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urltv - t-top vs. holmzie da god كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: t_top]
t_top vers’ holmzie da god…aw, sh_t
this gotta be the most pointless event that we all did
as a member of the battle rap community, we’d rather step in some dog sh_t
ain’t n0body wanna see this battle, but god did
f_ck your baby moms and your mook angle!
it’s a ‘k and glock when i do flame you
and they both got kickback like horses, but i’m just too stable
in grade school, i had a 8_ball jacket, sat at the cool table
then my n_gga formed an 8_ball habit, it gave him mood changes
i’m too dangerous
i was always known as a class clown
i even told your honor, “only god can judge me”
and look where i’m at now
it’s a d_mn shame
stop lying about your d_mn gang
b_tch, you’re not evеn a loud (allowed): this a man cave!
y’all want that old t_top, right?
yeah, i’ll tеll y’all when i used to weigh the kilos
talk about that freebase and rio
but that’s somethin’ i gotta take wit’ ease, though
that’s like givin’ the dea a free throw
y’all all want me to talk about my money mitch days until i gotta face a rico
so i stopped talkin’ ‘bout drugs ‘cause y’all be snitchin’ to the higher_ups
they sound too close to the police like a firetruck
i’ll re_tire marquis in minutes: i got the midas touch!
but y’all wanted lite (light) work on holmz’ (homes)
well, now i’m wired up
f_ck holmzie da god!
i’ll send holmzie to god!
he ain’t jealous, just sittin’ across from envy like holmz’ c tha god!
if i scream, “good times!”, that just mean your father’s gonna die
then turn holmz’ (homes) to a deluxe apartment in the sky
d_mn, d_mn…d_mn it, your mother’s a c_nt
wayans bros.: i had my grams stuffed under the bus
and let marquis argue wit’ the .50
it ain’t got nothin’ to do wit’ $6,700 a month
[round 1: holmzie da god]
and that’s why i get to talkin’ ‘bout ‘caine (cain) so much, ‘cause i was able (abel)
wit’ the bullsh_t, too
we was really out here spinnin’ blocks, top, it’s like a dreidel
i put baking soda in fishscale
so as far as the purity, you really can’t affect it
really puttin’ somethin’ clean in the cut like antiseptic!
if i even felt like a n_gga tried me, he lost his life
‘cause disrespect, i can’t accept it
all i’m sayin’ is if he thought about it, sh_t was gon’ happen like he’d manifest it!
i prey on the n_ggas y’all pray to, but the god don’t do forgiveness
llc, escorp _ i’m with a lot of different business
y’all be thinkin’ i’m p_ssy ‘cause i’m depressed
here’s where the plot begin to thicken
nah, second time_
last time i was upset, i did go away to find my peace…
then came back and shot a n_gga wit’ it!
the glock’ll get to spittin’!
i don’t like to play around wit’ you chumps
k!ll you, then toss you in a landfill
i’m depressed, but your body gon’ be down in the dumps
they’re like, “holmzie ain’t have no intro”
nope. i was cookin’ from the start. why?
these 90_second rounds
i couldn’t waste a sentence, not even a (aye) verb
‘cause they ain’t book me for a long time
i’m supposed to believe that you know what a glock is about?
when you ain’t do sh_t but tuck tail when your man got socked in the mouth?
pillow_talker! you get on stage and let the gossip come out
he ain’t shootin’ lead, he superhead
everybody in this industry know what top is about!
prep made a bogus group text, and included both us, in fact
your angles is the same sh_t
‘cause i know it’s gonna be somethin’ fake whenever this ho n_gga chat
right now, i’m smokin’ a pack
and they gon’ show you what your life worth
ek did you filthy at banned, so i know you can’t handle lite (light) work
round
[t_top]
still got_ you still got time left

[round 2: t_top]
you right! you w_
you ready, jb?

