URLtv, Kid Chaos - Kid Chaos vs. Street Hymns lyrics

I say Street Hymns, I hope you got to repent
Before ya reapin' or I'ma expose ya
But not in the way that you think
See I’m just gon' tell ya the whole truth
Cause I used to go to church all the time
Until one communion Sunday and
Instead of wine they gave me some old juice
And that’s exactly why I
Stopped believing in Christianity
There’s was no proof but, I'ma show you
They say lyrically we equally as heavy
But, I don't think we gon' hold
It down the same way (weight)
Cause the cub tryna become a lion
So he gone be extra here
(hair) so he can make it
To the main (mane) stage
But listen here Mufasa
Lu Castro took yo' pride
So don’t go stumblin' over
The ledge showing off it's my only claws
(clause) cause that choke
Gave your hope a pause (paws)
Now you holding Scars
So tonight don’t let that throw you off
Cause then you land with the animals
So don’t get stumped (stomped)
Thinkin' of a million entendres
And sayin' nothin' making us dizzy when
You tryna do too many flips
Goin' out on a limb
To break off what he thinks it takes to wig
(twig) which is why only a little stick
See they don’t give a shit
But, I gotta mention this
You want all this extra recognition
Cause you a Christian battler
Then get mad when we talk about
It when you in front us shut up
Bitch ass did a interview talkin' 'bout
"All battlers do is talk about
The fact I'm Christian
Attempting to downplay my purpose, awfully"
You know, tryna do the 8 Mile shit
Thinkin' be the first to start to speak
About his own flaws so when we do it
It gonna turn it obsolete?
You think my bluff this gee uh call? Sike
(Psych) bitch can’t get me with
That reverse 'psychology'
Bitch I'm still gon' talk about it
You don’t get the shit?
Th3 Saga can’t be the only one of y’all
That know how to get a grip
You can’t use this Christian shit
To get some attention quick
Then once you get it
Expect us to dismiss the shit hypocrite
Like "Everyone, I believe God created
This plane we existing in
But I don’t want you to mention it"
You little bitch yo' friends and them
Like people who pretend they sick
Get they medicine then try
Sell they prescriptions quick
Cause these bitches do everything
To get appeal (a pill)
Then immediately try and flip the script
See we got differences
They gon' talk about the fact that I'm
A nobody, I ain't go no bread, bro
You had John John bookin' you big battles
And when it’s broken down we’ll
See what took you far he got you a toe in
(towin') , to pull apart (a part)
Now you all geared up for P
To be put in park
But that’s on Streets, but in the south
We know how a Lil' Jon
(John) , can help a pussy pop
Now look at God, you know, the Bible
You got yo' whole Revelation
From the book of John p
Pussy fraud, my hood appalled
How you pro black
But the Bible you quote that?
So you a a conscious Christian
Bitch that’s a contradiction
All you bitches, be leaching the cloth
When you washin' sinners
And expect us not to spot the difference
And Loso y’all top offender
He love to talk about the Glocks he grippin'
But when we say
"That’s not religious" the response
He give us
Is that nowhere in the Bible does it
Say he can’t cop a pistol
Well cool, I’ll forgive it
When you find the scripture, that says
Ya godly when ya describin' killin'
Ya opposition you can't, so don’t even try
You just gone give some round about
Answer, that won’t even answer
None the shit that I just mentioned
Boy, that leader of God's army trippin'
So the ox I’ll grip it
And take it in general
Since he was not specific
How y’all dismissive? Talk so vicious
Then sit in the pulpit
And preach how we awful sinners?
I don’t get it
Just because y’all do the alter call
Don’t mean your point of view
Should alter wit' it but fuck it, on a whip
In streets, parking ticket
Swear God I’ll split him
Have death come for him
Even after the doctors stitch him
So even after the reapin' of
What was what sewn
The church gone think that karma hit him
But y’all ridiculous, but if
Y’all got biscuit's
Then I’m gripping it too
Find the church he attending for truth
Now his head where I’m sittin' the pew
When I slide on him
You know how when you go into
Church and sit in the pews
You slide on 'em?

