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Round 1 - Shaka Zulu
04:07
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Trend setter,
Give a fuck what you do
Sticks drums,
Shaka got damn Zulu
Holup, bitch,
You misunderstood 6
I be fuckin wit the hood
you suckin the hood dick
Holup
Gone and let the boy juug (x3)
I ain't really wanna do it to em
B'thain think that I could
Gone and let the boy juug (x2)
Hop up out the car (rep)
Bullets fallin off my lap (you see em)
Battery on 15% (damn)
Baby just sent me a snap (naked)
607 blucifix (yikes)
I don't cape and i don't cap (never)
But I do be fallin in looove wit my mothafuckin straps (ay ay)
Turnt it up wit no cosign (solid)
Rap is great, god is good (pray)
Tapes bumpin like Romine (dig)
Gone and let the boy juug (wooh!)
Turtle wax on my hood (heh)
Nasty fashion bitch ugh! (Heh)
I ain't really wanna do it to em
B'thain think that I could (I had to)
Pissy hallways dirty always that's the soil god chose (gutter)
Crack smoke in my nose (daily)
From that struggle grew a rose (yuh)
Everyday the same jokes (niggas)
They was jonin on the bold (stuntin)
Teacher said I didn't apply myself
I was like fuck you bitch I'm gettin drove (bitch)
All my life I been a underdog (woof)
So it's only right I fuck bitches (stab)
Bout to put some diamonds on my collar (bling)
Glowed up on a fuck nigga (yikes)
I ain't try a get in touch witcha- bitch
Don't you be lying to my auntie
Ima old balla Sidney moncrief
My life revolve around one street
Hook
Trend, setter,
Give a fuck what you do
Sticks, drums,
Shaka got damn Zulu
Holup, bitch,
Youmisunderstood 6
I be fuckin wit the hood
you suckin the hood dick
Holup
Gone and let the boy juug (x3)
I ain't really wanna do it to em
B'thain think that I could
Gone and let the boy juug (x2)
Verse 2
Mothafucka think he know me cuz I call him homie bitch I ain't the one (I promise)
Keep my name off your tongue (thank ya)
You have not seen all my guns (NIGGA)
When you really bout smoke youn exhale keep it in ya lungs (try me)
Cook a play up wit my thumbs (quick)
You got insufficient funds (bruh)
I'm a bald head nut ski mask fit me perfect let's jump (I'm ready)
Fresh gucci sto mannequin (drape)
You forever 21 (drove)
Special sauce papa john's (drip)
All the toppins I'm supreme (king)
Tell the truth he coulda won (low key)
But all his opps on his team (shame)
Fuck it up, (ay) fuck it up (ay)
Get me a check and I fuck it up
Fuck it up (ay) fuck it up (ay)
Nigga told me i ain't tough enough (what?)
Niggas got corpse and prisoner fetishes, promise no cappin that's a fact (crazy)
You only look up to niggas who got caught, type of backwards shit is that?! (Drove)
All my life I got it out the mud (grind)
So it's only right I ride dirty (strapped)
100 round magazine plug (cans)
Gone on witcha lil 30 (that's cute)
Ima gitcha back don't worry - bitch
I just will not jump stupid (nah)
I'm a free man you a doofus
Being locked up ain't no cool shit
Trend setter,
Give a fuck what you do
Sticks drums,
Shaka got damn Zulu
Holup, bitch,
Youmisunderstood 6
I be fuckin wit the hood
you suckin the hood dick
Holup
Gone and let the boy juug (x3)
I ain't really wanna do it to em
B'thain think that I could
Gone and let the boy juug (x2)
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You loco! How am i scared of you?
When I'm so way ahead of you?
Don't ever ask me 'what it do?'
Cuz 'it' do what the fuck i tell it to
Superstitious and so religious,
Them chicks can't keep nothin from me
See I can tell she a gold digger
By the way the bitch count money
So I canceled her
She'll probably move to Los Angeles and go broke
Cuz a stupid hoe gone be a stupid hoe
No matter how you treat her; she's a joke
And a nigga too so how you figure
You're in a position to yike my block?
When your neighborhood's a big pair of panties
And you're like the cotton crotch - i watch
These lil dirty broke niggas talkin bout kickin ass
If you were getting money, you wouldn't be getting mad
It's hard to frown counting 10,000 dollars cash
Don't ask me a thing
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Round 3 - The Palingraph
02:09
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Stupid rappers favorite your assassin underground,
Music vainglorious it's okay chant now,
Wack sound that sheep love to use fans cast out,
tracks sound life like omni present superpower,
amateurs challenge the master and recognize,
after their defeat condemnation and sacrifice,
here in hell its hot white flames embrace you,
jeer and yell incubus fingers your cross jesus,
lord 6 had you figured out you psyched,
kids got you hype the object precisely,
face your fear people hate your voice,
can't state your claims mockery break your poise,
know you don't, love is what emcees play for,
hold up fools what are these jokes going on stage for?
