URLtv, Your Honor, Swamp - Swamp vs. Your Honor lyrics

You wear the smallest chains in battle rap
Truly, you got the ugliest hype men
Battle rap groupies i heard you rap
You sound like TI with a lil' Boosie
You got the same beard as every
Bad guy in Disney movies
You look like you blame beatin’
Yo' girl on wine coolers
Two minutes? Fuck it
True story, my nigga Brock gotta new gun
He said it's called a "Chris Vet"
The bolt travels down so recoil ain’t a mess
It go from single to
Double to automaticwe test
With an ambidextrous safety for the
Right and the left i said
"Sheesh! It do all that? That's a bet"
But, you know me, out in Richmond
I gotta take the TEC (Tech) he said
"With all these new features and you
Still want the TEC? What's that?!"


It's simple, you can't copy respect
Off top, you ain't get paid that just mean
It ain't worth bein' disrespectful
And catchin’ fades
Cause do you know what happens
To a North Carolina
Nigga who get hit wit’ a 12 gauge? (What?)
Same thing that happens to any other nigga
Who get hit wit' a 12 gauge
His body gon’ be on the stage
But his head gonna fly the heck off
His head gon' be over therebut I'm still
Heretryin' to get his neck off
His neck gonna be over there
But, I’m still here tryin' to
Get his chest off
His chest gonna be over there
But, I'm still here tryin' to
Get the rest off
Broad day, bright and early
Head off like he Shirley with a new 40
But the bitch don't look a day over 30
The clip hold 17 but today over 30
Cause, I'm tryin' to give three
Niggas 10 each like Gurley
Broad day BOOM! I'm in, all kinds of mad
Tommy, Mag, shotty, mask and a body bag
One bedroom so "Where he at?"
I don't gotta ask i slide across the carpet
Poke him and shock his ass
Scalpel to his face, I'm an artist
So I mold his ass

Two in his head while I dance
Forensics say I cloned
The inf' on the Glock
The judge thought we played laser tag
Shit, we was in that
Bitch recreatin' Breaking Bad
Speakin' of Breaking Bad
I dare a devil to try me
And see what the real 'bout
Throw a mansion party
It'll be a Haunting in that Hill House
Laser on this 45? Ahhh
I can't explain it right
Let's just say the beam on this Smith Bright
You can have that Marvel shit
'cause that's what the nerds watch
I pull a DE out a suitcase
The code word? Bird Box stretch an op'
Aim a ceilin' and leave a knot
Moral of that story
We been Netflix and chillin' on the block
Ten toes down I'm stuck
I need permission just to hop
(Bro can I go and get him?)
Yeah you got him Chop
Front door, "Where Swamp at?" "He at work!"
"Whatchu lyin' for?" BLAOW
"Where Swamp at?you takin' too
Much time whore" bLAOW! "Where Swamp at?"
"He leavin' work, but it's kinda far"
If Swamp come home to a swept house
This K? Five star, try 'em out
I'm on the block wit' rocks they eye it out
Catch me postin' at the nearest
Corner like time out what this kind 'bout?
45 fellas when we ride out
He talkin' shit? Well mine'll log all
That shit he talkin' 'bout
Pull up on him like
"You said that in March five counts"
But, I approach DJ Drect then Wild Out
BLAOW! BLAOW! Honor bitch, who playin' now?
Knock him out, knock his bitch out
Then hit the man child
If this man loud, one arm cross the other
The damn growl went from seein' a sham
God to meetin' a Sham Wow i'm grown
Just look at the difference in muscle tone
I'll bury Swamp in a swamp so
He can feel right at home weak nigga

