counter productive - rahney vs. everybody knows lyrics
[verse 1: everybody knows]
ask me if i give a f-ck about a hat
ask me if i give a f-ck about a rap
ask me if i give a f-ck about thots
recently i just don’t give a f-ck about a box
last night i was like “i finally finished my rounds, i’ma drill it tomorrow
to maximize time spent swimming in my river of sorrow”
at botz 8 mickey’s bravado was too much of a commitment to follow
so at botz 9 they brought me the actual king of the ronalds
because, you talk that clown sh-t, that’s a ronald statement
i oughta take all your payment
godforsaken economic cave-in on that ronald reagan
my last battle i battled a, tweaker that’s kabbalah-waving plus a leader of a congregation
today it’s a doctor’s cadence-having felon who thinks the anunnaki made him
last battle you lost to reverse, my dub’s reverse live size
last rumble i cooked the beef, i got some burnt five guys
your facial features will diverge like vehicles at turnpike signs
when i rock him in his forehead and leave his third eye blind
when it was rahn against reverse it was like rahn, but in reverse
because that’s ‘nhar,’ which is the answer to if he won against reverse
you got eked out in the second, you got bodied in the first
and you only prospered in the third due to quant-ty of words
but word
but that shirt, with the red patches, mixed with the blue [?]
plus the sungl-sses, making you like anderson .paak if his family moved a lot
some kids on youtube thought that i influenced you a lot
i don’t think so but let me throw my clone across the stage like noob saibot, i’m in a future spot
my gps sounds like how future talk, i cruise the block
just to say “rahn please” like how abusers talk
doing iv tai chi at high speeds with the cruises locked
so don’t ask me why i ain’t satisfied i haven’t died, that’s how you lose the plot
i’m ’bout to incite some new mexican nerd rage
because i know your city’s preferred name and i’ma pr-nounce it in the worst way
this is like dry rice for the birdbrains
because, i’m cold, with that chopper, when i give your city the ‘brrrr’ k
cortez voice, ‘wordplay’
[verse 1: rahney]
so when they booked this battle someone had to nerve to
say i didn’t deserve you
i’m like “sh-t i opened up my third eye, you still working on ya’ first two”
and you gon’ need help if they don’t want me to hurt you
you better hope pat and they back up like they trying to burp you
i got ya’ b-tch, wit’ my seeds, on her beak, like it’s bird food
you only here, ’cause you’re the plug, avo gets all his shirts through
but since it’s popping i’m checking for son like a curfew
ratchets cl!cking on the block like the b-tches that curve you
yeah they talking ’bout rahney in colloquialisms
like you’re up to take over no colonialism
so if you ever notice me squinting that’s ’cause the young third eye’s straining from the focus and vision
so, basically i look like you sometimes
and you look like that asian kid everybody knows from that one time
yeah, you ain’t got the juice with them hawaiian punchlines
this a surf n’ turf war so we’ll see what’s at stake when it’s lunchtime
i’m just wondering how thin his bifocals can get
someone hand me a shoestring to blindfold him with
you don’t be choking, you just don’t be memorizing ya’ sh-t
that’s why you undercard like a ring girl sign holder b-tch
but i do dig how you look like you can live forever that’s awesome dog
they say black don’t crack but polynesian look polished off
you look like moana but talk like madonna dog
if n-ggas who act white are uncle tom’s then you’re a uncle tamatoa
[verse 2: everybody knows]
let me just replay the races to relate to the equation
polynesian stay prestiging but asian don’t abrasion
you wanna talk some sh-t like “ahh i’m fighting colonialism”
yeah you do a great f-cking job of that every time you go in the system bro
so you like to sell red hats to kids that say they’re colorblind
with underlying southern pride and cousin-wives
whoever the hat fits though
you’re tryna line up these chips over these squares rahney that’s the bingo
but there’s, dangerous irony in your symbol
your target market of white skin tones
they’re all thinking ‘go back to africa,’ you got chappelle syndrome
you got flexfits, mesh lids, hats on that red tip
but your profits never get collected
’cause you got ten kids and you gotta keep ’em fresh it-
wait let me amend the sentence
you don’t got ten kids
you did like ten bids in the pen since your very first order from ali express shipped
so it was all for what?
f-ck the tough sh-t, you don’t even buck sh-t
people told me you don’t keep track of your parking tickets, you be going to jail for dumb sh-t
rahney, you got no drama, just ho drama
say i look like moana?
