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urltv - b. dot vs. emerson kennedy كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: b. dot]
ayo!
b. dot on url? well, it’s not a dream
what you heard is real
i’m one of the best in the game!
i mean, y’all all heard of the name and observed the sk!ll
i’m feeling like daylyt vs. mike p
it’s my time to shine ’cause i earned the deal
except i’m only licking the ground after the shot and his body drop to confirm the k!ll!
i snuck in a steel ruger
but still sharp with the hands: the real kreuger
aye, i read rum went to the east with fake j’s!
that’s backwards: it’ll be murder if i pull up with real shooters!
them piru-ers, and i got some crip n-gg-s in all blue, homie
as far as weapons, i got a few on me
aye, it was animated ’til i drew on him
with the long nose that i used to think was despicable…’til it grew on me!
aye, who want me?
they said a n-gg- named e.k., he the preacher type
well, don’t believe the hype
you had a whole video running through the streets
but running the streets get n-gg-s locked: that is not the key to life
you from utah!? i’m from pacoima!
we don’t even breathe alike!
for l’il homies in my hood, whacking out rival gangs is the way they learned to read and write!
my breathing right
i’m ’bout to lock on this n-gg- like cujo
he wanna switch sides and switch teams to sell tix?
aye, do what you do, bro!
just know the king don’t need a pg
i got no problem letting two go!
but you know!
url tricky: yeah, they lie to the true, bro!
tricked me into doing a pg
yeah, they clowned in a loophole
but it’s cool, though! give ’em kudos!
they -ssisting the new manute bol
thought they was throwing me a bounce p-ss
i turned this to a alley-oop, though!
you gotta shoot, bro!
bar code: a bunch of dirty n-gg-s from the group home
get beat ’til you’re black and blue: whip two tone
if i say we warrin’, g, i ain’t talking ’bout the n-gg- that put snoop on!
these bullets fly for cheap
i could make this count for the whole crew like it’s groupon!
“aye, b. dot, what you on!?”
well, you know how this crowd do it
this url! you gotta give ’em the same sh-t
you know, a bunch of “bow!” movements!
don’t tell me that sound stupid, a conscious brother holding a gun
i mean, in order to know where i’m at, don’t you n-gg-s gotta know where i’m from?
see, it wasn’t always about the “god raps”
you gotta go beyond that
in order to tell a vision, you gotta channel the inner wisdom, and look at the contrast!
i grew up bangin’, but changed my life in a big way
shout out to loso!
just know, though, i saved myself, i ain’t get saved
i grew up punching n-gg-s in the mouth for acting b-tch-made, and ain’t sh-t changed
you push that right b-tton, that steel slides out like a switchblade!
you ’bout to get sprayed
i mean, you right in the spot where your homies got you left out
i was searching the tube, lurking for views
scanning the bar code, and nothing really checked out!
diesel, what your rep ’bout?
my n-gg-s from family said you ’bout as good as a ghost
i mean, all you do is troll on facebook
now your name makes sense: diesel was only good in the post!
when i look at you both, nothing really scream y’all clappin’ in most cases
i mean, we can try and mask it
but when it come down to the action, bro and son just actin’ like ghostfaces
i mean, f-ck a scr-p! we can clap!
if you ain’t the homie, the lives is getting taken
but if the family feud, we’ll put up the tool
the arm can go behind the back before we get it shakin’!
but, for you, you get robbed
the homies shoot with no hesitation
and i’ll -ssist with the jack
son, we move in unison: rhythm nation!
i figured hatin’
so, i brought two straps for the situation
this a colt, and this’ll zip you up for all that tongue: two different paytons!
f-ck what we sayin’! he only telling truth ’bout a few things!
i mean, e lie, man, and all that giant talk’s gon’ get you is two rings!
he said he muslim? oh, i heard he muslim!?
that’s cool, king! well, i’m here to take what you got
you get robbed on your prayer rug
i heard what you’re making’s a lot
you gon’ be taking these shots, when hollow-tips tarnishin’ your fellowship parliament
every time you speak, we’ll applaud your sh-t
that just means you’ll get clapped for every word, like a ghetto chick arguin’!
i don’t care if allah with him!
i got three homies with me, rolling up
and each one got a .44 we clutch
so, that’s four .44’s, just in case hova wanna open up!
i throw it up, and let my k!llah bees swarm on him
feeling like a freak on a leash: i turn korn on him
putting these machines together, i transform on him
they saying he got tunnel vision, i blow the horn on him!
it’s music to my ears when n-gg-s get stretched out like accordions
according to the gossip, they said you’ll hop in an accord to get away from the shottas
but if we find ya, you’ll be in the street, fighting for your life!
you won’t believe how many arms we’ll have on e honda!
time!

