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the battle academy - nu jerzey twork vs bill collector lyrics

[round 1: nu jerzey twork]
yo, said i’m overcautious
me and your wife will chop your body up and throw the morsel
that white house is where you head sit like the oval office
so the rest of the body…we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it…and throw you off of it
and if the m (em’) show, it’ll be a total slaughter
cause this heat at and all time rise like global warming
and in this battle it’s a lot of sh-t

{chokes}

and in this battle there’s a lot of sh-t i’ve been waitin’ to mention
like the return of the double bar bill, it ain’t convincin’

{chokes}

i’m ’bout to take you out, it’s like a 1942 ak spittin’, it’s over it (soviet), like state commission
it’s old, still (steel) look the same like baby pictures
bang it in him, one shot’ll clean bill of health, it’s in great condition
fatalism, i even get ya b-tch clipped, bang the smith and
send her to god, copy? he’ll take her (taker) right (write) in, like plagiarism
y’all done gave me double bar bill? well tonight he gettin’ heated up with metal, glock dump
and this sh-t pop up, he been speakin’ of the devil
100’s kick, drive-by, if i hop out the ’06 dodge the guns is spittin’
thunderin’, he’ll run to the charger like 1%
i get the job done, then i’m dumpin’ it
that’s the best thing you gon’ get for cheap like the comfort inn
i’m bustin’ in, i’m grippin’ on the pistol, don’t bust back
this sh-t whatsapp? i can hit him from a distance
f-ck you smokin’ n-gga?
this a ladder long 30 clip stick and a biscuit
and bill too high, like “this sh-t is expensive”
nah bill too high, i had to get an extension!
we know about you, hitman lil’ brother, hitman lil’ brother
all i’m gonna talk about is hitman lil’ brother
you’se a f-ckin’ b-tch, hitman lil’ brother lumped you up and sh-t
let him put one finger on me, if i grab the chrome then i’m dumpin’ it
and that sh-t go kaboom lil’ brother never hold him up again
that’s what buckin’ is, ain’t n0body gonna mourn ya death
i’ll pull this tool out, pop, he drop
it was only a bill like school house rock
i shoot for that, ruger clap
you told a. ward this was catholic school we can get hit again, ow the rulers back!
get toe tagged
bodies on deck like a boat crash
bigga .9, little .9, both flash
baow! see straight through bill; ghost dad
i k!ll n-ggas, big b-tch, but i use her for what she’s worth like a meal ticket
steel clickin’, then pop to getaway like a field n-gga
i’ll punch you six feet deep while you still livin’
buried where it ‘ain’t no sunshine’, i wanna see bill wither(s)
the wesson long, repeated clickin’ like a metronome
i got the burna, you know i got the burna, like a second phone
beretta catch him, let him live? never
beretta catch him, get wet up wit’ a, head shot; cerebellum
i’m a nightmare, pipe flare
super duper scope, i can hit you from…right here
you better make the right choice, cause i like toys
little .9, the baby music to my ears, like white noise
you say one bad word, it won’t be soap in ya mouth
it’s at ya head, can’t get rid of this patch (dispatch) with an “over and out”
you can’t get rid of this patch when i open ya scalp
my house like a farm, loaded with cals (cows)
gun scratched off, you see a line through the sig’ (cig’) like “no smoking allowed”
baow! the bullet surf and they go in the crowd
holdin’ it now, biscuits, trays (tre’s); golden corral
jersey

[round 1: bill collector]
when brizz called me to battle twork i said, “n-gga…i’ll gladly do it.” that’s a bad improvement
the name “twork”, there’s a lotta -ss into it
but i ain’t mad he movin’
i gotta say somethin’ bro, like you 6’5″, 230 my n-gga
if slow -ss showout hit you, you had to shoot him?
that sh-t was crazy

f-ck you k. walker, where you at?
{phone rings}
i ain’t got no drugs

i died last time bro
i woulda caught a body, but prez ain’t come that time tho
he from new york, so he never hard to find tho
i rained there (reindeer), one buck shot a turn him john doe
let’s switch the coast on em’, we goin rondo
prez came in the game wit’ a flow, one of a kind yo
but then he watched his whole team steal it, and sat calm tho
y’all raped the young boy for his style, he signed to hondow
see one thing about my style, that sh-t mine bro
n-ggas can’t do what i do, them n-ggas tried tho
i’m throwed off, funny and hype. plus my grind yo?
i pretzel lock over the cheese, h-ll of a combo
we thought you was gonna no show today n-gga

