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Goodz vs. Geechi Gotti
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They sayin', "Geechi got both belts" For what? I shouldn't even be explainin' this {Geechi takes both of his Champion Of The Year belts off and hands them to Rum Nitty} I ain't even have to brang the sh*t Mike Tyson/Roy Jones...I ain't gotta be the Champ when I'm the main event We got Geechi Gotti verse...n***a you'se a b*t*h! I don't wanna hear no "Tookie", "Crip" or no "Crab" sh*t Watch ya mouth or I'ma watch it for you on some Math sh*t And I don't even f**k wit' bruh and I see why he don't f**k witchu n***as Heard behind the scenes y'all be askin' URL not to book him because he bе punkin' you n***as What's up witchu n***as? I'll catch you and Clips Dome shot leave y'all both with scars, now hе a vegetable Hell his family "Sit calm" (sitcom), while he plugged up Cause the docs gon' have to leave Charles In Charge n***a you gon' have all the bars Buy the clothes, but the aura don't come wit' it Tell ya mama, no matter how many caskets she been around, it don't feel the same 'til her son in it The gun hit him The lead poppin' 'Til he in the hospital, bed rotten Tossin' and turnin', legs givin' out, head noddin' Face swellin' up, mouth foamin', tears droppin' He losin' so much blood, I don't think they can stop it He goin' through a lot His family sittin' through every episode, I got 'em binge watchin' b*t*h stop it Cause I done got p*ssed off 30 clip in his mouth You go from slick to stick talkin' b*t*h, this b*t*h soft I was a young blaster, I fell in love, makin' my ops run That adrenaline made 'em run faster One shootout, my gun was smokin' so long, f**k around had lung cancer n***a where is you from? Whatever you say gon' be the wrong answer Cause when we go against you, every bullet from the heat goin' in you And they keep goin' in you Nurses got out about three shells But the doctors knew they coulda got more outta you like you ain't reach yo' potential Which one of these dudes is witchu? Let me know so I can start dumpin' the chrome A couple of ya patnas witchu will have you feelin' right at home Cause y'all know DMX n***as Never Die Alone Gotti got the throne I battled Chilla, Magic, Verb, all while I was home Charlie and Twork, I was wildin' on the road Quotables, replay value, stop me when I'm wrong That's five URL battles, I just had to make it known Whether y'all think I'm 3-2 or 2-3, b*t*h I've been in the zone Aimin' at his dome Let it peel through his flesh with hollows Now they prayin' over Half A Gallon; bless the bottle You was on ya best vs. Hollow, but you not right now {Swoosh} That's how the knife sound Half A Gallon leakin', he a pint now What that? n***a pipe down Whatchu gon' say? You from that DVD era...and I'm an app n***a? You damn right I just don't give a damn I really used to serve n***as right on the spot, guess that was Instant Grams You n***as been a fan Don't talk to me about dope if you can't cook Considerin' all the heads I've took off n***a's shoulders, they could've been callin' me "Facebook" Aye look, don't play me bro All he talk about is money, like his bones can't be broke I'm talkin', legs bent, back crack Talkin' to him while I'm breakin' his neck...that's SnapChat Yeah I'm an app n***a, but I done had way more impact on this culture than half you n***as did I don't give a f**k if you've been around since Lux, I should be past this n***a then Goodz, I done shot n***as I done went to school wit' That oughta tell you I don't give a f**k what class a n***a in Washed up, we tired of you Grab the blade, let mine cut you Give you that white b*t*h hairstyle; the side bubble n***a my struggle, is not to shoot one of you rappers I could be usin' these bullets on real ops As a kid, the big homies gave me spots and pounds just to spray Rugers The streets ain't a blogger tournament URL the only ones that don't gon' pay shooters (Shooterz) Aye stupid, don't play with the mob I'll let it spray at his top I got a thousand ten's for this body Yeah, the parts came with the job This n***a gettin' robbed, then killed The docs gon' have to come investigate Three guns, nah nah, .22 on Goodz His death sound like an expiration date f**k the hate from all of them bloggers n***as like Anwar get on Champion d**ksuckin' n***a can tell you what battle rappers beat me but can't tell what battle rappers his b*t*h f**kin' I've been thuggin' What's up Anwar I've been thuggin' I'm fresh off probation ready to chip somethin' Cause when it's real y'all can tell Y'all can see it in they eyes Go 'head it's yo' turn... He looks scared I know Well let me prepare my flow Took off some years, they wanted the Slick Talk God back, well here I go You done stood up here with some killers Geechi The respected best But you ain't never stood up here with a n***a that don't move like he paralyzed but still control the room like Professor X That's star power You ain't got that kind of glow Y'all still fear him? 