[round 1: emerson kennedy]
that’s a cl-ssic first round!
and y’all wondering if e write as hard
maybe not…promise to god i will never have a street fighter bar!
i guarantee it!
b. dot, what are you in search of? little fame from this battle rap?
or do you truly require a change in your habitat?
’cause you an activist on this rapping sh-t, but how do you prioritize?
eliminating guns and illuminating guns in all those rounds that you glorify!
are you really reppin’ they word?
i don’t have no gun sh-t!
i don’t have no gun sh-t!
are you really reppin’ they word, or just reinforcing the negative lessons they’ve learned?
when your community ask for action, are you…too busy preppin’ for aye verb?
am i wrong, n-gg-!? say word!
’cause you making n-gg-s foreheads’ split
while your community losing lives to the same pump you threaten cortez with!?
n-gg-, what?!
that’s why yo’ conscience is irrelevant
if you just got a gun line for your benefit
that’s oversight, of trying to be a celebrity overnight
all we really hear is the violence through the end of it
n-gg-, hold on-!
catch up! catch up!
but i got a story to tell ’bout certain parts of my town
i grew up a screw-up, hypnotized by the cars and the sounds
and now i’m going…going…back to cali, just to take part of his crown
that didn’t even seem hot
i was on my b. dot: using b.i.g. words to make up for lack of bars in his rounds!!
n-gg-, hold on!
and y’all was starting to doubt him
traffic, and i wouldn’t play a part in this outcome?
i’m sorry, this ain’t for the west
it’s for the ancestors who never saw martin vs. malcolm!
n-gg-, hold on!
and the fans start to tout him
over at labg, they said there was something about him
before cortez on kotd, where he rapped three rounds of gun lines, with a little substance at the end
and this who you put faith in to have conscience coming from his pen?
vers’ danny, he spoke to the black queens
on just how far choosing the right man could take them
then, his next time in the ring
he sound like all them n-gg-s he warned y’all to stay away from!
and that’s why he-
facts! facts!
and that’s why he’s lost in the noise
cause that shows the cost of your choice
your wordplay sk!ll only got you a mermaid deal
career got legs but it lost you your voice!
n-gg-, hold on!
and that’s so blatant, and now b. dot raps so flagrant
you went from “stay truest” to ray lewis, b. dot, and that’s so raven
i mean, smack, why is it “support the black business” until it comes to his rap interest?
cause we’ve been building up black smack presence
while he’s kotd and dance sessions
shuckin’ and jivin’ for organik, showin’ how b. dot shoot
look brother, we supposed to eat organic, not watch him eat off you!
i’mma f-ck him up!
this is smack, right!? this ain’t kotd!
this ain’t kotd, this is smack, and i stay with this business
and that mind state was defenseless
you know not to trust crackers with k in the name of they business!
and i was ashamed when i witnessed
you lettin’ straps into your speech?
and this was after you had grabbed all the blacks that you could reach
how does an activist flip back to the tactics of the weak
while he’s practicing gun bars instead of “practice what your preach!?”
but he gon’ say, “but i’m not black, i’m just a geek.”
and i never have to prove that curve
but i thought whites calling me “n-gg-” and some n-gg-s from my right to even use that word
you can’t use what you used on verb
no fake threats just to hurt you
i’m glad his third eye open: i plan on swelling shut the first two!
n-gg- hold on!
but the aim’s not to attack you, the aim’s to adapt you
take his progression as a lesson b. dot, religion’s a vacc-m
i was reading math books while he’s arguing the book of matthew
telling christian’s that satan’s fake and now he’s f-ckin’ lookin’ at you!
charles i just want to ask you
what’s it like having a conscious community supportin’ your battles?
or all of los angeles in unity that’s ready to back you?
if that’s embellished it’s just cause i’m jealous cause they gon’ build b. dot a statue
and i don’t have a n-gg- to take a bullet for me cause all of them actually had to, n-gg- hold on!
i was that bad black kid, doin’ what the black masks did
p-ssin’ rocks in front and back of me: i was the original backpack kid
n-gg-, hold on!
n-gg- i come from the blocks where the cops plantin’ somethin’ in your spot
so the pg’s l.a. football: n-gg-, you get the charges whether you want them or not!
n-gg-, hold on!

