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urltv - yung griz vs. mr. biscuit lyrics

[round 1: yung griz]
i’m ‘bout to dump this colorado n_gga in the o_cean!
they gon’ find him gone
from the mountain to the pacific…y’all know what time i’m on
i’m in my zone
and this is my house, b_tch!
i’m ‘bout to put you on
see, this game is cutthroat
that’s why i cut throats
and when i make where you put your tie reek, he’ll (tyreek hill) know this my home
i ain’t come to play
and got some things to say
so let’s get into that
you have not put in enough work to have anything drop on the app
but these n_ggas still put you on and that’s why you feelin’ you that
i got this sh_t outta somebody’s trunk, and i had to scr_pe the serial back
the machine made this biscuit
i made my biscuit from scratch
you asked_

haaaah!
haaaah!

you asked for this!
the staff got a written plan to have you lit
know how i handle it? cannon lift
see, i’m on yo’ side…i got a stick to the man you script (m_n_script)
so play ya role
’cause for the next 20 minutes, i’m in control
it’s ’bout to get darker than navy blue
they brought me in to go (indigo)
if you die, you gone!
you pass? then you cut: that’s a give_and_go
nah! better play
stab biscuit: that’s a pick_and_roll (pick in roll)
wow!
the n_gga’s cannon so craaaazy
y’all ’bout to p_ss me off
only thing intricate about you is how you were able to get a spot in the crucible and trick it off
this a loss
you are not as hot as you think you are
this n_gga don’t even know he not smack for real
this a floss!
popeyes! biscuit! he gettin’ tired of the bars!
’til it’s biscuit on a shirt like, “i ate mine in the car.”
the only way you survive is if god hear a prayer
bow! the bullet hole forever gon’ need care
every time a breeze hit the wound, he knowin’ it’s there
i ain’t send the n_gga flyin’, but the n_gga still sore (soar) in the air
you not ready!
there ain’t a god. d_mn. thing! you could do wit’ me
and that’s true indeed
hit you wit’ these, and lean biscuit: they gluten_free!
season 2!
crucible season 2!

suppressor on it _ you finished, rookie!
hit biscuit wit’ a accent: it’s a british cookie!
revolver!
revolver…
guess what? revolver
i brought ’em all in
john cena: different straps, and they all spin
he ain’t even gon’ hear it go off while i’m clappin’ at him
(_tsoo, tsoo, tsoo_)
n_gga thought i was rappin’ at him!
it’s bar after bar, i’m chalkin’ you like that
in yo’ grill, i’m gon’ bark on you like that
don’t lose _ these n_ggas will for d_mn sure not market you like that
it’s yo’ turn…don’t let me talk to you like that
griz

[round 1: mr. biscuit]
hold it down!
listen, yung p_ss! the danger’s real!
any bar that you may reveal is a seatbelt on a airplane
you not as safe as they make you feel!
they told me “work my way up to better opps before makin’ skrill”
and since this one make ahat look washed, they asked me to waive (wave) the bill!
hold it down!
aaaaagggh!

aye, griz!
you know how many rappers i smoked talkin’ ’bout they squeeze the trig’?
now i gotta deal wit’ yung guns too (young guns ii)?
well, i don’t believe the (billy the) kid
in high school, i was ti_
now i gotta_
catch up!
you know how many rappers i smoked talkin’ ’bout they squeeze the trig’!?
now i gotta deal wit’ yung guns too (young guns ii)!?
well, i don’t believe the (billy the) kid!
in high school, i was timid!
i just wanted the drama over!
now i wanna be forever, yung (young): i learned a lot from hova!
knock him over
swing like a chicago cub: i learned a lot from sosa
they’ll find his face next to his calves: he learned a lot from yoga
on_site
in broad daylight (daylyt) like sp_wn’s wife
if you the one they callin’ sick, well, call in sick ’cause this a off night
i’m a walking contradiction wit’ these hands: this the wrong right
you will hear a “fatality”, “biscuit wins”, and a gong strike!
i wrote three rounds last week, and i ain’t practice ’em either
nah, i proofread 40 percent: that’s spanish tequila
i’ll pull up behind his pinto (pinta) like the santa maria
in a gigantic expedition like sacagawea!
i get you buzzin’_ n_gga!
play wit’ me!
what!?
crazy…
get him out my face!

i rolled up behind his pinto (pinta) like the santa maria
in a gigantic expedition like sacagawea!
i get you buzzin’, but fame ain’t gon’ get you nothin’
’cause i’ll pop out when you succeed like a distant cousin!
you think i’m scared you beat them!? you buggin’!
bro, this grandma crib
you just ate? well, let me fix you somethin’!
what you got, griz? a gun so big it make my team abort?
my last opp gun made a mall rise (’em all rise) like people’s court
if i get aggressive, you ain’t gon’ file nothin’ but a police report
you toddler_frail, you don’t cause no h_ll
you wouldn’t catch a hollow sh_ll at a beach resort
he first in line in my new mission
it’s not easy to surprise me
i’m first in line at the soup kitchen
i’mma beat him to the white meat!
likely! i’ll do yung grisly if he try me
special victims unit _ they gon’ send sergeant benson and ice_t!

(_the crowd in tacoma goes berserk after that bar and takes more than a minute to calm down_)

gather ’round, kids, like fat camp, and prepare for this lesson

(_just as the crowd had quieted down, this line gets them riled back up again_)

i can’t rap! they won’t let me rap!
hold it down! let me rap!

gather ’round, kids, like fat camp, and prepare for this lesson
i’m so crack in the building, the building will fail an inspection
i understand you think you raw, but you look delicate testin’ (delicatessen)
so the fact that i’m apparent (a parent) to you is never in question!
they call me “jupiter”, ’cause for many moons, i been the one giants fear (giant sphere)
it’s gon’ be a long night for you ’cause you’re a son…not a peer (sun not appear)
rappers would perish (wood parish) like catholic churches
that’s why none (nun) volunteer
i feel like spanish harlem: i’m the pro to call (protocol) when they wanna stunt y’all career!
time!
rap!

[round 2: yung griz]
nice round, n_gga

you ‘bout to rap a bunch of goofy, random wordplay…
tryin’ to show your intellect
i’mma rap a bunch of ignorant sh_t in your face
it’s all disrespect
i done seen 20_car pileups
the car in the middle? when you rap, that’s the one that we expect
‘cause you ain’t really doin’ anything wrong
you’re just…indirect (in da wreck)
a bunch of goofy wordplay made colorado hype this n_gga!
i f_ck wit’ colosseum
i’ll yoke you up by the collar _ i don’t like this n_gga!
i’m from the city_!
i’m from where they got palm trees!
you couldn’t get one of those in your city if you tried it
that’s why you not ready for the sh_t that i’m wit’
the levels i hit, the metal i grip
see, yo’ weather sucks, i brought a ladder
we talkin’ two different climates (climb it)
one in the chamber, that’s a full clip wit’ a extra round
standin’ up straight _ bow! _ ‘til i let him down
now he a limp biscuit (bizkit), and the bullets went all in together now! (n 2 gether now)
i’ll see you in h_ll!
pole up…
you one of them christian rappers
my bad…
we don’t wanna hear that bullsh_t tonight
you know how much a praise’ll (appraisal) cost you?
i wouldn’t try it if you value your life

nah, let them love it! let them love it!
we outside! let them love it!
we outside!

another god_fearin’ rapper makin’ money off of disrespect
don’t tell me religion is why you haven’t sold your soul to the devil yet
i mean, you clearly would do anything for fame
so if it would help you cross over, you would in a sec’ (wood intersect)

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