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kaj kadence & passionate mc - bar fight lyrics

[kaj kadence: round i]
i come for ya spirit
like a thief in the night
so fear this bearded
blue blooded
black bearer of light
i’m rugged
so f-ckin’ rugged
got carpets askin’ me how i does it
but certain secrets, you supposed to keep em
deep up in the vault
but i got a few loose screws
so i let a few loose
boom, quick to get to spazzing
on multi tracks and track my train of thought
man i’m sick of n-ggas that’s poppin’ of production that they bought
so i’m poppin’ off at the mouth
and i’m callin’ all of em out
call me umpire young sire dump fire since i was a yute
i’m sl!ck like done tires
no lying i’m lion
they kitty food
i’m a d-ck and they hymens ooo
in my crib i’m obama ruling and this sh-t is my job
and these n-ggas sometiming with it
truth, i’m a king n-gga
mansa musa
plenty have claimed the same
but don’t mean the sh-t like i do
soon as they taste the fame they shifting
shapes like lougarou
but they ain’t scaring us
my crew got bad dudes like
erykah
you swearing up and down
take mine boy you sound silly
really i’m the juice god
really ain’t n0body
f-cking with me
in or out the city
let me stop frontin’ man
the whole god d-mn country can’t touch me
you sure you want to go
head to head with me
i’m handing out concussions heads up pay attention
here’s somethin’ that they failed to mention
i know certain people didn’t want me in
but now kaj buzzin’ like ya building entrance
can’t see me commin’
check ya foresight
i won’t stop
till the road
i’m riding on
is illuminated
by them porsche lights
n-ggas too weak
like a fortnight
boy, i’m the reason
that ya momma
told you get ya -ss home
before the porch lights
come on

[p-ssionate mc: round 2]
while they talk about these up and coming rappers who practice
to be the masters of the ceremony with cl-ssics
i ask this, “who kept it raw for y’all…
with the force to crush through walls like gorbachev to break boundaries?!”

n-ggas sound asleep, give the crown to me!
flow turning these bars to gold like alchemy
they got these n-ggas out for me, they say the want to climb to the top
i let them do it… just to throw them off the balcony!

i’ve been sick, this is vengeance!
tie the bodies that fell to a barbell on both ends just to “dead-lift”
now that’s a workout routine of a true fiend
have you seeing shots in your mind like a “hoop-dream”

and i ain’t taking a hand gun, i am one!
cranston, that’s the only city i am from
when i “sing” it’s like the national anthem…
‘cause you’ll see tops getting removed when they start lifting their hands up!

“yo, it’s about time to bring the game back!
still all these wack rappers out here, but now i know where to aim at!” – homage to sticky fingaz
so f-ck sending them threats, i’m k!lling the rest
splitting their flesh for blood like insulin tests!

a pr-ck, sick f-ck like intimate s-x
with a chick that’s given the “yes” to sh-t on her br–sts
but really needs a big mint for her breath
‘cause the scent that ejects that’s hitting you next’s a ticket to death!

i’m too crazy with it. an angry spirit with no basic limits
rearranging the face of physics to make a hateful image
i hate you critics saying “dumb down”, when i’ve left more “dumb-found”
than kid’s playing hide-n’go-seek after leaving the seats

of their special-ed bus rounds, i bust clowns
lifting official arms, like touchdowns!
i’ve earned my stripes, cursed my life!
the words i write could probably turn the church on christ!

it’s backwards, and i’m strapped to k!ll rappers! got the onyx face!
poppin’ straight, giving bigger sh-lls than pasta plate!
f-ck that! send ‘em bigger sh-lls than what an ostrich lays
cause the time for it’s guaranteed like holidays!

[kaj kadence: round ii]
n-gga i stay prepared
dollar and a dream meaning
i’m six nines away from bein a millionaire
i’m top tier
its limited spots here
f-ck them comment section b-tches questioning how i got here
i see big i see pac here
jordan in the finals
they can only win when i’m not here
i’m money may
n-ggas will over pay to see me get knocked here
but that’s out the discussion
i’m something they cannot touch
man its f-cking with em
they sick to their stomachs wanna speak up but ain’t got the guts….
listen up
if you don’t shed no blood you won’t make cut…
so toughen up
bars ova the head like i’m schwarzeneg..
baby, muscle up and
run up correct or you’ll have to settle for…
runner up
chump
you couldn’t bruise(brew) me up even if you bought me a beer
its so lonely up here
and that’s only ’cause no phonies up here
you couldn’t appear here even if somebody loaned you a lear
and you flew it stoned after putting a whole zone in the air
check it
not many that can f-ck with em
i spit like a browning automatic rifle
bars n-gga i got plenty that will take you bout a 100 years to decipher
pain the only reason i’m leaking 100 octane
i bring the type of heat that will make jesus say he got game
so don’t adjust yo thermostat
i’m here today to put more bodies on my murder rap
on ya timeline so much n-ggas think i got the servers hacked
they sick of me but i guarantee that
after this you’ll dap me up and tell me that i murdered that
i’m king

[p-ssionate mc: round ii]
and lock smith, that’s my brother how it’s supposed to be
but this is for the n-ggas who chose that lyricist over me!
i’ve roamed the streets, observing the world closely
to only see their underestimation’s an overreach

the difference between conscious rap on the righteous path
and the conscience lacked in the savage who’s a psychopath!
i ain’t strike the match but i’m fighting back, f-ck the hatin’
i’m here to finish what they’re saying like punctuation!

if he’s the alpha, i’m the omega
it’s agent smith looking into neo’s eyes with controlled anger
a bold wager for gold chasers with no paper
sacrifice recognizing death as it’s only neighbor…

in other words we’re polar opposites
so the distance in between is everything we needed for empowerment!
left to right, even right to left, doesn’t f-cking matter!
if there’s a lock then there’s a key, and it’s just a factor

without him, there’s no me. without you, there’s no “we”
without “us”, there’s not a backpack for the team!
so f-ck a battle, there’s no surp-ssing what we do
it’s equal. what’s the value in “good” without the “evil”?

and i’m twice as lethal when n-ggas disbelieve in me
so if you wish to face the “cypher god™” it won’t be for free
nah, there’s a price to pay to feel the wrath from him
poppin’ more (cliques|cl!cks) than the native language of africans!

dropping whole teams, stop at no thing
music (and lights| enlights), our lanes bright like rock n’ bowl leagues
it’s rocky boxing apollo creed, you’ll see
shots lead to a body, that’s a hockey goalie

oh please, i’m going off ’til there’s nothing left to focus on
air clips, more squares lit than a solar farm
so get it clear, what i (tuck’s|tux) not wedding wear
it’ll push bucks through your gut like pregnant deer!

stress appears, spreading fear when the end is near
rounds split in two’s for you to (have|half) like hemispheres!

- kaj kadence passionate mc lyrics

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