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Facts

I’mma be in a pen over this bullshit
The joke is done you know what’s up
‘Cause if I show you up
JJ won’t have a good time in Florida
I wish this bitch would!
Called himself "Magic Johnson of the PGs"
On GP, you Gary Payton, but you still
(steal) good you can’t tell that he be
Stealin’ all his ideas?
I be the first to call out
A line like grand bail
You never hustled work
Did you? Rocks in the stash?
As a little nigga, I was coppin’ a half
Like Burt Reynolds! My style was deadly!
My style was deadly, every round is heavy
And- hold up, hold up, hold up

I feel like I’m forgettin’ somethin’
Like I’m missin’ somethin’ now I’m ready!
You’ll catch a bullet if you play me
I’ll get it go on John, son, and John son
I put that on my babies!
It’s ‘bout to be Uzis, ‘matics, MACs, and 45s
I’m ‘bout to shoot you, clap you, smoke you
Stab you in the same BAR!
I ain’t playin’ wit’ you, fam
The K come wit’ a stand
And I’ll lay you where you stand
Get to actin’ out my bars
All crazy with my hands
Look like I’m directin’ in a flight:
I’m just makin’ sure they land!
I pull up in this whip, I’m swervin’
Run out, and stretch Da Don like water
In the dish detergent mu’fuckas is dyin’!
Gimme space, or what’s on my belt’ll send
You up to Orion’s
You know it’s hella guns when I’m rhymin’
Packin’ the biggest pole, scratched
Off the serial
And still made my numbers on Iron?!
You might pack it, but won’t pop a round
I had enough!
I’ll snatch Don cannon: who want drama now!?
This year I’m top-tier, partna!
‘Cause each body bumps me
Up a notchlike Killmonger! I will drop you
Silenceron a shining nickel, son
So nobody hears Johnny! Shining, Nicholson-
Nah, I ain’t runnin’ it back
But, I did wanna ask you at the door
Why you been runnin’ from Jakk!?
Lame faggot! You should get a hollow out the
Arsenal for duckin’ the main battle
But he be with Bow Wow and JD, he poppin’
But, if I swing, he droppin’
You think you won’t get ya chin

Iced ‘cause you on TV, johnny? Stop it!
You not really comp, tho
You could have all kind of
Sick comin’ out ya mouth
And wouldn’t go mano a mano!
You wanna box wit’ a hollow!?
I’ll let it blow like an air horn in
Front of Don: I got a DeMarco!
Air horn in front of Don, I got a DeMarco
Ah, fuck, go ‘head

Clap it up, y’all, c’mon

My fault, my fault, I’m sorry

Dr martin Luther King was
Assassinated for preachin’ equality
Them white folks wasn’t showin’ dude pity
And now we got Trump supporters vers’
The Black Lives Matter movement
Which leads me to believe togetherness isn’t
Somethin’ that they open to, really
I know, I know, I know y’all wonderin’ like
"What the fuck that gotta
Do with this battle?"
Well, let me broaden your scope
So you dig me basically, what I’m sayin’ is
If Americans can’t get along in America
What makes you think there’s
Any hope for you, nitty
(Unity)? But a "gun-so-big" bar is what
You plannin’ on soon?
And how you gottahold it over your
Head like a television mic
That’s how you handle the boom?
You sayin’ that’s a way to damage the room?
In that case, I gotta kneel
‘cause this arm strong enough to land
A man on the moon! Now that’s-
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
You had an outer space
Scheme against Iron Solomon, right?
Well, I’mma show you how to leave Earth
Smack, y’all believe this nigga?
If he the hottest ‘round, promise
When I get him murked, you’ll reconsider
(Mercury) why would you put a
(Jupiter) novice vers’ a vet?
‘Cause he asked you to?
Give him Roc in the ring
But from where I sat, turned

