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Said Jerzusalem Park vs. Murdaland, n***a welcome to y'all last days
And when I tell y'all the Murda rate high, it ain't what Smack paid
I mean, we seen you throw a punch, but just tell 'em what happened backstage
f**k that, ain't none of that sh*t happenin' today cause they ain't that brave
I don't give a f**k what you did in the Bat Cave
I don't give a f**k what you did with Pat Stay
I don't give a f**k about no Mossi, I don't give a f**k about no Blackface
If you fall any way, it better be that way
MAC spray
Nah, nah, nah, they too predictable
I already see they tactic
Well this a P.A. clappin'
He gon' lay down and act dead
n***a he ain't actin'
He's layin' stiff
Whatchu gonna do wit' Mook?
I'ma split his sh*t
You know they say he thе GOAT, Top 5
I don't even think that sh*t exists
Infrarеd when the pistol lifts
I'll put a beam on Mt. Rushmore, like Richie Rich
Oh b*t*h it's lit, I'm clappin' him with a ratchet
Turn Joe Budden couch
To grandma couch, I'm wrappin' 'em up in plastic
You know his pops was B.M.F., right?
n***a, his daddy was just a faggot
He was cryin' when Lux brought a casket to the battle
I'll show up to his funeral and battle him in his casket
Like, "Ah ha! You dead, can't even hold ya top."
sh*t I'ma p*ss on his dreads in an open box
That's for tryin' to pallbear on poor Bear, now you gotta walk into Goldie Locks
Loaded Glock, nah they packed a MAC in the back of the Ac'
That sh*t over Top, I used the MAC for backup (back up) like a loadin' dock
They both get popped, I'm clappin' it up in here
Put Cal' up in the air like it comfortable up in there
Mook? I'd cut him from here, he'd get a drum from the Bear
Whatchu gonna do wit' Calicoe?
It's still up in the air!
I mean a whole lotta, chrome poppin'
You say you put your city on your back, well I don't know 'bout ya
You the same n***a gettin' robbed for ya jacket and almost gettin' ya dome shot up
We can't call that carryin' Harlem
Globetrotter, chrome fire
Y'all trippin' even comin' here, y'all both dyin'
Y'all was trippin' even gettin' in the plane, like Joe Biden
Chrome firin'
Nah, nah, nah, the Larkin bangin'
This Fordham prep n***a can't even talk this gangsta
You can't clown him cause he went to school bro
Nah, you right
I ain't dissin' you cause you a scholar Ancrum
I'm just sayin', was it the college sh*t or the hollow tips cause he often changin'
Nah you right, cause you can't do both, there's no fraud and fakin'
Facts
When I was in class, we was always bangin'
Cafeteria? My ops was right across the table
When I was in school I could only think about my tool, we was all in danger
Even the pencil sharpener look like a revolver chamber
I got my first crib when I was 16, I was slingin' back then
n***a tried to rob the crib one time, I had Nina's clappin'
True story, he walked up the stairs like a sneaky b*st*rd
But he went down the stairs in a Slinky fashion
n***a, I can peep they tactics
Cause you be gettin' cribs in ya b*t*h's name
Dawg we can't even speak the same
At 16 I was trappin' on my own and used to keep the 'caine
Started swippin', prayin' to God that them visas came
Dawg I could probably get you a house
In Jesus name
Heater bang
Nah Twork you gotta grab the .40
Ratchet on me, clappin' shorty
Boom, boom, two up in Hightower, it's gonna be a tragic story
Magnum on me
He in the hospital bed havin' mad convulsions
The chances of livin' for your man, dark; Dexter's Labratory
Bro, bro, bro you cannot talk to these n***as like that bro
Compared to them you a small fry
I mean, this is Murda Mook, "The Greatest Of All Time"
You right, so when I kill him, we get a poster in his image, I'ma set it all high
In a big ass frame for Murda (murder); Central Park 5
They all lies
You still livin' off yo' daddy name and the game that he passin' down
But he don't even look out for B.M.F. n***as that's still shackled down
I send out Cash App's every week, you better ask around
Green dots next to they name, I'm active now
Yo' dad's a clown
He left y'all alone, he couldn't even child support ya
He wasn't around that often
Let you tell it, yo' daddy started B.M.F. and that sh*t sound retarded
How he go from bein' a "lost n***a" to a founding father?
Surround the coffin
And you next to drop
Heckler pop
He at the faceoff tellin' me, "I mean you nice, but you need to say somethin' extra hot."
Any of your advice die witchu, your casket gonna be a suggestion box
But you know when I get in that hut, hut, it gets super lit
Uh oh, I'm [?], I'll one/two this sh*t
Come and jump over Twork-
I can't do this sh*t