Bro, you rap, like a bitch
And think that mean you
Got a 'broad' vocabulary
But fuck it, I'ma make this scary hoe famous
When I shoot at his shirt
Cause what was put in that article gone make
Headlines cause you make some
Very bold statements
For instance you love to talk about
The fact that you a virgin
Like you cool cause you ain’t
Never seen a chick wit
A fat ass in the air and go crazy
Who gives a fuck?
You think you Christ reborn cause you
Waited until you married yo' baby?
(Mary, Joe baby)
And that line was an immaculate conception
But, I actually have a question:
You told Lu Castro
"Sometimes I get that late night call like
You can come and smash tonight
But instead of ramming the bushi sacrifice"
That was fire, this is very true
But, you said you get late night
Phone calls to come and smash bruh from who?
Am I buggin'? Or does it sound stupid? Yes
That once upon a time there was a cutie wet
Scrolling through her texts
Lookin' for a dude to give her soothin' sex
Loooks, decides not to choose her ex
And for her dick appointment
She picks the guy who hasn’t used his yet
You are lying you are clearly lying
What type of
"I'ma lie to impress a Smack crowd
Type shit" is you on?
Who you tryna fool bro
We know how real booty calls go
Muhfucka you don’t you cool though
But it seem that you should admit
That you deceivin' who be listenin'
Cause, I don't think that any women
Wanna give your D tail (detail)
When they bring up your description
I know you think because you Christian
You must subscribe to the
Beliefs in your religion but, I promise you
Pussy ain’t one of the things that
You can speak into existence
We can see the difference keep it real
I bet the fact you can’t get no pussy
Is the main reason that you Christian
Aye his friends be goofin'
Jokin' on him cause he don’t
Be gettin' no coochie his solution?
Turn to them and be like
"I’m a Christian stupid, i meant to do it"
But fuck it, I hope you can run
Tie ya laces
Watch ya mouth or I’m sewing it up
Blue jeans, on white Air Forces
(What's that)
Hymns gon' die over that tongue
Loadin' the gun, but I’ll shoot him in
His temple, while he in the temple
Lookin' for his Christ quotes
9 blow, you ain't gotta believe I’ll shoot
Yo brains out yo' skull, DOO DOO
Bitch I’ll put it on the Bible
I will shoot youin the facenumerous times
The hyperbole was necessary so
I hope you know
When I sit wit' the drum it’s
Like a chick who like bums
I'ma go for broke dOO DOO holy smokes
Wait a second
You know how you supposed to take
A selfie? Hold the phone
You got yo' ass whupped in yo' PG
People paid
To watch Lu Castro waltz in here
And dance all over you
You helped the people at the do' see doe
(dosido) it’s like Lu Castro, took the L
Outta his name, and said, "Hold this bro"
So that leaves you
(U) Castro that I should tag
In to roast this hoe but, I'm the god
So if I holla "Lu" yah
(hallelujah) prolly gone catch the Holy Ghost
Load the 4
God say, "Your body a temple", I know
You don’t want the smoke Na God
Say "Bye to ya temple" I know
You don’t want the smoke
Lil' boy you gotta be able to walk in
My shoes to go toe to toe
We need the Lord, cause we at war
But you gone think it’s holy though
So I look at the boy and see (buoyancy)
That his soul a float Because I
Bring a grip to wars (grip two ores
Grip towards) like I’m rowing boats
Big gun, raisin' it to be a gentleman
That shit open doze (do's)
When deez
(Wendy's) give him a cheap mil' (meal)
It’s not a 4 for

Bro, this is why you not a relevant guest
Because due to your ideologies
You could never just step
Into this culture and
Be considered the best of the best why?
Because in order to be victorious
You'd have to project that I’m less
Or give some hypothetical threats
Which would directly reflect
A demeanor contradictory to what
The Heavens would bless
So what’s his loophole?
Sit up here and complex us to death
Collecting a rep
For essentially just standing up
Here and impressing himself
And because most of us were raised Christian
We relate
Wit' him So his dumb battle rap logic
We feel pressed to accept
Talkin' 'bout "You saw Streets
Had double lines
Why would you cross ov"- cause bitch you got
A lot of lines that don’t ever connect!
So y’all can switch sides
Cause I’ve heard y’all say how his ways
(Waze) has affected his drive
But now y'all hydroplaning, and it’s rainin'
Cause Streets so slick
Every time y’all put y’all foot down
Y'all end up lettin' it slide
But step in my mind
Cause I wanna take y’all back a bit
Back to when, we all were in school as a kid
Y’all remember that one classmate that
Didn’t quite have a fit
Didn't have an established clique
Just switched crews
(cruise) , you know, abandoned ship
He did ANYTHING to be relevant
He was always gettin' attached to trends
But we knew deep down he really
Just wanted to have some friends
Might sound like the same old
Song but that was hims (Hymns)
You are a follower bro
If y’all didn’t know, he claimed
A whole buncha shit
Literally all a following yo
A Christian, vegan, nerd, Bull Pen
Wanna-be Writer's Bloque battle rapper
Now what values do any of those share?
Y’all I don't know
It’s like Siamese twins connected by
The side of they dome
It’s two sides to him so
That shows he ain’t got a mind of his own
How does it go? You're a vegan Christian
Okay that’s one contradiction
But, you battle rap for God
That’s another contradiction
What you just want attention?
Acting faithful to God
Hoping that'll make you a star
Or sayin' from now on you’ll
Only eat cabbage, raisins
And starch will validate who you are
You do not know, who you are bro
Just character trait's they’re flawed
All these plot holes are
Pot holes and Streets
That ain’t taking you far
Because this is how it’s structured
I bet you, as a kid he
Sensed his life was nothing
Like other children round the country
And it was troublin'
Cause he ain't have no friends or
Kids that called him "buddy"
So to get some guys that love
Him, he became a vegan, nerd
Christian battle rapper
See this is why he picked
Those type of covers
It’s like someone who didn't
Know they had twin
Until they saw they sibling out in public
Cause he didn’t find some brothers
Until he finally identified wit' somethin'
And this is why you nothin'
You a fraud in fact
I won’t even call you that
Cause everything about you
Screams "Get beat up in
High school starter pack"
Talking smack, jumpin' out the window
Tryna help
Us understand the gravity of your world
And expecting us to fall for that
Y’all is wack, get on stage
Play, monologue ya raps
About all this unseen faith but
It’s all an act
Cause y'all claim this godly cast
Then perform without using anything
Realand bitch you
Don’t get no props for that
But, I’ll put it on the set
I'll bet I bring more to the scene
But, I can paint a better picture for you
If you're not sure what I mean
Shoot up his Honda
The judge asks why I left
His Accord in the street?
My response? "Fuck you! Only
God can judge me"
Accordin' to Street be cordial wit' me
Cause you look like the type, to be so
Amped to yell and scream but only
Do it through the phone
But, I ain’t wit' that
Either silence the chat chit
Or I'll shoot the black off you
Either way you gone lose the tone
Pop pop, shoot the chrome
Knock knock, who’s at home?
Razor blade, keep goin' cross his face till
It’s nothing to see on Streets like
"Move along" then shoot ya bros