premier battles - loso vs. dialect كلمات الأغنية
[round 1: dialect]
you see, as a christian rapper, i know you’re expecting people to joke
but to me, it doesn’t matter whether you’re a muslim, christian, sikh, or a monk
i mean, all i know is that, my g watches me from above
so tonight, i’mma show bruv a different dialect, and believe me, i ain’t speakin’ in tongues
yeah, p-ssy, you must be mad if you think this clash would be easily won
i mean, this brother’s fully blessed
but i’mma still put him to the test like, “what would jesus have done?”
i mean, it’s funny you claim you’ve held guns ’cause everyone else does
but that sh-t, to me, just seems pretty dumb
’cause accepting the lord god as thy shepherd, doesn’t mean becoming one of the sheep you’re amongst!
but f-ck it!
if he wants heaters, then come
i don’t care if he’s grippin’ the stainless
he could have a sub in his home, and i’d still put it on lo’ (low) like a considerate neighbour
i mean, the fact he was given a gift by the saviour
only means i’mma give it back once i send this b-tch to his maker
i’ll have him shakin’ for minutes, thinkin’ he’s been slain in the spirit when he gets hit with a taser!
i mean, why would you come overseas for this heat?
this ain’t no trip to jamaica
i got my punches on lock
so unless this [?] come bob, then he’s gettin’ hit with a straightener
i mean, i love your p-ssion
but if i wanted to hear a p-ssy rappin’, i would’ve picked iggy azalea!
you’re lucky i never came with a blade
or you woulda got your face rearranged: that’s mr. potato
but look at him so [?], thinkin’ he’s greater!
one minute, actin’ aggressive
and the next, in the church, askin’ the pastor for blessings
and you see, it’s that lack of respect that gradually stopped me feelin’ lo’ (low) like an antidepressant
i mean, fam’, i’ve gotta give you daps for repentin’
but i’m still gonna ask you the question
what’s the point in pleading for mercy, when you just defeat the purpose with every clash that you step in?
and it’s funny, ‘cause you’ll get mad at every rapper that says it – you do
you’ll still come to every battle and chat about rappin’ and weapons
so that just shows to me you ain’t gettin’ the actual message
so just think, bro
for sh-t to hit home, sometimes you have to address it
so f-ck this spastic and his plastic aggression!
i’ve had enough of this b-tch!
he says, “nowhere in the bible does it say you can’t hold a gun in your grip.”
well, yeah, that’d make sense, loso, ‘cause back then, they didn’t f-ckin’ exist!
i mean, how dumb is this pr-ck?
i have no problem with the fact that his god is his weapon
but tonight, i’mma still control this body: that’s demonic possession!
you see, for my life, i’ve done a lot of reflectin’
see, you can’t judge me for not puttin’ god in a sentence
you just judge things at face value, and that’s why it’s easy to spot imperfections
so if it’s god you serve, i bet you’ll stop talkin’ ‘bout all of them glocks you burst
‘cause once you’re out here, spittin’ a gospel verse
you can come to these blocks and learn
that me and my n-ggas stay clappin’ like the pentecostal church!
[round 1: loso]
ayoooooo!
yoooooo!
i said, what up, di’?
how many times tonight you gon’ shoot that rifle?
none?
well, how many times tonight you gon’ use the bible?
look, but why don’t i just prove what i do?
every move insightful
and i came to bring hope to di’ (die) like i’m suicidal
i told shotty horroh it’s a contradiction if you sneak the reverend in
‘cause i talk with precision, but will do dialect worse than a speech impediment!
i’m better than everybody on that team!
oh, you ready, savage?
they said he average, but knows (nose) ring presence: lenny kravitz
not many have it, so get a cl-ssic
or di’ (die) in vain (vein): that’s a heavy addict!
what a deadly habit, to not ignore the fiction
but if i’m supposed to give this pro life, then why would i abort the mission?
well, let’s sort the difference!
tonight, try not to confuse your fanbase
he wanna hit me with the five, and then the pound: i knew the handshake
that’s why i came to lift (lyft) you up like your uber ran late
i -ssumed your mandate
oh, you shootin’ cans? wait…
the last time we saw dialect wit’ the tecs (texts) was google translate!
well, by now, you should know the lord is beautiful
and this man’ll cure (manicure) more than a broken cuticle
you see, my writings, i could sell ‘em (salem)
which (witch) trial you want? i know the crucible
bodying you for everyone to see: it’s an open funeral!
that’s why i make every letter count like a roman numeral!
