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grind time now – okwerdz vs t-rex lyrics

round 1

(t-rex)

they told me not to come to grind time, it was biased
but they hate me everywhere so i said f-ck it, ima try it
con, they put me in front of this astronaut, named brian that i didn’t eat last year cause i was on a diet
he can’t tell bout people that’s dyin’, but he could tell you how many light years it take for a sp-ce shuttle to get to zion
this geek look like a professor in science, a r-t-rded quarterback for the giants
that’s 29 and a half years old and get an allowance
it ain’t a gangsta bone in his body, nowhere
he still can’t have company in his house without his folks there
if he’s a wrestler, i’ll spin in the crowd and throw chairs
if he was a wrestler, he’ll blow n-ggas in the crowd and wear gold hair
i could tell he’s a wannabe tough dude, tapes of him b-tt naked in lush room
and blamed it on all the ecstasy pills and the mushrooms
my punchlines make peoples’ eyes swell
you don’t even rhyme well, all you do is scream, whine, cry, yell
and they laugh, cause you (resind?) them of seinfeld
flow and delivery, what i’m all about
breakin’ n-ggas down to pieces, ars, i’m the slaughterhouse
money, don’t f-ck with murders, ortiz, whatchu frontin’ for?
give me a crooked i, these 5 9s will knock ya buddens off
my peoples looked at my like “rex, what the guns is for?”
you better off with a gl-ss of milk, this n-gga m-ffin soft
i’m like “of course, but i love it when the heat is workin'”
long clip, keep spittin’ like a t–thless person
he ain’t got no street credibility, he ain’t even worth it
he wouldn’t wave a firearm if his sleeve was burnin’
now it’s time for you to get exposed, his face is already red so we know that he a clown
all he missin is the nose, he already got on an outfit and them stupid -ss shoes
since you stupid, ima start rappin’ stupid, like you
i’ll step on your spine ’till your back starts to break…(waits for crowd to settle down)
i’ll step on your spine ’till your back starts to break
then throw hurricanes at you, till ya earth starts to quake
then i’ll take your remains, and throw ’em in a lake
now, what’s that sh-t on the side of your face?
it could talk, this thing really could talk, it was hollerin’ at his mother
to be honest, lush… this sh-t by my ear is the father to his little brother
and look, i just got a phone call from his mother
it went “hi, t-rex, i know that you’re black. i got a son named brian, and you know that he raps
i’ll give ya whole crew the head, you let him spit on a track
i already f-cked tech n9ne, and kool g rap
but wait, i already f-cked tech n9ne, and kool g rap, wait…lemme take off this godd-mn hat
you think you gon’ beat me wearin’ some sh-t like that?
you think you could defeat me wearin’ some sh-t like that?
n-gga i’ll pull out big guns, that’ll make that stupid -ss hat run….easy…harlem, b-tch!

(okwerdz)

after ducking all year now that he’s here i get it/
he wasn’t scared on no fear of death sh-t, he just needed 9 months cuz his ear was pregnant/
i said one line about you, i thought this guy’d ignore it/
but he did a racist blog with all types of horse sh-t/
look, this mawf-cka did 11 minutes long, plus a live performance/
and had the nerve to say that i’m riding your d-ck?/
n0body here is clappin for yo bars/
they just wanna see you get smashed with a crowbar cuz you’re a bigger f-ggot than solar/
your on a m-ssive losing streak, math jus chewed this geek/
if this was smack then you would be, the black illusion z/
so no hypin em gt, hes tryin to cheat me/
hes been writin for 9 months i been writin for 3 weeks/
look, look, ay, shut the f-ck up, you’re not so monstrous and vicious, according to fossils that there diggin/
tyrannosaurus has more in common with, an ostrich or a pigeon/
so when hes duckin me hes just followin tradition/
cuz the t-rex eventually evolves into a chicken/
and ya visions based on movement, that’s too d-mn easy/
cuz im making moves, but you can’t see me/
so take yo b-tch -ss right back to the forest/
f-ck a t-rex we have a the saurus/
but he thinks hes here touring, and recording cuz hes sickly/
till he gets to the spot where hes preforming and its empty/
goons wearing masks start swarming with the ciggys/
and deport em from the city like e40 did to biggie/
shut up
and i’m a n0body’s whats hes telling to his peers/
but till i gave attention to this queer, he’d been irrelevant for years/
a skeleton, its evident, and never been as clear/
i resurrected your career just by mentioning your ear/

