Correction Paroles Nu Jerzey Twork vs. Jey The Nitewing par URLtv

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Nice haircut...
Dont' take this wrong way, ’cause I'm glad you're still breathin’
My thing is...you survived somethin' I don't actually believe in
It's no accidents in this life
Everything happens for a reason
That's the reason you alive, son
'Cause this ain't no accident neither...but I'mma make it look like one
You’re gonna die somethin’ bad...
But because you the homie, here's some advice:
Don’t f**k this up - you're just gonna provoke me
You see the smoke that they sеt out for me? Just a smokescreen
Front-row seats, but hold your hеad up, young'un, it's still a nosebleed
sh*t, I can barely see Jerzey (Jersey) from here
With Suge, I set the bar
Killed him, but at least he losin’ weight
Me, I'm still at large
Now it's Jerooz - no, LaRusso
He was a fighter, now he flippin' cars
Biggest farce, like we can't see you for the junkie that you really are
I'm thinkin' Eisa: you just meltin' down some white b*t*h like a Disney star
I get it, y'all
I went from mad slow to rappin' too fast though
Every prediction: "You can't f**k wit' Raivon!"
Is that so?
Well, we done made him reevaluate
All the n***as they try to validate
Low, mid, top - f**k tiers! I just retaliate
The MadKing
This is the most copied style vs. a style you can't
The irony...you think you disrespectin' me wit' every "BOW" you make
I shook his pride!
That n***a Twork dyin', he only look alive
Almost died 'cause his eyes kept closin'
Well, then he shouldn't drive
n***a, please
More irony: outta nowhere, this n***a bleeds!
Oh, you Piru thuggin'? Like I give a f**k
We in the West, it's most n***as outside who doesn't
I'm lookin' in yo' eyes, not that rag or the signs you chuckin'
'Cause nine times outta 10, it's a n***a your size who tucks it
Yeah, this finna be a bag!
I knew that before I ever seen the crash
n***as shot up your whip when you wasn't in it...even your enemies are trash
After ya last scene on Caffeine, I knew your energy would crash
Bro, you gon' f**kin' die!
Like this cat'll peel a (caterpillar) n***a cap
Bro, you a f**kin' lie
Get ignant, 'cause I could coon (cocoon) too
But with Wing, it's a butterfly!
n***a, how 'bout it?
Been outside, callin' all of you clowns out it
"Nitewing? Ain't that a sidekick?"
Yeah, n***a, I round houses!
Get SoundClouded: pushed underground
I ain't playin' wit' you
Mad as King, bring a whole magazine for my anger issues
"That's a warning!
Somethin' wrong under the hood: check engine light?"
Stupid n***a, you know that I'm a mechanic, right?
Let him brandish a weapon
I'll pull a arm out like, "Hand me those wrenches."
I'm talkin' three .8s (3/8"), .9 milli': I can go standard or metric
You a man wit' a death wish
Set-trip, get him beamed up
Said he boolin'
I'll catch him while he coolin'...and he freeze (antifreeze) up
f**k Twork!
Said it stand for "thug work"
How does that sound?
sh*t, I was a thug lookin' for work before these SMACK rounds
Why you think I chose mechanics? They wasn't doin' any backgrounds!
The f**k you gon' rap 'bout!?
Can't tell me that my craft is weak
Maybe my wardrobe? I'm still new to this fashion thing
See, I was never the n***a with the fresh fit and the jacket mink
I was the n***a that walked up on you like, "Nice jacket - mink!"
Madness? Please!
You don't know what madness means
You seen my madness streak
I'd pass this geek even if I only had two weeks
Now tell me that's a reach
Like every jab you eat won't have you reachin' down the bathroom sink to grab your teeth
But you gon' rap with me...bro, how?
No crowd, yo' style great for Volume, but it's low-dial
I asked the Goonies, he only at his best when it's sold out
Roadhouse: they wanna see you bring back that old bouncer
That's crazy, 'cause if you Pat Swayze, I only see you as a Ghost now!
Facebook, convict: I gotta do another pro foul (profile)!
That's how this go
I'mma drop you, stand you back up to get dropped some mo'
You unconscious? I don't care
They yell, "Stop it!" No!
I'm tryna kick you back up like I done dropped the soap!
It's time to go!
But this time...try not to choke
Mad...