Summer Impact
What's up?
Mook, let that sh*t would've been me and you would've did that
What would happen?
Well we wouldn't be up here makin' no f**kin' diss rap
I'm talkin' static like a dispatch
I would've hit Smack like, "Book the battle"
And my favorite uncle Trick Trick voice, "I promise it won't be no mishaps"
I would've played that sh*t cool all the way to the part we got to this at
They would've flipped the coin, and asked him what he got
What happened?
He would've got yo' sh*t cracked
Oh my- look at all the kids clap
T-Top and Brizz back
Wait, where the f**k is Brizz at?
So you mean to tell me you hit that n***a so hard he stopped doin' business with Smack?
Hold on, so I done put out WWWF and told these n***as to do diss tracks and this n***a done did track
Wait a minute, relay this message to ya anchor
Since he think n***as blind
Like we ain't watch him with our own eyes drop the baton
n***a talk about he ain't run
Well we gon' bring out the footage and hit rewind
We gon' run through the tape right after he finish line (lyin')
n***a, Twork, you would get ya Top blew off
And if you this comfortable in front of yo' ops, you lost
Facts
I got the drop and rag Top, you soft
Right
You a Gucci belt on Canal Street
What that mean?
That's easy to knock you off
n***a this sh*t I lift (Lyft), you'll be pass injured (passenger)
It'll pick you up then drop you off
f**k an Uber driver, when I'm through with y'all, only n***as who'll find ya is a scuba diver
Suit and tied up
You've been f**kin' up on the job, what you here to supervise him?
Like n***a, we knew the problem
Y'all are pups, we knew the (neuter) problems
Soon as dawg (dog) do all that barkin'
We gon' euthanize him
This the n***a you bring to drama?
You bet not get in a shoot out with him and question if you don't see him fire
Cause this gon' be parallel to the same sh*t that happen when you see him rhymin'
What?
n***a talkin' 'bout why he blow a round
n***a stupid because he forgot 'em
n***a where ya man at?
The mere fact that you up here standin' with another man
That show us where you stand at
Talkin' 'bout, "Brizz ain't battle Mook cause his cousin died"
My n***a Mook mother died and still showed up prepared and y'all put her in the rap
So [?], ain't nobody tryin' to deal with- everybody gotta deal with death
We ain't hearin' that
n***a, first of all, what n***as even talk about the dead?
You saw how I dealt with death
What you do?
I started talkin' with my hands
My young n***a off a Zan'
He done went in the crib and killed everybody, forgot the whole plan
I be tellin' Beasley, "No" with a straight face, I got my own band
This sh*t don't stop for no man
I went in the booth and bodied Surf like a rock and roll fan
They come with Twork 'til I slide and show 'em how the pole dance
Free Gee Weeter, I'ma stop on Rosecrance
Hold on, you got this sh*t
It's funny how-
It's funny how Brizz looked at Twork
Nah, nah, nah, nah I got this sh*t
Yeah okay good cause they- that what he gon' do
It's crazy how Brizz looked at him to take charge and he just flopped his sh*t
So I was lookin' at Brizz like...hold on, hold on, hold on
You took your buffs off
Yeah I did
I knew this sh*t was gonna happen to you
You took his buffs off and rocked his sh*t
The funny part about it is Top is the only n***a that did not get hit
n***a you in quicksand
Beasley talkin' 'bout you "battle rap juggernaut" n***a no you not
n***a you ain't even the sixth man since Brizz ran
All of a sudden you shovin' in this man?
Come to find out this sh*t wasn't you or his plan
Y'all fake friends
Y'all hired to be fake real n***as, y'all nothin' like Hitman
But you know what's fake real?
But you know what's fake real n***a?
What's that?
This Haymaker chain
That's a fact, this sh*t look like he went to the same spot as Roc and told them n***as, "Hey, make a chain."
I can't wait to make a stain
Whatchu did?
Do 'em dirty
Let it blow 'til it ain't no mo' left in the 30
Y'all be stretchin' syllables but these rounds won't be wordy
All he gon' hear is
Bllllt boom boom boom!
Jersey!
Easy n***a