round 2

(t-rex)

i’m from where you get n-ggas hammered, you know hammered, like slumped
he’s from where you get n-ggas hammered, you know hammered, like, drunk
i’m from where you ride up and spray lead
the toughest thing he ever did was smashin’ a beer can with his head
i’m from where you ride up and let eights off
and he’s from where you ride up….ramps on skateboards
he hate girls, his father is into g-y p-rn
on halloween i heard he had a ru paul cape on
now of course, what makes him think he could rhyme with rex?
i’m built, only thing he ever kilt, was a irish dress
you a baller? i’m the refs, i whistle there goes the tech
no football at all but bullets thrown at ya chest
it don’t make your raps no harder cause ya face turn red
cause the people that don’t know you, they might think you was dead
now the word around stockton? that they hate you to death
they don’t respect you, they neglect you, they think you a fed
now when i turned to dizaster, you know the things that he said?
“f-ck all the rumors you hear about okwerdz cause he’s great in the bed”
now…now..i hear that’s your man, and supposed to be close with ’em
but lush, that don’t mean he should be freestylin’ and lockin’ himself in the vault with ’em
come out the closet, you n-ggas g-y, everybody know ya’all frontin’
ya’all be slappin’ each other on the -ss like “good game” and ain’t n0body playin’ nothin!??
n-gga that’s disgustin’! you b-tch, you f-g, you h0m-, you dweeb
that take pills, that pop e, pcp, sheesh, he f-ckin’ with more drugs than duane reade
now this n-gga done lost to who? iron, hollow, arsonal
difference is, i got iron, and hollows, in my -rs-nal
i understand iron and arsonal, but that n-gga hollow is horrible
this ain’t the panthers versus the klan
this ain’t kobe against nash
this is not white against black, or grindtime against smack
this is real against fake, this is me against that
it’s about a n-gga that’s a legend, against a n-gga, that was ehhhh
i’m a vet, i k!ll n-ggas on cameras and sh-t
and he’s a vet, he be dealin’ with hamsters and sh-t
i be lookin’ at girls’ -ss, he look at little girls’ pampers and sh-t, that don’t make you a man, you a b-tch
i want that power and respect, you sneak in my bathroom i’m in that shower with the tech
i k!ll him downtown with the powder and the wet
i’m a wild farmer, wearin’ the farmer and the vest
i promise i’m the best, i hit ’em with the llama it’ll knock ’em down the steps
don’t be arguin with rex, b-tch on the strip ya dome get split
one in his chest make him fold like a phone that flip
silencer was on the front, he never heard it spit
i murked his -ss…he still think he on phone with sprint
i came here to f-ck up the crime rate, now he don’t know who takin’ him out, it feel like a blind date, easy

(okwerdz)

you can’t beat ok imma heat rock slumpin em dead/
why my battling an ewok with a reebok pump on his head?/
so now you pop off and you the top dog in a range/
but where the f-ck was the dot mob when u got robbed for ya chain?/
u told me you gangsta, with the most glocks in america/
but when math called him out he said “its not in my character”/
you wouldn’t popped a shot with a derringer, d-mn hes a frail nerd/
on tracks hes a jailbird, but in real life randy’s a male nurse/
so you ain’t c-cking a shotty, only time he ever caught him a body/
is when a patient fainted in the hospital lobby/
and its comical, all the time that you spend in a hospital/
it never dawned on you, to maybe get that baby c-ck removed?/
at work they probably make em wear a band aid over it/
but you need to put a m-th-f-ckin lamp shade over it/
u kno who told me the hospital sh-t is true?/
here b-tch ill give a clue, the snitch is in your crew/
this is f-ggot disposal, snapping i’m postal/
ill smash and expose you like math was supposed to/
and every mook battle y’all behind em like some peasants/
reciting every sentence, and hyping like some yes men/
so don’t try to say that were biased for a second/
your the reason the that word d-ck rider was invented/
like f-ck serius jones we crushed you easy/
then mook turns to em like, the f-ck you mean we?
and if you taught him so much about battling/
then why in the f-ck are u stuck in his shadow then?/
i think that thing was probably put there to remind you how bad its been/
for murda mook to have something attached to him/