[jb]
on my count!
3! 2!…

[t_top]
n_gga, you talkin’ ‘bout your step_pops had to beat you wit’ a 2×4
and wished your mother never had the kids
well, i’m glad he did…
b_tch, i’ll beat you wit’ a stick and remind you of what your daddy did
tragic sh_t
you sayin’ yo’ pockets fatter? that’s a lie
it ain’t gon’ matter when you die
they find holmz’ (homes) in the trunk like a treehouse
it all started wit’ a ladder on the side
don’t talk about my last matches!
how t_top was a nome body
yeah, that last b_tch tried to take me out
but this time, i caught a holm’ body (homebody)
the chrome firin’, or i got a bomb that i could detonate
they gotta make a gofundme for god: that’s a collection plate
if you gotta let your dezzi spray, don’t hesitate!
hold your weapon straight!
i’m just tryna pull a man outta holmz’ (homes) like section 8!
b_tch! b_tch! b_tch!
let’s set the record straight
i understand how you rollin’ with loud
but lemme catch that n_gga bonus around
he still owe me for pounds
if i see him, i’m throwin’ a bow!
and it’s all over a plate like golden corral!
a real trapper!
i’m a real trapper!
i told my b_tch to take my ki’s to the car
she came like, “bae, first i need the keys to the_”
you feel me!?
you’ll get shot in your face tho’
tell him “hasta luego”
ain’t a b_tch ‘try me’ since dej loaf
19, .45, like i’m robbin’ a stagecoach
i got two clips inside of the play clothes
and these b_tches peel (pill) together, like cosby and quaaludes!
b_tch! this is not for debate, tho
i’ll punch holmz’ in his mouth until all t__th come out
he gotta collect them one by one…
it’s the small things that count!
concrete
[arsonal]
what!? n_gga!

(_a bunch of battle rappers in attendance _ and url co_founder smack white _ start yelling t_top’s “b_tch!” ad_lib to voice their approval for t_top’s round_)

[arsonal]
let’s go! jersey, n_gga!

[t_top]
he from south jersey
don’t shout him out

[jb]
(_laughs_)
alright! on my count…
3!…2!…

[round 2: holmzie da god]
i’m from south jersey and can be out in carolina comfortable!
i don’t even need a glock wit’ me
b_tch, you are built terrible
you know what’ll happen if we box, bizzy?
he tried to run, but i chased him down wit’ a full schedule
you know…got bizzy (busy)
on second hand, the schedule just cleared up…knot bizzy (not busy)!
i’ll stomp bizzy ‘til it look like this sh_t was never fair!
this ass_whippin’ gon’ get mystical (mystikal)!
if you see me and the bear fightin’, you better help the bear!
i keep a shotgun for insurance, but the glizzy for static!
he tried to run down
you think you gon’ rush (h)ours!?
that’s cool…until we get bizzy (busy) in traffic
he tried to peel off in a bullsh_t car, ain’t realize the drop was stolen
i’m on his heels, though, in a h_llcat, comfortably: i’ll dr. scholl’s him
glock hangin’ out the window! i get to dumpin’ and cannot control it!
n_gga got away…
well, we gon’ spin the block like jenga…
and knock this whole sh_t down soon as top pull (topple) over!
i heard you got a haymaker deal
cannabis? that’s what’s up
it’s only gon’ get you robbed, player
‘cause y’all know what go perfectly with weed? top paper!
they like, “name flip after name flip…holmzie, will that sh_t stop!?”
nope, and you gon’ think i’m battling in a whole different language the way i flip top (fliptop)!
grip mops! you ever seen 30 sh_lls spittin’ out one glock?
well, i did, and i got faith in every single one of these bullets
so don’t be surprised when these b_tches come out on top
y’all talk street sh_t wit’ no receipts
n_ggas don’t know about no block sh_t!
my first encounter wit’ coke was parappa the rapper
just me, my dog, and a onion, learnin’ how to chop sh_t
i pop sh_t ‘cause i live it
you n_ggas don’t know what my business is
i done gave them crackers essays
on paper, i got, like, five sentences!
i’m wit’ this sh_t! i’ll be talkin’ ‘til the sun will go down!
you can’t even talk to me about hoes!
i get more b_tches than one of your rounds

[eazy the block captain]
1_1! is it 1_1?

