URLtv, Emerson Kennedy, Glueazy - Emerson Kennedy vs. Glueazy lyrics

I won’t fall for the jook
This one is all for the books
You shoulda popped years agosmack start
Wit’ the looks but today? The revenge
Trust dawg finna cook
A Utah Jazz nigga used to
Not gettin’ calls for the push
Bitch,  I’m darin’ him arrogance
Today,  stop my comparisons
You tired of these battles, Glu’? True
I share the narratives
‘Cause I’m fatigued, too- nigga
The difference is I’m wearin’ ‘em!
It’s soldier shit
Fold ya shit, left to leak him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like
Before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(swoo-swoo) Cut before he go:
That’s a severance package
Is Glu’ still shell dumpin’?
Career is stale from it
Like how do you say your grace knowin’
How far you fell from it?
It’s Hell from it, I bell-rung him
Glu’, what you cook is not as dope
Email on my phone: seei
Just push the envelope
I risk it all - bitch, get off
Lose and I get right back
These rounds worth triple his: I’m
Shootin’ from the Sprite rack
Assumin' he don't like that, but facts
His fall comin' don't ask to stall nothin'
The big axe is Paul Bunyan
Blood splatter from his bladder
Docs was all buggin'
Like, "We knew he was bold
But can't believe the gall of him"
Bitch, I’m bodyin’ all of ‘em!
Been wit’ the shit whenever
You switched ya clique to better, your stock
Then switched your feathers
Ain’t that prove you was defective
When the Goonies split forever?
‘Cause them niggas added Glu
(e) , then they couldn’t stick together!
Now you jokin’ in your rounds
Is how the fans bought him
Glu’, I don’t dance for ‘em
You laugh, I stand taller
True clown vs profound - Smack
This a bad offer
Put your mans in front of laughter
And it led to manslaughter!
Bitch, fuck if your cans brought up!
Yo’ gun, shit never mentioned
To kill Em’ Kennedy
That would be un-President-ed
(unprecedented) me? Steel never sing
But he? Skill never bring
There’s thousands on the lineso
E feel menacing it’s crazy one comma cause E
(kamikaze) to kill everything!
And ooh, I’m dumbin’ out!
The fools’ll run they mouth
You run amok, get tummy tucked
Remove your gut and pouch
You know you gotta turn to
Staples when the Glu (e) is runnin’ out!
I am sure that you spark lead!
War!? I’m a jarhead!
It’s Peter Parker turnin’ to Venomcatch this
Body on the dark Web you down 1, nigga

I swear to God, if I get robbed
Shit’ll never be the same
Y’all act like Emerson applyin’ somethin’
Special to this game
Bitch, my last name Driver -
I’m forever in my lane for years
You been on the bench like Luol Deng
One day, i’mma have to shoot a rapper
Just to prove I bang
When you become a battle boss
It’s like newfound fame
I’m taking care of him
Like Maryland, I gotta tear a pin (Terrapin)
Big blade, they gon’ pull that baby out
His gut like a Caesarean i’m scared for him
16 in the clip, we lettin’ eight go
You get half
Then your bitch take half: Jeff Bezos
Do the Math
Fuck all that Kee-Kee and I’ll shoot ya ass
Try to ride on us
And get five bucks like Uber Cash
Leg shot! Now there’s blood on
His pants like Superbad
I’mma body you, then go home and be Superdad!
How could Glu’ be mad? This is my tourney
Y’all witnessin’ my journey, to kill a rookie
I’ll steal this pussy like Ron Jeremy
I been straight
I’m nice, you can’t pretend I ain’t
But I been here - Smack
Done gave me 15 plates my pen too straight
I spit dope and went through cake
I’m everything you tryin’ to be, but Em’
You late (emulate)
I’m real special, too!
You’ll get killed when steel next to you
One can’ll make son dance
(Sundance) like a film festival
We bomb vets
Get his mom stretched like The Incredibles
‘Cause any beef
I turn Vegan Verbs to real vegetables!
I’m Glueaz’! The new breed wit’ two heaters
In the East
I’m a all-around beast like a zookeeper
I ain’t have an option
32 passin’ the rock like Magic Johnson
I mmmm… time, man