Respect our altar, kneel like men,
rave and cruise Armstrong, you lose we win
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Round 5 - I'm A Sargeant
03:16
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6-0... 7 heavy hitta like the klitchkos steady gettin green like the bottom of a fish bowl
Homies proud they remember I was piss po
Crippin through the halls of McClellan wit tha big fro
Now it's on, high steppin in the end zone
Went from invisible to boy they could depend on
Use to hate it now I parlay up in the friendzone
Congratulated all the newlyweds but nuh uh
Never letta regular degular nigga pass the level of heckler checkem and lay back on the gas
Not a trapstar 1 helluva outcast, slash
Rap god, secular niggas mad
Why?!
You was idle from december to cinco de mayo and you wonder why it ain't no chips in yo pico de gallo
I never underestimate the power of denial
Think about the difference when yo jacket on trial
See they can tellam a Sargent
You ain't aboutcho pay
Put a bg on the market
Tell me how much he gone make
You are not ready for varsity
Quit steppin outside yo grade
I don't talk fast you listen slow get that stupid smile off yo face homeboy
(Mm mm mm mm)
Ciz I been yikin since trus vogues trios and daytons homeboy
(Mm mm mm mm)
Was hittin the rink to squaaaaab when you was really skatin homeboy
(Mm mm mm mm)
Was makin plays on the pager when you was just cakin homeboy
(Mm mm mm mm)
That's how they know you aint ready for
6-0.... 7 stay relentless til the encore
Steady gettin green like the bottom of a lawnmower
I'm like a secret in your house and I haunt yours
Jack in yo daddy cup, rabbit in your mama drawer
Work wit me turf surf wit me lead em on a high speed chase tri statewide search wit me
Or name an opponent off the top of yo head
Who claimin he want it gone and put up your bread and watch me murk eem
A nigga just really be chillin I try to breeze over the fact that I'm killin em quiet is kept I'm glad they slept I ain't got no ceilings
I'm kickin the doe in cuz they told me that my meal in there the bad guy is a billionaire I guess Ima be the villain (huuh)
I don't be trippin at all
I got baby bottles fulla pentobarbital
And a trojan that'll blow the crown moldin off the wall
Get arrested order pizza wit my 1 phone call
See they can tellam a Sargent
You ain't aboutcho pay
Put a bg on the market
Tell me how much he gone make
You are not ready for varsity
Quit steppin outside yo grade
I don't talk fast you listen slow get that stupid smile off yo face homeboy
(Mm mm mm mm)
Ciz I been yikin since trus vogues trios and daytons homeboy
(Mm mm mm mm)
Was hittin the rink to squaaaaab when you was really skatin homeboy
(Mm mm mm mm)
Was makin plays on the pager when you was just cakin homeboy
(Mm mm mm mm)
That's how they know you aint ready for me
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If you give them too much of your body they think it's theirs
if you give them too much of your time they think it's theirs
baby we're too grown to be lying we're all sharing
but you must have forgotten let me be clear
I do what I want to do, with who I want to do it with
and I done kept it real with you so don't come at me with no bullshit muthafucka I'm grown! (x3) I can't get in trouble
You must be used to them counterfeits
I go in your pussy but I did not come out of it
so quit trying to look me all in my eye for some conflict asking me dumb s*** baby you don't run s***
I like you and respect you at the same time
I accepted your life don't try to change mine
it's too much too fast
my attitude shifts when you're talking out your ass
I be like f*** you- I don't want to see you
I ain't tryna change you- do you, be you
I don't want to hang with you - no time, no way
if you bout to wig on me when you don't get your way that's okay
If you give them too much of your body they think it's theirs
if you give them too much of your time they think it's theirs
baby we're too grown to be lying we're all sharing
but you must have forgotten let me be clear
I do what I want to do, with who I want to do it with
and I done kept it real with you so don't come at me with no bullshit muthafucka I'm grown! (x3) I can't get in trouble
I ask her why it matter when she ask me where i been
Nothin you can say gone stop me from goin again
You need to know somethin, i'll tell you when it's time
That pressurin and arguin, you askin for a lie
I see it in your eyes, you get turned on when i be pissed off
But all that fussin and arguing make my dick soft
You believe every rumor, and i don't get it
You dumb as you was before you got your college credits
Pull in my neighborhood, turnin up my subs
I ain't turnin nothin down til they free my homie Dubb
You only like a nigga when you get your way
Zip up your purse baby, you can't stay
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The quiet desperation of your selfie tells me you rich, but you ain't healthy
Workin hard just to buy shit you don't need to impress a bunch of folk you don't like but you wanna make em jealous?