(Saturn) out bad for you
Basicallyhe got in your anus (Uranus) pause
For the weak minds, that’s ill
But URL is Neptune, ‘cause they producin’
Who you get beat by, for real
Was that the deal? To take him out of space
Where they won’t forgive him?
See, it don’t matter how you plan it when
You don’t control your soul or system
Cornell Powell, is it?
Yeah, I know this fraud well
But with a name like that
Y’all really think he would cause hell?
I’ll feed him all shells when the gauge rip
Now that’s a real name flip
‘Cause one POW will leave this corn’ nailed!
I draw well, with the free hand
That’s leavin’ no trace
He’ll be so far gone, with no features
From this old Drac’
Even if I let him model what’s in store
It’s not a closed case
‘Cause, man, it can leave a body still
With no face! He’s so fake
But, I’m supposed to believe
That your guns blam?
When you wore them supposed-to-be-Jordans
That let us know you wasn’t
Real from the jump, man don’t front, fam
You was lookin’ popped off-stage
See, vers’ Julian
He shoulda wore them shoes againso his
Material could knock off J’s!
Yeah, I seen your Summer Madness debut
- that was a tragedy
I watched you go against JC: that
Was a blast for me (blasphemy)
But it was sad to see your
Former teammate make your stock decline
How you go from shining on Writer’s Bloque
To literally havin’ one of them
Writers block ya shine!?
But now you Team Homi?
That’s what you rep in your verses?
Nigga, you never met J Arch or Sean P
So I question your purpose
If your plan is to meet ‘em up in Heaven
It’s workin’
BOW! Now you can get PH blessing in person
Nigga! Swave, you allowin’ this?
Ayo, Bugz, you condonin’ this?
Aye, P, I thought QB was the only bitch
But lemme guess

You thought you'd get the money bags
(Money Bagz) by joinin’ them?
Well, how you excel
(Xcel) without showin’ any poise
In pen (Poison Pen)? Explain that!
Until you catch a body, don’t claim that!
I heard you want him, too, Surf
So I’mma send him where Wave at!
Yo, JayBlac, i think it’s ‘bout time that
Y’all respect the skill
‘Cause if I ain’t the Championyou gon’ have
To argue with a TEC for real!
I’m only here ‘cause- nah, ‘cause I wanna be
Call me Don Julio
‘cause y’all gon’ feel sick after
Mixin’ Rum with me
I could kill him with my bare hands
And do it comfortably
Like, fuck a four-fifth
Get a remove from all fists
Like Donald Trump should be
Fuckin’ one for me, Smack, c’mon

I’m ‘bout to take my shot
Close rangein your face!
It’s like I 21-scoped you…POINT-BLANK!
Get the picture? And this shit? Wicked
Like government assistance
Nitty trippin’, dump the body
Put Four-Eyes in the rivermississippi!
LONG 9! Put you right on a shirt!
And this bad boy was for Shine, John!
I don’t switch none!
Talkin’ ‘bout me reppin’ 4th Homi…’til
He the fifth one! This bitch dumb
For all that thievin’, we gotta stop you
I even wanted to see Wavy wig
On this stealer: Troy Polamalu!
Nobody missed you! The fans don’t love you!
You a fill-in for that nigga Shine
‘cause that man was duckin’
I still had to crush you he ass
Line for line, I could out-rhyme a Don fast
Now your fam’ in trouble but he think he Jay
Said he laid the blueprint for
This whole PG thang
Well, these lames get they car pulled
Thinkin’ they in H-O-V lane these bang
That’s how the fuck we be
Them niggas with Da Don diva: they’ll
Have issues with us weekly
I don’t play games it’s different
I’ll lift up on son glasses like Dwayne Wayne
Every line that mean!
The first crazy, but the second

Flowis where you die at, king!
Your freckled face start trippin’? Throw
The long clip in take the K out
And remove a dot: we mob different!
I don’t think I’m tough ‘cause
I tote a pistol i keep the same energy
With a bladeyoshimit'su!
You out here beggin’ for Surf!?
That shit is played
You doin’ all them Twitter rants
And you Durant: you’ll probably
Never get The Wave!
They say you beat K? Lemme find out
‘Cause, I’ll be the one to blow the brains
Outta J if K couldn’t ride out
Blindside, I’ll put the 9 to him
The tool position caught a
PG off-guardlike Iverson
You got a stolen style!
You like a "Revamped" to a "I’m
So motherfuckin’ mean wit’ it"
A "Subtitle" to a "Slow It Down"
I’m just pointin’ out the stealing
That’s it… so just know it’s yo’ time
If I’m strapped in! K with the light
You finna be pronounced dead
Finna make it to Christ
I shoot up the church they lay you
In while they pray on your life
I even let a nun see eight
John, am I sayin’ it right!? Kill yourself

What’s up wit’ you and KG The Poet?
Y’all still keepin’ in touch?
Wasn’t you screamin’ "4th Quarter"
‘til you went OT-
Did y’all get even or what?
‘Cause you only about 75 percent
Of the reason you up
So you needed the 4th Quarter
To keep it a buck who the fuck-
Who the fuck rooted for Rum?

