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Thanks, Mang.

 

-Teezy

Ugly, you picked the wrong person to mess with.

 

I dedicate this, to yo...

 

To all my friends, keepin y'all in health/Let's tell these freaking geeks to go wreck themselves

Cause it's cruel when you cause a lyrical condition/you ain't even that good, you should really listen

Yeah  listen close, to what I say/Because you could up in a roadside ditch one day

 

Hey!

 

You don't impress me with your sad little rap/over your mouth, just put a cap

You trippin' I'm flippin' while Grochi here is sippin'/his cup of delusional word rippin'

I take you all at once, wanna hate? Have a good time/y'all can't rap, you should really learn to rhyme

 

You call yourself a legend, I say you're a wannabe/you can't even bust a line, go and make it as a deputy

You use language from the past, that's just one that I do respect/otherwise just shut it, we both know you're not correct 

 

Oh, and let's not forget Durden/this whole time, he'd probably been turdin'

That's what his rap sounds like; he doesn't even have a beat/I come up and rip the stage and leave the crowd at the edge of their seat

 

I guess it's my turn

Let's see what I can do

It can't be that hard

To rap against you

 

Well:

I'm thinking you're trying a little bit too hard / Stretching skin over scars to hide who you are

Trust me, I was there once, and I'm there right now / But somehow I know there's a way out

 

Hey

 

I may not be the smartest or the best of the best / But in this contest, I will not rest, I will not

Quit this game that we're playing in / I cannot win by so small a margin

Look, I don't want to hurt you, but hey, it's not easy / When you're opening yourself up to these lines, it's a measley

Game to me, shame on you, you can't see / That all of this contest revolves around me

 

Now

If you're feeling scared

You can't back out now

I'm on a roll right here

 

Yo:

Is it so so hard to keep time, speak a rhyme / Stay in the limelight, shift on the dime?

Cause if it ain't for you, it is for me / I hold the key to the chamber of victory

It's a nice little chamber, ten feet by ten / And I've entered that room again and again

My only company my square-mile jubilee / I feel it coming again, the ecstasy

Because when I'm on my game, I can't lose / When I'm spinning the wheel, it keeps turning, what's new?

When I'm in the blank about any one line / Well, I never am, and I don't really wanna lie

 

Go cloak yourself with delusions of grandeur / Me, I only trust whatever is pure

And the purest is the surest of my repertoire of verses / Yours is sick, I can't hear it, cause I'm busy spitting curses

If the words don't work then you're long gone / If your words don't work, I've already won

So let's cut to the chase:

Your face

 

I win

 Let's pretend for a second like we're scared of you/like we don't have lyrics that are better than you. Just cause you talked yourself up, you don't really think you won/you can look right down the barrel of my loaded gun, boy

 

Win? This hasn't even started.

 

Because I know it's not easy/I'll play to your tune

I don't even need Teezy/to show you how soon

That I can beatcha to the ground/and I can smack you to floor

Thought you could diss me, right?/try a little more

It's not taking any effort/to truly play this game

We both know I'm the best of us/your answer backs are lame 

But soon you'll be facing/me and Tyler's wrath

Run and hide with ya mother/run back to your math

No rest for the weary/you should know that by now

When your eyes get teary/I can always knock you out

Just one punch to the forehead/it don't need to be hard

But you might get a little red/best be on your guard 

 

(beat gets faster)

 

Ever since you came/we forgot what this was about

This isn't even about the game no more/just lyrical bouts

This ain't no freestyle/this is a dog fight

 

If we don't stop now it could last all night.

Now, I'm kinda confused 'bout what you're sayin' / Are you tryin' to diss me? Right now, you're just layin'

Some paint over concrete; it can't hide all the flaws / Your building's gonna crumble, everyone staring in awe

 

Insults and comebacks aren't the same thing / If you're coming back, you'd better know how to sing

Cause you're a bird in a cage wrought by your own narrow vision / Your lyrics fighting each other in an all-out schism

Go ahead, counter my words, it should only take a minute / Unless you didn't think I would be in this to win it

Yes, I did it, I said it, and I don't even regret it / I'm sailing free, sailing wide, you can't escape my vengeance

Like Henuai in the lion's den, your words will never work again / If you never realize that you're the one we want to hurt, and

I'm trying to make this clear to you: your words, my axe can slice through / I can't keep being nice to you; I'm a Skakdi, it's in my blood

 

Back away when we're raiding, you never want to be / Between a rock, a hard place, a Turaga, and me

I hear you talking like you're one of the best/but your lyric's gettin' strained, you just need a little rest

So I heard you can write, but it's all about the fantasy/so's what you're sayin' 'bout my lyrics, really

I stand firm on the hard place/I throw the rock at you

Oh look!/it struck you in the head right out of the blue

 

Oh, I get this, Raknar's just a brute/He can't see past the mast of his own little world. Cute.

Oh boy, he's tryin' to 'tack the old farts, better bring a shield/even those grandpas could smack him right off the field

 

Give 'em what for, Teezy.

Yo, guys, sorry, I just had to get back from the - whoa, wait, the what for? A'ight.

 

Weak lyricists ask for firing squads/after I shame them

Like Tillian's sex appeal/there's more where that came from

What's that I hear?/I think it's a Skakdi tryna hammer

But all this sailor's looking like/is a third-rate Andy Samberg

 

What's that? You're on a boat, take a look at you?

I can take your ship, drown your crew/and snap your little toy in two

Raknar's Fist?/I'll rip it up like a paper plate

And your Skakdi blood?/I'll ingest it like a slice of cake

Who knows/it might even give me superpowers

Like the ability to turn/a good rapper's battle sour

(Veira)

 

What's wrong? Never heard a chick rap? The way you're talking I'm not surprised you can't get a clue.

 

(Superfast beat)

 

I heard you beat a Rahkshi/well I held off six

No I didn't kill 'em/but I showed 'em a blitz

You value power so much/I'd trade it for Nuju's wits 

Also, what's up with this?

You act different on the hour/what, are you a schist?

 

Got yourself a girlfriend/got a tattoo on her arm

Impulsiveness/repulsiveness/she'll probly do you harm

Surprised you ever got her/I just don't see the charm

When she gets an MB urge/you'd best be on alarm

She starts moving pretty fast/and I hope you're up in arms!

 

 

"What is this I don't even"