You a sick individual i'ma say it for you
Won't hear me lyin tombout I'm prayin for you
Give a damn if they understand, call me lost , I know who the fuck I am
The e-a the r-f the e-a-r
Get the respect and the check cuz we ain't yall
Mockin hits, hoppin dicks like a teenage broad
Review the timline you can see they fraud
When the jerseys popped saw em put on jerseys
When No Limit was poppin they was sayin ya heard me
Screw start jumpin and they start comin down
Meanwhile slide to the geek side of town (it's me)
Nerd superb rain boots and Levis
Functional fashion and flick a factory g-ride
Suckas following trends and can't see why I be fly,
cuz they done ate booty and got the pink eye
Saw it happen wit Ed Hardy and True Religion
Looked at my gloves crazy, while they wore glitter
Be yourself don't wait for people to do it witcha
EAT BOOTY CUZ YOU WANNA EAT BOOTY NIGGA!
Yeeeeaaaaah, you ain't slick
I left came back and you still ain't shit
Taxtime shawty takin IG pics
Cuz he done begged his baby mama to carry the kid
I don't participate in the mockery so they knockin me and my philosophy
But I'm ready for anarchy
I study Anne Moody yall fuckin with androgyny
Look the words up bitch don't bother me
Ima get you a stopwatch, so you can stop watchin me and make yo block hot
Blow too much gas, you need a stopcock
Youn know what that mean either?!
Got damn you stupid, that mean yo kid ain't smart,
just smarter than you and that shit ain't hard
What you doin tryna rap? you got legacy problems
And yo baby mama man of the house? MY GOD
Whoever don't believe in the behemoth will surrender as I render you anemic,
What make it so baaaaad I ain't even at my zenith
I got em so maaaaad don't eem want me on the remix
They just don't know
If my team full of liars and club hustlas
It's gone be some friendly fire in this mothafucka
Give a damn what they understand, call me cruel, I know who the fuck I am
The e-a the r-f the e-a-r
Get the respect and the check cuz we ain't yall
Mockin hits hoppin dicks like a teenage broad
I don't talk to workers, lemme see they boss (aay!)
When they mappin my plays I call a audible
Nothin but chillin, I'm killin, I feel remarkable
You'll never understand the real
Cuz I'm still standin you still standin still
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Round 9 - Clickbait
01:50
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Swag is organic my buzz is organic
Ion fuck wit the numbers ion dry snitch for traffic
Niggas be stealin that don't mean I'm lackin
Say she gone leave getcho bag ho I'll pack it
Granddaddy used to say shutup that racket
Now he in heaven watching me count rackies
I watch his daughter like I'm the dothrakis
Ain't no FedEx but I'm trackin yo package
Syllables so Savage my bulletproof got patches I'm looking through my mattress like see what I fount
Always play dumb just to peep who gone cheat me you think you just beat me I froze yo account
Process up top but her pussy team natural
Fuck her to sleep she curled up like a cashew
You told me move I ain't freeze like no statue
So keep that same energy do what I ask you
Strapped at her condo cuz she got a nigga (whoo)
Cut my dick hair wit his clippers (whoo)
She know she get wrong I'll blick her
Might get a new whip and leave on the sticker
Might get a ticket and leave on these niggas
I can't hear yo hatin I'm skatin through clouds
Closer to God but I think like the devil
I wonder who'll come when I'm under the ground
I done took too many Ls
My niggas all just now gettin outta jail
I wrote the code on myself
Niggas can't read so I shoot til I'm felt
Coconut air freshener on the dash
I kept my pills in a Skittles bag
Struggle on deck how could you get mad?