You? I hope you voided your plans
I brought a drum
And don’t think I plan on joinin’ a band
He Blac Chyna
You know how she just got exploited on cam?
Well, see, after your head leak
This’ll point at your fans
You take Roc’s whole style and
Take pride in the shit
Your writing legit, but nah
That’s not exciting as his
Gun Bar King, Gun Line King
Yeah, you bitin’ his shit
It’s a Stone Cold Stunner, RKO
‘Cause it’s the same move, minus the kick!
You said you "was up in the hotel
Loadin’ rounds for cousin
Big rounds I’m stuffin’
They say Ill in the lobby
So I grab the nose, runnin’
I’m comin’ down with somethin’!"
And the crowd was jumpin’!
Try that with a savage, tho
‘Cause that’s not goin’ down
‘cause you won’t have time to grab the nose!
I’m at his do’, ‘bout to tag his toe
So ain’t no fuckin’ runnin’
He constipated, ‘cause he was
Sittin’ on this round
But he ain’t dumpin’ nothin’
I’m locked and loaded

So right before he go to grab
That gun and bust it i’m lettin’ mine rain
That’s a brain storm: I’m
Comin’ up with somethin’! Fuck the punches!
Here’s some advice, ‘cause I wanna help
Chill with all the gun lines if you
Don’t got a line of guns yourself
I understand that you overdo ‘em
‘cause you want the belt
But it’s a difference between bein’
The best at somethin’
And not bein’ able to do nothin’ else
I do it all
I might just rebuttalwell, doubt it
But, if I free
Will he admit that I’m well-rounded!?
Well, crown it!
Angles, personals, setups, and schemes
Keep your gun lines
I’d rather be deemed "The Everything King"
I mean, I’ll clean the scene
Give a fuck ‘bout who see me
‘Cause somethin’ gotta give with this
Ratchet: she too needy
No, I could get the strap from my man
And shoot freely so I raise a black four
That ain’t mine like Glueazy!
And I’m blamin’ YOU, Beasley
‘cause you had this nigga beatin’ me
But like I said, if I’m supposed to die
By some pussy, won’t be that easy, e
I’m Magic Johnson to the PG’s, right?
See what I did wit’ it?
That’s ‘cause they tried aidin’ my death
But, I showed that I could live wit’ it!
So tell your Mexican manager Rich
Your whole camp is fucked
When that ratchet sing like Fergie
It’s fuckin’ you, ese, and them up
Your fam run up? I’m peelin’ the
Sig like a Camel Crush
You’ll lose a loved one to the smoke
Yeahcancer sucks i’m old-school
So if I can’t decide whether
To shoot or snipe you
Bayonet: that’s a blade and a
Arm like I’m suicidal
Nah, since your mans right there think
It’s cool to hype you i’ll snipe two
And hollow your friend like
You cool with Nigel i’m only here ‘cause-
Nah, ‘cause I wanted to give
Him this shot close range
Shotty in his mouth: he goin’
Out with a cold bang
The whole aim is to make him
Feel away in this road game
Since you gave the Don Cornell
He is gonna need your soul trained
Round 2, man

Where the FUCK are you from!?
What cross-streets? Are you still down?
I asked niggas who he around
And even they don’t know where John be
Big pole will smoke him
Hunting rifle with a scope, I’m totin’
And this lead-a go through a deer, John
You know it’s over! 3rd, I get my spaz on
Fuck three minutes
I should go no limit on the last, Don
Your mom get stretched
Paramedics’ll be workin’ on her chest
Then give Don the Wess’ after his mama death
This was one of your go-to guys on the URL
Off the belt
I’ll pop a SMACK shooter like Sugar Hill
If I don’t got my 9, cool
I’ll grab the steel from Smack and
SPPPPRRRRRR - like Sprite tried to!
I might strike you green beam: limelight you
Then a bullet from the mag’ get
Fly out: that’s a life cycle!
I should rob you ‘cause your price more
I’m talkin’ go through every pocket
You’ll get patted down in a small
Room: that’s a psych ward
You said I switched sides!? Are you SURE!?
You should get the Aye Verb Roman Candles
Why would you lie on the 4th?
Don’t get your girl involved
‘Cause what I took out’ll bury her
Like the Berlin Wall
Smoke you all, no facade

