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time is money - dna vs t-rex lyrics

[round 1: dna]
before i get into any battle witchu, i just wanna get one thing clear
i ain’t come to battle you or mook, i came to battle ya ear
with that d-ck by ya ear, i know it’s hard to hear and it’s irritatin’
but how the f-ck did you tell okwerdz, “if i give this white guy a black eye that’s ‘seregation'”?
no stupid it’s “segregation”, listen to me
see that’s your problem, your words and your crew are both missin’ a g
then he said, “hamspring” instead of “hamstring” so you did the k!llin’ for free
cause i didn’t have to put in no work, his dumb -ss already got rid of the g
but in this battle it’s punches, hay makers, jabs
upper cuts, i’ma hook him fast
in my last battle i had big t lookin’ bad
and in this one i got little t lookin’ sad
but i ain’t trippin’ i guess i’m lipton i’ma make ya career for puttin’ t’s (teas) in a bag
they said, “t-rex a legend” i said, “how?”
they said, “he a boss man.” i said, “show me proof.”
they said, “he beat jae millz and loaded lux but the footage never came out.”
i said, “aw man”
but ever since you been on smack you been wack and you lost, d-mn
so your career’s like vado cause your biggest highlights are off cam’
but his government’s name’s randy, pay attention
he gon’ front like he got the weapons and he bang
but when n-gg-s robbed him and they stomped him, you got disrespected, you a lame
if it was me, i would’ve fought when you got deaded for that chain
but you followed command and did the first three letters of ya name
they said, “dna you battlin’ randy it’s ya big day.”
i said, “cool. i’m swift like mcveigh.”
bringin’ excitement back to new york like when the knick’s play
turn your whole squad to a department store when i click spray
cause i’ma spark it and hit up every target with my big k
if that don’t work i hop on a plane with a can’ and four .9’s
he’s supposed to arrive at cali at 8:45 but it’s a chance your boy died
at 7:45 i detonate the bomb and fill the bag with four mines
so y’all can really see this dinosaur land before time
don’t think i forgot about you, webstar and ron browz
them n-gg-s sold you a dream and told you you was gettin’ on
they gave you a couple thou’, a few stacks, a video, don’t get me wrong
but since them n-gg-s left you starvin’ and battlin’ and you relapsed since them n-gg-s gone
and every night you tryin’ to get that dream back like christina milian
you brought harlem witchu, that’s cool i brought the team wit’ me
ratchets and .350, that .9 and the glock will put shine (shyne) in a box i’m p. diddy
but it’s still me, still d, not drunk off the liquor
still on the block, f-ck all the dots i’m hittin’ customers n-gg-
still got the glock with all the shot, i don’t f-ck witchu n-gg-s
you rudy, he theo y’all some huxtable n-gg-s
[?] for a buck, a buck, a buck i buck at you n-gg-s
you ask and i don’t f-ck witchu n-gg-s
in the back of the ac’, clappin’ them macs, stackin’ a gat
you just rap like you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ my n-gg-
and i know you scared of nyb pussy, cause you ain’t safe nerd
i’ll run up in the bathroom and catch this straight nerd
and then put hands around his neck; aye verb
how the h-ll y’all don’t think i’m the truth yet?
it’s almost three minutes in the round and i still ain’t mention mook yet
but i had enough of that f-ggot clown
i’m dna that new young n-gg- you better ask around
you may be mayweather of this shit but you backin’ down
from one n-gg-, me, manny pacquiao
but i had enough of that cause i ain’t cool wit’ this n-gg-
i feel let’s try a different approach i’ma tutor this n-gg-
for the bread i make him hop out the safe
bullets hit ya mouth and face
so many shots the dots can’t calculate
then i switch to addition, i add a shot, grab the glock
divide half ya block and hit up every decimal, that’s how you subtract the dots
see my gun go psycho when it’s sparkin’ and it’s blazin’
cause f-ck it, i’m hittin’ anybody that’s part of the equation
k-shine’s kenny smith, he a commentator
til i get to clap him, break his body down to fractions and won’t leave nothin’ but the denominator
anybody left, then i reload the chamber
got division on my mind cause i’m leavin’ no remainers
now i know this n-gg- gotta be mad
he gettin’ his -ss kicked by the draft pick i’m the lottery draft
shots to his ab, i multiply his body in half
and all these guns work they went trigonometry cl-ss
so i don’t know why y’all tryin’ to front and act tough with all this talkin’
and the probably of y’all livin’ is a small proportion
y’all wouldn’t dare shoot and i ain’t scared mook
i’m just k!llin’ all the little numbers to the square root
for all the dudes, for all y’all thinkin’ i’m half nice
well just think about it, i just t-rex how to get k!lled by math twice