{point to brizz}
you too my n-gga

if so i got you black balled
psych i’m on ya block like “yurrr, what the pack cost?”
my cousin run up, relay the metal, knock a lap off
the a rod, yankees salary, take ya cap off
i’m strapped in, the bounce familiar, right?
the bouncer let me bring them straps in
for a dub (w)c i got my dogg pound and a mack 10
ready get it crackin’
but you blood now, right?
f-ck you did a blood code like up down right?
nah but on some real sh-t bro like when you turn blood bro? like don’t n0body remember sh-t
what you got, one of them 30 day free trial memberships?
you get to use some of the features but gotta buy the other benefits?
and when ya card declines in 30 days, that’s the end of it?
i call some latin king n-ggas, it’s shut down time
have poppy f-ckin up your groove like uptown vibes
the ‘ricans stomp you out in pajamas and some uptowns 5
it ain’t the score of the game, i send em up 9-5
screamin’ “goonie gang goonie gang”
screw ya bang, toolie bang
you let geechi beat you for the belt, you are pootie tang you be chokin’ and droppin’ the ball, you had the smoothest lane
it’s crazy bro, ya record is shaky, with a booty name
on url, you a main screen guy
off that stage you choked bout 18 times

[crowd]
like today

[bill]
17 and 1/2
if you would’ve f-ck up this footage it would’ve been the day you die
gun so big, the shot say “aye you guys!”
with a booty -ss name like “twork”, i won’t smack you
once these two hands embrace, i big dap you
tecs (texts) on his cap, facts, he a snapple
i crack sh-lls, his yolk start scramblin through his scr-pple
he french the toast then i k!ll his whole co-operation, wit a scalpel
the gun so big to shoot it i aim past you
maaaan that sh-t hit the front of you, and the back you
that’s cause you only paid that hefty deposit, but that back due
listen bro, i watch ya squad group up
i’ll let y’all get they troops up
then military fade wit the blade, get you a crew cut
i be in the trap cooped up
and every package pack a different flavor to it like minute maid fruit punch

{footage cuts out}

i’m in philly, wit’ the long nose, mayor nutter flow
heat seeker vision lay the thermal, use some under clothes
shots turn your project building, to a bungalow
that’s a small one floor home if you wanna know
i’m crazy and ya mother know, her sister and her brother know
catch bill runnin wit a hatchet like a juggalo
choppa gotta speech impediment, when it stutter yo
sh-t go nuts on the drums, step brothers mode
i tried to tell you yo, bro i am not these other n-ggas
bill from the gutter n-gga, liable to cut a n-gga
you done stole prez whole style, and that’s ya brother n-gga
you the hottest n-gga that sound like another n-gga
like before i even call you a star, i gotta ask you first
how are you protecting your brand? what ya masters worth?
who do all ya publishing for you? you ascap ya work?
set yourself up for the future, so you don’t have to twork
see, i don’t wanna blast at twork, head shot, casket work
wood shop, hatchet work, auto shop, ratchet work
cold .40 take a load off like after work
i’m talkin premium snapchat, it get nasty twork
i’ma bullet twork, what you think that i’m a round for?
i will k!ll you 1, 2, 3 and round 4
when this battle drop, do his rounds, with the sound off
elevator bill, i will drop you to the ground floor
you lil’ n-ggas is young and dumb, where the grandmoms at?
i’ma an old school cat, i’ma air my gat
no cap i leave no cat

{bill walks to the very back of the venue}

super duper duper scope, i hit you where you lost ya hairline at!
bro from that angle that sh-t’ll push yo hairline back
maaannnn where the f-ck is yo’ hairline at?
that sh-t run away (runway) like an airline scr-p
you take off, flight attendant, i prepare my strap
ba ba blat
i got the burna b-tch you know i got the burna b-tch
yo, you heard about the burna b-tch, i know you n-ggas heard of it
super scope, infrared beam, with the shoulder grip
clip roll under the arm, that new deodorant
detectives walk around with the dogs like, “where the odor went?”
two shots hit ya trunk, where the motor went?

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