Correction Lyrics Emerson Kennedy vs. Glueazy by Method Man

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I won’t fall for the jook
This one is all for the books
You shoulda popped years ago...Smack start wit’ the looks
But today? The revenge
Trust dawg finna cook
A Utah Jazz n***a used to not gettin’ calls for the push
b*t*h, I’m darin’ him
Arrogance
Today, stop my comparisons
You tired of these battles, Glu’? True, I share the narratives
‘Cause I’m fatigued, too- n***a, the difference is I’m wearin’ ‘em!
It’s soldier sh*t
Fold ya sh*t, left to leak him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(*swoo-swoo*) Cut before he go: that’s a severance package
Is Glu’ still shell-dumpin’?
Career is stale from it
Like how do you say your grace knowin’ how far you fell from it?
It’s Hell from it, I bell-rung him
Glu’, what you cook is not as dope
Email on my phone: see...I just push the envelope
I risk it all - b*t*h, get off
Lose and I get right back
These rounds worth triple his: I’m shootin’ from the Sprite rack
Assumin' he don't like that, but facts, his fall comin'
Don't ask to stall nothin'
The big axe is Paul Bunyan
Blood splatter from his bladder, docs was all buggin'
Like, "We knew he was bold, but can't believe the gall of him"
b*t*h, I’m bodyin’ all of ‘em!
Been wit’ the sh*t whenever
You switched ya clique to better, your stock, then switched your feathers
Ain’t that prove you was defective when the Goonies split forever?
‘Cause them n***as added Glu(e), then they couldn’t stick together!
Now you jokin’ in your rounds, is how the fans bought him
Glu’, I don’t dance for ‘em
You laugh, I stand taller
True clown vs. profound - Smack, this a bad offer
Put your mans in front of laughter and it led to manslaughter!
b*t*h, f**k if your cans brought up!
Yo’ gun, sh*t never mentioned
To kill Em’ Kennedy, that would be un-President-ed (unprecedented)
Me? Steel never sing
But he? Skill never bring
There’s thousands on the line...so E feel menacing
It’s crazy one comma cause E (kamikaze) to kill everything!
And ooh, I’m dumbin’ out!
The fools’ll run they mouth
You run amok, get tummy-tucked, remove your gut and pouch
You know you gotta turn to staples when the Glu(e) is runnin’ out!
I am sure that you spark lead!
War!? I’m a jarhead!
It’s Peter Parker turnin’ to Venom...catch this body on the dark Web
You down 1, n***a

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