URLtv, Profecy, Stuey - Stuey Newton vs. Profecy lyrics

They got little homie against Big Prof
And I brought the homies
So everybody in the 7 masked up like Slipknot
With that heavy metal, I’m talking big chops
Trust me
Not even K-Shine want to see that bitch cock
Against Logic, you was acting brolic
Hoping in this match
I hope you’re acting different
Or I’m lifting the mac and I’ma blast with it
My last two girls was dark skinned beauties
But their ass vicious
You don’t get it? That only means
I’m used to macking black bitches
I ain’t get into this battle
Rap shit for asskissing i’m savage
I’ll whoop my homie’s ass if he’s adlibbing
Like, you know what happened
To my last victim?
You say my rhyme with me one fucking time and
You gon’ hop in that bag with him
Notice how I got my back to Stuey
‘Cause, I don’t feeling threatened today
He ain’t from Seattle letting it spray
You 20 miles out, you live in Federal Way
But, you’re trying to get petty
Today? Well ain’t that wild?
I’m ginger, I ain’t got a soul to send
Save that file i’ll go Michael from The Wire
‘cause the mac wild
Even if he only getting shipped
He gon’ die in the snack aisle
I advise you to act wiser
Or I’ll come through in the
Whip with dark tent, not tint
I said tent
So we’ll give your whole camp fire
I’m a livewire, jump and get wet, why try?
You will get tore up like a high diver
And the rest will get tombstones, piledriver
But, you’re still standing in
Front of me like
You like the torture? So I’ma torch ya
If you see the white boy pull up
With the trey? It ain’t Kyle Korver
See we both got sports
References, but mine’s iller
All you write’s filler
It’s 4th Quarter and I ain’t came
Here to play like Mike Miller
See I’m the wrong one to go messing with
See I hear you got a girl
I’ma find her and wet that bitch
Ain’t nothing you can do about it, Stuey
But accept the shit
I’ll go to Seattle then blaze her
I’m Detlef Schrempf
You’re in the presence of a god
You should feel so blessed
They say I rap too slow
But that’s because I want you
To die a slow death it’s 7

You said you’re Mike Miller
And Kyle Korver? Well
Thank KG that you got the look
See I mean RIP sandra Bland, but dammit man
You was dead before the shot was took
But listen
The moment you joined with KG was the
Same moment you got your corpse sorted
‘Cause, I’m a Seahawk, think about it
That mean I’m known for getting
Off on the 4th Quarter
I don’t want to hear about how you
Held weapons and them shells wrecking
‘Cause you’re from too, right
Spell it out P, you an L 7
Matter of fact, go ahead
Talk about how many cats slayed
When your mac’s raised
‘Cause even if Profecy come true
He’s in his last days
So for all my religious
Folks in the building, let’s not forget
Every prophecy led up to the apocalypse
I’ma rock your shit
No way around it and no loopholes
You might kill a Chi dog
But what about Cool Joe my name
Forever written in concrete
Like your tombstone
Headshot, roof gone, but his body
Is like a broken relationship
Trying to move on
The shots I’m sending, up close and personal
From me to you
You’re a old house when the heater shoot
Rain at your bucket and leak your roof
These pussies die when they fuck with me
Y’all can’t see it? Cool
Bang! I put a O in Prof, now he the proof
Tec round, bullet hit your man and throw
His flesh at you
You’ll try to run from the DNA
See y’all don’t know if I’m talking about
The Maury show or the Chess battle
That’s bars, every verse, fire and brimstone
The shit you spit
Lighter than your skin tone
I’ll treat your face like something to put
My fist on and get rone
Asian kid on the milk carton
That’s means his chin gone
See I’m fucking you white boys up
It’s off with your kufi
I got black ops too if it calls for the duty
But, your name, Josh McCormick
You soft and you coochie
This act, all from a movie
‘Cause One Eyed Willy was the only time
We’ve seen Josh brawling with goonies
‘Cause y’all asked for this, bars hazardous
Raw laxative
Danny got you gassed, you all flatulence
You said you’ll outpunch me? How are
We supposed to believe that backwardness
When he claiming he a Bar God
When knowing damn well that’s blasphemous?
He know I’ma kill you
He preposterous for that
Coming from a fake god
What kind of prophecy is that?
Face shot, take his soul, rewind time
And bring it back he’ll watch himself die
Let him see the prophecy in that
I’m back, fuck you and that wack Plague
All y’all niggas, all pussy, A Town
I’ll backpage
I’ll smack flame out your mouth
Draw heat, adrenaline rush, max Payne
The gun that I’m popping got a stuttering
Problem trying to say Smack name
But nah, that’s a green bar
But I’ll do you greasy if I nail ya
Skully over my face
You won’t know if it’s Mike Vick
Or Beanie if I nail ya
All black with suppressors on
You won’t hear or see me if I nail ya
Run inside your home, pop the chrome
His mon will tone like Beasley on the trailer
Time nigga