I said Richmond what up? Let's eat
They said the DMV ain't gonna fuck wit'
A country ass nigga like that
Well let's see get ya dinner set
Cause while y'all feastin' I'ma show this
Bitch ass nigga I'm the
Same nigga in real life that
I am on the internet first off
I put in too much fuckin'
Work to be battlin' you told myself
"Fuck a battle this nigga gettin'
Snuffed the fuck out"
Then I thought about it
All the times I sat in the court
Room and couldn't say a motherfuckin' word
This the first time Your Honor
Gettin' cussed the fuck out
Now your last battle with Bear Witnez I had
To bear witness to a dirty ass t-shirt
Ya tank top hangin' out stomach showin'
Ya drawers showin' and a
Pair of fuckin' khaki's
What you out here battlin'
For free or somethin'?
Then yo' dumbass had on a dirty
Ass Redskins quarterback sleeve on
Fuck you thought you was RG3 or somethin'?
But, you from the District
Nigga who gives a shit?
You still a bitch, I'm nice with a gun
My bitch do black magic
What you want a Bullet or some Wizard shit?
Cause you ain't too good
Wit' these mirror matches, i can tell
Look at this nigga here
Shit it give you a different feel
This shit gon' be just like
Fuckin' with a BBW
You guaranteed to get a meal (mil')
Any business of mine I 'tend to it
He took a 40 to the
Head he under the influence
But, I ain't gotta shoot these bitches
I just let the pistol pat his scalp
Like when my bitch weave itchin'
Cause if I shoot you gon'
Get more than grazed
Fuck around and make the morning page
Nigga you corny
Type to take the top off the lamps in
The crib and toss them across the room
Muhfucka just be throwin' shade
You either is or you not 'bout the shit
Don't think just cause you be all
The way in the district I
Won't pull up and hop out
That bitch on yo' street
Drivin' wit' my knee

One hand on the Draco the other one on the
Do' handle ready to hop out that bitch
I'm a grimy fucker
I wit' all of the shit's when
It goes down and under
I love the Cowboys but I
Like New Orleans cause I
Could either be a Saint or a bounty hunter
Every pistol I own blue steel
But the grip all rubbery
You will never catch not one of these
Niggas in my motion of discovery
No why? 'Cause the minute a bitch make a
Motion they gon' have to discover him
Now my grandma tried to stop me on
My way out the do' tellin' me
"I can't believe you gon' miss
Service for a battle
Just to get on stage just to
Prove who the lyin' fraud" i said, "No
Ma'am the Lord sent me on this mission
I'm on my way to Richmond
To give Honor to God" swamp Town!

You said no, no, no one of your mans said
Fuck it, Glock 9
It's the only thing that's been on my mind
Nah I'm lyin'
I do got a question for all the
Fans and the niggas that rhyme
Do y'all mind if I use
His real shit and redefine?
Like for instance
You always think you takin' some
Sorta real nigga rhymin' route
Just because it start with "Have you
Ever" or "What you know about"
That's the only thing you need to sound
Real? Let me try it out
Whatchu know aboutsprinklin' Frosted
Flakes over spaghetti
'cause you can't afford seasons?
Whatchu know about the refrigerator
Light goin' out
So you don't even know whatchu eatin'?
Nigga please
That shit 'bout weaker than yo' songs
Where don't do that where I'm from
'Cause that just puts a bad
Representation on our moms
But bitch niggas like this
Love that kinda shit
Throwin' moms under the bus cause
His clothes ain't fit
Nigga you ate when you was hungry you
Got shots when you was sick
You made it to see 18, after thatthat's it!
What you chose to do wit' yo'
Life as an independent bitch
Can't be defined by the fact
That yo' father wasn't shit
But, it's another notion