round 3

(t-rex)

ima be…everybody know i’m kickin’ his -ss, so it don’t matter what he say already
and how the crowd feel in ya hometown, cause i got paid already
he say my name in his last two battles so you know he respect me
but it never made me mad cause he never impress me
then he had the nerve to say what he’ll do if he catch me
then what did he do when he catch me? not a d-mn thing
fifth so strong it d-mn near tore a (hamspring?)
had to learn to shoot from my right till my left hand spring
dot mob, b-tch, i started my own campaign
i’m aimin’ for his brows, it get popped like champagne
whatchu think i came all the way to oakland not to get off?
for you to beat me, you gon’ need a bed from rick ross, the outfit from kriss kross
lil’ kim’s lip gloss, superman’s power, and a mission from jigsaw
this n-gga gotta be jokin’, i got the stamp, i’m the young kevin durant, i brung that thunder to oakland
now these n-ggas gave me the ok, for me to k!ll ok
couldn’t do it in harlem, had to bring it to ok
shooters on call, spray when i give that ok
you finished, you nicole simpson, i’m oj
now, everybody know he racist, from the sh-t that he say
cause he answer all of his questions like, “okkk”
now…i always hear him talkin’ bout how he always sprayin’ stuff when it come on
and how he’s always got his gun drawn, and where i’m from they say f-ck a one on
so we’ll put all these white people in boxes, it’ll remind ’em of when the brady bunch come on
so just know that when i’m comin’ to spark ya, and you see that long nose, that it ain’t marsha marsha marsha
n-gga you said you was gon’ f-ck t-rex up, well i’m two deep in ya hometown n-gga, what?
n-gga i’m kickin’ yo -ss, cause of beasley and cause of lush
i’m whippin’ yo -ss, from rosa parks’ seat on that bus
i’m whippin’ yo -ss…n-gga, i’m whippin yo -ss from rosa parks’ seat on that bus
i’m whippin’ yo -ss, cause you fake, and i’m real
i’m whippin’ yo -ss for that little black girl in “it’s time to k!ll”
n-gga im whippin’ yo -ss cause i’m a gangsta, and you ain’t sh-t
i’m whippin’ yo -ss cause it’s 2010, and you still own a slave ship
now, i’m not hatin’, but if i give this white guy a black eye
is that (surrogation???) [okwerdz: segregation…]
think it’s a game when i’m sneakin’ through ya window
sparkin’, blowin’ the cartridge like i’m playin’ a nintendo
50 dots hoppin’ outta rentals, bats swing at ’em, now he’s duckin’ under sticks like it was limbo
(???????? like klitschko???) i play with glocks and i got a fistful
pop and will not miss you, got me in the octagon, now this n-gga ok is gone
pop the jawn, couldn’t see my face, i had the stocking on, dot mob b-tch….

(okwerdz)

see when you lost to un kasa, you reused lots of rhymes/
and that’s how the dude caught ya, cuz he knew all your lines/
stop reusing the same trash its horrible, you’ll get smashed to particles/
cuz he recycles more than captain planet and that f-ggot arsonal/
see the problem with you “street rappers” you only got one style/
you’ve been doing the same sh-t since u lost to young miles/
but from the geeks, to the street peeps homie i done reached long/
comedy or mean long, what he does and beyond/
freestyle or pre-drawn what he does and beyond/
we could even tell freeway to throw a beat on/
this battle a slam dunk, imma dribble to the hoop/
i put 5 grand up, this pigeon flew the coup/
see my big homies make hits for cube and snoop/
your big homies make chicken noodle soup/
and after that racist blog u did and all the whites you clowned/
do you really think anybody here’s gonna like you now?/
u probably think all black people flare gats and be crooks/
and all white people wear slacks and read books/
now hes left without respect, this clown just left/
black people back a thousand steps from malcolm x/
and they say i’m scared to go to new york, and i act so p-ssy/
if i’m so scared, how come smack won’t book me?/
i said i want one of your best rappers, a heavy name/
they offered me x factor & jesse james/
next they’ll probably suggest that little nuborn midget/
but f-ck that i’m tryna be murda mook’s mortician/
so start offerin solomons and not luke warm b-tches/
and ill be there in a m-th-f-ckin new york minute/

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