[round 2: b. dot]
here we go again
a n-gg- get in front of me, get conscious and want to break me down, well we gotta go beyond that
you from utah, you the most white washed n-gg- on smack
but gettin’ back to the gangsta sh-t
i find out where the enemy stay and catch him while he pick up his dame
i mean they in the whip goin’ over the p-ss, you know she ask him about some distant exchange
well the texts is ’bout to take ’em both back down memory lane
with a head shot, baow!
oh nah sis’ in the back of the whip pickin’ kennedy’s brain
i get him with range, i know how to be a sprayer
no forensic files gettin’ left, your body gettin’ swept, the autopsy missin’ data
i’m a hit man tellin’ detectives to holla at me later
a clean marksman can aim at the target and get him caught by
puttin’ all these b-tchin’ in one spot like it’s how to be a player
with the new silencer
and with that thing on, you barely can hear a sound
with that rubber grip that stop the kickback like your parents came home early from out of town
look who i found
a f-ckin’ clown that’s half white half black, i’m guessin’ that pressure is heavy
wait, your brain tryin’ to rap, you’re trapped
between bein’ a college spoiled brat in a frat
or a young black strapped with a gat, pants saggin’ to the back
you’re tryin’ to blend in wit your raps
in every one of your rounds you attach a reference about one of your n-gg-s who claps
it’s always, “you know it’s one of my n-gg-s” that did this and did that
you’re commentatin’ on another player game but never give us your stats
you’re ’bout to collapse
don’t know if he was sober when he told ya but we can blame this on ‘gnac
he sent you on the attack
i’m on the defensive end
eh, nephew your uncle tom, brady ’bout to get sacked
and thanks to the patriot act i got the ip address to where the information is stacked
so if it’s all in your brain, i’ll send somebody anonymous to get your cranium hacked
n-gg- you back?
for what? we been sayin’ you wack
heard you had a vaca’ in iraq
the western conference been on the prowl but somehow you strayed from the pack
ended up way in the back
i mean way way in the back
thought he was royalty, jay with the raps
well t king dumb, come get faded to black
n-gg- you should be faded for that
tryin’ to piggyback off the movement
we had been bangin’ for that
now there’s a wide margin between us, i mean it
keyshia cole’s dentist couldn’t bring in the gap
i mean, what happened wit him?
when i got started in the west this was the cat to mention
you was a rappin’ henchmen but you been movin’ backwards since then
act indifferent, stagnant, trippin’
everything about the average written trash you spittin’ just lacks conviction
say you put on for the west but only put on your best when you think it’ll get smack’s attention
we just rappin’ different
i give a f-ck about another n-gg- name
you claim jay your idol, well create your own t-tle, don’t ride another n-gg- wave
n-gg- you went from a one off to a pg, you another n-gg-‘s slave
you got this backwards, this ain’t no pg, i did this off gp, i’m the one that’s gettin’ paid
n-gg- you’re gettin’ sprayed
watch how i aim the thing and flame your scene
i turn your world upside down my n-gg-
it’ll be nothin’ but ashes and you ain’t never seen stranger things
i’ll have the crew come through with the blade and things
go across your stomach and shave your spleen
the irony, that tellin’ a n-gg-, “aye! if you don’t wanna get cut then don’t make the team”
i’m amazing king
why swerve when i’m[?] on a three way street?
yeah we look at the chart we checked out your heart
i don’t wanna hear none of y’all murmur that ek, g
yeah they checked us at the door but we still got the burners through
cause we play keeps i had it in the sock
i got the flame near the foot like i’m on a 2k streak
this n-gg- weak
i don’t wanna hear no black panther speech
n-gg-, yo’ b-tch is white and you white-washed
where i’m from, we don’t add the bleach
i’ll f-ck you up
we can catch the fade til my knuckles bust
bet he buckle up, i pull out that tay roc blade
what the f-ck is up?
you get in a lucky punch? good f-ckin’ luck
you gettin’ f-ckin’ jumped, my n-gg-s will be waitin’ to jump in the middle of the swings like double dutch
what the f-ck is up?
aye! url is where the gangsta sh-t at
i don’t wanna hear all that conscious word today n-gg-

[round 2: emerson kennedy]
he doesn’t want me do panther bars cause i date a caucasian, you screamed that in my f-ckin’ face
well i date a white girl, you get a right curl, we both in the sunken place
n-gg- hold on!
