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beastmode battles – the saurus vs lev corso كلمات اغاني

[round 1: lev corso]
i’m puerto rican, you from vegas
so if i hear a hurricane bar…
i’m posted up in mandalay bay, holdin’ a ar
and if trevor wanna help ya, bang! it’s not gonna matter
you’ll see a deal on a the saurus like you shoppin’ at chapters
you used to structure syllables amazingly in rhyme
but the one thing you were best at, you got lazy with in time
and beastmode is my fam, so they relate to me when i
say i wish this old man die, and jim lahey was alive!
i got dummies, but they bookworms
that sound absurd, but they’ll fly through a the saurus
every round’s a nerd
it’s textbook: i’ll break him down to nouns and verbs
then throw the saurus into cr- ah!
then throw the saurus off the stage, and move the crowd with words
put a blade under your ear, so mind yo’ neck
when i tell you to watch your mouth, ’cause it might go left
or extended on the heat, talkin’ sh-t and direspect
it’s like a lighter on a leash: off the hip, you gettin’ stretched
you dead!
i’ll pr-ck your wife without doin’ a vaccination
let my kids play in her box like they use they imagination
your house plus your money equals all of her intent
that b-tch is such a ho, that krome only talks to her in french!
but she look like a dropout
that b-tch got a troubled past
so i gave her s-x ed…so she had some f-ckin’ cl-ss
she’d cream on my d-ck ’til it was glossin’ white
then i made your missus buff it like warren’s wife!
i’m trying to be just as known for actually rapping
then as the creep staring at robyn’s -ss in the battle with banshee!
meanwhile, ganik gives you shots, you miss, then say you want i.c.e?
how you a career gambler, but still can’t play your cards right?
but let’s say you won the chain, as funny as it looks
all your fans already suck, you’d add no money to the books
it’d be a worse look for the dot than mook puffin’ on a foot
or t-rex gettin’ doggy-filtered, munchin’ on a bush!
now, you a legend, that’s a fact
but you get sensitive easily
no crying when they say i beat you
have a shred of some decency
he’ll feel the need to mention his success when he speak to me
to compensate him for his lack of winning anything recently!
but we ain’t trying to hear sh-t from a n-gg- old as you
about spin the mic and scribble jam in 1642
come to grips and know the truth
if i wanted to hear a battle rap history lesson, i’d call minnesota luke!
you insecure as a b-tch, and that’s yo’ mistake
he be sadder than rainbow princess with no hostess cakes
sadder than highcollide reflecting on his glory days
with his grind time t-tle t-shirt in a trophy case
and i know he cake, for real, i respect it, but listen
you’ll be next to sink like counter sp-ce, you step in my kitchen
and if this my special day, when the reception is finished
i’ll put the top-tier in the freezer like a wedding tradition
and speaking of traditions…you can’t beat spanish n-gg-s!
that’s a fact that need exposure
uno f-cked your b-tch
y’all ain’t battled, but he smoked ya
ph, storm, ‘tez, even illmaculate disowned ya
the only spic you beat is madness…and i’d clap him in a coma!
i’m strapped in!
you the ancient god of battles, the saurus?
i’ll put the desert bird to your head like you the statue of horus
i’ll decapitate, then cook him, hoping witty give me promo
when his head set over fire like the witty smitty logo!
the bars will f-ck him up, but i own the toy
the chopper go “tuh-tuh-tuh”: it make a harley noise
you a tag-team champion? calm your joy
i got an edge: i’ll take a liter from this hardy boy!
now you gon’ need a twist of fate, or triple h’s trainer
dead man in these bars like i’m in a cage with taker
and when he see the metal, he’ll be in a place of danger
’cause it ring inside his dome: that’s my elimination chamber!
and, aye, peter, son might be the best to ever play
but he’ll never be the same when i send him to the saints!
them random sports bars gon’ get you left in the chalk
when i toss the four outside like a intentional walk
but change the game
2014, we was thinking he’s heat
“mr. two times” ’cause you couldn’t get the three, pete
i’m not a new york pg, but i’m steppin’ to him
’til i’m seeing a chin dreading it like jeremy lin!
and god has a sense of humor, there’s no avoiding it
peter was the first pope ever, that’s what the story is
and you ain’t the chosen one
what really makes it glorious
is you of all people named after the face of holiness
but saurus pens a verse with extraordinary words
but that poet method’s boring when he’s forcing every third
the more you rap, the more you gettin’ murked
it’s ironically like untreated acne, how the saurus getting worse!
and you think you a writer now
well, let me ask you something, brown stripe
what good is it to out-write somebody who beats you outright?
if this was freestyle, i would win it off endurance
and if you wrote my rounds for me, i would win it off performance
suck a d-ck!
you have the online swagger of rage-quitter
the can will get lead off: i could use it as paint thinner
you rose to the top, back when you was roastin’ a lot
then traded it in for gun bars, and it lowered your stock
irony!
they said your jokes were corny, you came with a different feel
and now they say you corny for claiming you grippin’ steel
fresh prince intro
replay it, the sh-t is real
if i catch you spraying cans, i’m wavin’ the stick at will!
and you told illmac he went from a backpacker to clappin’ sh-t
then after you got back, you was askin’ him for the m-n-script!
whose man is this?
or, better yet, where’d you learn your parentin’?
you love to say you fathered a style, but you abandoned it!
and they asked about my slogan, if i’d say my sh-t
’cause the best way to not get slapped is have a face like his
but i don’t give a f-ck! i’ll just change right quick
and slap his face so hard my hand stays like this!
[-bends his fingers back and stretches out his palm-]