They got this other notion that somehow
'cause he grew up without heat
That somehow means he go harder than me
I don't get that
He worse you grew up the bigger
Yo' heart? That shit wack i seen a nigga who
Had nothin'still get bitch-slapped!
I knew a nigga who had it
All still push yo' shit back
I'm talkin' Goonie goons
I swear to God all my niggas go hard
Try and roast me
And I'ma introduce you to the squad
Fame Isiah Thomas
Short and reckless but a lotta effort
Doc Klay Thomp' he pick
Pop then he back protectin'
Bob? Popovich for two reasons
Cause he got aggression
And he don't care if he miss the shot
He just care more 'bout the shot selection
BLAOW! When I lay the smack down
(Smackdown) I ain't watchin' wrestlin'
BLAOW! When my knee hit the ground
I ain't gon' pop the question
BOW! Gimme yo' Glock, forget this lecture
Swamp, damn Bob you ain't tell
Me the bitch was pregnant
Whatchu havin' octoplets? Shit nigga
That's a litter
Let me know if you need a break
I got the perfect babysitter
Don't worry 'bout his background
I bet my life on him
I'll bet the house on him
He gon' take care of these kids for free
I can vouch for him
Stop and warn him, it's an old cat
They don't make 'em this big
You want beef? Then try me
I'm in the steak and rib biz
He gon' try it, say he don't like it
It's too late for this shit
He already gon' be in critical
Make A Wish kid
With a left hook, revolver in his face
This how death look
He went from battle rapper to
Gettin' visit's from Westbrook blaow, blaow
But he ain't know it's Westbrook cause
His vision a lil' fuzzy
Then Paul George walked in behind him like
"Hey little buddy"
Then I come in behind him so
You know it's gettin' ugly
With a new banana clip to keep
The K from gettin' chubby bLAOW!
Break yo' shit in one swing honor nigga

We gotta try the Your Honor shit
You look like you rap about the
Lives of the real niggas in
Yo' city then try to convince us
That they livin' through you no, no, no
You look like you tell people ya family
Members ain't shit when really you just
Be wantin' to borrow money and ain't
Nobody wanna give it to you no, no, no
You look like you still stay
In ya mom's basement
But, you got your own door down there so when
Bitches come and chill you
Just tell 'em, "Look
We just gonna chill in my man cave"
You look like BAOW! Another dumb ass nigga
That'll get shot in his damn face
Cause all that hehe haha comedian shit
I ain't feelin' it bro
So for every knock, knock, it's a pop pop
Now which one of you other
Motherfuckers wanna finish the joke?
Cause nigga this right here
This is where the fun stops
He asked for the fade, and got it
But still got his shit blew
(blue) to the side like Yung Joc
Typical battle rap niggas
Talkin' 'bout guns knowin' they
Ain't got none okay maybe you do
But we know damn well you ain't shot nothin'
Old young ass nigga

Only good for one round gun clicks
Nigga so is this shot gun
And it's murder when it spit's
I feel like Alonzo in Training Day I
Can get surgical with this bitch
Or it's the MAC's firin'
Whole team with 30's to his dome
Extension hangin' off the side of
His shit like Mackk Myron
I ain't wit' all the exchangin' words
I ain't wit' all the arguin' dummy
I used to pullin' up with the
Cans out or the hands out
Quicker than a nigga borrowin' money
You better ask 'bout me down there
Bro, I bet they tell you
"Don't start wit' dude he'll spark a tool
He a son of a gun and he a
(he'll) pop just like his father do
That motherfucker be catchin' bodies
But never no casesbitch
Cause this revolver do
Now let me talk to you
You look pure sickening
Last round your breath was
Horrible you need Listerine
You play with me I'ma grip the thing
The drum stick
(drumstick) will leave 'em all flat like
Most bitches like they chicken wings
This can go however the fuck you want
I can beat the fuck outta
Ya dirty filthy ass, bare hands no strap
Or I can shoot a nigga fitted off from
A 100 yards with a rifle no cap
Cause you one of them niggas that's
Only loud in a quiet room
But me, I'm a silent goon
I don't mind, everything about me action
I even start my conversations
Off with "Aight BOOM"
So fuck ya honor, ya pride, ya dignity
Cause where we from that shit "Mini Compton"
Guns? Plenty options leg shot Diddy boppin'
Chest shot he Milly rockin'
This little black bitch will get Smack'd
White let's get it poppin'!