I say, the first time I heard Calicoe got locked up, I said, "This dude is a shooter."
Then I heard it was for c*ck fighting, I said, "You are a loser."
Nah, nah, nah he move birds, but just don't let him confuse ya
Cause this n***a really be fightin' chickens
But what he gonna do wit' a rooster?
Prepare ya fate
You was really out here c*ck fightin'?
Them poor chickens, you prolly scared them straight
You're a monster, a damn disgrace
I'll tell y'all what, I see him doin' that sh*t again, I won't spare him grace
Let me hear anything about cow (Cal') and chicken he won't ever see his parent's face
He gon' see the Smith &
([Calicoe] I don't ever get his lines)
I'll Murda Mook, T relentless, just keep ya distance
What the f**k you lookin' at bro
This piece of sh*t
He's just sickenin'
I'ma come to whatever barnyard y'all got them animals at...and free them b*t*hes
I'm fightin' soon as a see a chicken, like Peter Griffin
([Calicoe] I don't never get his bars. I never get his bars. Ever.)
And I'ma focus on this n***a, cause they say "Mook, Hollow and Lux, they the GOATS", these people trippin'
Be specific
They say outta every solid figure available, it's only these three to mention (dimension)
Oh okay a Rosecrance
I sat in a baptism pool for ten minutes, my soul cleansed
When I scattered out the throwaways, I had two Glocks stashed in the box, they both twins
Mary-Kate/Ashley, take me back to my old [?]
sh*t take me back to my coke flips
Take me back to them old days before I ever had a whole brick
I was a young Bizzy
([Calicoe] Never happened)
Facts! I was a young Bizzy, posted on the block with the poles grippin'
Back in '99, Bears on the wall, take me back to them road trips
See, these are two n***as I can never get along with
I grab Brizz machete so we can settle old sh*t
Nah, nah, nah, bro, I'll talk to my man and get some straps
This a problem a machete won't fix
Alright
I mean, he got MACs, Glocks, Berettas on sticks, whatchu need?
sh*t, tell that n***a send whatever gon' spin, I'm tryin' to put 'em to sleep
I'ma tell him to mail a ton in (melatonin)
This old b*t*h...why y'all hype him?
This n***a been pu**y his whole career, why y'all mad cause I don't like him?
You said, "I don't care how good you rap
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan."
I think that statement's fresh
But yo' best friend got a whole chain snatched off him, there was no savin' Rex
A n***a took a whole coat off you, brought it back to a battle and didn't get laid to rest
A n***a take his coat off me, he gotta pay his debt
Ain't no bringin' them jackets back like Avirex
Bang the TEC
This Piru, you think I can get a jacket took off me and go bang the set?
I get DP, circle right around the flag like Bangladesh
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan
A pistol whipped yo' motherf**kin head, that was a hot topic
And then you went and did a whole interview with him, c*ck ridin'
You gon' get pistol whipped by Math Hoffa and go continue ya life Dot Mobbin'
I'm just tryin' to give him My Expert Opinion and drop Knowledge
If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan, that's fictitious
Then the n***a gon' bet me $500 yesterday, this b*t*h trippin'
Talkin' 'bout I'ma choke in the battle
n***a you got choked in a battle; big difference
Sig' liftin', nah, take the knife out, stick tip in
Keep stabbin'; 'Big Pimpin''
b*t*h listen
f**k is you doin'?
Talkin' 'bout you get paid more than Smack, no the f**k you don't
You practically built SMACK and he didn't get nothin' for it
Y'all GOAT really just a man, he's a f**kin' fawn
You'se another pawn
Y'all GOAT really just a man, he's a f**kin' fawn and mad queer
You ain't God Tier or GOAT Tier you Gas Tier
Your first time battlin' outside of New York was last year
This who the f**k y'all praisin'?
This n***a show up to battles 50 deep just to keep him protected
This n***a only got ten battles, he ain't even been tested
n***a, I'm the motherf**kin' GOAT, most copied style in battle rap
This supposed to be yo' profession?
You had that durag on so long, it still ain't leave an impression?
You had that durag on so long, it still ain't leave an impression?
n***a- go Top
I felt like that's a choke Top
No, that ain't no choke Top
That's $500 on ya soul rock
I just saw-
Ayo Mook let me cut it to you
I said, for years SMACK was makin' bands off yo' dumb ass and he ain't split nothin' witchu
You was on every DVD, even the double issue
Couple battles way in the back
Other than that, they wasn't f**kin' witchu
You ain't no Harlem leader
If you the God of battle rap then we the nonbelievers
Concrete b*t*h