he says i’m always sayin’ how it’s one of my n-gg-s who got the blammer
you right, and an og taught me never to admit that sh-t on camera
n-gg- hold on
that’s two of them thangs
i was carefully drafted in the new wave
just to conjure a new cl-ssic to the page
when they gave me the hope seller, felt like coach-lla
only time i’m not worried about traffic in l.a
you think you’ve mastered what to say?
so the conscious is thankin’ him
you don’t support black banks and them, so they won’t put me on the rank with him
but that means he’s a customer, i’m a hustler
y’all gon’ have to walk plank wit him
for trustin’ a n-gg- that sees hamilton more than one that sees franklins
and that’s why, and he’s bankin’ on the fact that it’s his knowledge i fear
you talkin’ selfies with books lodged to your ear
is b. dot’s first novel idea
boy i mix what you call illegal but still mournin’ for my people
i ran this check up on kg just to send the money to puerto rico
but i’m a man over a thug, right?
but tonight, it’s black african power
well, tonight, it’s another plan
i put a horse head in his bed spread the same shape as the motherland
n-gg- hold on
and i’m a man over a thug
raised by the scammers and the drugs
you ever tripped over your cell phone charger? my n-gg-s really ran up on the plug
boy forget about the bud, get your mind up out the club
i avoided pig but every meal i had to get up out the mud
and you ain’t [?] about the hub
cause new york got you stressin’
i got a w on that new york stage throwin’ w’s, n-gg- reppin’
i beat a brooklyn n-gg- in brooklyn, see that dawg ain’t up in you
cause i flew 6,000 miles to beat a n-gg- that could walk to the venue
and i stay that way
while you stay at bay
you can’t take flight on kennedy bein’ scared to land at jfk
n-gg- hold on
see you can’t master what is right, until you step out of cl-ss to set the fight
all those books you read can’t get you past this chapter in your life
see new york tells me they doubtin’ you
when i’m there i tell them i’m proud of you
cause on the east i hold him down, on the west i hold you accountable
n-gg- hold on
that’s cause i’m loyal to my soil, even when preparin’ for battle
do you believe in adam and eve?
n-gg-, then why you so scared of the apple?
and you had to! and b. dot had to to skip the proving ground
he was lettin’ the fame hurt you
don’t you know cuttin’ corners put you in that same circle?
what a shame? hurtful
come to grips with the truth
you’d rather sit on the roof than fight and sit with the troops
you never put mileage on your car, just to put chips on your tooth
you ain’t superman, you wonder woman, n-gg- ya whip tells the truth
hold on
boy, stop with the pride and only sendin’ shots from this side
goin’ to the east makes you a beast
only thing you provin’ is that you not gonna ride
i proved i won’t fold on the road and this is not the 405
b. dot the only fast track means you gotta have a little box in your drove
you know what i’m sayin’
that was crazy, i’m unbreakable, unfadeable
your fate? is replaceable
i’m erasin’ the fate of father to show my mom that i’m capable
you chasin’ a fade with saga just to have a debatable
you chase the fade with saga to show him who he’s been prayin’ to
i’m a god vs a facade who won’t put the ratchets down
y’all cheer him talkin’ ’bout blastin’ rounds
i’m only empowerin’ caps and gowns
see we had masters then i got my masters, i turned that back around
we was brought here on slave ships…look at me, i’m the captain now
they gon’ capture your rounds and turn it into a clip that goes viral
b. dot in ten years they gon’ capture my rounds and turn it into a bible!
this ain’t even a rival
they say the teachers incredible because of the reach on the pedestal and how he speak to the head of you
i never been a teacher’s pet, you see you leeches is terrible
go ahead and bring him an apple i’m just gon’ leave him a vegestable
and that’s how i achieve, what i achieve is incredible
where they find me at?
….is that time? no, this is the west, n-gg-, gimme my time to rap!
hold on
i was homeless in a hooptie: rusty pontiac
all hunger with no slumber, you know how your conscious act
when you skip sleepin’ for a weekend, you just stuck in the car and rap
what i’m sayin’ is: don’t talk that woke sh-t to a f-ckin’ insomniac
n-gg- the bomb is back!

