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T-Top vs. Emerson Kennedy
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T, it's nice to meet you I met you already If you ain't familiar, here's the preview I worked so moms could quit a job and told her "Everything's underneath you" It was peaceful, and I could teach you But I know these angles never reach you So I give a f**k if you sold your moms work, n***a... I sold my mom the idea she didn't need to I'm not the new n***a Who can't see through that style and won't box and move wit' ya Four-bar setups to current event (*clap-clap*) Top a cool (topical) n***a I'mma war wit' ya! This a different mode Tonight, I’m in that different zone You beat Mike P, had to cheat, and it was in ya home I put up a cla**ic at a Traffic, 30’d Chilla Jones Remixed “Crossroads”, half the crowd had gripped their phones I said “It’s not gonna miss ANYbody…” Same sh*t hit Bizzy’s Bone! God, n***a! Allow me to switch the tone You use tricks to sway your thirds He yells “B*t*h”, like, ten times when lines don’t land That way’s absurd Top be like, “B*t*h! B*t*h! B*t*h!” Look, we get it…we hate the verse How come when you come up Too Short, you make “B*T*H!” your favorite word!? You not as active as you like You pa**ive, lack the might And no matter the excuse We know a n***a’s true intentions who falls backwards in a fight So you can cap it all you like But he angled son great I mean, WalMart Nitty, Dizaster and Math Look, I’m fannin’ - son great You know my favorite angle of yours when you were spazzin’ on Tay? The one you took in that Mook fight instead of standin’ up straight! This is fate! And in the clutch, you was runnin’ from the ball Provin’ climate change is real We gotta find numbers to call ‘Cause cold is hot, hot is cold now The Earth is wantin’ us to solve Top agrees All he remembers from that Summer was the FALL! Big bang! I am half a hunnid percent But if it’s the West, the hood is wit’ me So in my region, a (Regina) King, and I still look good at 50 What the f**k is a “Top Bizzy”? We don’t care you won a battle We care you Carolina, but talk New York like you were starin’ up the Statue Look, I know Androids look like iPhones when you compare ‘em, for example But tell Top it gotta stop A n***a swear he from the Apple! These are gems I am givin’ you Know what you listenin’ to ‘Cause when’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle? I saw what you did to Michael Snake sh*t’s kinda like you Said you wouldn’t bring up his wife, brought up his wife It’s kinda spiteful So I’ll BRB CR-V, accelerate to find you Get hit wit’ E Honda for what he did to Ryu! And Ken’s next Send TECs No, bench-press, fine-tune The lunch blunt: high noon Get hands-on: mime move You said I wasn’t the breed to make him bleed ‘til I find you I’m same as your diabetes, Top Trust me, I’m the Type to (2)! T-Top, T, stop These struggle stories we need to stop We all got past trauma from some drama from a fiend pops Look, I had holes in all my shoes When it would rain, a n***a would need socks Alligator huntin', now I get triggered when I see Crocs Bang! And I'm still tweekin' on SMACK But ain't he speakin' lies to Blacks? Calls us "King" 'cause he's a King Don't we gotta redefine the facts? I mean, after that tourney loss, you got us speakin' while we chat How we call you "King" back when you got beaten by a Jakk (jack)? How many "white girl" flips you got? Let's just state the facts I make the match I control this room and your doom You safe from that? You only fillin' out in front, but I can make you play the back I can give you vigils or some visuals You need examples? Alright, patience, black You only read (red) what you believe (*The lights in the stage room change colors from white to red*) I'm makin' what you rap Then you blew (blue) that tourney shot... (*The lights in the stage room change colors from red to blue*) Yeaaaaah! YEAH! Then you blew (blue) that tourney shot and came up flat when chasin' racks Look, I could give you limelight Or green beams can take it back Top, I'm tryna give you the light, but I can make it fade to BLACK! BANG! I'm a GOD, n***a! I'm a f**kin' GOD! Smack, you know I gotta work on what I work on That's time Rap, bro Aw, man... I just came here to make sure I do it right B*t*h, everything you do is light He doin' tricks all like this... N***a, the only sh*t I was scared of was the blue and whites! B*T*H! B*T*H! B*T*H! Now SMACK- Smack, you think you slick wit' this card, don't'cha? Yeah, n***a, I'm on it Soon as this sh*t got announced, it was deep breaths and eye-rollin' The fans on the app wanna know who we battlin' before we battle 'em F**k all this sideshowin' Like, soon as you drop Top on Kennedy, it's gon' be mind-blowin'! You gettin' gunned down! I know you took a backseat for this battle, but don't you front now And I only said "drop-top" and "Kennedy" 'cause I'mma kill this b*t*h with one round! Now when they said we had five days to prep I said, "Oh, I know we ain't makin' no cash." This here was a cheap design I had to sew fast Just to give EK MK since y'all think Kenneth cold (Cole) Yeah, I'm in my Coach bag Y'all gon' see (C)! Okay (O-K), E Wait, that's a coke bag My Jamaican shooter catch you and Cortez in the whip, and make y'all both crash He said "Give the Bodega a shot, or he gon' hit a mind clear (Moncler) in his coat tag!" I was broke bad I had to smoke clips out the roach bag Wit' a AR, layin' on the couch like the old Ca**' Movin' whole packs, I really had the grind on my mind I tried to be cool wit' him, but he be lyin' all the time Revolver on his waist, I got a .9 up in me 'Cause if E go (ego) trippin', then I can't just put my pride to the side! I'm from the Quay! The Park is where we packaged all the grams New crew moved in, and I had a ratchet in my pants Told 'em "Stay in they lane, or it's some static on your hands" Lil' b*t*hes was steppin' on toes like a daddy-daughter dance I'll let the .40 blam, but I don't really wanna beef wit' him 'Cause if this was Power, you'd be hangin' wit' Tariq and them I mean, over that 'caine (Cane), you Drew, but I'll be more like Ezekiel 'Cause that Glock 19, but it's gon' feel like 23 hit him! Now they say, "Why you comparin' yourself to the athlete? I mean, what's the purpose?" B*t*h, I'm servin' 'Cause my family depended on that rock, and at times, my mom was a whole 'nother person See, against Clips- I know Yeah, I know! See, against Clips, I said my moms was a trapper She got her cookin' on Then I said I sold her packs I think you took it wrong See, we got money together, was really puttin' on I even paid her half of the re-up when she took too long! I'm a trap baby, bro! Bro, I'm a trap baby, not a crack baby You gotta get in tune You had a nice house, both parents, nice jobs wit' the swimmin' pool I had to watch my big cousin shootin' heroin in the living room You came in this world wit' money, but I was born wit' the silver spoon I never met my father All I know is that he got blammed So I turned to the streets 'cause whatever he ain't teach me, the block can But he saved my life so many times, I know he the reason that Glock jammed 'Cause I was nervous wit' the gun It was my first time shakin' my pops' hand! GOD DAMN! GOD DAMN! GOD DAMN! Bro, big bro- Ay, bro Bro, I got my first strap and went on three robbin' sprees I wasn't used to gettin' money, had only seen poverty Now you got me rappin' wit' these nerds for a living? Sh*t just seem odd to me I mean, I love makin' money off this sport Just stop bringin' E kind to me (economy) You from Utah, right? Well, y'all wanna know what rhyme with "Salt Lake City"? What? A boy named Kenny Who waited his whole life to have Norbes hang wit' him A house n***a We know jumpin' off the porch ain't in him He seen thugs, but tried hard to avoid they image B*t*h, I'm a trapper I was really in the hallway pitchin' I cooked every piece of the bird 'til it was all way finished Like when they say Roc ain't help out Brizz He was standin' in the doorway missin' I wasn't surprised That ain't the first time I saw Tay (sauté) chicken! Long gauge grippin'! (*chk-chk*) 'Til the law came trippin'! One time, my mans got locked up pullin' a broad day mission No letters from his homies They ain't even come and visit when he had a court date pendin' Now he playin' cards wit' the oldheads from Vietnam They still talk about their war days killin' It's just crazy he gotta hang wit' the vets 'cause none of his dogs ain't visit! Smack ain't know what I was goin' through! To him, we was just the new stars they buildin'! Hate from the peers! Hate from the supporters! He ain't tell us what all came wit' it! Got me arguin' wit' n***as online, and I was all way trippin' I mean, literally, gettin' into fan duels (FanDuel) like a parlay ticket! Bro, I treated battle rap just like the trap I just switched blocks Like when they told me I was on fire I said, “I gotta cool down, bruh. Sh*t hot.” When they told me I kicked down the door for Carolina I thought about that raid at my b*t*h spot And when they said I was in a different bag… HOW!? B*t*h, it’s always been a Ziploc! N***a! Bro! Bro! First, I wanna shout out my son You got a rich pops Then, shout out Johnny for the grill and the wrist***ch Most importantly, shout out my driver He get big props ‘Cause he helped me move coke through three states without a pit stop! B*t*h! B*t*h! Ay, ay… Like that one time we had a brick of some raw? Man, it was so clean It’ll leave bloodstains around your nostrils I mean a whole ring I had to stretch that sh*t out before I gave it to the dope fiends It’s like a Travis Scott concert It got stepped on so much, it make you wish you got the nosebleed Ay, RUM! (x5) Ay, RUM! I know I was clownin’ ‘bout the Walmart sh*t, bro But at least you grind for each earned penny And you travel state-to-state, n***a! We burn cities He just tryna get his recognition before he turn 50 But y’all gon’ run the West forever It will never be E turn, Nitty (eternity) I got a semi, and I’m ‘bout to start dumpin’ at his men! He a beast on stage, but he a punk at the event URL said “F**k you” You- Well, nah, you gon’ be here again - you work for Caffeine But you still gon’ get somethin’ after this Just tell him a Bear killed him It’s a huntin’ accident
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