[round 1: the saurus]
alright, look
i dropped the ball at m-ssacre 3
my fans deserve better than that
’cause i been k!lling sh-t for as long…as the earth’s never been flat!
i’mma put a end to this cat
they told me lev was the champ
but to me? you look more like my welcomin’ mat!
so, let’s dead this sh-t
lev ain’t on my level of penmanship
son, i knew i’d pick you apart before i read the script
five-minute extra clip, joker with the pencil trick
put a hole in lev, no matter what type of lead you pick!
f-ck it! this gon’ be a long night for the up-and-comers!
cold body: you gettin’ frostbite like a motherf-cker!
but one uppercut will put you on ice
sh-t, i might be bipolar: i’ll be cookin’ all night!
homie, you took the wrong type of a battle this evenin’
i don’t like how you be saying you the champ, for a reason
’cause a statement like that doesn’t have any meaning
when he does non-t-tle matches vers’ every cat that can beat him!
so keep your beastmode t-tle
i’ll keep the t-tle of goat
or put your t-tle up, two-times ent-tled to both
you thought this was your big shot, but you the punchline of the joke
’cause it’s a shot for me…i’m on the other side of the scope!
what up, lev luthor?
i should’ve left you for dead sooner
this a nightmare, i’m sharp with the hands: that’s fred kreuger
battle rap, a bunch of spider man suits: they web shooters
no mercy: french tutor
torture rack: lex luger
let’s go!
rent’s due, homie: the landlord’s home
i’m here to catch a quick charge: you got a android phone?
wait, you the champ? you don’t wanna step in that war zone
i came to teach a crash course on how to sn-tch your throne
what’s crackin’, beastmode!?
i have the unlimited ammo cheat code
i’m a legend off the top: ricky “the dragon” steamboat
half-man, half-casino
cash machine, stacking c-notes
a one-rounder vers’ a flat-earther…that’s a 3-0!
f-ck b.o.b, ho!
it’s ’cause of you idiots the problem grows
even though the real flaws in those arguments all got exposed
but there’s a different reason lev believes it’s flat, and y’all should know
it’s ’cause he feels like he still lives in my shadow from across the globe!
stop lying through you teeth!
back to the future: once this guy gets up to speed, we can fire in the streets
say the earth is flat, get mike-tyson’d in the cheek
think the earth is flat, i’ll neil degr-sse tyson your beliefs!
i got no beef with questioning sh-t, my dude
we all do
but you got stepped on by the answer
who are you, tyronn lue?
another muppet who read the earth is flat, and -ssumed it’s all true?
d12 member: that burden of proof is on you
i’m not through baggin’ up!
maybe your views are backwards, bruh
maybe the earth is round, and everything from you’s just flat as f-ck!
but prove it’s flat!
i’ll pay for you to do a match with lux
and battle at the edge of flat earth: loser has to jump!
now that’s enough! i can’t stomach this longer
that t-tle belt looking to me like it’s a country to conquer
i’m the las vegas gunman, and you stuck at the concert
let’s see if he still thinks the earth’s flat when i show son the revolver!
now that is all…of my flat earth bars
i ain’t wanna use ’em anyways
it’s just so hard to name-flip lev, i tried for h-lla days
someone told him, “they’ll show lev a ridge”
or, “lift his soul from all the shots that lev’ll take”
and i was thinking to myself, “god d-mn…what else is lev to say?”
so, let’s just say, in every performance i’ve seen from him, lev’s the same
how many times you wanna get beat by the end boss before lev’ll change?
i’m catching wins from every dang direction: i’m a weather vane
and got a plug on them ki’s like memphis raines!
i’m settin’ flames to lev like the cover for end of days
with moves i learned in pai mei’s temple where i went to train
and that’s why we’re in separate lanes
’cause, motherf-cker, even when my settings change
i’m still in beast mode on every stage!

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