Crazy you gave J Reedand
Now he’s under cover, gettin’ close to God!
I don’t get you niggas!
He had a battle with Chilla
Jones on his own league
Complainin’ about the mic
BITCH, you fix it!
I’m tryin’ to keep it clean!
But, if I’m stressed out
You know, goin’ through different stages
Then these’ll steam!
I pull up to where you are, on sight wildin’
Then a three-piecelean Jon the hood
Hard Knock Life album!
Against Iron, I was talkin’ crazy
I spoke to that white man
And this nigga can join the
Table: I’m not a racist! You be talkin’ hype
Said he was gon’ back-smack K
I said, "Before that happen
We’ll see K back on SMA-" i was right!
This bitch dead we split heads
Ironic: this will pull over your eyes
And I don’t miss lead
I’m schizo-trippin’, big pole grippin’
And a low rider finna lift
Up on a six-fo’ nigga!
This thief ain’t right!
I mean, my nigga even stole JD nametwice
JJDD? AK squeezin’ nasty!
They in disgust how Rum did you
Like an AA meeting
His homie ain’t think I was holdin’ the steel
‘Til John body stacked on top of-
It’ll Don on you for real!
Bitch, you can’t keep it real yourself
Nigga, suicide or I’ll do the job you decide
Kill yourself!

Against Iron Solomon, you said
"I been jonesin’ to give a Jew Ls
On cam: I really mean it"
And that was some mean shit
But, I also heard Tsu Surf say
"I been jonesin’ to take your
Jew-els on cam" against Conceited
Now, maybe you didn’t take that bar
And try to tweak it
But, if you didn’t give yourself
Your own gun title, i would believe it
Now peep this
I know that line wasn’t hyped as much
So it was remixed
Makes sense for Rum to spike the punch!
Now I been called a thief, too
Like my skills aren’t real
So this should bring a new
Meaning to "Steel sharpen steel"
Cut the shit! You a Crip? That’s what you
Bang when you reppin’?
Don’t that stand for "Community
Restoration In Progress"?
See, these Internet thugs done
Changed the direction

Why you think every set is
Named after a streetin California?
‘Cause it was all about claimin’ your section
So how pussy you had to be to go a
Whole state away to join
A gang for protection?
But, you’s a NeighborHood Crip?
Man, I’m done with this heathen

Insane

Okay, what year you started bangin’, cuz?
No, no, no - what was your reason?
Daddy wasn’t around? You was the only child
So you were concerned?
Bitch, you from Arizona! The desert!
The only thing you had to
Worry ‘bout was sunburn! I’m from Yonkers
So everything I know I learned from the G’s
Like, "Watch the rats in the trap
When you earnin’ your cheese"
And how doors would always open
If you turnin’ them ki’s
Yo, Roc, my plug was a Blood
That’s how I learned ‘bout the
Birds and the B’s!
So I had every reason to join a gang
But, I still didn’t
If you could see it, you could be it
But thank God I had real vision
My teacher sent them notices home
But, I was still ditchin’
But when it got co-signed per mission, slip
I caught him in the field trippin’!
That’s drill business
Was just a rugrat, but I was real ig’nant
I bet he heard how word spread ‘bout me
Raisin’ them twins: Phil and Lil wit’ it
And what I drew got him in a pickle, baby
Deal (Dil) wit’ it! But by the time he
(Tommy) figure it out
He gon’ get killed wit’ it
Then peel wit’ it
Like your grandmother downin’ her meds
Inf’ beam
So the nose for this clown’ll be red
Gun Line King will get his crown full of lead
Once I draw the stick
Figure I could line the body
If I start with a round for the head!
Is there a doctor in the house?
Well, y’all better find him now llama blaow
His chin’ll bow up off of one hit
Like "Gangnam Style"!
For y’all to say Nitty is original
That’s kinda wild
‘Cause if you pay attention
You’ll notice he just studied all
His favorite battle rappers
And combined they style
First, it was B Magic
‘cause punchlines what he wanted
To get famous wit’ then it was Shotgun Suge
Why you think most of his
Bars come from movies?
It’s time to change the script

‘Cause now you disrespectful like Arsonal
Throwin’ C’s all up in niggas face and shit
He seen that was how they all blew
Now y’all know why he claimin’ Crip!
How lame is this?
But now you gettin’ sonned:
Show your Phoenix pride
Dip shells, paint ya egg
Since you flew out east to die
They told me, "Battle Ill Will next"
But, I don’t think it’s wise
For me to finish Rum
Then take Will: I don’t drink and drive!
Don’t be surprised if he start sayin’
"That’s light!" ‘Cause he a chip off of Roc
Like Top shavin’ the white now please
Don’t say the John if you
Ain’t sayin’ it twice
And if you don’t add "Da Don"
You ain’t sayin’ it right!