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[Intro: Eminem & Royce Da 5’9″]
I’ve always looked at battle rap as competition or war, and the main objective is to destroy, completely fucking obliterate your opponent by saying anything and everything, whatever the fuck you can, to get a reaction from the crowd. So nothing’s off limits
I need you to spit that lyrical miracle… in the swimming pool

[Verse 1]
Before this kicks off, let me set my balls in this tees
‘Cause I’m dottin’ i’s every time I cross one of these
There’s not a redeeming quality at all in me
It’s impossible, seems like an implausible dream
Positive clean thoughts intervene
But they’re all either altered and mean
Assault and demean, tossed and they’re being lost in the scheme
Squashed in-between a brainwashing machine
Like an Islamic regime, a jihadist extreme radical
Suicide bomber that’s seeing
Ariana Grande sing her last song of the evening
And as the audience from the damn concert is leaving
Detonates the device strapped to his abdominal region
I’m not gonna finish that, for obvious reasons
But bring your dogs, I’ma muzzle ’em
I’m not Middle Eastern but I’ll make a bitch Raqqa hijab
And at least a extra large in the T-shirt
Headscarf and a piece of tarp underneath the carpet, hasta la vista
I go Hamas on the beats to a paradox on the beach
And a pair of crotchless underwear on a terrorist watch list
Gettin’ head in the sand like an embarrassed ostrich
Professional shit sprayer
Bitch watch who you talkin’ to, like Apple wristwear
Endangered species in this ABC shit a bit scarce
Prey’s decreasing, I face extinction like disc players
Told this chick she’s hot as Jada Pinkett
And just stared ’til I made her think it
Said, “Maybe we should just get married.”
She’s facing me, I placed my feet with my hips square
Tell her, “Turn around,” spread her legs for me, then I hit bare
Leave her stretched out like a baby T-shirt on Ric Flair
As I ripped her, anal beads in a split rear
Spray Febreze in the chick’s hair
Make her wheeze tryna get air
I played for keeps, there’s no escaping me, I have a bitch scared
And chained to me, and throw away the key
And she’ll be so afraid to leave
That even if she ends up breaking free she’ll just sit there
Tryin’ to scrape up enough courage and strength to get up
It’s impossible like rapin’ a slut
We stay butt-naked and fuck
You’re close, wait for you, what?
My idea, you comin’ too, it’s waking you up
With smelling salts after I Quaalude your cup
That’ll straighten you up if you try to stray like a pup
Hate to get bogged down in details
But bitch, I’m like the dog pound with females
My brain is corrupt, real life, Hillside Strangler
I strangle a skank’s neck ’til it’s triangular
Shape but it’s upside down, and my mouth ain’t gonna shut
And mention me in your raps if it makes you a buck
Or helps you rake in the duckets, I want payment in pub
‘Cause I ain’t tryna get in your bars like I’m waiting the club
But if you put me in your lines, I’m takin’ a cut

[Verse 2]
Get a million writers inside of a room combined in it
Try to get every idea of every possible line to spit
Every punchline, every combination that rhymes with it
Bitch, a whole team can’t see me, there’s no i’s in it
Head so big, I shot myself ten times in it
Tryna commit suicide in it, took five minutes
And I survived this shit
Someone’s gonna challenge me, who?
Battle me and win, that’s a fucking fallacy too
You name one motherfucker in this galaxy, *spits*, reality
You fantasy, rally your troops, try to boost the morale
Only time I start a movement’s a bowel
I can’t even give a “yeah” or a “woo” when you rap in the booth
Not even a “nah” or a “boo”
‘Cause even though I’m allergic to the crap that you spew
When I’m ’bout to break out, I don’t mean get a rash from it too
‘Cause when I say I have allergies, I actually do
But that’s just an analogy, I’ve never had a reaction to you

[Verse 3]
Creature from the Black Lagoon
I reach up and I smack the moon
You’re grief struck that I’m back so soon
Your teacher for this afternoon
Creep up with a pack of hoodlums
We pack a punch like Capri Sun
Heat tucked like we each snuck in a submachine gun
We stuck in a submarine bun, with a bag of shrooms
Cup of lean up in the padded room
Justin Bieber in a Catholic school
Selling dust and reefer when your back is to him
Don’t adjust your speaker
I’ll cuss the stripes off of a fuckin’ zebra when I’m at the zoo
Huffin’ cleaner ’til I gag from fumes
Fuck Christina with a plastic spoon
While I bump some G-Funk and blast some Snoop
‘Cause her double g-cups are massive, huge!
It’s fun for me just to grab a boob
Plus my penis got an attitude
My fuckin’ Weiner’s in a combative mood
Come and suck a mean one like it’s mad at you
I speak tongue and cheek, what you asslicks do
‘Cause you love to eat butt, it’s sad but true