Alright check this out
All of the fans was askin', "Why not Qleen?"
"sh*t, why not Rex?"
They was like, "Psst, why not Shine?"
"Why not X?"
They like, "You could've came with Goodz
They like, "n***a you could've came with Quest."
I know, I know I could've came with anybody that was from the midwest
Now y'all can't feel like we sleepin' on that theory, this sh*t is chess
We made a crazy decision, I watched us live without regrets
Mag on 'em
They like, "Wait, how the f**k Mook get pop-"
Baow! Put a tag on 'em
This n***a all on Twitter talkin' 'bout we asked for 'em
When in actuality y'all was just the last n***as they had for us
n***a subbed in Brizz for Twork, I guess he wanted to show his ass for us
Aye, I said I wanted Mook on this stage, they passed on it
Then put us on teams cause they ain't have a bag for us
Now let's talk for real
n***a, between us and y'all, who the f**k do you think they would've picked to cement this card?
n***as wanted to pass 4 for 20, n***as knew we was gonna pick y'all off
He said 4 for 20? Cause they gave us quadruple what they get y'all for
To see Mook and Cal' touch down
n***a, they would've kicked y'all off
Now you gotta bake his Beans lookin' ass
You said "Beans"?
Yeah
Yeah I'm in his Bush-es with two can's staking out his crib
Puttin' him in a situation where he gotta think about who live
Now we seen you ain't a real n***a
You just gonna run up out the crib and leave mommy and sister to somethin' they'll never forget
n***a it ain't what it ain't
But
It still is what it is
I fought Mook at Lucky's and I did what I did
Wait, what?
Then welcome him to my city now he got a crib where I live
Ayo what the f**k you mean you "did what you did"?
We ain't battled yet
n***a first of all, Smack, Beasley and them, they ain't forget where I live
It's just back then the bag wasn't as big as it is
But you keep talkin' crazy, I'ma go forget what this is
All that disrespect gon' put you in the same position as Brizz
Nah, chill chill chill Mook, we just gon' stick to the script
Cause the clip hold 30
Hold 30?
Like the Percies Rex give to his b*t*h
Toss the Hawk off the hip, off rip, Cal' cut a (Calcutta) n***a
I'll be on some Indian sh*t
Dot on yo' head
Bullet goin' into ya (India) sh*t
Clean yo' ass up
Twork, that's the end of ya sh*t
n***a, first of all stop talkin' all these raps about hustlin'
Especially when you are not doublin'
You know how his raps and schemes let us know that he not doublin'?
How?
Cause he ain't graduated to a brick in not one of 'em
n***a, all them hardship raps? n***a that's growin' up black
That's not strugglin'
He the type to say, "n***a to eat I had to heat up Ramen for dinner."
Mook whatchu had to do?
n***a I had to write raps to go to sleep, I really had to eat rhymin' for dinner
That's crazy cause my crib ain't even had some heat sometimes in the winter
Smack hit me, I ain't even wanna be on the line with this n***a
What happened?
We already beat this fat ass n***a up, I ain't tryin' to waste no time with this n***a
Then you had the nerve to bring this fat ass n***a out when I battled you and they literally called "time" on this n***a
Ahh it's a cold world
You should've knew that from old girl
Wait, wait, first of all we told you I'm not gonna talk about this n***a's baby moms
Why?
Cause me and that lady got a crazy bond
You trippin'
I knew Wet Lexi for way too long
Yo, yo, yo you started givin' me vibes like that's yo' baby John
Hold on, but y'all n***as know the business
It's a real (w)rap when you met a .4 (metaphor) I'm Calicoe (co-) defendent
Bring the law to ya front door
Like Jehovah Witness
I caught this n***a sneak dissin'
All over Twitter
But each and every sub I track (subtract)
But he ain't know the difference
Aim from long range and bang
Mook you know the vision (division)
Caught him in crosshair, yeah
That's the scope edition (addition)
It's .9 in the tre eight oh semi auto Smith &
Six more when the Taurus kick in
Eight more in this .44 I'm grippin'
The ladder in the .40, ain't no order too tall for n***as
Just to let you know I ain't playin' the Calicoe I brought it with me
That n***a Mook talkin' spiffy
Yeah I am
So just to let y'all know I ain't playin'
What happened?
The big nose, I brought it wit' me
They say you gotta know ya worth
But in order to get to the root of the problem, you gotta show ya work
n***a calm it down, cause all that talkin' loud
That's gonna make me show you this dead arm is wild
This sh*t'll drop Twork (twerk) like an ex-stripper cool with her father now
Run up on him, baow!
Right on the boulevard, his Sunset, I walk him down
Chances are he highly would (Hollywood) be the first battle rap star on the ground
n***a, it's a ledge, we be jumpin' out the window with our prices
So URL staff tried talkin' us down
Well you seen what happened to the acrobat
After that-
You got off stage wit' him and you showed who the better talent
Well look, bottom line it don't matter how high we jump we gon' land on our feet
n***a check our balance
n***a, let's have a spelling challenge, since y'all like flippin' names well
Let me try playin' wit' a scheme
I told Brizz
"You'll be alright"
Right after I gave him the Z's
And Twork this is T work
Beasley tryin' to put y'all together like you gon' worry us? Please
When we refer to y'all three
It's like explaining sex to ya child
You gotta word it with ease (E's)
So instead of sayin' "n***as f**kin' pu**y" you just replace it with
Look at the birds and the bees (Beas')
Easy n***a!
Landslide n***a!

