URLtv, Gunpowder Patt, Don Marino - Gunpowder Patt vs. Don Marino lyrics

It’s niggas like you that’s in my way
Of getting to the top spot
When you funny with performance
They think your pen ain’t top notch
I came with all bars, no jokes
Since y’all think I am not hot
ATL, y’all ready? Nigga, knock-knock
Ask me who’s there! (Who’s there?)
The whole family: wife, daughter, son, nigga
Off being humble, give you a chance to-

Run, nigga

You just gotta be gone by the count of-

One, nigga!

ONE, NIGGA! I said, after this battle
He gon’ be thinkin’ shit fine
Little do he know
I got all my niggas waitin’ outside


Squirtin’ Blood
Had the whole gang chasin’ the Don
Four stones on ya back like an Asian massage!
The shit I walk wit’ is lethal
Spark, it’ll lean you
Eliza Thornberry: nigga
You can talk to this Eagle!
So, are you really tryna war
With this Jurassic Park carnivore?
Extension, wipe him off the Earth
This nigga Don’ll soar!
You look like, in yo’ hood
You get no respect
When you walk down the block
(smack) open neck!
I’ll front you a pack, some dope to stretch
And fuck you up the next day
‘cause you ain’t sold it yet drug bars!
Y’all know that saying, "Step on a crack
Break ya mama back"?
Yeah, I see that shit real clear
In the trap, so much
Crack gettin’ stepped on
My mama in a wheelchair!
I can’t wait ‘til your daughter turn 18
So she can suck my dick!
I mean that with all disrespect
You know where you at, nigga? Atlanta!
Act brave, a Hawk spit, show how foul can
(Falcon) a nigga get!
I’ll pull up at a bad time, bruh
Fuck the bath time up
Grip on your daughterpiss in
The waterand baptize her!
When I look at you, I don’t see Don Marino
Nigga with good pen shit, wreck shit
Also known to catch homi’s
Nah, nigga, this is kid shit
Forensics: you’re lookin’ at a dead body!
Let’s go

Guess what, Patt? I do got loved ones, aw
Sure
And off the strength of Don being humble
This is that Don’s board
So today’s yo’ lucky day
I’mma give you a chance to run away
If you on board but, you know
You gotta be gone by the time I get to uno

Uno!

Nah, I get wild and draw four!
I’m finally here!
And for all you league owners that curved
Me? My fee’s a stack now i paint pictures
Punches through the screen like
The old Smackdown i told Norbes
"Gimme yo’ best up-and-comer i
Need that crack sound!"
Needless to say, think TSA
Out the gate, they pull me
To the side and say, "Pat down"
Well, check the bag
Y’all think this coward’s in demand?
Think yo’ place, fam, Space Jam
An alien from the trenches came to
Get Patrick’s powers is the plan
No matter how high I set the bar
My method left them sour in the stands
Trippin’, Mike Epps, pimpin’
‘Fore I get to SMACK
He had to put Powder in my hands
So I run up, I put the MAC on these cowards
Strong aim, LeBron James
‘Fore the game starts
I’ll let it clap on this Powder (chokes)

Time, man, time

Let me guess
You gon’ spit one or two haymakers?
Say a couple wild thangs?
Somethin’ ‘bout "you gon’ put Powder in
The air like LeBron James"?
Or somethin’ with "Patt down
(patdown) ", security, and weapons fly
Or Patt in the air like he tryna catch a fly?
I mean, we talked about my name
Let’s talk about Don’s, though
How you got your name, Don?
Did you make an M, got an ARi know (INO)!
This shit I got’ll flip
Don aroundli’l nod slow
Yeah, that’s filler, but still punchin’
So what if it’s dry? GO! (Drago)
I mean, the shit be right there
He just gotta go get it
Niggas wanna live like the
Movie Above the Rim, then get goaltended
Everybody wanna be Birdie
Then see fo’ pigeons!
Y’all see where I’m ‘bout to go wit’ it
If I was Motaw, he’s Shep
And this the end of that fourth quarter
Remember when he got the gun from the back?
A nigga like woulda been had it on him
Grabbed the four, andpassed the ball
Andwait ‘til he get back on offense
Then he get clapped off the
Court like Magic Johnson!
You see them Mexican bars took you far
But, I doubt it could get farther
They knew it was gon’ be a fightthey
Just came to see who hit harder
But watch what you say, nigga!
You’ll get your shit clobbered
My fist palm him
I’ll beat the sweet out this nigga
For letting his pen yard us (pinata)!
It’s two types of Mexicans in life
I’mma explain both things
You got the ones that get a
Lotta cocaine ‘cross the border
And the ones that look like they
Bought a whole lotta cocaine
I mean, shit, everybody hit the block befo’
That don’t mean you made profit, though
It all could fall in one pushany
Nigga that sold a dime’ll know (domino)
But, you paid for battles and got no-showed
If a nigga ever tried- deadass! I was there!
You paid for battles and got no-showed
If a nigga ever tried to
Zo’ me out some bread
He wouldn’t get to hear the end of it
That just show when he gets zo’d, he act
(Zodiac) half a man: Sagittarius!
Man, when I look at you, I don’t see Don-
Man, dead body

