URLtv, Murda Mook, Calicoe, T-Top, Brizz Rawsteen - Murda Land vs. Dark Lyfe lyrics

He'll go Nutty and have him
Surrounded by more Geechee (GeechI) niggas
Strap long
I gotta hold it like a hockey stick
You see Bizzy
Versus the most overrated battle rapper and
This fake ass Tee Grizzley
I'm in a crouched position
That mean I give his love seat
You left Qleen for the Paper then teamed up
Wit' Murda cause the clout come wit' it
You threw Qleen back to the crowd
X-Factor and Miles you just
X-factored them out
You will team up with Mook but won't team
Up with who rep for the town
What that shit about?

Rappin' or scrappin'
That mean we can rap while I
Fuck you up after the round
Brizz is searching his own
Pockets for his phone we tag team bitches
I pop off
You'll see a point comin' out the top
I turn Cal' into a unicorn
Don't talk to me 'bout how that clip
Full or how that fifth pull
At Volume 2 we seen a
Grape Street Crip spit in
Ya face and you ain't do shit to him
He gon' tell y'all it was an accident
But, I don't give a fuck if a nigga spit in
My face on accident I wouldn't
Have asked him shit i told dude
But, I approach Mook slow too
I let the long nose sneeze aim higher
Concrete nigga
Y'all wanna know why the battle
Really ain't happen in Charolotte?
And Smack was protectin' him
From a local artist
They say they ain't scared of Mook and Cal'
They say without his permission he can't
Even come to Raleigh Durham
They said it was a nigga really waitin'
Outside the venue tryin' to air him
Wilmington? Wilmington, Delaware?
Cause you know in NC they got one there
See y'all can act like y'all don't be peepin'
When he be switchin' up where he from
But, I be hearin'
So what we sayin' is, North Carolina niggas
These bitches just Rose outta nowhere
They Molly Qerim charlotte what up?

We in New York now
What you need to be sayin' is, "Bronx
Brooklyn, Staten Island, Queens and Harlem
What up?" but before you start gettin'
All that "Harlem, what up?"
We gotta get to the bottom of
What's the problem with us
I thought I was the nigga
That helped father you pups
But, you gave Jones a serious
(Serius) shape up
Tell me I'm up here lyin' (line)
Actin' like you ain't jack it
(jacket) in the clothing store
Puttin' on the bomber wit' Lux
I taught y'all turkies how
To heat y'all thermo-
But basically what you sayin' is
You baseing this off you carvin' him up
Helpin' y'all gobble it up
It would've been a different type of
Body I caught that night
It would've been a different type of
Body I saw that night
You seen Raw that night?
Metal in palm stretchin' his arms
Lookin' like a T on the Top
Of a cross that night
This shit startin' to feel
Like Summer Madness again
The nigga that sold his mother crack
And y'all niggas fuck wit' that
Nigga I just buried my mother
I'll sell a nigga sellin' crack to his
Mother to get my mother back pPV cuts off
If you ain't got no blues or no moves
Whatchu come up a fag?