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grind time now - eleagle vs. d-lor كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: eleagle]
everything i drop today’s provoking, i’m not for play or joking
i ain’t come all the way to oakland just for that cali bomber haze we’re smoking
i came to make you hate me more than when obama’s name is spoken, during supporters of john mccain is voting
you’ll be so embarr-ssed you can’t see these tapes like jump off, when all the tape was stolen
when you were in the belly, your momma’s legs was open
so i ripped off her lingerie i’m stroking on my long grenade and scr-t-m
f-cked that b-tch till i felt you kicking and screaming like will ferrell, as a soccer player coaching
and that’s why your jaw and face was broken
and you came out and you rap r-t-rded like you’re constipated choking
yo i came all the way, to where dr. dre is coasting
to tell you i have friends in the east that’ll fill you with more metal than the x-men monster named as logan
not to say you’re dope when, it’s really untrue
if you misconceived as mr. t, i pity the fool
your mother has more rappers on her, than a video shoot with the remix the a milli produced
i been to ya’ city it’s cute
but i was born in brooklyn, so i’ma tell you to gimme the loot like biggie would do
and shove my hand up in your honey like winnie the pooh

[round 1: d-lor]
homie, you better respect lor, you’re about to get your flesh torn
watch me open up my chest door, and export a missile like sektor
i’m battling, some average-rapping, half-latin, backpacking, swagger-jacking b-tch
who looks like, illmaculate
you can see him in new york, with a little hispanic chick, thinking she’s the baddest b-tch
come to find out, she’s really a man and sh-t
homie, you’ve just been tranny-tricked
there are people tryna bring new york back, you dismay and embarr-ss them
he was afraid of his heritage, so he changed his name to sound, native american
oh, i’m done? not even a, bald eagle would be as, endangered or rare as him
so, go ahead and channel your animal guide
even he’ll say you’re a f-ggot who needs to practice his battling rhymes
i got the heart of an african tribe
my forefathers would eat your ancestors alive
so it’s only right, tonight, you get cannibalized

[round 2: eleagle]
you’re not the best you sucker
i’m about to birth the revolution like malcolm x’s mother
i’ma have the condom stretched like flubber, when i have awesome s-x in covers
wit’ your momma’s breast and blubber
and her fat -ss makes her look like a hummer car wit’ extra b-mpers
it’s like f-cking kanye west discovered, consequence’s brother
but everything you drop is the opposite of gutter
yeah my pops was blessed to suffer, to be named the border-hopper fence and jumper
you wanna be on some racist sh-t? quit picking on me, i ain’t got cotton flesh you f-cker
so f-ck the fact i’m just a beaner, ’cause you suck at rap and bust it weaker
plus the fact you love when teachers, shoved a hand all up your keister
should be more than enough, for you to go back to being a puppet f-ggot cousin skeeter
but what you ain’t think i ain’t know about downward light, output ratio and luminous flux?
i know that ya’ name is like your career: who gives a f-ck?
are you stupid or what, your movement just sucks
and i ain’t talking about when you get, duked in the b-tt

[round 2: d-lor]
i think somebody needs to give a note to this f-ggot
when you use multisyllabics, they’re not supposed to be woefully average
you’re f-cking with one of the dopest at rapping
i’ll break ya’ spine into multiple fragments like the ultimo dragon
and n-body wants to hear this kid on wax
i heard this b-tch’s tracks, and i’m telling you, you don’t wanna listen to that hipster trash
you prissy–ss sissy f-g
go home, listen to simple plan, and start a f-cking christian band
and that’s why you don’t wanna see more lor in a rap
f-ck a gun, i’m like thor when i clap
i’ll put four in ya’ back, like a mortar attack, from the war in iraq
yeah, the iraq war, you rap poor, you little crack wh-r-
he’s the type to wear them old school pajamas, and take it in the trapdoor

[round 3: eleagle]
i think you’re done early son
i listen to rap, you’re all filler and no k!ller like sum 41
you really think those played used bars are gonna take you far?
you have a better chance rolling through in a busted-up fake used car
the way you’re rapping is awkward, i should hit you wit’ a jaze juce bar
’cause it’s guys that make you hard
you’re so h-m-s-xual, g-y jokes won’t even offend you and make you spar
i’d have to talk about how straight you are
so before you bet just pay me
if you think d-lor is best you’re crazy
’cause your record’s about to feature a big l like diamond d, lord finesse, and ag
aight peep yo, you think the illest rappers, come out the ‘villes of vaca?
your performance has as much presence, as whoville when the grinch was stealing santa
yo you already know that i’m the illest rapper
your grill will shatter when i spill it faster
youi ain’t k!lling me, wit’ your frisco cap
you’re a disco cat, and you like to listen to sisqo, that’s
mad g-y
you can’t rap way
i’m about to beat you, and you already know that you don’t have bars to say
yo i think that-

[round 3: d-lor]
i think the crowd, is as confused as me
to see a fake–ss illusion z, before he went through p-b-rty
homie, i’m a human beast
i’ll show up in ya’ lucid dreams while you snooze and sleep
and treat it like the most brutal scene from the movie scream
this is night of the living dead
it’s pitch-black out, but you won’t find me in infrared
he the type to see a spider at night start crying and p-ss his bed
and this guy is getting shred, you know i’m an animal god
i’ll damage ya’ jaw, with the mandible claw
yo, i come with the free rhymes
and judging by those sleeve size, and the shirt that says levi’s
i think he likes to get creampied, by a couple of teen guys
come on son, and you know that i’m sick, i’m rhyming for days
what i’m trying to explain
is that his girl could fit a heineken keg, up her v-g-n- and hide it for days

[round 4: eleagle]
you talk sh-t over the net, i think ya’ keyboard’s frail and i won’t receive your mail
plus you’re from the state where they mostly deport males
which is probably why your alb-m f-cking needs more sales
this crowd is watching d-lor fail, get hammered and be more nailed than f-cking eeyore’s tail
plus your cheap wh-r- smells like, beached [?] whales and seaport snails
and people in new york gon’ make you receive more sh-lls than shopping at sally’s seash-r- sale
i need deep words i guess, or deep verses stressed
and i’ma spit till there’s no motherf-cking street surface left
that way it won’t be a thing of east versus west
it’ll just be beast versus best, put a quicker beating on you than that heart that you keep in your chest
yo you f-ck vegetables, leave a cuc-mber sore
i seen videos of you of ’04, how long you gonna be a newcomer for?
i heard he was using that t-tle for two summers more
yo ’cause d-lor ain’t sh-t to me, you sound like hilary sw-nk
and battle me, i’ll give you the f-cking boot like italy’s shape
you look like a mix of will smith and hilary banks
my brain is like a gun bursting
i should win this f-cking battle just ’cause you’re zeale and phranchyze in one person

[round 4: d-lor]
you’re dead ‘eagle
it’s time to put you to bed, ‘eagle
watch my homies, run into ya’ house with the des’ eagle and make ya’ mom spread-eagle
this kid is making cl-ssics, watch me incinerate this f-ggot
eleagle, quit talking ’bout ya’ immigration status
you don’t wanna go up to me, ya’ flow sucks to me
you look like the men that lesbians wanna grow up to be
this ewok chump, ’bout to get z walk stomped
you wouldn’t be fly if i pumped up those reebok pumps
chump, don’t ever try to battle lor in a match
homie, it’ll be more than a wrap when i come back
then i’ll k!ll this guy, i got a million rhymes
i’ll shave ya’ hair till it looks like a brazilian line
come on, you think you k!lling guys? i’m k!lling guys
and that’s the way i do it because, i’m so ill i shine

- grind time now

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