I said yo
Everybody said, "Bizzy you teamin' up Twork?" And "He is not gonna prepare
I mean y'all could be battlin' Jesus Christ, and he is not gonna care
Now if he focused, I'm tellin' you, his stock would be there."
So since they got the scope on you bro, I got it from here
The Glock will appear
b*t*h I will actually hurt you
The ratchet will murk you
Kill Mook then dig a hole where I'm stashin' a burner
So you can get rid of Calicoe after the Murda
Now Brizz ran down on you, yo' b*t*h and Rex at the WaWa store, right?
He wasn't playin' wit' y'all
He had a hammer, you had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all
That's all facts, now let's see if we can make it a bar

(Murda Mook: A real hammer. I'm just sayin'...he had a nail hammer
T-Top: Yeah he was ready to take one of y'all n***as out. f**k is you talkin' 'bout
Murda Mook: Go ahead, my fault. I forgot this battle rappin'
T-Top: Nobody gonna run down with a hammer and ain't planning on usin' that b*t*h. You just gotta think about that. I'm just puttin' that out
Murda Mook: He had a nail hammer. I would've shot his dumb ass from across the street.)

He wasn't playin' wit' y'all
He had a hammer, you had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all
That's all facts, but let's see if we can make this a bar
Boy you- he caught y'all Boyz N The Hood and you wouldn't let the Tre out the car

{Mook and Twork start arguing about Mook talking during T-Tops round}

(T-Top: He gonna talk the whole time. He don't wanna hear this
Smack: We good, we good, we good. Let him rap. Go 'head
Murda Mook: You know-I'm sorry. I apologize
T-Top: Thank you
Murda Mook: I apologize
T-Top: AIGHT! Stop!
Murda Mook: Damn bro
T-Top: Alright let me rap. n***a you talkin' through my whole round. You wanna have a conversation while I'm rappin' n***a? Let me rap. Aight.)

Now Brizz ran down on you, yo' b*t*h and Rex at the WaWa store
He wasn't playin' wit' y'all
He had a hammer, you had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all
That's all facts, now let's see if we can make it a bar
He caught y'all Boyz N The Hood and you wouldn't let the Tre out the car
See you might swing when the camera's on
But on your stand alone you wouldn't let yo' cannon blow or throw hands with bro
I understand it though
On stage it's, "That n***a Raw buggin'. He on somethin'."
So you got nervous and start punchin'
But we know a scared cat gon' scratch when the dogs comin'
n***a! n***a!
But I thank you b*t*h
Cause if I would've never had fell they would've only remembered that swing you did
And I'd rather be the laughing stock before I let them have the thought that you did some gangsta sh*t
You a b*t*h, and I can tell he wasn't made for this
Cause n***as mention my mama every time I hit the stage with this
Even you mentioned her in the battle at yo' state we did
It was a blatant diss
I had to stand there and face the sh*t
So I don't wanna hear no sob stories when the tables switch
You don't think none of y'all bars be hurtin' our relationship?
Every time she watch her baby sh*t she gotta hear some crazy sh*t
But I stand here for the culture and don't complain a bit
This lame a b*t*h