aye, i’ve been settin’ trends to all those alive
but i’m more ryan reynolds
‘cause the dead pull (deadpool) from me – i inspire devils
the way i use a pen a cool (pinnacle) way will get you to a higher level!
oh, this guy’s a rebel!?
well, let him touch me
anything other than a handshake, and it’s over
i will throw dialect into the crowd!
what? i’m just tryin’ to translate to the culture!
now both of us know that if we get violent, then it’s wrong
they tell me dialect in the zone
if i see dialect, then it’s on
ain’t actions speak louder than words, right?
good, ‘cause these hands got a dialect of their own!
i want to talk to you, marcus, in a plethora of ways
here’s the first part
your career began with several battles that didn’t matter, probably the worst start
i mean, we saw you gettin’ bodied in this spot
we knew it from birth, marc’ (birthmark)
they figured if they gave you a legend with drive, then they’ll earn heart (dale earnhardt)!
but you gotta learn art!
how don’t you get the picture!?
this was designed for your following, dawg
i mean, it seems kinda sketch, but let me ill-strate how i model for y’all
i mean, when you a real artist, the stage is your canvas
look! i got ‘em in awe!
‘cause as soon as they penciled me in, they figured i was the draw!
boy, you not cool in the states!
who y’all boo in this place!?
man, you (u) been trash, and you kinda look like lukaku in the face!
but you know what’s crazy?
that i’m the striker that read (red) devils like to be united
funny – they wouldn’t stand wit’ me
didn’t think i was gonna cook ‘em
i had a plan wit’ me: don’t spit filler
midfielder: they knew i would get to brewin’ (de bruyne) once i landed in this man city!
and even though i am busy
i came all the way over here with charisma, punches, and a flow that’s cold
boy, i knew you was gon’ lose round 1
i just came here so you wouldn’t lose your soul!
[round 2: dialect]
second round in, and [?] is lookin’ to 3-0
but f-ck bein’ under-prepped
trust me whether i’m fully in beast mode
this a testament to my old sh-t, so why’s it contestin’ wit’ these flows?
and only will ya look like joseph…that tec’ll colour (technicolor) his dreamcoat!
you see, i’m a vet that’s hungry, i’ll eat loso
you’ll get a head concussion from these blows
but for you, i got a little extra somethin’ just because you pressed my b-ttons, like cheat codes!
you see, i guess god blessed another latino
because he left all of the thuggin’ like t-bone
but f-ck followin’ his steps!
i don’t need to check the bottom of his creps to look at this g soul (sole)
you see, to me, bro, you just talk like you walk a path of honesty
but if you were ordained, the church, they’d probably change your name to “pastor offering”
‘cause whether it’s preachin’ or gettin’ ps, all i know, this man’s been profiting (propheting)
i mean, honestly, me battlin’ you, it ain’t a privilege for a start
‘cause fair enough, you’re relevant in your country, but you got no significance in ours
i guess it’s that oversized ego that’s got him thinkin’ he’s a star
in this b-st-rd’s head, he’s an anorexic: you think you’re bigger than you are!
and that’s why i don’t like this spitter!
he tried changin’ his name, in hopes that it might make him bigger
he went to “@loso_official”
but tell me, if loso official, why’d ya get unverified on twitter?
but f-ck it, i’mma mind my business
tell me…what rhymes with “did it for jesus?”
christian extremist!
i mean, fam’, you’re in a christian gang, and i find that fact hilarious!
you call yourself “the four hors-m-n”
no wonder why man laugh and stare at ya!
but f-ck a. ward and th3 saga, fam’
i’ll slap the pair of ‘em
if i send this horseman to the sky, then i guess that would make man a sagittarian!
but i mean, callin’ yourself the “four hors-m-n” is a bit weird to me, mate
but who am i to judge? blud does work in mysterious ways!
you see, if i was to see him and his p-ssy ol’ boys trainin’ ‘round the ends
i’d stuff ‘em all in the boot, just so i could take ‘em to their death
the last thing you’ll see is bare (bear) arms in (and) the trunk, like you’re praying to ganesh!
i mean, basically bein’ friends wit’ your guys must be confusing and absurd
i mean, when you say to one of your homies, “come to the booth and bring a verse”
they have no f-cking clue whether you mean a studio or a church!
but enough of talkin’ loosely with the words!
‘cause as gruesome as this third is, i could’ve wrote three more
fair enough, i ain’t equipped with a gauge
but you can still watch this christian get sprayed like dior
f-ck it…time!
[round 2: loso]
i say, listen, marcus! behave!
let’s be honest, bruv…you ain’t really sparkin’ the .8
i mean, you should be in awe and amazed
‘cause you’re the first white battle rapper i get to stand across on this stage
i mean, yeah, i battled money bagz, and i don’t wanna harp on your race
but, brother, you’re white-white…i’m talkin’ starbucks at 8!
aye, y’all know his type, right!?
he likes to kiss the dog in the face
not really awesome at spades, garage in your place
boy, you are a cardigan away from being carlton banks!
bro, you are white!
trapped in a black man’s body!
i’m a little shook, my dude!
‘cause if i took a picture of you right now…and it was negative, it’d probably still look like you!
y’all know dialect at rap battle events, right?
he walks in, and it’s all thug rivalries, and mugs silently
then he gets home…and it’s trump, finally, and duck dynasty!
boy, you suck, honestly!
so let’s still keep it black and white how your career ain’t amountin’ to
n0body that’s a legend on this continent, ‘cause every battle, boy, you bound to lose
n0body cares how you do!
n0body wants to sound like you!
you’re not better than shotty, gemin1
you keep declinin’ views
you beat arkaic, but everybody knows that you robbed the dude
then we saw you get your soul chalked out, and that spoke volumes, too (volume 2)!
aye! i don’t got that problem, dude!
i could care less about my name, truly
or if anybody with fame knew me
you not the same, goofy!
you’d rather chase groupies
i’d rather build a church, school, then raise a bunch of kids i could train to be men of integrity
impacting my city is my main duty
i mean, manchester ain’t seen this many goals since wayne rooney!
what you gonna say to me!?
“loso, at least i don’t have all my eggs in a basket.”
well, let me give you some room for some help
make a mental note: always have more in stock than you do on your shelf
what do you do for the wealth!?
you don’t even get paid for your words and lines!
oh! but you got a battle league called “talk is cheap”
makes sense, since dialect ain’t worth a dime!
i’mma give you this hurt of mine, so that you can escape
ancestry.com: let’s get to the root of it, so that you can relate
i don’t need to be great if my god is amazed
‘cause i rap for your soul, and not for your praise
i had countless of ways
but i knew if the bible tell it, then i can help it
he’s gettin’ drug, so i can expand his mind: i’m psychedelic
wait, wait, wait, wait- you’re upset ‘cause of all these personals that i wrote on?
cool, then get your roll on
if you find me in the back, arms crossed, lookin’ so calm
hollow vs. john john: that’s a sign you gettin’ stole on!
hold on! loso- what’d you say?
“you’re a christian! you’re supposed to worship god!”
see, i was always told that if a snake tried to bite, then that serpent dies
i know it’s worth a try
dot mob member: he wanna murder (murda) guys!
he swung first, missed the (mr.) right: he the perfect guy!
let’s put the words aside, in a violent tone
i will break every single ligament inside your bones
place you in a sling – oh, now he wanna sigh and groan
but i did it in manchester, so at least that cast’ll feel (castlefield) right at home!
i know, i know! christian rappers shouldn’t get all violent, and i hear all that
i just wanted to use those couple bars to show the whole world how i feel every time i hear y’all rap…
now y’all rap
[round 3: dialect]
third round in, and i ain’t all stressed
’cause all they’ve done is given me cortez if he swore less!
see, your mouth’s pretty big for a n-gga with a small chest
i guess his faith got him thinkin’ that it’s all blessed
until this big ol’ left have him lookin’ like imhotep…crippled and his jaw stretched!
this little b-tch funny: he got me thinkin’ he dawn french
but hold on, wait
since he think he holdin’ weight
then it’s only right that i give him my core strength
you see…so f-ck loso
can you really flow, though?
’til a big stick lift a man like pogo
see, i did this for the fans like stone cold
but i like drama, so i could’ve no-showed
no joke, this a cold round: snow globe
see him gettin’ stuffed in the ground like goalposts
if i’m oh-so, and if loso don’t
wanna cut my flow, so, son, they like, “oh no!”
whose? whose? loso!
son back on the stage, i can tell by your face that you, you, don’t know!
i’m up in his face for the h-ll of it, aye, so you should go home!
i don’t care where man came up on the atlas from, ’cause ya still need practice, donny
if a man like god couldn’t say i didn’t catch this body!
