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grind time now - rone vs. prophit lyrics

[intro: mad illz]
to my left hand side we got prophit…

[prophit]
it’s your boy prophit aka pro aka pro fit, aka hard white, ask your girl

[mad illz]
big up to worldstar. on my right hand side we got rone…

[rone]
it’s your boy rone aka the m-ffin man aka crisco aka my grandma’s favorite grandson ask my grandma

[round 1: prophit]
yo! my freestyles alone will tear the kid
off top i’m on point like a pyramid
and i stay smoking the cess
i’m focused and blessed, i’ll open ya chest
you couldn’t move [crowds if most of them left?]
and this hoe is so frail
he was first to judge me riding dna’s coat tail
well here’s the difference now that i’m facing this b-tch
you’re striking out and i’m making the hits
and when you spit you look like you’re struggling taking a sh-t
you’re career is going nowhere
and you swear you’re so hot
this clown sounds like a short circuit robot
you’re basic and f-cking wack, so face it you suck in rap
it’s like fighting someone with no arms, i’m punching but he ain’t punching back
and what you bring your frat boys to make noise and get their cheer on?
why don’t you go back to penn state and stick to playing beer pong
i’ll smack you and your friends
i don’t drop jewels, i just loosen the gems
and you should listen to the knowledge i drop
pay homage i’m hot, prophit’s on top
and anything his pen states i know he’s lying
he’s the college mascot
see if i talk at it, i’m living it, i’m backing it
i’m a punchline marathon and you couldn’t last a lap in it

[round 1: rone]
see i have the means but i don’t wanna torture him
i feel bad it’s a rabbit racing ali this tortoise flip
he’s overcome all kinds of odds, we should be supporting him
like, making it out of the storage bin you were aborted in
you fetus
yeeeeeah, you know what’s up you boney f-ck
you got a chin we can use to open up coconuts
either that or you have just legally just suffered from progeria
but think you’re hard just because your ears are tucked
sh-t, another white kid that wants to be a black one
he probably used to “ask” questions but now he “ax” ’em
he thinks he’s black like a panther, a bad mama jamma
he thinks his street cred is up if he doesn’t have any grammar
i said, “what’s wrong with you people? it’s too easy to beat you.”
he said, “huh! what do you mean, ‘you people?'”
yo, son is the truth, i’m not f-cking with you
white battle rappers suck as a rule
and i hope y’all are prepared to listen to a bunch of generic disses
we both know you need punchlines but we both know it’s fiction
you’ll f-ck me up? now i know you’re kidding
you f-cked my mom? no you didn’t
my girl’s a wh-r-? no she isn’t!

[round 2: rone]
yo, you act hard, but i don’t buy what you’re selling me
pops has probably paid but he shrouds it stealthily
he’s embarr-ssed so he hides his wealth from me
i can barely stand how his fam’ shops at ll bean
sh-t, just to get to this battle you probably had to sneak out
cause if dad knew you were rapping you’d catch a beat down
and he tries to convince him that it’s not lame
but they just diss him and say it’s his “hip hop phase”
as far as self loathing whites, no one’s beating duke
the only person that hates you more than me is you
he’ll probably talk about how he’s been real ’til his lips peel
but then flinch when leaves fly into the windshield of his big wheel
he calls himself “hard white” and really thinks that’s clever
that’s g-yer than anyone i’ve ever battled and have you seen my track record?
“hard white” he claims, he said to ask my lady
she said, “oh yeah, prophit, i smacked that baby”
i said, “baby, you can’t go around around smacking babies”
she said, “what about out of pocket f-ggots that are acting crazy?”
i said, “…oh yeah, you can smack them. that’s fine. whenever you want.”
and this round, i might’ve gone a little overboard
insulting an open sore and you might’ve gotten your feelings hurt
well b-tch, that’s what i was going for

[round 3: rone]
see i read the bible
chapter 13, deuteronomy says you should be put to death for your false prophecies
and matthew says a bad tree will bare bad fruit
and i know a fruit when i see one you f-g you
if you’re a prophet, i swear i’m an atheist
you’re such a baby d-ck it makes me sick
doom is imminent b-tch you can see the sharks fins
so we’ll never see prophit’s b-tt out of his profit margin
yo, you’ll get cooked like a hot pocket
cause you look like a hobgoblin
you’re think you’re making money off this rap sh-t
well you will not profit/prophit
some n.p.o. sh-t, that’s what you’re on
oh, and that’s non profit organization for the f-cking morons!
see you suck awfully but i got a lot of boss in me
sh-t i get brain while i give lobotomies
i know everything for a soccer teams to copping trees
i’ve read every one of socrates philosophies, so how the f-ck you topping me?
how the f-ck you stopping me?
prophit please, make me a prophecy!
and if you can’t, it’s okay
we won’t hold you to nothing
i’m just saying, if you were a prophet, you would’ve known this was coming

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