{Stumbles}

Let's put moms to the side
How anybody gon' tell me that a n***a mama that died
Is supposed to mean more than a n***a who's mama's alive
I'll leave y'all to decide
Cause against Tay Roc-
Damn son-

{T-Top chokes}

You right, I had it with this fake sh*t
You right, this is ya house, I just had to come renovate it
Y'all ain't got nothin' else goin' on outside of battle rap
Y'all gon' be partners forever
Battlin' for generations
They gonna come get you for Murda 50 years from now, there's no statue of limitations
Flip a K clip
This c*cksucker
This Smack old gunner versus the top gunner
The n***a that raise the roof versus the stock plummet
This A.I. gettin' crossed over by Jordan by LeBron dunkin'
The n***a who only come to work when he want versus the clock puncher
I put SMACK DVD outta era
This Netflix, this Blockbuster
This c*cksucker, I don't wanna hear the noise he make
This tool will get raised
They at your funeral playin' blue grass like Boise State
Toys get blazed
You washed up, dawg dumb, ya all chumps
Ya whole family behind the hearse like a car club
Jersey

I remember nights I had Henny and kush to help me think faster
I was on a mix of oil and gas like a weed whacker
I still sold small ass bags that made the fiends madder

{Chokes}

Man, concrete man

{Both teams arguing amongst each other before the round starts}

$500. I win $250 with Mook too after we left
I didn't choke n***a
Aye it's all good man. I'm sorry man
You f**ked the whole sh*t up
First of all Twork-
Nah, nah, nah, nah. Chill out. I know you on some bullsh*t. I know you on some homie sh*t
You wanna drink some water? So we can talk while you rappin'
I mean I'll still drink the water
I beat n***as outta order
I'm not even talkin' 'bout this n***as daughter
Rather none of y'all n***as but no slaughter
Let me just rap and let them n***as record ya

Listen, if I don't like somethin' that's in T's bars (T-Boz), I'ma up a MAC(k)-10
The impact will hit Twork chest, make his f**kin' back bend
Ambulance rush to the set but they don't what's happenin'
Cause his body movin' in an awkward motion
The fans thought it was his slogan but no those was convulsions cause he wasn't Strapped In
You stupid clown
All them funny moves and "baows", I don't get that
Cause ain't nothin' funny on my side
n***as will really move your baows (bowels) to a sh*t bag
sh*t bad, Summer Impact, Smack, we ain't forget it
Smack said, "We need something to clean our image
So look, we came up with this charity event. Look dawg there ain't even admission
n***a this ain't even a scrimmage
This is Lebron and Jordan playin' some high school kids tryin' to help 'em with tuition
Look, you need to listen
When this battle is finished, I'ma be trendin' n***a, you gon' be in Trenton
Speakin' of Trenton, all the talent in ya city
Ain't lettin' none of them n***as see no real light
But you supposed to be real, right?
Just like you battle rap n***as
Be fake as sh*t and not address it up real nice
Always put ya hood on in these battles but never in real life
Twork, you grew up in the church
That's right

We all did
Pssst. Nah we didn't. No we didn't. Ain't you supposed to be a motherf**kin- yo please T-Top. C'mon now
You was doin' that we was-
Yeah and I and I gave him- anyway

Twork, you grew up in the church, now you a gangbanger, yeah f**kin' right
Guess this n***a reppin' the B and the C's
Yo Mook what's that?
The Blood of Christ
Aye, ain't yo' mother a f**kin' pastor?
All the sons and her son rap? I sure got your mother tight
What, it's gonna take for you to die for her to see you in another light?
Since we on mothers, right
You should've been partnering with your moms
Cause at least you would've had a f**kin' partner that would be good at remembering rhymes
Cause let you tell it, she the greatest of all at finishin' lines
n***a mention my mom I told him, "O.G. I ain't gonna f**k up the business this time
I'ma let n***as get it, it's fine."
But I'ma give all of you advice
And this ain't no tough talk 'bout who was wrong, who was right
But n***a mention my mom I wanna s- on God you gon' lose they life
Listen, n***as you know what n***as wanted to do the two of you that night?
Huh?
n***as could've ruined you, right?