I never rap to find the gas
I know the fans is kinda mad
No "Bow! Bow!" or loud sounds -
I guess my conscious timing bad
But they even criticize the Jesus
Won’t let that define my path
Y’all even called Kobe "ball
Hog"until he finally passed
So I’m stickin’ to my roots
Let’s find out what’s inside ya
I don’t think they trust the riders
When they gave me Justin Driver
So I’m settin’ up my tee
They planted me wit’ fire
I think Smack was bein’ catty
(caddy) when he handed me the Driver
Let’s do it the fair way (fairway)
My town is fuckin’ broke
Cousin’s face was saggin’ down ‘til
He found some other hope
My aunt’s face did the same
Feel like I’m drownin’ in the boat
The reason I was golf-schemin’? ‘Cause
I’m down a couple strokes!
Boy, you raise a Black sonand
Think you kinda pure
Actually, it’s kind of scorched
Especially when this time is war
I’ll have your body rehabbing
Give your son a science tour
Like, "Kid, in order for Glu
(e) to work, it always needs time to cure"
I’m a felon on the run
Check the melanin I’m from
Never let a white boy scream in my face?
Bitch, I wanna tell that to yo’ son!
And I ain’t done! It’s too enticin’!
This scale he’s been invitin’
How you raisin’ a Black life to have
One just lower your white one!?
That yin and yang is beautiful!
I’m findin’ what is true!
House get a cold round when they
Put I in front of Glu’!
I am not the one to play!
You’ll get followed to your place
Now I’m mimicking the Glu
(e) that’s a copy and a paste!
You ain’t the father for the race
His skin just lacks traction
A good white father is still worse
Than a bad Black one!
That same skin is needed
Your presence barely changin’ him
You teachin’ him to trust same
Skin that I’m stranglin’!
Did I just hit the vein of him!?
Well, stay where you from
‘Cause this face you’ve become ain’t
The race he has won
I know y’all truly not related
But mistakes you have done
Get you shot, hands do-
Now you can relate to yo’ son!
Bitch, I’m talkin’ in that tone
Today is the Facts Zone
How yo’ son gon’ support his people
When his home ain’t Black-owned!?
And stop sayin’ you a cracker!
You playin’ it for laughter
But the guidance you applyin’ is
For your children comin’ after
So when you demean yourself for
Approval in front of rappers
It’s only teachin’ your son that he
A nigga in front of crackers
You don’t see how that’s movin’ backwards?
The plight is through and through
To your son
You’ll just become another white
That skews the truth
And my daddy was a junkie, son
So I’m fightin’ dude for you
Because that crack’d
(cracker) be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see this race angle!?
To you slaves, I’m state Django
This nigga down 20 i just saw Smack leave -
That nigga countin’ my money!
RAP, nigga! Rap! RAP!

Look, I hate to ruin yo’ plans
But until that 25 grand is in my hand
We ain’t friends
And I don’t care if you ever talk to me again
‘Cause you not better
This little way that you
Writin’ is not clever
Go to fight and get a knife
To your chest like Brock Lesnar
I’m top level
Barbecue dinner: the chop’ special
You a nobody, and I don’t play wit’
Nobody like Tom Sheppard! Where’s Reepah!?
Fuck y’all give me this geek for?
No matter who I battle tonight
I’m cookin’ either
‘Cause they the ones who thought
I wasn’t bustin’ my heater
Well, I fuckin’ Will, bitch: August Alsina!
I’m the best in this
Shouts to my city, you know I’m reppin’ it
Rappers gettin’ bagged and tagged
Like cop evidence
Big weapon, heavy metal: Led Zeppelin
Nice watch! I’ll take what you
Got: that’s Em’ Bezel-ment (embezzlement)!
Let’s rap! ‘Cause I know what I’m best at
I know when it’s just beefs
And I know when it’s just rap
You went to RBE and AHAT before SMACK
Bitch, you ain’t been holdin’ down the West
- you been holdin’ the West back
And that’s facts
Plus, I already killed the West
I battled Geechi back when Smack ain’t
Even stood in the middle yet!
I’m really blessed
In this art form, I’m part-God like Gilgamesh
Ho, I’m built for this
I’ll get you all torched
You ‘bout to get this work like Job Corps
I pull it
Bullets bouncin’ off shit like parkour!
I’m all for it send him straight through the
Wall like Hogwarts
I heard your verses - man, he
(Mannie) Fresh: Scott Storch i pop four!
I love gun bars, and I got more
So this one? Go city to city: we on tour
A lot of bloodshed
I don’t know when to chill
I watched my brother get buried -
I know when shit’s real
Steel tucked in my shirt like
I’m tryin’ to steal
For 25K, I’ll kill this mothafucka for real!
I be tryin’ to build
Focus on me and do the right thing
Got tired of watchin’ actors throw punches:
This ain’t a fight scene i should flip out
Shoot the class up: do the white thing
‘Cause I always wanted to buy me a
Strap: I had a pipe dream!
And that explains why they gon’
Say you a disgrace!
Second round - don’t let that white
Boy scream in your face