Money is a body
Two things that I like to earn
You’ve been practicing with your
Left but it’s sloppy, so
When I teach you how to punch properly
‘cause you got a right to learn
I don’t give a fuck if you
Think I’m fake because I’m white
That’s none of my concern
The tides have turned
You’re getting high from the sig
Like you’re high on sherm
It don’t mean that I’m a nice person
Just because that I’m nice with words
‘Cause, I’ve done some shit in my
Life that could’ve got me life
Now I ujust put my life in words
So I’ma talk that street shit and
Make you bite the curb
He get mad at it, take a stab at him
I hope it strikes a nerve
What you think, ‘cause the car broke down
I was stuck like I don’t show up on Silk
Road and light the shit up
It’s 4th Quarter, motherfucker
You ain’t liver than us
Drive-bys and buck 50’s
I’m used to riding to bust
I’ll rather die before I start
Moving like a chump
You ain’t gon’ break shit
Golden Gate Bridge
You will suicide from the jump
If you survive, it was luck
We can shoot the five or I’ll buck
The ratchet got no kickback like
She ain’t trying to fuck
I got twin baby eagles I call Phil and Lil
And they both got a body
But, if I’m in a pickle
I’ma go for that tommy
Sike, I’m more of the shotty type
Double barrel step pop, it’s pop him twice
You don’t think that I got all them guns
That I rap about? You probably right
But, if I ain’t strapped
Everybody in my camp is and we
Don’t live that college life
See, back in the day
You would get them hands
Only time I’ll reach is when a
Punch from a distance lands
But, I got lazy and switched the plans
Got nice with the rifle so
I ain’t gonna fight you, I’m the bigger man
You’re in the presence of a god
And you should feel so blessed
They say I rap too slow
But that’s because I want you
To die a slow death it’s 7

Your life ran out
These punches can knock your hype man out
Y’all see me practice with my left
Now let me show him what the right hand about
I’ve been roaming by your house
Foaming out the mouth
40 in the pouch, full clip with lead
Kick the door up in your house
Go up to your spouse, make her hit the bed
And whip the pipe out like
I’m finna get some head
Let five spray, catch you in the driveway
Before you panic, I’m going to do damage
Them blows is landing
Slide him under the car like an old mechanic
This four I’m gripping, hold extensions
Leave a hole up in him
I can fit his whole existence
With that hole existing
He can be by his lonesome with
It or with his man, they both can get it
Revolver with shotgun shells
They gon’ see this just
Together like codefendants
But fuck a gun, hand-to hand
I’m way past your weight class
Leave his face bashed with more
Colors than stain glass
I drop bombs, call 911
‘cause my fist and his face
Will be a plain crash
My nigga pass me the gun, I’ll reach
Down and give him that head shot
Look like I’m doing the Dame Dash
But, your lame ass be
Crying online for Picassos
Spitting rhymes like a Capo
But remind me of Lotso i’ll fire the roscoe
In the sky where your top go
Then let another fly
See you on the other side like Gicasso
I’m Drago you want to know why this
Clearly wasn’t a good look
Since we’re talking about a prophecy
Let’s go into the Good Book
Y’all know how God had the Earth
And Heavens made in 7 days
But ain’t it ironic that the apocalypse
Got to see seven Plagues
Let’s explain before we start the beef
The first plague is for any nigga
That think this mark a beast
The second plague
Left bodies in the sea full of dead fish
But we missed the third
Plague, we’re godsend, so we protect it
Four, heat beaming filling the
Cloud with holes with the fifth plague
Comes darkness that surround your soul
Six, got the earth drying up
Now everybody against the odds
Now here, we have the 7 Plague
So I got to end the rebellion against the god
This is revelations
Let the weapon blaze you from several angles
His whole team soul rise up
I’ll heaven’s gate you
This john will get 15 ate
But, I just exchanged seven
Plagues for Seven’s angels
Next time you pick up the
Bible and see that prophecy
You gon’ tell me thank you
You’re welcome, nigga