{Mook and T-Top get into an argument}

{Mook and T-Top get into another argument about talking during the opponent's round. Mook ends up bring it back a few bars}

n***as could've ruined you, right?
We was in front of yo' hotel
We thought it was up there and it was stuck there
Right?
You was across the street for a whole hour
No lie
Shine had to come and beg us to let you get up there cause you was stuck there
n***a I got the drop on him
n***a opened the door for him he went Roc on him
Last thing he saw was a flash, gave him Glock-coma
Indica or sativa?
Pick one, either of these Haymakers will put Top in a coma
Oh you sell exotic aromas
But n***a you a glorified promoter, you not the owner
That's on Tory
n***a, cause it's March you bring this madness?
I had to watch you in a tournament
And I remember you was a scrawny kid in the audience
Now we all can't grow up fortunate, ain't nothin' wrong wit' it
But after how many battles? 30?
n***as still comin' to battles dirty?
You know how long it's been?
You mean to tell me after all your wins
Flawless performances, generating all these ends just to give it all to him
You ain't battle rappin' no more than you whoring
Smack gon' use yo' stupid ass 'til you got nothin' else more to give
You gonna ask that man for money fo' yo' kids
He gon' look at you like you got four heads
But, "Smack the bro. Smack the bro."
That's what every hoe I ever known said
If you into doin' homeboy business, go 'head, be O-Red
But ain't no friendships in this sh*t wit' me
Ask Checko, I'm keepin' it a Bean
Smack my n***a too, but when that business due he speakin' to my team
I need residual income and then some, everything that's in-between
So it's funny how you call me for the Bear when I'm really the n***a eatin' off the stream
Wait, eatin' off the stream?
Yeah
Wait n***a, you eatin' off the stream?
Hold on, wait, wait, wait
So you mean to tell me you eatin' off the stream and let me settle for 15?
Uh huh
Hold on, so you mean to tell me you let me let the plug calls ring?
Agree to the bare (Bear) minimum and took a Brizz loss [?]
No, no, this n***a Mook tryin' to be so slick and he done cost me
Crazy ass Harlem n***a, I knew I should've brought Qleen
n***a sayin' sh*t like that will make a n***a question if you're clean
But y'all n***as was cool wit' Cal'
n***a even bet me money when he vouched for y'all
But then Summer Impact, time to brawl
Top bul not involved
Same bul, my partner and the dinosaur Rex would've swore would've got it on
Why you think Rex tomahawk'd you so hard with the bottle for?
Cause on top of a $100 loss
He was p*ssed off he couldn't get to tell me I was wrong
Rex you owe me money n***a!
And I'm glad your b*t*h ass got outta dodge
It would've been bail money for my squad if we got at y'all
It wouldn't have been no dialog
A body would've been the only way it got resolved
Every time a n***a spotted y'all we would've shot at y'all
It wouldn't have been the rappers either, not at all
It would've been the one don't give a f**k about a card
They stay outside 'side the car
n***a blew ya head off right after he asked you if you got cigars
Then blend in with the crowd and be like, "wow", they just as shocked as y'all
Wait, wait, wait, now you tell me who won
What happened?
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Brotherhood Clique dressin' up tryin' to be us
First of all, when I came out, sh*t was only about Brizz and T-Top
'Til all you n***as had to open ya mouth with a motherf**kin' opinion
So this how we gonna do this
How we gon' do this?
f**k Twork, f**k T-Top, f**k The Brotherhood as a staff, a record label and as a motherf**kin' crew
And if y'all wanna be down with Brotherhood
Then what?
Then f**k you too!
X-Factor, f**k you too!
All you mothaf**kas, f**k y'all n***as
Die slow, my fo-fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow
Y'all n***as can't be us or see us
Landslide 'til I die
They got me out here in California like I won't bomb on you n***as
We do our job
You think you the mob n***a we the mothaf**kin' mob
Easy n***a!

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