'Til I wheelchair him Cause with these bald heads I got mind control Wait, let me find my flow Hold on When URL show them bills, it's open field, I go and kill Never switch my hand I've been playing the same cards for 12 years, you know the deal So I'm on it Just another opponent I hope to kill But you a slick talkin' mothaf**ka Geechi The only question is, how the f**k you talk slick to an oil spill with all this skill, n***a? Y'all can't see through this dude? Y'all that easy to fool? "Geechi the truth. He's so believable it keep a tool." Got a drop on the op and start sparkin' it from the balcony But was hopin' a tree protect him like Groot from Guardians Of The Galaxy Retarded, y'all n***as gotta be Save ya damn breath I don't wanna hear it how you air it, preparin' ya damn TEC Every battle the same sh*t, somethin' about his man death n***a you done lost so many friends I'm surprised you got friends left It's all a script! With a weak pen to it I remember NOME 8 you rented a Bentley and made a movie outside...while I was sleepin' through it URL Build A Rapper, they keep him movin' And just cause Smack keep givin' him plates, y'all feed in to it If you eatin', prove it These fans know I've been gettin' money since I started this When URL booked me, I get paid so much it look like a partnership What you do about 20 battles a year Geechi? Well at least you go hard wit' it Until I catch him while he writin' and blow his chest and his rap book and really make him put his heart in it Gun lines and fake jewelry, that's the battle rap starter kit It's hard as sh*t for y'all to admit that I brung style in here Yeah, well why they tryin' to cut my part in it? Ex drug dealer turned business man Went from a kitchen pan to a business plan Even in that kitchen pan I had my business planned You know what I learned from a dope stand? How to flip a brand You a different man, we ain't the same, you not special I don't own a system but I know when you play the game it got levels And you a fraud a knock off, I dress my jewels up n***a my chain got stones and rocks on Geechi your outfit don't cost more than this cologne I got on Different levels! He think I'm talkin' prepared battles with nice flows I'm talkin' levels period, like-like a rare status and live goals Oh let's not talk about nice hoes Cause mines a nine from the jump Sorry to do this on Caffeine but I wouldn't touch Coffee if I was tired as f**k So don't ever compare...JayBlac...me with a n***a that wear sh*t that I would NEVER would wear You know what kills me? How in battle rap we could be praised for actin' so real B But I don't get no points for me just bein' the real me Bay Loc let his thing smoke And y'all be believin' these fake quotes A gangsta who kill n***as and put 'em in a battle Oh y'all must be sleepin'; stay woke This what y'all call "Crippin'"? Well like Bish this baby wasn't in my plans, abort mission We 20 deep Any hatin', is a family vacation, we all trippin' I got a question How is somethin' so believable all fiction? Fakin' tough probably He ain't spray 'em up Gotti He just make up (makeup) them bodies like mortician You bang chrome but ya face known You ain't never got caught slippin' I used to carry large pounds, all spittin' Even though I chilled I never put these arms down like I'm autistic Seven streams of revenue and you'll be a millionaire Let's see if doin' 20 battles a year will get you there Your cologne smell like p*ss and cigarettes He said his cologne cost more than what I got on And y'all laughed at this guy That sh*t cost $150 these Dolce's $1,100 alone, lie detector determined n***a that was a lie Until you started sellin' cologne I never heard you promote one business or a brand You think you let the fans know if you anything goin' out besides battle rap to get some of the support of ya fans Don't be actin' like you partners with that weed sh*t n***a That's what we not finna do They make you promo on your page and do lots of interviews Busy the bigger name They get more buzz dealin' with Top that sh*t is true so Stop actin' like you own it and just tell us one of the n***as that they sponsorin' is you n***a you got a buzz They utilize your name for the sales You don't even smoke You supposed to know that it's bomb by how it smell? n***a take this L You just like the rest of these rappers Gettin' on stage after gettin' him writin' bars Knowin' the whole time that's another n***a haymaker You just actin' like it's yours Yeah, yeah, yeah he don't rap like. That Oil spill, this boy get killed Actin' like it's yours, stop actin' like a whore You ain't really gettin' money We can see How the f**k you supposed to be this big boss? You work for the same company as me! Plus I get paid more I mean it ain't, way, way more, but trust me it's way more He gon' paint the picture that I'm the slave whore When in reality I'm the n***a doin' the whippin' and gettin' paid for it {Geechi addresses the noise