of every rainbow!
That’s just odd!
Guess that’s why your slogan is “ayo”, big dawg!
He hound me? leave his body to rot while a (rottweiler) face come off
Revolver, barrel under big dawg chin: st. bernard
All ‘cause he inched up a few feet
(*click*) then a heater
Bullets, you gon’ see ‘em (cm) on the rula like centimeters
Plus his bitch already dead!
You just got sent to-
Playin’ wit’ my name? somethin’ you could get killed fo’
Ginsu in him, double-edged, real long
Pull a blade out, you dead bloody: stillborn
Then put the joint back in cast’ like it healed wrong!
This nigga ant’, man, will beat his chick for cheatin’
Start druggin’ her
Soon as the weather nice, lu(ke) cage the bitch ‘til the summer’s up
She’s a daredevil
Talkin’ to me despite her man (spider-man) known for sluggin’ her
If i’m fuckin’ her, he’ll be hot, dawg (dog)
Meanin’ if i give her the frank, cast’ll (castle) punish her (punisher)!
Stompin’ on her grill in his j’s!
Straight up! did it savagely!
It was nuts - cas’ shoes (cashews) fucked her face up like a allergy!
Nigga, actually, you all performance
The slogans came instantly
Got you the stage, but couldn’t match the names lyrically
It’s the slogans - he ain’t hearin’ me
He be like “let me win!”
Well, this russian roulette…keep that same energy!
The tec blow! your set know-
Fuck am i still rappin’ for!?
That nigga was dead when i said “yo!”
{round 1: lu castro}
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Turn my shit up, i’m ‘bout to get crazy
Yo…
Jerry wess just said i’m all performance…and slogans and shit, right?
That’s what he was just talkin’ bout?
Aight, cool, this the theory i been fuckin’ wit’
‘cause when you get up here and be this electric, it tend to drown out all the other shit
Like…like i confuse y’all with this showmanship
Like, so y’all miss the bars
But you can’t stop the rula movement
Yo, yo, raleigh…raleigh…
Y’all mind-
Like, it’s like- it’s crazy to me because-
Like, y’all mi- (*chuckles*)
Yo, it’s crazy to me
{round 2: jerry wess}
Yoooooooo!
Yo! yo!
Y’all can hear me!?
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ me at 50 percent! you still the one that it’s lit for
I don’t gotta give it my best…i could do little (dolittle) and talk to this big dawg!
But no matter the platform, i give a hundred percent
Wegohard, i put in pain, my brother
But i’m more famous from how i did here (hair) in this game…like a.i. mother
See, i know how i am!
So before i settle shit the calm way?
If he really want war, then it’s (dennis) a battle every week…andre
Kill both his parents, now that he made it to that large stage
First his pops - (*chk-chk*) - then lu’s (lose) mother…kanye!
I told suge he musta did armed robberies, probably almost died from it
Nigga, i done robbed banks without seein’ the inside of it!
My crimes is white-collar, meanin’ if i rob you, it’s indefinite
That mean if lu got cash, i’m takin’ that and his credit, bitch
Word to fonz, they say all i do is take niggas’ cards
Nigga, stop it…
‘cause if all i do is take niggas’ cards, ya shoulda blocked it!
They brought wess in (westin) for the w…the capital one
Throw shells!
You’ll be doa for that boa
He’ll tend (hilton) to act so frail
I got my .9 in the marriott
If this m see you, it won’t go well
That’s why i resort to scammin’
‘cause usin’ cards opened doors for me like a hotel
He can’t tell what kinda gun in my jeans
Just know that i protect myself
Meanin’ the handle look like a sig (cig’) on my waist: giuseppe belt!
Get into a fight with this faggot? dude is crazy!
Wild strong? he’s a miscarriage…lu’s (lose) a baby!
Battled arsonal, had a big fanbase, then fonz dropped him
Now lu’s (lose) fans in cleveland: deshaun watson
Talking heavy? please don’t get this dude amped
Slice him while he sleeping, blood gon’ be oozin’
His legs missing, he waking up a confused man
Tried to run off, but didn’t know they was cut off like food stamps!
The shots leave him with crazy exit wounds
Seen his ghost, this ‘k shootin’
I’m hurtin’ cas’ per (casper) shot
Every bullet went straight through him
It’s new york versus new york, right?
Fuck it - long clip!
Pap’ and remy: watch a brooklyn nigga take out a bronx bitch!
Stop talkin’ that gun talk! like you be ridin’ with the bros
It’s all in your body language
Niggas wildin’, then he froze
You lyin’ and it shows
They out here tellin’ lu he g, while his brother in red slidin’ with the poles!
He was wild strong
Wake up in a hearse, wild gone
With your new fans, that funeral line gon’ be wild long
All ‘cause you picked the wrong nigga to wild on!
Now which one of them niggas gon’ call your mother and tell her that her child gone!?
You would think your shorty loyal, take damage for her man
Probably take a bullet for you just to spare you if she can
Then she asked me what could she do so the cannon wouldn’t blam
Then she stared me with a glance…
I instantly thought of head (ahead)…like i planned it in advance!
She ain’t stand a chance!
After throwin’ it back, toaster’ll clap!
It’s junk mail, ‘cause i don’t know if he got the message, but i gotta fold her (got a folder) for that!
First 48, he on the news, they told the world
Find him in a hole, cast’ dead…golden girls!
He paid a heavy price
Buried him dark skin, but by time they find him, i bet he white!
Died from slogan water! we all told him to give it up!
You know what else gon’ be wild strong!? (what?!)
His body odor when they dig him up!
I’mma kill you!
Time, nigga!
{round 3: jerry wess}
I said, i’m back on my bullshit!
He finna lose again - that’s on the gang, nigga!
When the footage drop, they gon’ be like, “another lu l? dang (luol deng), nigga!”
Lots of triggers
Soon as i seen him, shot the nigga!
Let’s see if he “wild strong” after i spot the nigga!
They say all the goonies sound the same
That’s none of my business
When it comes to pens, all you (pennzoil) the same…
What make castro(l) any different?
Your pops say “shook his pride”
Naw, you should be shook of me
That man say “look alive”
Naw, nigga! look at me!
Ah, the rula’s back!
Wait, twork do that same shit, so who is that?
3-0 who? he ain’t never beat a nigga clearly to me
Last time we seen pot smoke a nigga? scary movie
I can arc a tec without a floor plan
Gun-butt ‘til it all jam
Off-cam’, it’s still scary movie
‘cause i’m whippin’ the pot wit’ my strong hand!
I already beat myers! i’m used to the “stabby-stab”
If i cut him, my mans will too
Whoever i stab, he stab!
I’ll turn anthony hopkins ‘cause i’m blammin’ you
That mean i’m bodyin’ (body in) the pot like a cannibal