[Verse 4]
I just sprung a leak suddenly
What I think in my gut instinct become in sync
My thoughts and my stomach link up with each other
Ink touches the pad, then boom!
Since the day Dre gave me beats, I was made elite
That’s basically what makes me me
Creating stink, ’til these tats are fading ink
Who’s the greatest? Think we’re still debating, wink
ADD, and better put out an APB
‘Cause it’ll take LAPD and me layin’ in the street
For you to see Shady beat
And I’ll bet ya they’d need cleats
‘Cause I’d have to be stomped by forty men to suffer a defeat
I pray please Jesus to make me decent
Inhaling the main ingredient of pain relievers, and saline
I take three Aleves, tryna break these fevers, I’m ailing
I stay free of divas and ladies screamin’
‘Cause they keep schemin’ on me
Vading keepin’ the women at bay
Like Laci Peterson, baby fetuses
Legs and feet have been weighted, chained in semen
It’s straight demon—and wait!
Even if it takes meat cleavers to make believers
Mistake-free schemes are enablin’ me to remain deviant
Breakbeat, eat her like steak meat
Emcees take seats like AMC theaters
Deranged ringleader, depraved king
Who mainstream media hates
Which makes things easier, still under scrutiny
Villainous smooth criminal, livin’ room
With the nude Reese Witherspoon
Who was bruised, beat with a broom
It’s in two pieces, and lays deceased in it
Bit with a chewed leash, and his chain-link leapin’ it
Live in the booth, shave, eat, bathe, drink, sleep in it
R-A-P bleed the shit, still and I poop, pee it
It’s a spillage, a sewage leak, waste deep feces
The syllables ooze fecal, they feel like renewed leases
‘Cause my brain releases ’em

[Verse 5]
Like waste excretion, it’s simultaneously
As I’m givin’ these fools grief, they’re feelin’ the blues
‘Cause even if stealin’ my shoes, thieves
Just to fill ’em’s a huge feat
A hill and it’s too steep
Obey these demons, we’re still in cahoots
Keep feedin’ me blank sheets
As soon as I sink these teeth
And I’m killin’ the loose leaf
Time to shake these trees again
Wait, make that phrase repeat again
Killin’ the loose leaf, shake these trees again
Get the rake, but it ain’t me leavin’ ’em

[Verse 6]
Vicodins, new prints, I bite them and chew them
The whites and the blues mixed with nitrus balloons
And I like to sniff gluesticks, put Ricin on toothpicks
On the mic I’m just ruthless, a crisis, a nuisance
Who I influence I give two shits
If they wanna license my music to entice with
Then use the shit like it’s the blueprint for ISIS recruitment

[Verse 7]
Excuse me while I stare into space for a few
In a daze or haze, glazed over, crazed warp loon
Mental cased off, always had a straight-forward view
But you bozos keep givin’ the flamethrower fuel
No one’s ever sank lower, shrewd, and way more rude
Beast-mode like a lawn-mower blade rolled thru it
And this has little to do with bein’ gay, boy
It’s just where the wordplay’s goin’
But ain’t much I can say or do
‘Cause ain’t no excuse, the way I go at you {censored}
You say I’m always screw-faced
So if I look your way, you’re screwed
‘Cause if looks could kill, I could start a hate-war too
‘Cause I’d murder you straight bitches by turnin’ the gaze on you

[Verse 8]
Let’s take it back before the tightly-worn pants
To the Nike, Jordan, hats
The stripe Lee’s, Jordache, and the white tees
Lightning storms might be formed fast
Such a frightening forecast!
But when you’re slightly hoarse, rasp
From the cyphering or-gasp, but still reciting your raps
While you’re tightening your grasp around the mic ’cause you done shitted on it so much, you’re always reminded of your past
‘Cause your heiny’s sore, that’s
‘Cause you still haven’t finished fuckin’ wiping your ass
From the night before last
No good, but rap somethin’ I’m too-good-for-my-own-good at
Fuck adulthood, I’m a grown-up brat
Where your cojones at? Mine are always being rode, in fact:
They’re frozen, you ever seen a cul-de-sac?
So big they fell out my scrotum, I just sowed ’em back

[Verse 9]
Dick so long, need a shoulder-strap
For that, gotta unroll it and fold it back
So difficult to wrap in the pro-filactic, it overlaps it
So I pack a Trojan so fat, when I lay it flat it’s like a yoga mat
Make a bitch think she’s in aerobics class
The bear you don’t wanna poke its back
The backbone of rap, your fuckin’ lead singles are my bonus tracks
When I appear, my peers stop
Hearts fall in their stomach, their spirits drop
Careers flop, their gears lock, severe shock
Fear at the mere thought
Lyrics are top-tier, I’m so high at the top
I’m in the sky when I talk
Bitch, I’m so fly when I walk, my ears pop