You saidnah one of your mans said
Fuck it, Glock 9
Nah I'm playin' this time, it
Worked in the second
I don't need it to work in the third my mind
Listen up, the word of the day is "money"
It's also the root to all evil
But, it's also the root to all happiness
So you know a nigga goin' to break even
I suggest you don't sell your soul for
This money, but don't be no dummy
But don't be greedy
Cause protecting yourself and protecting
Your wealth ain't easy
That's something- you can take that
Back to South Carolina
Anywho, if I run in yo' house!
If I run in yo' house? Just stay 'sleep
It's no need to fake bruh
Cause that'll only get you taped up
And get yo' bitch face fucked play wit' us
If you happen to be woke and I walk in
Just point me to the safe bruh
And go back to sleep cause we gon' get what
We came forand be gone before you wake up
I promise
Boy, we been out here poppin' them pistols
If you love yo' mama, don't make her miss you
You got a problem with Honor or issue
You best take it back, that problem a rental
Your bitch come to my house
With a box full of tissues
Cause she knows she catchin' some missiles
She know it spit like it's cripple
We don't convict, we the criminal
We do that shit, y'all didn't do
Fuckin' yo bitch, it's gettin' loose
You flinch, you get hit wit' two
If you snitch, you be missin' too
I'll fuck around, split his roof
Knock him out, chip his tooth
100 round, different move
One gettin' stuck in yo' chest
Other gettin' through
I'll have him and him kill you and you
I wasn't even supposed to make it out
What are the odds, pure savagery
The whole time believin' in God
BLONG BLONG! In his backseat
I get rid of his mom then finish him
With a silverback OW AH OW AH! You an op'
OW AH! Nigga
It's the last bar to show you what I'm about
Moral of the story, you'se an op'
If you gave me the safety pin and a piece
Of string and put me in a box
For 24 straight hoursi'll come
Out with a Glock! Honor nigga!

Look, look
I said I been trippin' real bad lately
Feelin' like my people been turnin' on me and
Feelin' like I don't need my bitch
Not trustin' a motherfuckin' thing
Sometimes I even stab my cereal
Before I eat my shit
Now when it came to the streets
I didn't ask to be in 'em
Neither did I volunteer for this
Are you hearin' this?
I learned to work the keys
Listening to the OG's
Like when you play music by ear and shit
Now instead of that
Instead of streets I should've
Stuck to playin' ball
Scouts tellin' me there wasn't a
Peak for my limit
But, I still became a serious shooter
I'm just learnin' to start enjoyin'
The shit like Kawhi Leonard
I got rid of all of the no
Good muhfuckas tryin' to ruin the team
I told my last bitch, "Look
It's a hole in the mattress in other
Words I see you in the spring"
Cause where I come from
Nigga be watchin' ya food long before you
Even get to make a plate
The streets, my debit card
Both had my name on 'em
And an expiration date
Growin' up with nothin' had me runnin' up on
Niggas takin' everything they got to offer
I mean runnin' all through muhfuckas shit
Like black people do in the doctor's office
I came in this bitch with the
Same pistol I started wit'
Even saved the last bullet
For the motherfucker
That get on my last patience
I got faith in this bitch like
I got faith in my whip

When the E light on and I'm
Drivin' past all the gas stations
So if it's beef don't talk to me
I'll spark the heat had a tool talkin' the
Kickback like Mike Jack'
Got a nigga Moonwalkin'
Now that shit was basic, I'll admit it
Plus I'm talkin' 'bout catchin' a body
Yeah I repent it
But it was a code for the next nigga that
Think he may kill I might jack son
(Michael Jackson)
I'll be back slidin' wit' it
In this battle rap shit
Y'all might not believe it but I'm
The new man in this
You disagree? Cannon's lift
Grippin' two pounds
Like when you arguin' witcha bitch and you
Know she got hands and shit
Cause wit' this shit I'm too comfortable
And you was just a Lunchable
I was always taught to cover my own ass
Like if you say "grace" I
Say one right after you
Just in case God don't fuck witchu
Now I got niggas talkin' 'bout
They gon' pull up
(Like that ain't a bad plan or something)
I ain't givin' a chance
I kicked in the door
Him and his mom in the kitchen eatin' seafood
I bend the corner, he like
"Where you came from? I ain't seen you"
I upped the pistol he like
"Swamp I told you whatever problems
We had I ain't
Mean to i put that on my mama"
Pointed the gun at that bitch like, "Me too"