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rap grid – t-top vs. daylyt كلمات اغاني

[round 1: daylyt]
a fan walked up to me and said, “daylyt, you done had some very good battles and some very bad battles.”
and for that reason the culture has split his demand
sh_t made me think of all the times boo boo’d on the stage…and that’s when sh_t hit the fan
i created a plan
a plot, a crockpot to stop top eatin’ watch the shot clock
try it now, die it (diet) down, don’t fear the youth cause you finna fast
yeah top’s steamin’ but i also sound trained for this occasion i’m here to chew you (choo choo) in half
i need every scr_pe, i don’t share the plate
i’ll let my gut talk to him, that’s a belly ache
day’s seasoned for this type of beef, let that marinate
pull out the chrome package and cook whoever’s at the top rhymin’ (ramen), these new dudes (noodles) get boiled
that’s when the pot get bigger
y’all said he ball, i said he’s spaghetti sauce
i told you i shall (sh_ll) be ready for these impostor (in pasta) n_ggas
but brodie be snappin’
i owe d to snap his
go to your captain, tell him lord of action
i’m just showin’ y’all the inside of top p_ssy, that explains why y’all over (ovary) reactin’
but why would these new cats doubt he_man?
i’ll let out demons
you come to my house with the drama, you walkin’ out bleedin’
he said we “scary”, stop it
think mary poppins, n_gga e’rybody in the house singin’
that’s god noise
i could’ve used the .357 for my choice
but since you came to my house actin’ like a b_tch n_gga
it’s only right that i use the tom’ boy
but this was your agreement
to assure that he win
now the floor what he in
the four’s is squeemin’
i’ll let somethin’ old and black talk to him, it ain’t morgan freeman
the morgue is free man
don’t ask me now or again or your organs will be oregon freezin’
it’s ironic how they said my buzz left but today they sure believin’ (be leaving)
me whippin’ yo’ b_tch ass
get ripped fast
quick ask
the big stash
i get cash
quick fast
n_gga sonic couldn’t ball this fast
i told y’all i would cook this n_gga
they thought i was bluffin’ at first
until they seen the way bro jots
stovetop couldn’t put this stuff in the verse
this is about respect
anything that come out of this p_ssy lips, we gonna mouth reject
i pull out the tecs
his family was screamin’, “a box ain’t cool.”
then everybody in the house arrest (house’ll rest)
but i k!ll cats gory
you want them to know your past? you that worried?
i’ll push you off seven stories, you’ll land on your back, now you got a back story
i would fire on this b_tch to show that i carry h_ll
they say he would get light but(t) that was the fairy tale (tail)
another tale from these folks, lord
it’s quill, i k!ll n_ggas with low scores
you thought this battle was gonna help you get booked
word? bro, sure (brochure)
poke your chest out and end up with an engraved heart
last n_gga that poked his chest out got poked that’s the in grave part
y’all clowns ask for our rounds but i ain’t here to trade mark (trademark)
i’m headed to be an individual, like where the brain start
i’ll let k’s spark
the last n_gga i called “a homie” he raised bark
braveheart, you couldn’t heal up this hole with a cave start
we’ll be gunnin’ down and crouchin’
split his onion down for doubtin’
if a n_gga do try to heal (hill) up, he’ll be comin’ down the mountain
i stab n_ggas
if i let it pop it won’t be ya dad n_gga
i’m dab n_gga
i’m armed to face whatever like a dad n_gga
don’t dab n_gga
what’s in my hand will peel like a scab n_gga
i scab n_ggas
five to his face and this ain’t a slap n_gga
i’ll slap n_ggas
armed with two big sh_lls if you think i’m a crab n_gga
laugh n_gga
thought i was a joke, end up in a bag n_gga
i’m mad n_gga
put his life down like a sad n_gga
get mad n_gga
lift his life up like a mad n_gga
don’t fight right
i’m nice nice
what’s the price price?
i bite bite
this is y’all great? i’ma prove god fake
they spit the zeitgeist
dude the christ height
you wanna know what happen to n_ggas when they fight light?
see these two hors_m_n in shining armor, n_gga go (k)night, (k)night
i can talk some street sh_t too
since i’m battlin’ in the street n_gga i can finally talk about them days when i was in the kitchen whippin’ the pyrex
hit my dot mobb connect
like, “you know the code 17_5” send me the pie, rex
i was in the bando smellin’ like embalming fluid
they call me “the funkmaster” but let a fiend try to flex
i split ’em from ear to ear
it look like food coloring comin’ under his chin
then ask the rest of the fiends, “who wanna die (dye) next?”
you know the f_ckin’ slogan, five minutes the cat’s so real
y’all know the rest of the slogan
to the batmobile