[round 3: b. dot]
you know what though? ek, this ain’t even about compet-tion
look my n-gg- you charged with bein’ a slave to the url system
think of this as a film inquisition
i’m ’bout to give you a chance to make sure you don’t dance around these topics during your deposition
true or false: you flew to the east on your own cost
battled jerry wess then lost
was supposed to be the future, with the mask on
smokin’
but ended up bein’ regular jim carrey with it off
then you never got the call
that couldn’t happen to me i’m very much a boss
they didn’t want me to battle cor’
they said, “well make him give you the other half back”
lyin’, that’s a battle they couldn’t block
then they tried to change the pitch but i already scored six, sh-t i’m barry with the toss
against cali, you went off, but you still wasn’t on
i mean you battled yk in the bay they say you tried to stay a bit too long
i mean they told you when to go, stupid
ya dumb? they wasn’t playin’ you a song
this ain’t just about you there’s a few involved
west coast n-gg-s, what they do to y’all?
this ain’t food for thought
i mean it’s stickin’ to the plate just so they can say, “aye! y’all sleep on it we’ll get it off at the break of dawn.”
that’s when your brain gets washed
what’s what we came here for?
now you n-gg-s switchin’ ya ways while i’m still n.w.a
i’m sure y’all remember them days
imagine if eazy, dre or ren would’ve say “this l.a. sh-t ain’t gettin’ us paid. we need to switch up and change.”
nah, instead they paved the way, created lanes for all the sh-t that we say
ain’t nothin’ different today
we could’ve done the same thing with battle rap
instead y’all folded, let out-of-towners come in and promote it
now, we don’t even got a hand in that
we could’ve won l.a
by ourselves we could’ve got this done l.a
but y’all kept sayin’ we needed aids so they sent the n-gg- from michigan to come run la
this could’ve been magic
instead it’s url: traffic
tragic
but hold on to this, grasp it
this the closest y’all gon’ get to a west coast summer madness
then i’m p-ssed this
i’m just up here statin’ the facts
this is the cheapest i’ve ever been paid for a match
but i thank you for that
i ain’t like i’m some king on the throne
i just guess king of the dot treated me the same way y’all treated charron
you know a white boy with confederate flags wavin’ a mag is what you condone
but got me up here in front of this utah n-gg- talkin’ all this jazz
while my stock ten times better than his and he’s -ssisting malone?
“well, you know, charron, he skipped the pg’s cause he built his prestige as a rapper.”
“yeah on king of the dot, i thought this was the only league that matters.”
“oh you know with charron he got millions of views when we tallied up the amount.”
“yeah on king of the dot. i thought this was the only league that counts.”
what is this really about?
is this some ego thing cause y’all dealin’ with a n-gg- wit’ clout?
cause i led the league with the greatest perception without a p-ss from y’all cause i stuck to my routes?
oh i figured you out
i’m supposed to be happy to be on this stage, of course you smack
look, i support black business but black business gotta support you back
back in the pg’s just happy to be promoted
y’all notice he retired from battle rap, got rehired by smack but then demoted
you bogus
you up here sleep walkin’, losin’ focus
i’m swingin’ on you, left and right, you gettin’ clocked out of hypnosis
but let’s focus
on these money hungry league owners
beasley had a problem with diz’ sayin’ “n-gg-“…well that’s what he told us
but let’s expose this cause i was like “oh that’s wild”
i guess as long as you gettin’ money bagz you’ll allow a white boy to say “n-gg-” on your stage in front of an all black crowd
sh-t is foul
and y’all don’t see the manipulation
i mean your fans don’t ever say sh-t
look, i rock with roc but even look how they plan tay sh-t
they got him locked up caged in
can’t go to the other leagues and get the cheese, that don’t make sense
i mean, is he being rewarded
or is this the same trick that got us boarded on the slave ship from that european invasion
capitalism, they ain’t change it
the old master say, “you n-gg-s ain’t goin’ nowhere”
new masters say, “it only matters on this plantation.”
this is basic and y’all don’t even think to condemn it
yeah they tell you you a free slave until they hit you with that thirteenth ammendment
then your -ss stuck in prison lookin’ for a deacon or a pastor
look, i don’t know what’s worse, workin’ for the white man or workin’ for your black brother that think he your master
i’m just closin’ this chapter
ain’t no turnin’ back for me
i did this for loso, jimz and all of them that don’t have to do this after me
i mean, don’t lose your integrity lettin’ these n-gg-s lock you down
claimin’ the pg is the master key
i’m from the west, i’m only here to see dizaster tweek
ayo roc, i hope they paid you a lot my n-gg- cause la gas ain’t cheap
this is the west! we started gangsta rap, i’m gon’ need our thanks for that
yeah i know the east started rap, cool, we not claimin’ that
but if url is about gang bangin’ slangin’ crack and bangin’ straps
well then b-tch, la is where it should be stationed at!

