URLtv, Blik The Barbarian, Ty Pretty - Blik The Barbarian vs. Ty Pretty lyrics

Said, nigga, I ain't showin' no respect
None of y'all pose a threat
Last week, I rapped for Smack
And when he reacted
Nigga damn near broke his neck
It's time to get intact wit'
A real nigga spittin' facts
When these niggas rap, if
You ain't gettin' stabbed
You gettin' clapped
If you ain't got the knife
They gon' get the strap
First they sellin' dope
Then they pitchin' crack the shit is wack!
He like Cole from Martin
Always talkin' stupid, and every
Time you see him, it's different cap
But, you flippin' packs

And that sound good until that time come
See, I know - I used to make


White sales'til I was inside one
I put in mad work was quick to rumble
And prison just made the jab worse
Now I fight with passion
Michael Jackson, 'cause before you beat
Me to the white meat, i'mma black first
Peep my disposition
And rappin' in front of Smack is
What got me in this position
Where P tried to shake me up like, "It's
Gon' be a lot of niggas spittin'
And it's gon' be judged"
I'm like, "Is this nigga kiddin'!?"
I started to get offended
'cause ain't no competition!
And fuck a judge, 'cause last time
I was in front of one
I was gettin' sentenced!
I'm talkin' 20 years with 10 suspended
And I maxed out
Y'ALL niggas took the rap route!
And it sound good in a rap bout
But, I only respect real niggas
That live what they rap-
Bitch, you 'bout as ho as it gets
And I'm surely convinced
How the fans let him talk about totin'
A grip wit' coke on the strip
But criticize Bigg K for exposin' a snitch
I hate you niggas
And now y'all really got me upset
Never battled on the URL
And still I get acknowledged by vets
So while you tryin' to duplicate Nitty
Rappin' 'bout poppin' a TEC
Just ask Smack - bitch
You Can't Copy Respect i told y'all
I'mma make it hard for you to feel niggas
'Cause it's a difference between being a
Battle rapper and a real nigga

Before I was Blik, knife work
I ain't even let the semi spray
Nino Brown, blade in hand
"Ty, I never liked yo' Pretty ass anyway"
Floss hit me like, "Blik
You ready for the Crucibles?"
I said, "I am, truly"
He said, "Bro, you gotta put on a show"
I said, "Nigga
It's 'bout to be a damn movie"
'Cause you just drafted Michael
Jeffrey Jordan while
The world was focused on Sam Bowie
New hand toolie
Do I know how to use it? Well, I'm unsure
But, you best believe I'm 'bout
To figure it out see, I'm the Gun Lord
See, it all started out wit' one 4
Then I'm like, "I want more"

Looked down, I had gun drawn
Looked up, I had grips for the strip
Nigga, I was the neighborhood gun store
Loadin' the shells if you think they call me
Blik for battle rap, you don't know me well
On the block, i kept two arms cocked: Shang
Tsung wit' the ponytail
And I been nice at this rap
Shit - you can't deny facts
I was special, 'cause at 16
My brother Re-Rock was at Sing
Sing doin' five flat
He used to make me battle
Lifers on the phone, i'm talkin' live raps
Then he'd get back on the
Phone and be like, "Nigga
You just won me 20 soups and five macs!"
Facts!
Ain't nobody put money on his books, nigga!
I helped him survive that! Yo' time wastin'
9 raisin', or that M, K: Annihilation
Hit his wig, mind erasin'
This ratchet pretty with a shotsanaa Lathan
Broke-ass nigga ain't gettin' no money
You dime-shavin'
Even though I'm in Charlotte rap
Dumpin', back in Tampa, the trap jumpin'
Niggas prob'ly in line waitin'!
I turned a quarter to a half
In the kitchen swirlin' the glasslookin'
Like a wine tastin'! (Time! Time! Time)

Shut yo' dumb ass up!