CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Cortez vs. Quest MCODY
(*Cortez decides to skip the coin toss and chooses to go first*)
You see, it's battles like this where I'm uninspired
They wonder why, the fans on this app gon' unsubscribe
See, when it comes to mines, yours is undermined
But I'm under mine
Wit' lines, he punch, but I punish mines
Let's keep sh*t 100
Or a buck, wit' this nickel, to keep sh*t 100, 5
It's no Caffeine
You see, Smack? He's nothin' live
Gun aside, I'm gon' walk up casual
This is only for the cash, that's why I'm chalkin' and taggin' you
So, uh, pardon the attitude
Bullets'll be crossin' him lateral
Because way before Trump, we was mobbin' for capital
In drеad spots that get guap
At 17, coppin' red-bottoms off Red Tops
Illеgal, workers for cheap like sweatshops
I'll map his route, and then I'll go and end Quest at a rest stop
You just my lil' bro
Come on, Quest, you don't get props
I'm talkin' (talk and) sh*t to my son like Craig pops
Yellow tape, white chalk, and red mops
Or add Quest to a Detroit mural for dead opps!
Right up on his block, I'm grippin' the handle
Then I'm kickin' his candles
The body rot - (*sniff*) - the scent stronger than the bricks in the panel
30-clip, yeah, boy, I ain't riskin' no ammo
Fire sticks, I'll let it lift, and when it click, the sh*t look like I'm switchin' the channel
I will print yo' face image and sit that sh*t on apparel
Print it up, and sell it at the next venue I battle, n***a!
Don't you know?
You know the vibes, right? Vision is focused
You ain't never get to a bag, so what you feelin' is broken
You're sad, you're mad, you're bitter and hopeless
So of course I'm settin' the mood...with trigger emotions!
I told you, boy
n***as talkin' 'bout, "Yo, sh*t is gon' be great. Writin' for Quest is hard."
I said, "Damn right, 'cause the only thing we know about Quest is Marv."
So it's only right what I can give you at best is bars
Like, yo, bro, if I open the safe, then no one is safe
And the feds gon' open a case when I (*swish-swish*) open his face
The good die young? Yeah, that's mostly the case
I know his age, so he gon' look .40...all in the face!
I'm wit' torture
Sadistic sh*t is a disorder
I will puncture lungs, then cut out the tongue of this slick talker
Evil thoughts, mind more toxic than Flint water
'Cause you can't leave Cort' (court) wit' the Hawks: Vince Carter
n***a!
Smack, I told you, I am through with statuses
I mean, I ain't sayin' I needed Mook to rap against
But you coulda gave me Ooops the activist or even debuted Illmaculate
Instead, he gave me him gladly, thinkin' it's gon' boost his averages
But little did you know Quest Will struggle on his Pursuit of Happyness
I don't like you
Chrome rifle
Signs show no vitals
Now your death all over, Graham ('Gram): you'll go viral
His last name's Graham, go viral - wordplay
Either way, I'm the most underrated, underhanded, I oversaw
Being overlooked creates a pen overall
Y'all give it up for Cortez
Why they keep sayin' "YEAH!?"
I don't even know
I got Cort' (court) tomorrow...
I don't need to go
I don't even show
I got sh*t to do
Only God can judge me...
Who the f**k is-
YOU ain't never got no top-tier money in your life, b*t*h!
I'm quite sick
Two 'K's (2K), this left'll move him, but I'd rather bring this cross over when that right stick
Hi, kids, I'm Quest
Yes, one of the old n***as
I blow triggers, and I'm lookin' for a n***a wit' a bag like a gold-digger
Broke n***as!
Fake-ass diamonds on top of all that gold glitter
n***a, you not hot!
Stop worrying about if my stock drop
Tez, I got 100K in a stock op'
I done chopped blocks
Ain't nothin' to glorify
I be mortified from all the Glock shots
So when I'm steppin' to Cort' (court) wit' two fo's, n***a, it ain't a shot clock
Pop-pop!