[round 1: t-rex]
yo, he did what everybody else did and rapped about my ear, that’s aight tho
but before he came here he climbed up and got those off the light poles
yo mook gave me a call and said, “rex, why you did this.”
i looked at the phone and said, “mook…mind yo’ m-th-f-ckin’ business.”
y’all gon’ give me- we was k!llin’ n-gg-s for free and these n-gg-s gon’ pay me to scrimmage?
he said, “how much you gettin’?”
i said, “$1,500.”
he said, “d-mn, that’s $500 a minute.”
that’s $250 every 30 seconds, $125 every 15
if you battle him for an hour straight, you get big cream.”
now you put me in front of this d-ckhead on the big screen
who couldn’t f-ck wit’ me when i was 15, b-tch please
the dots in the building we takin’ all bets in here
but call the janitor we ’bout to be a mess in here
he gon’ say somethin’ that ain’t right and i’ma swing this left in here
and you gon’ see dna’s dna leakin’ everywhere!
he take them wwe’s and wanna wrestle like bret in here
but he got owen’s heart (hart), he gon’ fall to his death in here
at my battles, i usually bring the weapons there
but i ain’t worried cause cortez is a pussy it ain’t no threat in here
at ya last battle you threw up when the n-gg- had the camera on you
you probably break dance and shit on yourself if i pull a hammer on you
i shoot the clip ’til that whole shit jammin’ on you
show up to your memorial and shoot everybody that planed it for you
you homeless, i heard you was livin’ wit’ clips
that’s what charlie was talkin’ ’bout when he said he live wit’ his b-tch
when i think of a target, i think of aimin’ and lettin’ clips off
when he think of a target he think of dish detergent and a discount
when i think of puttin’ n-gg-s to sleep i’m like, “what gun i’ma go get?” and which route
he think of puttin’ n-gg-s to sleep he think of the h-m- shit he do at clip’s house
you d-ck sucker
clips lover
you prolly got a song for him now called ‘big brother’
i remember seein’ them n-gg-s one day i was comin’ down a dark street, system up loud
it was bangin’
they said, “yo r.e., we got a song for you to get on and there’s a hard beat.”
clips said, “but wait. i gotta get dna out the car seat.”
i looked at him and said, “who?” he said, “dna. you know, the little n-gg- with the gone teeth
who be pickin’ my rhymes out the garbage like duck from the heartbeats.”
i’m the camera man in the helicopter, shootin’ from a distance
he’s the n-gg- that’s guardin’ kobe, he just hopin’ that i’m missin’
i’m the n-gg- with the mask on like, “when i see him. i’ma get it.”
with the mask on like guard that’s from the pistons
is it me? or is it when this n-gg- be spittin’…he be spittin’?
and every time he say words he be whistlin’
aight, one day i invited him to the stu’
i was about to do a song, so you know i walked up in the booth
clips outside, he go {soft whistling}
i say, “yo, what the f-ck happened? somethin’ was loose?”
clips said, “nah man, this n-gg- just wanted some of my juice.”
i got a son from my lil’ son he two years old he said, “rex i can’t believe this b
how the f-ck time is money gon’ put you wit’ a n-gg- that can’t match up witchu equally?
he filthy, in the winter time he be wearin’ a sleeveless tee
and how the f-ck i’ma lose to a n-gg- that got the same amount of teeth as me?
he’s broke, he’s filthy, he gotta be lame
but i swear to god, you better kick his -ss and that’s word to my thomas the train.”
i looked at my son and said, “you know that daddy got you. watch this shit.”
i seen the battle with you and big t
i ain’t like you was talkin’ real shoot ’em up, beef shit
how he got shot and that’s some street shit
i’ma get personal too
this n-gg- mother is mentally retarded
she got one of them baby little arms that got a twist
if you see her from the side it look like she got her hand on her hip
i seen her one night, i’m in the club, i’m on my bottle shit
she two steppin’…no three steppin’, doin’ some retarded shit
i take her home anyway, i’m f-ckin’ her, you gotta see how she was movin’
she was makin’ retarded sounds…droolin’
i’m sittin’ there and i’m thinkin’ ’bout the shit dna father said
“godd-mn, this is retarded head”
he was in the living room, i could’ve shot dna on the couch
but i was weak, cause i just shot dna in her mouth
my n-gg-s real for word, my n-gg-s can deal with birds
keep that can’ in the bag, my n-gg- my steel reserve
easy!

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