I say yo...
Not too long ago, I was in the hospital doin' pain and sufferin'
Tried to come back to battle rap, I told Smack, "Bring me somethin'"
He said, "Jey The Nitewi-" - I tried to change the subject
I'm only battling you 'cause every n***a in this game was duckin'
You think I'm bluffin'?
You think I chose to battle you, n***a?
We ain't even in the same discussion
They usually do what the star commands, like Buzz Lightyear
They done literally gave me Wing for nothin'!
This seems redundant!
I know this b*t*h'll quit
You gon' come here wit' angles about a bunch of sh*t I did
They don't need a doc*mentary to know who I am, Jey (MJ), 'cause This Is It!
Pistol lift!
How y'all got him beatin' me!? He's a little kid!
Okay, by a show of hands, how many of y'all say this n***a wins?
Okay, I see one Nite stan, and you won't ever see this b*t*h again!
This is in!
Who's talkin' for me?
Who told you to see my name and start walkin' towards it?
What, you thought my bars was normal? Thought I was all performance?
'Til they put Jerzey (jersey) on a Nite (knight) like Martin Lawrence!?
When we started doin' this!?
This my return - you done gave me this old lame?
Why treat me like a benchwarmer when I played in the most games?
I asked for Daylyt, Tay Roc, B. Dot
Everything you were sayin' was so lame
Then you give me a n***a from Washington!?
I'm tired of playing with no name!
Cold game! The supply is gone
I ain't sayin' you trash, my n***a, but you ain't on the time I'm on
You tried this wrong
Lemme get your rhymin' strong
Like....9 is palmed, slide wit' jawns
Send the guys in for him
Have 'em waitin' outside for Jey (J)...nah, that line too long
Fire arm!
You finna die likely!
This where it gets worst at, Nite (night), like bronchitis
Palm prices
Soon as you go to "Mr. Anderson: red or blue pill?", I'mma answer that wit' the .9s likely
Straps to his palms striking
Guns are both red and blue like Time Crisis
I'mma ERRT! Drive-by and-
Wait...you told Griz because of your Samoan traits, he would die over weight
Wait...any drugs you got, I'm finna make 'em mine now
I swear to God, for some 'caine, I'll flip Jey upside-down
Now...that was somethin' I was hoping you would get
You know, you know, J, cane upside d-
Totally legit
Back to the drugs - I heard homie is a lick
I'll pull up to his crib
You know when you leave clothes at a shorty crib? I'm slowly movin' in!
BOOM! Kick the door!
See the King and take the crown up off him
Like, "Jey, if anybody don't get down, we sparkin'."
Tie 'em up, duct tape over they mouth...
"MGHGMMGHGMMMMM!"
If you don't tell me what I wanna hear, you gon' be soundin' awful
He like, "Twork! I can tell you where the pounds and bark is!"
Rip the duct tape off his mouth - now you're talkin'!
Surround the closet! I need more provided
His daughter cryin', he hopin' I switch the topic
Grab her up, and tell him, "Tell me what I wanna hear or I'm holdin' this b*t*h up hostage."
You got options
Either give up the sh*t, or I'mma put the chrome to this kid and pop it
If sh*t come between Jey (Jay) and ki's (Keys), it's over for Lil' Mama
Bomb 'em!
I see you don't care dyin'
You see this big-ass gun in her hair look like a hair dryer
Eht-eht-eht! You better not dare try it
I found another way to cook Wing...whatever I air fry y-
Nah, I'm gettin' dead tired
Listen, as soon as you gimme what I want, I'mma kill everybody!
I'm bein' too honest
I'mma leave this b*t*h p*ssed off 'cause everybody in the room shot up
Put a beam on the tool poppin'
I'm hittin' everything the light touches like Mufasa!
Tool poppin'-
Listen, I could aim at a crowd of people and still shoot proper
I know who to kill by how you dress - yo' shoes chopped up
Soon as I see dad jeans and big T...BOOM-BLAKA!
Move out the mothaf**kin' way 'fore this .40 dump
That was ran-dom (dumb)...like Forrest Gump!
I got shorty stuck, you better match this
You just got up here to talk about my accident? That sh*t was very tragic
Yo' head get cracked in
Beretta clappin'
You gon' walk around with a glass pupil if I ever clap this
That's one bullet in the eye (I) object: sound like a wedding crasher
I'm strapped in!
I'M STRAPPED IN!
I'll clap you in a- (coma!)
f**k that!
I'mma come to Federal Way, Washington and clap you to Tacoma!
You...A GONEEEEEEEERRRR!
I'm BACK!
A GONER!
.40 about to bang him!
Have his fam' rushin' him to the hospital
Blood pourin' and got 'em shaken
They anxious
His mom, sister, cousin, aunt wildin', "We need more of the doctors! Save him!"
He like, "Please excuse my dear aunt Sa-"
Somebody needs to order a operation
Glock'll bang him!
And while you laid up, I'm wit' ya freak b*t*h
Just between me and you, she's decent
She said, "Jey ain't f**kin' wit' you, Twork, not even in the least bit."
I'mma let you in on a little secret...
I see this b*t*h every night, constantly, while you wonderin' where your freak went
Now I don't want no altercations
She be blowin' my phone up, I'm like, "Shorty, I'mma call you later.
Oh yeah? Ya don't say?"
She said she gon' come over with the gang and do us all a favor
She said you just a mechanic!
Yeah, you can work on my check engine light, but what you gon' do once we alternate her (alternator)!?
Larkin bangin', soon as I see the n***a
50 in the .30: I'll get a speeding ticket
Nina grippin'
I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for him until I complete the mission
'Til this casket filled, I can't take a break: I (k)need a minute!
Jersey!