in the background} Yeah. They tryin' to hate. Turn that sh*t down. I'm killin' ya boy regardless. Turn that sh*t down man Your round a little shaky Ain't no round shaky. These n***as here hear all that construction and bullsh*t I'm gettin' paid for it What are you on Goodz? Smack got rights to ya name, psst- you don't even own "Goodz" You just a battle rapper who talks sh*t about battle rappers being battle rappers Make that make sense We supposed to learn ownership from a n***a that pay rent You got a regular whip, that sh*t don't need a mention I guess he always talkin' money cause he tryin' to speak it into existence To me these n***as b*t*hes You swung on Jimz, you ain't drop him or do no f**kin' damage If I swing you goin' to sleep You ain't wakin' up 'til Summer Madness You ain't a savage After that you apologize It's a whole interview on YouTube still gettin' monetized Yeah ya daughter gon' have to learn to be a man from her mama side Cause when it's drama time, I'm callin' ya bluff You said, "Sorry" for that weak ass punch b*t*h, that punch was already sorry enough! Hit a n***a off guard wearin' rings and he look like he was hardly was touched You on interviews sayin' how you was sorry and such "I lost my composure. That's something I don't need to do." And y'all think he tough...I think he a goof Y'all believe he steppin' on work, I don't believe this dude You couldn't even stand on the only blow we ever seen from you You know what else I see from you? Hangin' with Ah Di That got me questionin' if you would ever stand Goodz Hangin' wit' snitches usually get the same consequences that that man would You go to jail, you would've got poked up in every cell that your ass stood I'm just sayin', your little corny ass would've ended up a vegetable in the can goods (Goodz) Where's your manhood? Y'all can tell that that man's fakin'? Behind the wall, he the type to get his goods taken f**k n***a Prolly used to gettin' D'd up like he playin' Payton You steady hatin' On Caffeine, gossiping like a b*t*h I'm like, "That's what n***as do?" "Yo who's Fred?" That's the type of sh*t you've been askin' since Roc & Mook? Even got Dan Barz and QB put in it too? I oughta shoot this little goof Leave his blood and body parts all over the streets Guess I'm a messy n***a too n***a you a little way too invested in Tay's sexual preference Now I'm not sayin' you gay, well I'm kinda suggestin' Cause when it come to Roc(k) seem like you wanna do a little more than some diamond testin' Now pause Roc But if you've been watchin', he been on your balls Roc And for the record, if any of you n***as play with my name After the battle, the way y'all been playin' wit' cuz Gon' f**k around and get y'all all shot I don't give f**k I will use that dumb ass face for testin' my strap Cause I know you pu**y I just don't think Roc aware (Roc-A-Wear) that's why he let y'all address him like that But not me though, I'm wit' all the smoke Act stupid, get shot Bet them bullets never comin' out like that audio n***a this all a show In the streets you don't move how I move The more money you make is the more money I take when I rob you Slide through Like, "Where the f**k is you hidin' the cabbage? Everybody face down on the flo'." It's the Nate Robinson Challenge You talk about everybody cool wit', but that's a b*t*h for you Type of n***a to be one way around y'all Then when I show up he switch on you Try and run Spine shot, now parts of his back switchin' sides Not even his disc loyal (disloyal) Cause when it's real y'all can tell, y'all can see it in his eyes Go 'head...rap That Ah Di sh*t wasn't true little n***a I met Ah Di in battle rap...he was a cool little n***a But did Ah Di snitch? Yeah Ah Di did Man that's before I knew- man you think I give a f**k what Ah Di did? In these streets I'm good You can ask a hater first Any situation I got into, I bailed out That's how you show this paper work (paperwork) Tell the gangstas get they chrome! Cause Geechi here! That's right Crip, bang on f**k all that though, why you dressed like you just came home? Like why your pants be that baggy and ya chain so long? I mean look, if I offended you I'm really sorry if I came on strong Yeah right But he wanna speak this street sh*t, like I ain't used to get paid off phones Takin' other drug dealers blocks they used to think they owned A couple fiends owned us money, but we ain't break they bones Cause when something real at stake (estate) for closure (foreclosure) we just take they homes This is boss talk Simple fact I do the provin' You a shooter Geechi? Well I used to give out crack to the n***as that do the shootin' So confusin' Y'all rather beef than make money A n***a that gangbang, well n***a my gang bang for me This is boss talk If you still doin' sh*t in these streets you clout trippin' I guess I'm still in these streets too Cause I just made 50 grand off of house flippin' I'm 'bout business Shakin' hands with the right people When I walk out my