Aye, T Top! We gotta make a clause on where
‘Cause it’s truly far from fair
That nickname he hardly wears
Like, how does Tturn to Grizzlyand not
Pay me a cost to share
When bein’ the only nigga from my
City is the realcross to Bear?
Larkin flare! Darken hair!
Big opps, I can’t stand you
I learned how to grip potsso
I ain’t have to panhandle!
Good grief! Goddamn you!
Put him back, in alignment
It was crack, he was hidin’ when his racks
Was declinin’ ever stepped on the snow when
Yo’ trap wasn’t climbin’
And then re-stepped on it like
You trapped in The Shining!?
Big facts! You been lying!
That’s the stark symmetry
You called me a clown
Made me bark differently
This Hamburglar lookalike turned
Into my Arch-enemy! Now his head leak
Fam’ get bled weak
And they’ll reunite in Heaven, but for now
Ya dead meat (meet)!
Bitch, ain’t nothin’ you said street!
And I’m riskin’ my health
They askin’ who the tourney favorite
- I’m liftin’ my belt
The best tactic? Meth addict:
I am pickin’ myself!
The (rikky-rikky) - find help
You bringin’ in defenses
Trump-supportin’ nigga
Only singin’ for the mentions
Glu’, you fightin’ for a wall
Bitch, I’m swingin’ for the fences!
Big difference! Sig liftin’
Bitch trip, I bring fif’ in
All cap: it’s Meg Griffin
Ella Mai: I’m trip-trippin’
I’m winnin’, this instant
And you a small soldier
That run as a boss over
Shit went left like crossover
Laminate his death certificateneed me
To talk slower?
I threatened wit’ you that beforebut it
Was somethin’ you glossed over
Got colder, tres to witness
E’s outrageous writtens
I don’t really gun bar, but for racks
I’m raisin’ Biscuit's
Catch the apple of your eye
Be forced to blaze your missus
Is that boring you, Glu
(e)? Well, I’m tryna gauge your interests
Aftermath was Shady business!
Broad finna bleed!
What I’m airin’ left her barren (Barron)
Is that hard to conceive!?
The best bars in the league!
I should slide him if he talk!
But clauses in that contract
Signin’ if we fought
So presidential race: I’m abidin’
(Biden) by default i blacks in the zone
Tell Smack this the throne
These grown fools
I’m homeschooled: been in a class of my own
And these are gems I am givin’ you
Know what you listenin’ to
Today is the last time you
Had witnessed a mir- that’s a 30 clip

Look, how you pro-Black
But dye your hair blonde like you a girl?
Your daddy Black, your mama white
He got the best of both worlds
But you up here rappin’ for shock value
What, you askin’ for some drama?
So if there really was a race war
I hope your daddy kill ya mama!
What’s the problem?
I can’t fire back at these racists?
I gotta bite my tongue
And watch my statements?
Go home to my black son and try to explain it
Like the shit that’s he’s
Sayin’ is just entertainment!? Fuck that!
I’ll ruin every picture you paintin’
You put Glue in ya raps I
Put clip in a stainless
White boy from the hood
The way I live is dangerous
So if the culture cancels me
You gon' have to cancel
Your prior engagements
It's crazy, how you rap streets
That shit got us all in disbelief just rap
We don't wanna hear that bullshit Shareef
This SMACK, you diss me
After this can fight about it
Let's see what happens when we don't
Have time to write about it
I'm hype about it i'm packin' burst steel
If I'm goin' out, you comin' too
You're the third wheel