[t_top]
no, it’s not!
no, it’s not! your man down, like, 20_love
i ain’t_ i’mma keep it funky! your man down, like, 20_love
and i love you, eazy!
i love him, i love you!
he’s down a 20_piece
it’s a 20_ball
(_holmzie chuckles at this back_and_forth_)
it’s a 20_ball

[jb]
on my count!

[t_top]
it’s a 20_ball!

[jb]
on my count!
on my count! (x2)
3!…2!…

[round 3: t_top]
i was reading matthew 27, and how god let the devil lock him up in a cage
i thought about how smack got yo’ career boxed in, and said “that’s one and the same.”
i mean, your daddy call you “marquis”, n_gga
when the f_ck did god get a government name?
i bet your mother’s ashamed
you won 25 thousand in a tournament, then nothin’ had changed
that sh_t ain’t even move you up in the ranks
ay, smack, you know what i think?
as the father of this culture, you shoulda let ‘em abort this b_tch
‘cause now he on some spoiled sh_t
you got your whole mid_tier class runnin’ around
i’m comin’ to k!ll all the kids
apparently that’s where they group holmz’ (homes), and i always had an orphan itch (orphanage)
yeah, i’m on you, b_tch!
i put my blood, sweat, and soul in this
i brought everything i had to this room _ i’m like a h__rder’s sh_t!
ay, who ordered this?
smack knew better than to call my phone
he was putin’ me in trailers before you was even mobile, holmz’ (homes)
you got a bird chest!
we ain’t never seen no b_tches ‘round holmz’!
a bird’s nest: all we see is sticks around holmz’ (homes)!
huh?…concrete, n_gga

[jb]
on my count…
3!…2!…

[round 3: holmzie da god]
this gotta be about status
‘cause as far as talent, you can’t do nothing wit’ me
you ‘bout to get beat wit’ no problem
i’m talkin’ ran by easy (eazy) like gutta city
you n_ggas’ street stories be fake
and y’all gon’ have to start bringing your documents up
i’m a jersey n_gga that left bordentown unharmed
it ain’t gon’ get no reaction, but ars’ and suge know that mean a lot where i’m from
(_camera quickly cuts to arsonal saying “that’s a fact”_)
now i ain’t glorifyin’ jail sh_t, ‘cause that was never the spot. cuz
but how we gon’ trust a n_gga that been rappin’ ‘bout drugs, on tv last ten years, and never been locked up?
you p_ssy!
if you made it to gen’ pop, you’d probably snitch soon as you seen who’s in it
he won’t even need a felony
probably a smaller case make t look different!
ay, smack! and beas’
why the f_ck you don’t be booking me like that?
‘cause n_ggas’ favorite answer is, “well, holmzie, we know you can rap, but all you gotta do is push the narrative. stir up_“
we supposed to be street n_ggas!
and i’m gettin’ penalized ‘cause i don’t know how to act!?
they startin’ to put entertainment over the essence, and that’s the problem
i ain’t even mad at you n_ggas…just fed up with you, like jeffrey dahmer
i really sent a b_tch on the road for 125 grand!
told her to make it hasty, no delay
i went to bed that night and dreamt of fish, ‘cause i knew i had a baby on the way!
after this, n_ggas gon’ have to give me the biggest bag they’ll ever get!
and you gon’ have to hold me in high regards!
i mean, the highest, top, like mount everest!
it’s evident, they gon’ be using this sh_t as evidence
i’m elegant, that’s why i’m who you taking this l against
i’ll sever this, saying the cause of death, it was severance
beretta spit _ dat! dat! dat! _ a speech impediment!
you’ll never get, someone telling you that you better than
sold crack riding my bike: that’s drug pedaling
(_holmzie gets time called on him_)
last era with gun bars, yo, we were selling it
white coke, three_ring_

[t_top]
your time went over (_cackles_)

- urltv

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