house, I don't see the ops...I see white people You think I care if ya crew 'bout it? Any streets or how they move 'round it? Yeah you still in the hood Geechi, cause you ain't make enough money to move out it This is boss talk No simple flossin', bigger costin' Let me see you Crip Walk cuz 'Til a leg shot, leave him crippled walkin' Pick a portion or stick to talkin' That's what you do the best It's funny, before I walk on stage they tell me, "Break a leg" I'm on a 12 year run and ain't lose a step And I do it fresh Whatchu on? Like a three year run? You been consistent, a couple of checks made You were Champion Of The Year Well try being champion for a decade Tough guy But he rhyme flows with his eyes closed What that tell you? He can't even see hisself let alone lettin' that .9 blow What I know, is I'll put a n***a in his place Like, how you talk all this gangsta sh*t and can't even look a n***a in his face? I'm the hard [?] to God tier He scream, "Every f**kin' Bar!" When ain't even no bars there He scream, "Every f**kin' Bar!" To make sure that y'all see some Then scream, "Every f**kin' Ba-" Just to cover up for the weak ones Every f**king Bar You keep incriminating yourself in these battles and you gon' be behind every f**kin' bar Stupid To the real n***as you see through Only battle rap people and pu**y n***as believe you Oh, wait until these fans turn on you They not on your team no more And URL start actin' funny cause you not that new hot thing no more Geechi I done seen it before They gon' count this loss You never been flat out dead beat? Well one will put money on this kid come give this child support Cause he gon' need it Show his breathin', through the scope I see him They say when you hot it get cold when you fall, well it's an open season And growth is needed I'm just tryin' to show his wheezin' Cause you can't run this game if you don't know how to control ya breathin' And URL got him goin', chasin' change he ain't get no bread still On every card he owe (cardio), well I'm just out here tryin' to tread mil's (treadmills) Bloody money, red bills, gangbangin', that's the your thing son? Well I'm into gettin' paper The only color I fought over were some green ones I used to be just like you A fat n***a from the streets, reppin' Until I tried to buy a house and found out they don't take street credit Seven streams of revenue you'll be a millionaire Let's see if doin' 20 battles a year will get you there He said all that to say that And you still in the same position as me Not true Very true I guess houses still don't take street credit, cause you still in an apartment too I'm in a condo. Stupid n***a They said, "Gotti! When you gon' bring them thirds back? You know, not that sh*t for these marks on this nerd app All them lyrical miracle word cats But for them n***as that really earned stripes." So for them I'm back for that Cause y'all deserve that Y'all heard Smack "Gotti on his gutta sh*t", that's how I'm rollin' I remember nights I sold sherm like some kind of potion Straps, all I had was a stick and that water like I was Moses I couldn't let them hit it in the spot tho' It had a funny smell every time they smoked it That's why when I sold it I had to keep it bottled up like my emotions Right now I'm focused House full of percs, Zans and blues The first come first served, if you snooze you lose Yeah you can call it a trap house, it's just not ya norm So many pills and scripts filled it felt like Old MacDonald sh*t I had a farm (pharm) E, I owe you (E-I-O-U) an apology This supposed to be Hart gettin' disfigured, y'all had me confused I thought the contract was for you, they told me I had a "b*t*h n***a" These third rounds I just be reminiscing I was numb to the murders whenever I was pullin' triggers Bias crowd, I had no reaction, even though I was killin' n***as I don't be feelin' n***as So much pain inside, I think I need a life coach Cause how I feel most times I can't say inwards (N words) like white folks The knife poke Then a slice go, then Half A Gallon drained his life po' n***a this is my show You can stop rappin' I don't give a f**k if you had a gun, you not blastin' You ain't never been in a shootout 'til the gun was empty; stop cappin' Cause you know, when the gun empty it- I shouldn't have to finish that I remember bein' young, sendin' packs Catchin' my ops, jumpin' out, givin' 'em full contact I really was a Rare Breed f**kin' with A-R's and P's (ARP) Why y'all think URL blocked it and sent me the contract? Never mind that That went over heads Never mind that, I don't need the hate I grab a blade and take this big b*t*h under ya nose like Stevie J Believe me, aye I really was in jails, fightin' for bail before I ever wrote a rhyme Participatin' in riots, all kinda crime Squabbling with the ops, just to free my mind Really givin' n***as Hell in that cell, I was on demon time n***a these is lines For the streets and that's it You got bars but I talk different; it's an accent The MAC spit I don't cap when I rap, that's what the nerds do I really show work, from the block to the curb too I'm talkin' so much coke I got sick of seein' chickens; I had bird flu You heard fool? No debate I'm talkin' so many pounds I was tired of lookin' at scales, man I was so over weight No debate, cause I was still trappin' I'm talkin' every mornin' it was plates and Ziplocs It was meal plannin' n***a you got skills rappin' But my life ain't exaggerated I was sleep, then ops popped me in my dream, I woke up and retaliated We don't let nothin' slide I know a n***a who got killed, his moms couldn't afford the funeral they played it off like he ain't f**kin' died n***a you'd be petrified if I showed up on Goodz block with a couple of good Glocks I'm the reason them O.G.'s like you couldn't sell dope in the hood All them shootings kept the hood hot Come to my set, Nutty Blocc You see us write it on the wall spray cans Yeah I'm ballin' now but I started off a monster in the trenches like Space Jam Aye man, Ah Di ain't the only snitch you be hangin' wit' either But don't trip I ain't here to take the gloves off Just know that I know and you dumb soft Cause even as a pup I knew, if my dog tail (dawg tell) he get cut off But when it's real, y'all can tell See if you can make them believe them lies 2020 had me f**kin' scared I came out of quaranting with a girl and a f**kin' beard Look I ain't even know I could grow a beard I ain't ever picture that Y'all like, "Goodz. Where you goin' with this?" Nowhere This is just a few things I think about while you n***as rap I don't- I refuse to listen to this nonsense All this made up content About how he reach for the arms but wouldn't touch a n***a in arms length Off the muscle, I make it stretch double like I'm yawnin' That calm sniff, got fiends doin' lines underhanded like palm prints Let's be honest How do I feel about the Caffeine room? I wouldn't be happier So the dumb n***as that don't know I'm actually a better rapper than a battler Oh you never seen "Cipher Goodz"? You trippin', pack it up All facts like, "What happened?" Yup You know when security be actin' up when you walk inside the club but you got a hat? That's right no cap in (cappin') bruh I'm mad as f**k When they say, "All he's got is swag" That's a fag thing n***as be goin' against me rappin' 'bout how fresh I am Like that's a bad thing Let me explain something to you sloppy dummies If a n***a who never watched battle rap watched mines for the first time he gon' be thinkin, "Damn. Battle rappers is gettin' A LOT of money." And I'm into legal money now That's how you know it's real When I can drug talk but sit down in a meeting and still close a deal You local still, I'll give 'em that global feel He think he winnin' this race until I take over the Sprint like a T-Mobile deal This gon' be overkill Like- like no, for real Like- like battle rappin' ain't hard, you just gotta know ya skill And mines is locked Child proof Unfastenable, wild smooth I mean [?] floss but I'm the GOAT with the sauce, halal food Whatchu wanna talk about now fool? How I'm from the streets? Scarface was my idol I had a fiend hit that Roc(k) and thought he was Surfin' That ain't got sh*t to do with a Gun Title I got something to run by you You can have that This n***a worrying about if his op dropped n***a if my credit dropped, that's what I'm mad at Grown man sh*t I can show you some things you never knew Like Caffeine deal, cannabis company, real estate, n***a I'm into multiple streams of revenue Business man but I sold drugs, my dope was above ten I'm legit now, some people ain't make it out yet Snitches wired, lookin' for an outlet Well I'm just here to let you know you ain't gotta be the plug to be plugged in I'm still connected I'm talkin' from the office to the block and still respected You can tell by my watch how I invest my time in rare investments You pathetic I don't believe nothin' you happen to speak You mean to tell me you got time to sell weave, get shot at, go to ya homies funeral and still do a battle a week? Gangsta Geechi Remember, you that But after all this gangsta sh*t you claim you do How the f**k you got time to remember a rap? If the chicken right, he'll get his whole family packed Send a sweet n***a off his style with a casket candy wrapped Break both his legs, let's see if he'll dance for that They'll wheelchair him and get whoever else hand he capped (handicapped) Yeah, before I knew about a Smack I was livin' what I wrote I'm talkin' 'movin' out Smack, I was gettin' it off a boat 90% of these battle n***as is broke I commend Smack for givin' n***as some hope Wait a minute I damn near haven't snapped on this n***a the whole battle Well pardon me You got a Caffeine logo hairline Iverson rookie braids and little dolphin teeth I hate you Geechi Seven streams of revenue you'll be a millionaire Let's see if doin' 20 battles a year will get you there
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