I heard even Drake made a donation

Shout out to Drake

I found that kinda funny at first
"Champagnepapi"? No surprise he throwin' money at Twork (twerk)
I liked you better in your early days, back when I only knew you as Twork somethin'
Before your name bubbled up, before your performances got wobbly
Before you took a battle just to f**k it up
Before the whole Twork (Twerk) Team was clappin' behind you, gassin' you up
Talkin' up like on every card, he be (Cardi B) 'Backin' It Up'
Back when you had your own work
Before you took your little bro's work
Actin' like you was makin' the style - y'ain't (Megan Thee Stallion) low, Twork (twerk)
The snapback...before you was makin' them SMACK racks
Snatchin' that old purse
That's the GOAT Twork
Like Adina Howard can still get it, we need that old Twork (twerk)
Bro, that's for sure
"Excuse? Miss?
I saw you from across-"
Yeah, that was hard
But now it's just Pills and Automobile problems, it sound like Capsule Corp
You been cappin' too hard
Actin' like ya ain't gettin' complacent
Chokin' because the n***as y'all gave him are nameless
But now the n***as wit' names gotta chase you
That don't make sense
I said, it must be yo' ass, 'cause it ain't the n***as you chasin' wit' ya punk ass
Congratulations...on bein' the only thing Ave was chasin' wit' his drunk ass
Made Swamp look like, "He might actually be nice" with your dumb ass
Yeah, that wasn't it
Had you lookin' like a bummy b*t*h
Straight homeless, Twork (twerk) pushin' a shopping cart like Russia lit
Forgot your bars? Bro, you the most absently-mindful excuse of a rapper
I'm mad my tax dollars revived you
Tell the fans all these lies
You bein' "strapped in" a lie, too
That's what got the top of your head lookin' like your cat doesn't like you
I shouldn't have to remind you...that you better than this
This all comin' from me, n***a
I taught you better than this
Oh, now you comin' back...to shake that monkey off your back?
I hope you come around, you f**kin' clown
Prob'ly need the bread 'cause the car insurance ain't comin' down
Runnin' rounds over and over again wit' that chopper style
f**k this battle - his real challenge prob'ly havin' to 'Buss It' now
I'm back on my bullsh*t
They put you in here wit' the best
When I'm done, I'mma text Norbes to wire transfer the rest
You in the dirt, b*t*h
Nicki Minaj: I'll leave Twork (twerk) stiff
After breakin' his jaw
If Jey gettin' caught, it's house arrest, strap around the ankle, tryna shake an assault
Your new tape gettin' bought...they should be thankin' you, Raivon
They gon' buy it just to remember you after the King, Von
Idris Elba: I know these white folks ain't lettin' me make Bond
Oh, now I'm spazzin'...
Don't let that mayo glizzy sh*t fool you, n***a: the combo nasty
Get knocked into last week
Y'all better start leavin' me alone!
Every punch harder than tryin' to Beasley on the phone!
The substance is silent
I'll let the crowd reaction cover the violence
The same way you let stardom cover your eyelids from the f**kin' truth
Yeah, they lovin' you
From how you be punchin' and wildin', jumpin' and holla-in'
Look like you 'bout to run off wit' another deposit!
n***a, I'm from that island
"Look alive"? Bro, I'll punch you dead in your face
You don't want war
You can yell 'til your voice hoarse and you red in the face
I'm a regular n***a
I pay my taxes and I'm from Federal Way
I took my real life, made it rhyme, and then sped up the pace
I got white neighbors, two beautiful kids, and I'll punch you dead in the face if you ain't hear me the first time
See, most n***as be exaggeratin'
I don't have the patience, to craft some random-ass bullsh*t from my imagination
"I'll shoot you while you takin' a sh*t!"
Yeah, that's funny when it's only thought about
It's even funnier when the same n***as is askin' me to stall 'em out
f**k is you talkin' 'bout!?
All trash! You a lame n***a!
Hall Pass: a loud (allowed) strange n***a!
All that energy don't hit the same, n***a
After the car crash, what's finna change, n***a?
From the SMACK events to the accident, you still the same n***a
It ain't no Nu Jerooz
What would your legacy be like? Same as that f**kin' Subaru
Mad...

This sh*t got me stressed
'Cause just like me, I see potential in you
But somehow I feel you tried your best
I'm not impressed

Ladies and gentlemen, the most electrifying style in battle rap
I remember seeing and thinking..."Well, I wouldn't wanna battle that."
But then I battled that...30 f**king times on the way up
Got the nerve to compare a perfect Jey (J) with a layup
We both classed as different, and I f**king hate it
Because you stole your style
I'm surprised ya ain't Crip-walkin' wit' the flow by now
You took Lu moves, then switched sides
That what yo' sh*t 'bout
Had Castro like, "Hell no. Sonny sold us out."
Well, damn, n***a...that's how you doin' your side people?
Castro, after taking your style, the guy leaves you?
That's f**ked up
With friends like that, who needs white people?
That might be inappropriate...or appropriation
I mean, it's arguable
Twork return in the spotlight now 'cause it's more marketable
I knew all in due time, they'd find out it didn't start wit' you
From the sounds to the bounce, Twork really got it all from Lu
This is what I want y'all to do...for me
Think of all his moves, 'cause he took all of them

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