Ran up a check on yo stupid ass
Nigga I'm clickbait, touch me, shit not
Gone go, hiyoo thankit shoulda went (say)
6 what Cha boyfriend could been (ooh)
Got a aux cord lemme put it in (ay)
You a trap star boy juug then juug then getcha dirty mama out the hood then
Whip it like a chef boy cook den you was real smart from the outside lookin in
Wutnya? (Bitch)
If I was broke it'd still be fuck ya (bitch)
Gave I ain't never took nothin (bitch)
Sad part is I still love ya (bitch x3)
Hate you for making me love knowing it's fraud all in yo heart
Now I can see through yo games and nothing can save you not even god
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Mobbin outta LR evil ass bastard
Yeen in the mix don't worry bout the cake
Niggas wanna vape ion know about that shit
Boy sleep on me set fire to mattress
Lil friend face skin stuck to the pillowcase
Inbox the opps they'll tell you what happened
I look my prey in the eye when I penetrate
Hell naw fuck y'all ion wanna link
Skin doo doo brown and my hat pussy pink potna
You not thinker so fuck what you think
Popper on side me I'm rollin like brinks homie
I sent her nun but emojis and winks
She dropped the addy I bink bink bink
Then wash the pole in the bathroom sink
While you trippin, takin pictures of progress is just gone juice yo competition
Yeen postin what you pitchin, I'm prolly gone come and get some money witcha
Back and forth just like a rockin chair cock in there knockin air up out her lungs tho
Niggas salty I survived a pandemic I'm livin livin having fun ho
I give my team - Jewells, Loyd they trust me you know I'ma spaz
Call me the Storm when I get the ball cuz I'ma destroy but you know I'ma pass
Gross as a open sore nigga we scabbin
Put out a classic, my number the same
They throw a fit when I'm yikin like thisss
Ain't gone, do a, hoe ass, thang
Bitch I'm a germ in vaccine clothin
Tycoon 24/7 we open
These niggas always in the backseat smokin
Loser they legacy
I'm surrounded by niggas wit special needs
If you stan then you cannot compare to me
Got no plan so they default to jealousy
Check this out tell the police if they kill my family fuck off cuz I will not be settling
This is war now you owe me some blood
Can't protect your whole family at once
I woke up to my neighbor he slow as hell
His caretaker was whoopin his goofy ass
Til one day he kicked bro in the thote and bailed
I love Karma, she real and he can't get mad-
Why you show yo chicken? that made you a target but you let these thotties befriend you
Them lil bitty titties on interesting women that's something you oughta look into
She gone love you right
Issa couple types you ain't had yet
See that skanless yella bone black and yellow phone she don't never tip her lash tech
But we ain't never had bad sex
She be comin up with hella plans
While these hoes waitin on the mailman
Flip them bundles witcho student loans
I'm cashapp a couple PELL grants
Toxic pyramid scheme goals, I'ma fuck ya friends
Breakin bread but you get the most
Let me tell it that's a win win
Shiiiiiiiiid
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Mane you got so much in common wit these fake niggas
You bout that playin, I'm just sayin
Walk like a duck, quack like a duck, must be a duck (x2)
Okay I'm confused (x2)
You been sellin dope for 10 years but you broke - ok I'm confused
Okay I'm confused you gone have to excuse me
Yo credit 1000 then why you on housin?
Okay I'm confused
Okay I'm confused, let's get it Let's go
The reason you don't know me homie cuz you ain't nobody to know
Okay I'm confused, I'm tryna relate
That hatin gone haunt you why don't you just let me be great?
I ain't surprised
Pussy got faces and eyes
HIV pussy ain't shy
Pussy you die
Take em to the roof so high
Pussy ass nigga can't fly
Coming to the nerd from the hood with the beaker watch your tongue hold your head
Show up on your block with the Bluetooth speaker like member what you said??
Buck the Devil-
I been yikin tryna get my life together-
Doing ok but I know I can do better-
Mama told me never settle
But the man got n plans for me to die in the ghetto
I ain't crazy-
We didn't hang ourselves or put ourself through slavery-
Wear a uniform and kill our own teenagers-
Tax payin black man worth less than what they payin for each inmate in the can whatchoo sayin?
So whatchoo sayin?
Ok I'm confused, you gone have 2 excuse me
You say I'm the villain, you doin the killin
Ok I'm confused
The fuck is you sayin? What the fuck is yo plan
I'm finna go fill up a coupla gas cans
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Kill what you love, kill what you love
Leave you alive and I kill what you love
Kill what you love kill what you love
Look in yo eye when i kill what you love
Oh you like hustle I'm killin it, oh you like fashion I'm killin it
Check out my sack
Oh you like music I'm killin it I heard yo tape I wasn't feelin it
Don't call me back
Oh you like bitches I'm killin em case after case I'm the villain
I give em the axe
Flexin bout fightin and stealin you run off the money and women my nigga relax
Oh you like tourin I kilt it already
This life is borin I kilt it already
Oh you like foreigns i kilt em already
I need me some muscle I'm back on the Chevy
Oh you like flexin I kilt it already
All by my lonely 1 deep in this bitch
Stunt em so hard they don't know til they google
They look back up at me I'm cheesin and shit
Nigga you fuckin wit God huh
Cover yo life wit the dark huh
Took the bag i was gone put on yo head
And bought my grandma a massage huh
Hate on a boss atcho job huh
Salty like chicken from shark's huh
Joke about being the king of the deck
But a check for you ain't in the cards huh
Got- damn the bag done got big (x2)
Suckas be tickin, pocketwatchin ass niggas
Gone somewhere wit that shit
This a religion
Learn a- lesson- boutcha- self- yeena boss- nigga (huh)
Call me- bluci- f1x it's- hell if- I get crossed- nigga
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