that was actually a written but i’m freestyling so it’s no problem
you’re the show but also the showstopper
you get locked up a whole lot but don’t wanna
’cause whenever you’re in there they’re bouncing b-lls off your head like the harlem globetrotters
you’re a soap-dropper, i do my c0ke with the opana
battle rap politics, i don’t wanna
just a bunch of b-tches b-tching ’bout b-tches being b-tches like a lesbian soap opera
i’m so proper
i’ma read the f-ck outta you, like you’re a known author
but i don’t know this author so even in burque it’s f-ck this kid, no madasa
the flow is lava, so watch where you’re walking your walk
i will put any op tryna skin-walk in a wok
photoshop with the glock, leave your third ocular cropped
then i’ll have your head cracking like a popular spot
[verse 2: rahney]
sho’nuff to sho’ you’re right
i’m bruce leroy with the golden light
i will, toast you, ghost you and then roast ya’ poltergeist
an, atheist to jehovah’s life
i don’t care if everybody knows is nice
i ain’t been tryna peep ek since goldeneye
you look like where you from you take your shoes off to go outside
rocking that ‘if robo was a hobo’ style with so much pride
i’m dressed to k!ll, in dress clothes you tony jaa
that’s ong-bak so i should throw these bows and fold his tie
who let you out the house looking like fredo as a lego?
tila tequila in play clothes
johnny depp in rango
you los faces feo but my homies look like danny trejo
no dna though i can get that machete to spray homes
and yo’ b-tch got hurricane head-game, we call her tsunami slurp
the brain storming
and i’m real life django with the slave owners with the takeover
i will nicolas cage razor blade your face off and flip your face over
put a mill’ on it i’ll, heat up that trey like a plate-warmer
everybody say he cook, then get booked and start serving up slop
tryna ride your microwave or just stir in a pot
my cl-ss clown me for working too smart, now the nerd is the boss
they should call me ice [?] cube the way i’m working the block
and how you been, battling for thirty years and still rap like a robot?
you have the delivery of a crow giving a bl-wj-b
being go will leave a dough spot wit’ a nose full of cold snot
’cause, high is how i get by, aloha
[verse 3: everybody knows]
when i f-cked up in that last round i felt as safe as it could get
you are scared of choking the way your chain is scared of your neck
on reality, how can it be this is a travesty
i’m just taking up these two bars to f-cking show you what could have been from the b nasty free
yo listen red hat, you need to dead that, forget that
no angryfan, when i send caps they change your name to lead hat
you can’t help but feel it like an empath, bet that
when we did that watch live we had to save you from the death traps
the web chat, had your forehead bunching up like mad illz’s neck fat
it made me get mad
i had to give my seat to cody and take a step back
’cause the whole internet’s running a train on rahney and i can’t even get a text back
don’t regret that
rahney, you were there for my laugh n stalk battle, the mice are back
i open up my favorite like mama duck-flavored f-cking noodles and their t–th have already sliced the pack
i seen how you live, i admire that you try to stack
you like to snap
but the mice in my house, bite every pouch of white cheddar kraft for twice the mac’s
so you need thrice the macs i say facts
any cats that you bring to try to clap, i provide the straps
and it’s united till it’s 93 tiny t–th coming to take your eyes and that
if all the gangs in the world unified, they would still die when the mice attacked
over this life of rap, so go tell your motherf-ckers if they’re ready to die for that
even without my dogs around me, i said a calm surrounds me
wait hold up, that’s the wrong battle, that’s the wrong surroundings
you look like you sleep in your car, you got honda housing
if you get in my sp-ce i kick this b-tch in the face
i show this rahn da’ rowsey
and you know what, i must’ve forgotten something somewhere along the line
’cause i wouldn’t pull out this card unless it was the right f-cking time
but f-cking, let’s take a look at this gift card, this sh-t’s hard
it’s all purpose, it’s completely blank, you could spit bars
you could be like yo: “i’m happy for your birth, i’m sorry for your death
i’m happy for your graduation but i’m sorry that you left
i’m happy you have a sibling, i’m happy you have a pet”
you can put this sh-t all- i don’t know where i was going with this
but, anyway…..
getting on my -ss like this doesn’t happen often
i just saved you from having to battle daniel blackton at botz 10
[verse 3: rahney]
you look like one of the blackstreet puppets from the video in no diggity
think [?] in inception the way i live the dream
you better eat a mushroom cloud before you trip with me or catch 25 bucks for them k’s, like a christmas ring
yeah, the black power ranger back with the botz
i’m morphed in and i need a wh0r- b-tch ’cause i’m looking for more head than lord zedd
i will tongue-f-ck your b-tch
lift her box with my palate like a forklift
then she’ll get cut off from being ’round my d-ck like foreskin
but if it’s war i’m reaching for it beforehand, and flying off the hammer like thor with the norse wind
more remorseful when the fours are forced into ya’ forehead, it’s-
i’ll get over it ’cause it’s better to forget what your four give
that’s right you f-cking fried rice c-nt
i bet your f-cking favorite movie is eyes wide shut
please don’t go home and try my stunts
they give me weirdos so i play them odds and try my luck
yeah it’s, 505 for you f-ckboy
that’s, cartel with the drug wars
narcos like a gun store
open carry with the gun law
no register needed for the purchase like there was a self-checkout at the gun store
2015, i was on the run shaking a tail
2018, san jose making some mail
when i got out they said battle rap wasn’t paying too well
but i guess all them days in jail made me great with sales
and knock knock
(“who’s there?”)
yup, n0body’s there
’cause everybody knows everybody knows but n0body cares
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