[round 1: t_top]
i said carolina, this is my opening verse
like f_ck a casket, throw this b_st_rd in the back and just close the he_rs_
now i ain’t come here to make the crowd go berserk
i came here just to show y’all work
(now let me put it in)
t_top versus daylyt
we got the n_gga that believe in y’all
versus the n_gga that be leavin’ y’all
he make you buy a ticket to see him and he don’t even be seein’ y’all
i guess this is what it comes to
to tell you the truth bruh, i didn’t even write sh_t for this battle
cause i didn’t think you was gon’ come today
but since you here, sh_t i hope you ain’t come to play
cause i could’ve had fun today
sh_t, i ain’t need this f_ckin’ pay
i left the crib with a bag on me like the runaway
in other words, i’ve been eatin’ my n_gga
well feel my hunger pains
from days we had balled up bread until my mother came
anything to catch my prey, i played them huntin’ games
my brother lame cause he ain’t wanna go and make this f_ckin’ change
i told these new jacks, “i’m different”
but they ain’t understand
am i my brother’s keeper? sure, come get these 100 grams
and as soon as i see g money i’m ’bout to up the can’
he nervous, stuttering like the gunner man
we in carolina my n_gga, i got the upper hand
but i’m no sucka fam’, i ain’t gon’ let these n_ggas jump you man
but we don’t know ya soldier like that, so we’ll jump ya man
return him in a box with a flag like we uncle sam
you understand?
man, i ain’t got time to watch the money that daylyt makin’
but he can’t run time back, i hope daylyt (daylight) saving
you switch rap crews? i give a f_ck about what daylyt claimin’
just know i’ll put your son (sun) down if daylyt (daylight) changin’
what he bangin’?
grape street?
well i’ll get a banana clip and make a true classic
slice apples then stack up grapes, let’s make a fruit salad
his girl like, “where t_top?”
“b_tch who’s askin’?”
i was ’bout to start tool clappin’
but i forgot i had to headline like a news caption
i know n_ggas that got beat from the pops, a few jacksons
scope on ’em, my career based on a long shot like the new madden
it’s no doubt when them tools clappin’
he bounce with his crew gaspin’
irma in las vegas, it’s ’bout to get too tragic
they like, “top, stop rappin’ ’bout drugs.”
why?
when i spit it with true passion
plus they ain’t felt lines this dope since blue magic
n_gga, my crew savage, i’m with nothin’ but rude b_st_rds
makin’ plays in ya trap, that mean we run and gun for two baskets
either or, it come down to who need it more
and reason bul claim that he g_y is cause his ego sore
i’ll let a bird fly, right through day’, the eagle soar
knock his t__th off ’til he ain’t able to eat no more
b_tch in other words, he can’t conceal the rebel
he gon’ feel the metal
i’m bringin’ so much smoke in ya crib the ceilin’ yellow
you feel me king?
well if not then you gotta k!ll me king
cause i come from a trap that remind you of a ‘thriller’ scene
a million fiends
i was dealin’ weed and dealin’ clean
that’s two different flavors, i had chocolate and vanilla bean
b_tch!
while you was out paintin’ ya face, b_tch i was sellin’ dreams
tellin’ fiends, “you could reach the top if you dealt with me.”
you get it?
let’s switch it
imagine your son comin’ home from gettin’ punched in the face
or your girl ain’t caught her rag in a month and some change
what if you zippin’ and your jimmy get stuck in the way
and i’m just thinkin’ of some sh_t that could f_ck up your day’
b_tch, i still be havin’ jooks pullin’ up to my mama house
she say i’m dumb cause i still make plays when the cops around
they look for dealers, not smokers, so i done conned ’em out
no, the condom out, that’s the magnum
all my workers look like fiends for just a waffle house
watch ya mouth
i’ll give you advice, if it’s something you want to take
fine we can celebrate after this and have a great time
there’s a few bloods in the building, so i would skate wide
cause if you bring that grape sh_t up here and they gon’ make wine
the stakes high, i got my career on the line
this take time
i done put some years on the grind
these fake guys, lookin’ kinda weird when they lie
and the way i wanna split a n_gga onion, it almost brings tears to my eyes
like how you be walkin’ round with weave in ya hair?
what’s up with that?
i approached him like, “that’s not gangsta, it’s f_ckin’ wack.”
he was yellin’, sh_t i started clutchin’ on the straps
smith & wesson, i bet day’ tone’ll (daytona) change if i put the 500 on his tracks
where we at?
i tell him, “get back or get b_tch slapped.”
this n_gga charmin, inf’ beam, do anything that hit the target
crouch down, syndrome, this sh_t r_t_rded
f_ck the burner, b_tch on cam’ like mr. marcus
my clique the hardest, i’m with nothin’ but cold n_ggas
k!ll you and say nothin’ we keepin’ the code with it
revolver, i’m still outside with the chrome spinnin’
on ya block, waitin’ on ya shot, i’m goal tendin’
i’ll let the smith bust through your block, you no emmitt
or get your face beat to death like the old emmett
till, your sister become a star in my hoe business
take your brother life, then you’ll see (c) murder, it’s no limit
i told n_ggas, i’m cold wit’ it, leave fo’ victims
i’m style is to go to trial with no witness
30 clip, inf’ beam, they so with it
bald head, dum(b) dum(b) like tommy and cole visit
i know n_ggas cause we had just hit a l!ck
we had some big sh_t up on us
whoda drive slow, that n_gga let the pigs get up on us
they put our patna in a room, that n_gga snitched all up on us
it’s crazy they made day’ break and we ain’t leave ’til ’bout six in the mornin’
i thought cali n_ggas sold drugs, but he not holdin’
get in the ring and rip top, pssst, he not hogan
i set him on fire, i really leave his [?] smokin’
so when they say, “that’s light (lyt)”, it ain’t gon’ be roc’s slogan
that’s light
the only reason i battled this f_g/dyk_ is cause the bag right
even though it ain’t even half of what i spent last night
i’m past fights, i’ma pull up with the long nose
we all heard this record, we all know how the song go
i pass it to you, and if you don’t use it pr_nto
you get smoked for not havin’ no guts, you fronto
where your squad go?
that’s cool, i’m dumpin’ at his men
he a beast on stage, but you a punk at the event
the whole world know that you g_y, you gets nothin’ after this
just tell ’em the bear k!lled him
(a hunting accident!)
concrete

- rap grid

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