you see, this punk knows he can’t test my music
and that’s why he’s out here seekin’ his own retribution
but i bet if i give him 4 ks, that’ll lay los’ (low) resolution
you see, i’m the type to tap toes quick
so as soon as a jab’s thrown, dip
or you’ll have a fist upside your head like an afro pick!
see, i rap cold sh-t
i’ll have him drawin’ first blood, on a rambo tip
‘cause for messin’ wit’ the boss, you’ll only end up in a box like django’s chick
you see, it’s like man’s moses, ‘cause i don’t need a slab of stone to scribble a hard written
so why’s he actin’ like i can’t k!ll him?
one stare for the lens, and i’ll put a crosshair on his head like the archbishop
i mean, you’ve been a good boy your whole life
so why’s it only now that you start sinnin’?
mind you, if i gave him two desert eagles, he’d probably take ’em on the ark with him!
i mean, fam’, i know you wanna make it to heaven
but just look at the way you’re dressin’!
you look like every hispanic gang member from 187!
you san andreas cholo-lookin’ motherf-cker!
why don’t you go home and suck your mother!?
you just hide from who you really are, like po-po that’s undercover
you see, all these blokes know that i’ll f-ckin’ slump ya
and if ya all brawl, then i’ll come and snuff ya
all they’ll see is a shank goin’ from me to you, and i’ll turn loso into a chuckle brother!
you see, i’m sick of battling these up-and-comers
‘cause all i do is make ‘em shine wit’ the pressure i put ‘em under
you see, i punch hard: knuckle-duster
got nut bars: oompa-loompa
all i know is loso will fall ‘cause di’ stays cold in the war like mother russia!
time!
[round 3: loso]
summer madness 8 was legendary in a huge way…
boy, i woulda thought you’d be the one representing for the u.k
what happened, marcus? look me in my face!
you’ve been a vet for how long, and let a rookie take yo’ place!?
well, that should’ve been you on the main stage, a battle for the throne
but soul and gemin1 showed that you don’t even matter in your home
then your flow convinced me why smack ain’t hit your phone
‘cause you ain’t oprah winfrey: you never channeled what you own (own)
i know, i always thought, “how in the world do you consistently get battles, dude?”
then i thought, “well, if my wife handled the bookings for these leagues, i could probably have ‘em, too!”
i’m after you and that mediocre success you let get to your head
we all listened to it
but we should’ve hit life alert, the moment we saw you fell victim to it
listen, stupid! they asked me for my opinion
i said, “he will bore you
don’t flop, kotd, premier – he never been loyal.”
boy, you always been a casualty (casual tee) – how informal
‘cause the levels i reach, you can’t, di’ (die): that’s immortal!
i got a gift for you! but you don’t respect the christian!
they couldn’t see i was the future comin’ like a premonition
they needed evidence on camera: this my deposition
you got drive? start it up!
i even wreck ignitions for my recognition!
aye, dialect! what’s left to mention!?
the fact that, if they gave you a top-tier with status, they’ll pummel you quick?
boy, i will ruin a name quicker than key & peele in that subst-tute skit
i wasn’t gonna do this!
but i figured, “you know what? if he’s tryin’ to feel it, then i had to write in braille
and since everything i touch is gold, i figured that this king might as (midas) well.”
called dial’ bluff, actin’ wild tough
i spoke to god last night! he said that you a liar, bruh!
y’all ain’t talked in how long? he want me to line him up
i could’ve gave bro h-ll, but now it’s aol, ‘cause i’mma send dial’ up (dial-up)
just so you could look him in his eyes, and question his wonderful purpose
only calling him when you got a problem – bro, this ain’t customer service!
didn’t you tell lu cipher, “the lord protects me?”
that’s what you were sayin’ to him, dude
now he’s battlin’ a christian, and all of a sudden, atheism rules
what a contradiction! you should’ve been quiet!
see, the bible is my weapon, double-edged, so when i hit giants
i’ll lay it next to him
i figured i’ll put god by the sword, since i live by it
all these kids quiet, and these dumb rivals!
thinkin’ they’ll become viral if they angle me for three rounds on how they debunked bibles
boy, for the record, i knew the tables would turn: i already spun vinyls
it’s time for him to get out of my shadow: i’m a sundial
then break dialect down without the subt-tles
boy, i see these thugs by you, and how they stand before ours
but tell me where you gon’ be at when they stand before god?
i already said i’m bringin’ charisma, punches, and a flow that’s cold
i knew you was gon’ lose all three battles – especially after that choke
but don’t worry, bro – you didn’t lose your soul
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