I heard you signed a URL contract
How the fuck you sign a URL contract
And get Don for some kicks?
Nobody ain’t told me shit
Yo, Norbes, me and son got it switched!
You really signin’ that? You’ll put
Ink on that bitch?
And if you got one, where the fuck my-
Nah, I’m Mexican: I never needed paperwork
To sneak off with some shit!
I’ll have your bitch on all fours
She feelin’ this vato
She’s somethin’ I’m poppin’ on
I’ll stuff my jalapeno in her
Box like Papa John’s!
You said that? You said that?
So you know what this about
You can taste the nina
BAH! I took the words right outta yo’ mouth!
See, I might as well use your bars
So you could take this hearse ride
Against Rah and Short Fuse
You recycled material
Committed the worst crime
I mean, if it didn’t light the
Room, or create that boom
Then why reverse rhymes?
If it had no spark with Short
Fuse, then why reuse, Gunpowder
If it didn’t blow up the first time!?
I don’t respect your grind!
Y’all think he’s the best bet!?
This your third PG, and Norbes gave you me
‘cause he know I’m the next threat
You at WeGoHard saw what I did
To Chess when that vet slept?
My abilities, Paranormal Activity
Now I gotta lay Powder down for
Y’all to see my next step!
So you put your trust in this cat
‘til them shells blow
Chapelle’s Show: I walk outta nowhere
And drop a buck in his cap! Spray his people
Think Ray Finkle
‘cause if y’all get him to snap
Y’all gonna get mad at Marino when
I fuck up the Patt (PAT)
Don’t talk about the trap
Like I wasn’t dodging the policia
Hand directly on the burner:
I was flippin’ tortillas!
They raided my cousin’s crib
I felt bad for my poor tia
I had more Mexican grams at
That table than loteria!
I get the fif’ in Powder like Chapo, fam’
I lean back with two arms:
This my vato stance!
You think I cut grass or own a taco stand!?
Man, off the corner
I was savage with the elbow
Oooh yeah, like Macho Man! Come on, fam’
If we was caught in a hard place
Before we’d pass "Go", my holmes
(homes) put down
And blew (blue) corners like Park Place
I had the chopper pointed down the
Whip: it’s a car chase
I hit the Powder before I
Go out shooting like Scarface
‘Cause here’s the taste it’s plain
(plane) to see we air hearts (Earhart)
No Amelia
And I don’t use Uber Pool ‘cause they
Never have enough seats for the familia!
‘Til my vato pulls up-

Ayo, Don, lemme get-

Nah, chill, chill, chill
Lemme slash his neck first

All right, but lemme get-

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah! With the blade
I’ll slice him up and stick him
In a piano for the perks

Well, then, I’ll just-

No, no, no
‘cause I’mma bury him behind the church
And use his skull to dig
Up the plot and dirt!

Well, then what’chu want me to do!?

Nothing! The Mexicans used to
Doing all the work! You lucky i fucked up!
You lucky i fucked up!