Time tickin', listen, this gun'll lay you down
I'm not a product of my environment, n***a - it's the other way around
I'm not the one to play or clown
n***a, so act right
How the f**k you get all these chances to Shine just to rap like-
You rap like you thought-provokin'
You see, it's battles like this where I'm uninspired
They wonder why, the fans on this app gon' unsubscribe
See, when it comes to mines, yours is undermined
But I'm under mine
Wit' lines, he punch, but I punish mines
Let's keep sh*t 100
Or a buck, wit' this nickel, to keep sh*t 100, 5
It's no Caffeine
You see, Smack? He's nothin' live
Gun aside, I'm gon' walk up casual
This is only for the cash, that's why I'm chalkin' and taggin' you
So, uh, pardon the attitude
Bullets'll be crossin' him lateral
Because way before Trump, we was mobbin' for capital
In drеad spots that get guap
At 17, coppin' red-bottoms off Red Tops
Illеgal, workers for cheap like sweatshops
I'll map his route, and then I'll go and end Quest at a rest stop
You just my lil' bro
Come on, Quest, you don't get props
I'm talkin' (talk and) sh*t to my son like Craig pops
Yellow tape, white chalk, and red mops
Or add Quest to a Detroit mural for dead opps!
Right up on his block, I'm grippin' the handle
Then I'm kickin' his candles
The body rot - (*sniff*) - the scent stronger than the bricks in the panel
30-clip, yeah, boy, I ain't riskin' no ammo
Fire sticks, I'll let it lift, and when it click, the sh*t look like I'm switchin' the channel
I will print yo' face image and sit that sh*t on apparel
Print it up, and sell it at the next venue I battle, n***a!
Don't you know?
You know the vibes, right? Vision is focused
You ain't never get to a bag, so what you feelin' is broken
You're sad, you're mad, you're bitter and hopeless
So of course I'm settin' the mood...with trigger emotions!
I told you, boy
n***as talkin' 'bout, "Yo, sh*t is gon' be great. Writin' for Quest is hard."
I said, "Damn right, 'cause the only thing we know about Quest is Marv."
So it's only right what I can give you at best is bars
Like, yo, bro, if I open the safe, then no one is safe
And the feds gon' open a case when I (*swish-swish*) open his face
The good die young? Yeah, that's mostly the case
I know his age, so he gon' look .40...all in the face!
I'm wit' torture
Sadistic sh*t is a disorder
I will puncture lungs, then cut out the tongue of this slick talker
Evil thoughts, mind more toxic than Flint water
'Cause you can't leave Cort' (court) wit' the Hawks: Vince Carter
n***a!
Smack, I told you, I am through with statuses
I mean, I ain't sayin' I needed Mook to rap against
But you coulda gave me Ooops the activist or even debuted Illmaculate
Instead, he gave me him gladly, thinkin' it's gon' boost his averages
But little did you know Quest Will struggle on his Pursuit of Happyness
I don't like you
Chrome rifle
Signs show no vitals
Now your death all over, Graham ('Gram): you'll go viral
His last name's Graham, go viral - wordplay
Either way, I'm the most underrated, underhanded, I oversaw
Being overlooked creates a pen overall
Y'all give it up for Cortez
Why they keep sayin' "YEAH!?"
I don't even know
I got Cort' (court) tomorrow...
I don't need to go
I don't even show
I got sh*t to do
Only God can judge me...
Who the f**k is-
YOU ain't never got no top-tier money in your life, b*t*h!
I'm quite sick
Two 'K's (2K), this left'll move him, but I'd rather bring this cross over when that right stick
Hi, kids, I'm Quest
Yes, one of the old n***as
I blow triggers, and I'm lookin' for a n***a wit' a bag like a gold-digger
Broke n***as!
Fake-ass diamonds on top of all that gold glitter
n***a, you not hot!
Stop worrying about if my stock drop
Tez, I got 100K in a stock op'
I done chopped blocks
Ain't nothin' to glorify
I be mortified from all the Glock shots
So when I'm steppin' to Cort' (court) wit' two fo's, n***a, it ain't a shot clock
Pop-pop!
Time tickin', listen, this gun'll lay you down
I'm not a product of my environment, n***a - it's the other way around
I'm not the one to play or clown
n***a, so act right
How the f**k you get all these chances to Shine just to rap like-
You rap like you thought-provokin'