[Outro]
Oh, and I’m just playin’ ladies, you know I love you
I got a idea for a line

[Intro]
Here’s a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheel

[Chorus]
Poor Tom, seventh son
Always knew what was going on
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom

[Verse 1]
Worked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreaming of the day
He could turn and say

[Chorus]
Poor Tom, work is done
Been lazing out in the noonday sun
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom

[Verse 2]
His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she would play
When Tom was out of town
She could not keep her dress down

[Chorus]
Poor Tom, seventh son
Always knew what was going on
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom

[Verse 3]
And so it was one day
People got to Annie Mae
Tom stood, a gun in his hand
And stopped her running around

[Chorus]
Poor Tom, seventh son
Gotta die for what you have done
All those years of work are thrown away
To ease your mind is that all you can say?

[Outro]
But what about that grandson on your knee?
Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me

Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom
Ain’t nothing that you can hide from Tom

Hey
Keep-a truckin’
Keep-a truckin’
Hey

[Sample]
Used to be a dreamer
Dreamin’ of a fire

[Verse 1]
Uh, my mama used to pray that she’d see me in Yale
It’s fucked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my judge black don’t wanna see me do well
It’s either that or black people for sale
Gave me two to four years like, “Fuck your life, meet me in hell”
And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider
Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin’ us
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya
Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
This where the so-called “real niggas” sweeping up for cupcakes
And that’s your phone time, if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t online
Hey call your son, call your daughter just to wish them more prime
Oh God, don’t let them streets get a hold of ’em
Your daughter fuckin’ now, it’s gon be a cold summer
Your son trapping now and your homie giving nose to him
And if he fuck that paper up, he puttin’ holes through him
And you just wanna make it home, so you can show it to him
And them people ain’t finna give no parole to ya
They want blood, we all hangin’ with a noose on our neck
Marcelli mom just died, he wanna use my collect
And he won’t make it to the wake unless he give ’em a check
We still niggas though, what you expect?

[Chorus]
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy 20 times when they could’ve told him just freeze
Could’ve put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe
That’s what the old lady said when she screamed
This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And in the 13th amendment, it don’t say that we kings
They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing
They told Kaep’ stand up if you wanna play for a team
And all his teammates ain’t saying a thing (Stay woke)
If you don’t stand for nothing, you gon’ fall for something
And in the 60’s, if you kneeled, you’d prolly be killed
But they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled
Check it, and they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled

[Chorus]
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

[Verse 3]
How many times you send me to jail to know that I won’t fail
Invisible shackles on the king, ’cause shit, I’m on bail
I went from selling out arenas, now shit, I’m on sale
Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my freedom
Almost made me hate my people
When they label you felon, it’s like they telling you they not equal
11 years going to court knowing they might keep you or drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
I’m on a jail card, trying to explain it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice, and that’s a maybe
Trauma

[Chorus]
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It’s a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil’ fish, uh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
‘Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin’ too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain’t no stopping me
Talk on the ‘net, don’t apply to me
I can’t be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon’ slide for me
All that talk, that’s cap, nigga
Y’all be soundin’ like cops to me
Layin’ on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain’t no robbin’ me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don’t wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can’t fuck with these niggas (Fuck ’em)
But I still send ’em my love (Yeah)
I ain’t gotta trap no more (No)
I’ma just give ’em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I’m not cuffin’ these thots (No)
You ain’t gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have ’em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin’ back to back, huh

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin’ my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin’ that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin’ her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin’ to say
See ’em, it’s nothin’ to talk about (Nothin’)
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin’ smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer ’cause honestly I’ve just been makin’ ’em hot (Yeah)
I’m not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it’s on sight, see me, he ain’t do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I’m doin’ her dirty (Dirty)
Don’t even know what I’m in it for (I don’t)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I’m fuckin’ her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin’ to get to first place (First place)
We don’t pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

[Verse 1]
I bury you niggas in money
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money shit new to you
You get my chain, I don’t want it back
You wear that shit while they viewing you
I’m in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I’m in a Lam
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, start popping them bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for totin’ these semis
And puttin’ these bad bitches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin’ this cheddar
Ain’t going out bad when I’m in the city

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fuckin’ amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 2]
I don’t got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad bitches waiting in line
That pussy good, I’ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it’ll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain’t gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a fuckin’ chaser, I’ma fuck her later
But I really can’t make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin’ like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin’ that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I’m gettin’ top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin’ spaghetti

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 3]
Ain’t no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it’s all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can’t get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole ‘nother level, they ain’t on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
Fuck is you tellin’ me? (Tellin’ me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Really got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin’ where your ho at
I’m from the north side of Philly my niggas will really send shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that’s helpin’ your hood got depressed when you hear you can’t go back (Whoo)

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin’ no slack (Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave