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team backpack - bar fight™ - toxsikk vs axel leon كلمات الأغنية

[toxsikk verse 1]
this ain’t my verse altercation – this sh-t should prove
my knuckles digging for something ancient – not stick & move
i don’t sit confused
boy, i am too picky – i pick and choose
i pick his brain – like i just strung out his tennis shoes
hit the snooze – don’t wanna wake up – stay in your dreams
i be the realist astral projection you’ve never seen
i promise you couldn’t spit at the top if you catched it –
truthfully everything in my pocket is in my jeans
check it, a master k!ller – my methods contain the most
a chamber of my own nature – i just shook hands with a ghost
i’m supernatural – actually tangible by the host
so look over your clavicle if you yapping ’bout i ain’t close
have you noticed the pattern?
i’m stepping on every rapper
hitting them bar for bar – well, i basically built a ladder
i pull it up when i get there – that destination is saturn
’cause the ring that i’m after could fit around all that matters
[?], game four, i don’t play, no – i don’t play, no
how far will this violent brain go?
this’ that stained flow
i just spit that [?], though
this’ that (team backpack . net) off of your [?]
aim low
took a shot to the sky ’cause these rappers duckin’
you playing [?] – i take you back like benjamin b-tton
the loaf is all good till you put that sh-t in the oven
so i’m trying to get as hot with the prince
till i’m really buzzing
n-gga, what?

[axel leon intro]
wow, that n-gga nice, though
and he tall, hehe
i just wrote this bare with me ya’ll

look, check

[axel leon verse 1]
before rap it was crack – yeah, packs of the all white
now team backpack asked me to scr-p at the bar fight
my goal is [?] all night
and throw cubans at him like we – having cigar fights
she struck off the realness
she sucked me off before i tell her f-ck off
i feel me
don’t leave her – let it drown and p-ss it back
she could float ’cause her -ss is fat
i hid it in my old school – like cl-ssic rap
i’m so dope i wrap my cd’s in plastic wrap
you don’t got a chance even if you’ on acid rap
you don’t got a chance, you got community chest
shoot – i send back shots like a nudity text
i named my gun t – because it wants you to be next
i named my girl bronx – because she’s my soon to be ex
this’ that war going on outside – hoddie and k!lling sh-t
this’ that eminem practising in a mirror sh-t
this’ that call you out – pull your car – [?] sh-t
this’ that project park [?]
this’ that brown dope – not that two-toned sh-t
this’ that hardest survivor in a [?] kid
you’ fourth down at the [?]
you wouldn’t make it even if you go the whole nine yards
i could’ve did this sh-t the whole time
i lost my rap books – and found them sitting on a gold mine
bar after bar like a – man
yeah!

[toxsikk intro]
yooo
i slipped on my last sh-t
i’m not gonna do that this time
huh, yo

[toxsikk verse 2]
let me show the crowd [?] top
every bar must belong in the pen – i never wrote it down
i got you ocean bound – it’s getting deep
better hold on to your life line jacket
’cause you were supposed to drown
i snap [?]
i hustle martial arts – i put the crack on the block
my aftershot might just break off the [?]
’cause n0body gets the key till i’ve put my hands on the lock
oh boy, no sneaks i got something to prove, boy
i’m in the cut with all my dogs just sharpening chew toys
we the kids with guns – and this drum got ’em new noise
i’m dodging every punch – see, i train like a new floyd
off the stretch, show respect, i hate my ev’ry breath
me and the devil had to make a billion dollar bet
i couldn’t break a solar plex [?] chest
i [?] every right – just to see what’s left
not a sweat, uh – flawless victory
y’all artists history
you gon’ have to empty the bottle – it’s hard to stick with me
ay, my n-gga, ain’t no hard feelings
i’m only kidding
but i might just have the gut your kidney
to find the kid in me
i’m here to make a statement, jason
you couldn’t face it, get it?
just because you made a payment – don’t mean you made a living
i take every rappers’ favorite – and then i hang you with ’em
is some dead man waiting – and i just came to get him

[axel leon verse 2]
look, look
my name’s been slept on; they laid on it
k!lled this beat before the thought about what to say on it
[?] bandwagon
not bragging – but they on it
i wrote this right away – imagine spending a day on it
stay on it
i go off of [?] so they don’t let ’em – take shots
’cause i’ll get knocked and then escape with a fellow fellon
knock ’em out and play it off
i’ll shake ’em like: “h-llo, kevin, wake up! we cannot let them get this angle on channel 7”
i don’t keep my word – i break promises
still in awe – they like me
after i burn bridges and swim across – look
[?] soul of a warrior [?] warrior
[?] with a ball cap, b-ttoned jersey warrior
never knew these kevon looney f-cking alternate warriors
[?] ultimate warrior
this is [?] from the bottom to [?]
a bronx king sn-tching queens every time i walk through [?]
[?] eat a gloria – my ami, florida
that’s what i mean – four of ’em
thug life – notorious
that’s f-cking awesome – [?] f-cking a f-cking foursome
do it before some reason they thought i was [?]
rapping is just a mission – never had a pot to flip, though
now i got a pond to p-ss in
on the red they eat so much it make the guys ain’t come to listen
can’t see you really more honey – i showed the compet-tion
they say that bronx is different – and i’m from it

yeah, my bad, that sh-t is brand new, y’all
love y’all

kwg

- team backpack

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