CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mike P vs. Th3 Saga
Saga...
You said NOME was a dream come true, but is that from the defiance you went through?
To hit this stage and, show your faith that, you the tightest in your group?
Say, "Look, Mom, I can fly..."
f**k are you, Travis Scott?
You that close wit' God? Well, I'm admirin' your truth
My apologies - I'm Michael...the Archangel
I'm the Highest in the Room
I'm takin' all y'all heads
I'd be pu**y to call y'all threats
Thin line between me and the GOATs like a barnyard fence
This deja vu to that group that you called y'all friends
This ain't the first time battle rap realized you don't belong on X!
I’m makin’ an effort
p*ssed off seein’ our names were together
I should’ve interrogated Tay Roc
Instead, you Cave under pressure!
I’ll take him to Heaven
Steal without makin’ a gesture
Clean money, Marty Byrd: I’m an angel investor!
BANG! One shot, he caught the drawn .40 first
Then BANG! Two shots, he hit the calm dirty earth
Then BANG! Three shots gon’ make his core pour a quart!
And if Th3 Saga continues, I’ll make a long story short!
pu**y, calm it down!
Get robbed wit’ an AK, withdraw accounts
Ace told me if I could get rich (Ricch) wit’ a chopper (Choppa), walk him down!
I feed off action!
You gon' rap well, but I'm not convinced
You chose me - you've mistaken common sense for confidence
Ya got neither, c*ck iron
Dr. Pepper: shots fired
Top flyin'
Hollow points...messed wit' his head: Scott Steiner!
I'm airin' at they idol
It's apparent I ain't like you
Lebron poppin' now, but calm it down comparin' him to Michael!
You in need of some help
You always doin' this...(*smack, smack, smack*)
Punch bars - (*smack*) - 'cause you too Christian to release off the belt
That porn angle is played out, but...so is this
It needs to be shelved
I guess even in battle rap, it's still doors locked, lights off, and you beatin' yourself
It's parallel
What I jot hot, too
Don't even act like I will not knot you
Dissect you wit' a fine comb
You? Tied up here, your plotline through
You peep the man bun, b*t*h? I'm on the top, (k)not you
It's GOAT sh*t!
Opposin'? Suck a whole d**k
I'm a notch above you
Owned every card I been on for a year straight
I will not be humble!
Taurus out, five-shot revolver and I plot to slump you
I gotta be your higher power, Saga - only God can judge you
Saga...keep comin' wit' that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leading to your loss in salary
You here to act like you still a boss and battle me
I'm here to put some life into your false reality
You said NOME was a dream come true, but is that from the defiance you went through?
To hit this stage and, show your faith that, you the tightest in your group?
Say, "Look, Mom, I can fly..."
f**k are you, Travis Scott?
You that close wit' God? Well, I'm admirin' your truth
My apologies - I'm Michael...the Archangel
I'm the Highest in the Room
I'm takin' all y'all heads
I'd be pu**y to call y'all threats
Thin line between me and the GOATs like a barnyard fence
This deja vu to that group that you called y'all friends
This ain't the first time battle rap realized you don't belong on X!
I’m makin’ an effort
p*ssed off seein’ our names were together
I should’ve interrogated Tay Roc
Instead, you Cave under pressure!
I’ll take him to Heaven
Steal without makin’ a gesture
Clean money, Marty Byrd: I’m an angel investor!
BANG! One shot, he caught the drawn .40 first
Then BANG! Two shots, he hit the calm dirty earth
Then BANG! Three shots gon’ make his core pour a quart!
And if Th3 Saga continues, I’ll make a long story short!
pu**y, calm it down!
Get robbed wit’ an AK, withdraw accounts
Ace told me if I could get rich (Ricch) wit’ a chopper (Choppa), walk him down!
I feed off action!
You gon' rap well, but I'm not convinced
You chose me - you've mistaken common sense for confidence
Ya got neither, c*ck iron
Dr. Pepper: shots fired
Top flyin'
Hollow points...messed wit' his head: Scott Steiner!
I'm airin' at they idol
It's apparent I ain't like you
Lebron poppin' now, but calm it down comparin' him to Michael!
You in need of some help
You always doin' this...(*smack, smack, smack*)
Punch bars - (*smack*) - 'cause you too Christian to release off the belt
That porn angle is played out, but...so is this
It needs to be shelved
I guess even in battle rap, it's still doors locked, lights off, and you beatin' yourself
It's parallel
What I jot hot, too
Don't even act like I will not knot you
Dissect you wit' a fine comb
You? Tied up here, your plotline through
You peep the man bun, b*t*h? I'm on the top, (k)not you
It's GOAT sh*t!
Opposin'? Suck a whole d**k
I'm a notch above you
Owned every card I been on for a year straight
I will not be humble!
Taurus out, five-shot revolver and I plot to slump you
I gotta be your higher power, Saga - only God can judge you
Saga...keep comin' wit' that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leading to your loss in salary
You here to act like you still a boss and battle me
I'm here to put some life into your false reality