He think ‘cause I’m Black and he Mexican
We deal with the same type of race ish
Nigga, everybody love Raymondeverybody
Hate Chris! African bars!
African bars, I can’t relate to this Mexican
You got a trunk on your car?
It’s a trunk on my elephant!
BIG gun, gotta hold it like a speakerbox
Heaters cocked
Three pounds and a fif’ to ya do’
Like a secret knock!
Y’all know what he look like?
You look like you not allowed within
100 feet of no school
Gotta watch how I approach you
Look like you got bullied in
Class all ya life
Nigga, you was home-schooled!
And y’all really got me tryna
Rap with this dummy?
Nigga look like he went to the
Barbershop and asked for a noogie
The barber said, "yeah, c’mere!"
Gave the nigga a noogie
Don looked in the mirrorand
Paid the nigga money!
You in a fight with the wrong weapon
You look like you beyond stressin’
Like, like… you work at Bed, Bath & Beyond
In the "Beyond" section! Hold on
You battled Chess, and think you buzzin’ now
Beat Prez, then you somethin’ now
He think he got a leg up on me
Saw 6: cut it out! What happened now?
You don’t know about me? Ask around
Silencer look like the wood tip
On a Black & Mild thang smokin’, brains open
I’mma take two out ya pack: nigga
I’m chain-smokin’
Toss you and the murder weapon
In the same ocean
He gon’ try to save his boy and see
(buoyancy) he ain’t floatin’!
When I look at you, I don’t see Don Marino-
Nigga, I ain’t done yet!
I’ll be in yo’ crib wit’ yo’ bitch
While you not in there
Wearin’ yo’ house shoes
Scorin’ 3-points on yo’ MyCareer!
No lie, this shit be fucked up in the streets
Wanna know why? (Why?)
‘Cause my OG younger than me
This nigga be tellin’ me what the fuck to do
After I drop him off to fuckin’ school time
Let’s go, Mexico

Honestly, I feel disrespected
You went from Staxx Rilla to Gunpowder Patt
Tryna get detected
I went from Don Dollaz to Don Marino
We both got rejected
Now we both got accepted it’s inspiration
It’s like immigration: we both
Had to change our
Names to cross over to get accepted!
But check it ever since Cortez
There hasn’t been a Spanish
Battler on the scene i gotta ask about
I mean
I’m the first Miami battler to get a PG
But, I’m always gonna back this out
The irony: Chino plugged me in with Powder
So I could produce for SMACK
See how the trappers out?
No wonder they booked a Mexican
We good with numbers
But we known to pack the house!
So watch your mouth!
I came a long way from the
Tomato fields to the lime trees!
Now it’s bars, performance, them lines mean
So you right, it’s that pen shit
Wreck shit with the rhyme schemes
It is forensics, ‘cause if I
Go ballistic and dust Gunpowder
It’s ‘bout to be a crime scene!
So just know I’m with the drama!
Napoleon Dynamite: I was out back
Feeding the Llama! It was a must, so trust
We was holding up signs
Waiting for the ratchet to get off the bus
So don’t fuss!
I hold the pound for the clowns
You battled Skates, right? My brother
You had to use that to get around!
I hold it down for my amigos, it’s lethal
My uncle got caught throwing bullets on cam’:
He got hit with the Rico!
So mira, mijo, they say I’m next up
Well, that’s what they say
So I need the pesos
They tryna push a chico in front
Of the class: Vote For Pedro! Mexican bars!
Trump finna get his sooner or later!
But until then, we keep looking over that
Fence like nosy neighbors
I heard you had to push that mary
With the ratchet and get some papers
Ironic: I had to push to get married
With the ratchet and get some papers!
Mexican bars!
They keep throwing dirt on my name
But, I dug out the hope
Saw ICE run in, get slugs from the chrome
That shit hurt my heart when I seen
‘em get drug from their homes
Now they’re back in Mexico, they’re smugglers
You wouldn’t believe what they
Drug out of holmes! Mexican bars!
See, if they raid your crib
They’ll probably find everything illegal
In the home if they raid my crib
They’ll find everyone illegal in the home!
They send us back, it’s a danger zone
Grip the chrome
You might think I have a light point
But trust me
ET was the only alien that wanted to go home!
Mexican bars!
They had me losing to Chess, Prez, even you
And I hate the odds
I put on for my city, now I paid the squad
And we do got other
Work: landscaping, painting, construction
But, you better pray to God
‘Cause if they let this
Mexican into battle rap-

What you doin’?

Then we all taking all y’all jobs!