I’ve been rapping over half my
Life, and I’m white, so I’m used to threats
But, if you choose to flex
I don’t give a fuck if you use a vest
You remember that scene when they was
Hooping in that movie Fresh
Before I lose respect
I’ll shoot that little bitch through the neck
After he dies, I’m heading
For Steams, Steams, you are next
And since I mentioned Fresh
I’ll pop your younging and
Teach you through Chess
If he come and this bitch
Tripping like a newlywed
I’ll fuck money up then burn him
That’s the new connects
See everything Stuey says
He be trying to sound so tough
So I’ll give black rights
Then the pound go up
When it comes to that writing shit
Everything out my mouth a cold punch
MacGyver shit, all I need is a pen and a
Pad to make the crowd blow up
See the homie Meek gon’ let
The milli loose if
I tell him that I don’t feel these dudes
And I play the alarm clock, ‘cause
If you press my buttons
Then you gon’ really snooze
I heard you was GD, that’s really true?
Throw up your forks, let them show
And then if things go left, you’re
Getting dropped with a straight right
I put a fork in the road
That’s the clique that you gon’
Ride for? Ask yourself
That’s some shit you want to die for?
The first person to drop a dime’s the
One you’re willing to do life for
Why would you want to give
Your momma that pain?
Why would you want to make your seed cry for?
You better get up out that game if
You want to see your wife more
‘Cause, I like war, and I know you GD
But I hope you take my advice, lord
I’m from deuce 9
My homies on tre 6 be running shit
I got killers on 4th Ave
That will bust your shit
See I even got ese homies in the
And I love that shit
So when you find me in Hollywood
It ain’t Sunset Strip
You’re in the presence of a god
And you should feel so blessed
They say I rap too slow
But that’s because I want you
To die a slow death it’s 7

My last battle
I got a lot of shit for the words
That I used to call white people
Hey, but my daughter’s half white
So clearly I wasn’t talking
About all white people
Just y’all white people who got shit confused
They switched the rules and fixed the rules
Whitewashing the images of
Anybody that’s biblical
Using the media to show all niggas
Being a lost nigga is typical
They teach us white history and white pride
So we had no sense of self by middle school
Training us to go from the suspension
Rooms to them prison suit's
You don’t get it, fool? They portray us as
The unforgiving and unforgivable
And you look even dumber trying to convince
Us this system you fell victim to
You must be Wile E coyote
Fucked around and fell for a trap
That wasn’t meant for you
Spitting all that false rap
How you’ gon’ let that 80 hurl
And if you see my toddler
Call it a swaddler
‘cause it’s a wrap for my baby girl
See, all you’re gon’ do is spit everything
That’s wrong with this crazy world
But, I’m Bruce Willis in Armageddon
When I leave earth, i could save the world
You just aim and stir, you cotton soft
Knock it off
Y’all so worried about a pocket check
I brought some shit that will
Knock your pockets off
It can go there, anytime, anyplace
I don’t care think Math Hoffa and Jadakiss
You’ll get the fade out of nowhere
When I throw the fist
I’m Wesley Snipes with a soldier’s wit
A fight with Stuey is like YG’s movie
It will be over quick i ain’t gon’ run away
But I’m Money May how I show defense
Caught this monster right, Lufthansa heist
Leave him frozen stiff
But when that overhand left
Follow, grand theft auto
You’re getting stole and whipped
‘Cause you ain’t no killer
You used to be writing Smack rounds
You might have good hands
But you can’t smack rounds
You can be Kimbo with kempo
Dip low when I tiptoe
Arm on each hip, akimbo long pipes
Get this pussy’s walls wetter than nympho
Then dig a ditch for his bitch in the sea
Apocalypto smack, let the clique know
Stop booking these slave masters
With the field niggas
Even after earth, I’m the fresh prince
I do this at will nigga
Give a fuck about no bodybags, no classics
I’m a real nigga fuck a top tier, fuck a mid
Tier, fuck a low tier, i just kill niggas