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just jasmin & evan white – halfway done lyrics

[just jasmin]
first things first, i’ma do my worst writing up this verse
you were dapping up a rap god, dissing my church
you could barely hold the mic when you’re spitting that dirt
everything you’re rapping only happens in a dream
you ain’t got no ‘rari, no b-tches, no cream
while you’re sucking d-ck with the rest of your team
gotta better looking white boy to f-ck your queen

[evan white]
f-ck you mean? called us out, now it’s f-ck your dreams
good luck it seems, giving us a chance to show up your team
see me when you dream, good luck, don’t sleep
i’ll send it back if it’s halfway done, cause like my steak, i don’t like my rap halfway done
halfway bums, sad day, when the halfway get hung
in the back way, where these f-gs stay, have fun

[just jasmin]
i remember you wanted to work with me; hand out, waiting for a dap
i was trying not to laugh, only thinking in my head like, “this n-gga raps?”
kissing my -ss, well enough said
you tried to diss a prov n-gga with a rough neck
when i went to let him know, he wasn’t upset
thats how i knew i wasn’t f-cking with the right set, it’s suspect

[evan white]
say you bumpin out the speakers, who’s speakers? not mine
this ether, we preachers, we sh-t where y’all dine
nothing but a nuisance, sh-t i swat flies
telling us to prove this, f-ck your top 5
can never top mine, top rhymes from top guy
you’ll have to stop 5 times, just to catch top lines
you got one hot line, i don’t got time
for a couple kids who diss for a second in our spotlight
verses so dirt, leave you laying in your lyrics
can’t bare it, i hear it, you fear it in your spirit
hair tearin, they blare it, a war, they wouldn’t dare it
come with gbe spartans, a soul, we never spare it
get it? a soul, we never spirit?
i swear i’m getting better & better with every lyric
y’all talking bout get her wetter, & cheddar, don’t wanna hear it
you dug your own graves, we shove you in & refill it

[just jasmin]
chopped ’em up, now he’s half–ss looking
roasting these n-ggas like “jas, what’s cooking?”
never pulling triggers, but you started getting stupid
now you halfway crooks ’bout halfway crooked
it’s about d-mn time you realize
you ain’t even spitting no real lines
when you ever getting that real shine? or that deal time?
let’s be real, sean
and fat pat just wanted to be a rapper
sean said to jack, and the moment would be captured
told him to be mellow, so he sucked him like an actor
that’s how the f-ck boy came up with the name “rapture”..
end of story; no chapters
and for halfway, there’s no happily ever after
son’ing these kids, have ’em feeling like a b-st-rds
getting plastered, cause they’re feeling all -ss-hurt

[evan white]
didn’t want an easy k!ll, it’s fun to watch you die slow
with our eyes low, we rhyme, every line a surprise though
call five o, i thrive in time of survival
it was written in the bible, jas, my only rival
let’s take the best in the city & hop up on a track
oh wait, i’m already here, & jas is in the back
we could invite upscale & delly to the attack
that’s woonsocket’s starting 5, i got trav playing shaq

[just jasmin]
send it up like i’m yeezy’s angel
only bread that you’re getting is an easy bagel
white boy wanna dance? i’d be pleased to tango
grab his neck in a sec, had a need to strangle
no respect for you sleazy w-nkers
cut his legs off, leaving ’em with bleeding k’ankles
take the little one and beat ’em with a gleaming anchor
that’s for repping my city as a scheming faker

2x [you don’t rap boy, you just keep yapping
hype getting in your head, well it happens
sleeping on my work? f-ck yo napping
still call me “the great”, when you know i’m just jasmin]

[evan white]
you puppets, like you got a fist in rear, i think he p-ssed in fear
now watch your diss career, disappear
we’ll put you in a ditch & clear, b-tch you hear? ya boys the biggest b-tch in here

[just jasmin]
f-ck it, couldn’t give a sh-t to spare
you throwing buckets? guess i’m throwing fits and chairs
and making ruckus. messing with you twits and queers
i could’ve spit some rare but you ain’t sh-t, so man..

[evan white]
sean cracks a joke, in the corner that patrick guy laughs
give em gastric byp-ss, put his eyes in a wine gl-ss
i don’t lie pat, when i rhyme fast with these fine raps
i say i’m back, i’m rosa parks with a 9 strapped

[just jasmin]
i redefine rap, you remain behind that
i take a line, intertwine with a god’s act
spread this like the swine to remind you to fall back..
if you knew what’s best, then you wouldn’t call back

- just jasmin evan white lyrics

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