[round 3: emerson kennedy]
if you had that big of a problem with smack….
why didn’t you start your black business and hit us with that grown talk?
he’s gon’ say, “i was busy. i was…it’s charron fault.”
hold on n-gg-, hold on
b. dot we got sh-t to work through and the aim is never to hurt you
but can we reverse to, your verse two angle, on that verb tangle
when you said some sh-t i took a little personal
how you said aye verb’s daddy struck his mama and that’s what changed his ident-ty
cause he was then raised by that single mama and that’s why the change in femininity
but what about the change in yo’ energy?
i mean, when did your tales of talkin’ get derailed so often?
when did domestic abuse become b. dot’s next best excuse to call a n-gg- frail and mock him?
when did callin’ verb “g-y” for two rounds just cause a female had taught him
outweigh the significance of a female raisin’ a n-gg- that’s not in jail or a coffin
cause i was single mother raised and i got memories of pops h-ttin’ on her
but when you downplay single mother’s success that’s you just sh-ttin’ on her
see you said verb got head rolls and finger snaps

[b. dot]
facts. he did

[emerson kennedy]
but that to me was kind of scary
cause that black woman stereotype is only used by fox news and tyler perry
and that’s why i’m kinda leery, and dissecting what you did
you preferred verb’s mom parasailing, n-gg-s shiftin’ through the crib
so when verb’s a little kid, he’s got father figures now
but they just f-ck moms and tuck arms so verb won’t put the trigger down
and now he’s grabbin’ weapons in adolescence and if that don’t put him in the ground
the fate he earns, the trait he learned from them and that’s to never stick around
and then that cycle starts over, and that night you became that promoter
when you went at verb’s weight and dismissed the weight that’s on his mother’s shoulders
see i don’t even know if he like knew you
but that made me wonder if b. dot truthful
cause sayin’ a female would raise a trans-parent made me see right through you
n-gg- hold on
see i’m not just teachin’ lessons
but you sayin’ females suggest the affection of a boy
it’s not toys, the biggest gift you give as a parent is just bein’ present
and that’s all that should matter
but your antiquated thoughts confuse the data
cause you only have the perspective of a male and no mom but that’s what causes the cancer
and you supposed to have the thoughts of a panther, but your words hold us back
see masculinity ain’t man’s destiny to shoot fades or hold a strap
it’s just being comfortable with who you are, but you drifted far from knowin’ that
see men treat all with respect but check n-gg-s who don’t show it back
don’t think i ain’t notice that
all that hate you was tellin’ him
i think it’s significant b. dot, can’t embrace what is feminine
so if you have a prescription to his diction just cause he speaks about race and the melanin
just remember, never trust a doctor who don’t like the taste of his own medicine
and that’s why i’m ahead of him
cause i know the [?] of a father
i prefer terrance have two parents, but i know that raisin’ is harder
i took care of my sis’ hurtin’ when moms was workin’ and couldn’t embrace one of her daughters
so bein’ raised by a woman didn’t make me woman, n-gg- it made me a father!
so hold on
it made me a father, i had to embrace what was harder
but you speakin’ on punk sh-t, your female fans should jump ship
for takin’ that angle on young kids
versus danny you told women who to date and who not to f-ck wit
i’m just tellin’ those women who looks down on him and who really up lifts
diesel brings his daughter to my crib
and we let her just draw, right?
we don’t talk gang sh-t, we watch our language cause he knows that’s how she’s best off
so similar to when these n-gg-s hop in each other’s battles
say one line to prevent loss
….
if something happens to diesel i pick up right where you left off
n-gg- and that’s facts
and that’s why you just lost
cause you tryin’ to walk that fine line of black activist/einstein
and using g-y angles from grind time
when lux said “yo’ pops ain’t no gangsta”, that one stayed on my mind
cause he said “he’s just another lost n-gg-” and i spent years tryin’ to find mine
but hold on, that’s just the luck of the stuck
and being in a rut as a mutt
maybe you’re right, i didn’t have a father to toughen me up
cause i get emotional when you insinuate that my mother’s a crutch
cause my mother raised a n-gg- that’s currently f-ckin’ you up!
n-gg- that’s right
and i know that this battle sh-t confuses you
but i’m a fan of b. dot cause i feel battle rap is in a jam
i was hopin’ he’d 3-0 me
i know to be the goat sometime you gotta be the sacrificial lamb
n-gg- hold on

- urltv

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