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urltv – chef trez vs. prep lyrics

[round 1: prep]
i showed up for ascension when it was over…there’s no excusin’ it
before that, it was only brung up in a few mentions
then it went to facebook, had bloggers youtubin’ it
i was late puttin’ dolarz (dollars) down, but that’s the reason it grew interest
predictions sayin’ tonight i’m gettin’ bodied
so when i saw you get a thousand votes (volts) on a poll, it didn’t shock me
i’ll get the shotty
if it didn’t k!ll him, it’ll paralyze ya
small straight before the big mill’ (meal): this the appetizer
blaow! a homi wit’ the strap on like sara kana!
weapon fire, twin .30s, get did dirty
old ratchet, l!ckin’ at your door like miss pearly
blade out + chop! chop! + i’m in a big hurry
i’ll get mad and they (matinee) show him the clips early
first he got kicked off smack, wasn’t allowed, bruh
fresh outta rehab, you couldn’t be around us (dust)
then you let one of them goonies f+ck your style up
we were supposed to see chef cookin’ ryd’ (cook in ride) like the halal truck!
enough’s enough
wit’ 100 drums and the wild machines
bump your gums, we could knuckle up and put down the things
duck his punch, then the uppercut, you hit the ground
i mean, d+mn! i thought chef would’ve known to keep his counters clean!
bunch of things that i don’t really condone
this can (skin) get ugly: take a different tone
you been runnin’ from the ring, so the issue was blown
now that we on the mat, trez (mattress) gon’ remember this body like memory foam
i’m liftin’ the chrome, the mag’ touch ya
break up your cash structure
tom sendin’ chef from long+range: splash brother
that trunk? i’ll, have him inside without questionin’
whoever you’re with (width) gettin’ cut: i’m takin’ measurements
have a couple kissin’ (kiss in) the frame like wedding pics
two barrels on the gauge wit’ the leather grip
i’m workin’ through this double like i picked up an extra shift!
one try’ll (trial) get him the bucks: you won a settlement!
you flexin’ wit’ it, but you ain’t blastin’ your weaponry
i send a message wit’ mine (mind): that was telepathy
blaow! throw your flag in the air: it’s a penalty
this mill’ (meal) only for blood like a family recipe!
you’ve been beggin’ for chess…they still ain’t give that plate to you
norbes, it’s your birthday…
why didn’t you let chef cook a cake for you!?
i’ll wait for you, hog+tie ya
steel got the metal: they all coppers
ball up a fist, i’m sharp wit’ defense (the fence) like barbed wire
arms by us, clips shaped like small commas
lettin’ them sticks burn on san’ (sand): we threw a bonfire!
you liar! is it necessary?
clean…but the heckler dirty
through his hat…through his shirt…through his jeans (genes): it’s hereditary!
i never worry
this ain’t mine, but i’m wearin’ it
carryin’ someone else baby, that’s what sir’ll get (surrogate)
y’all heard of him, but i got joy for my son
got some advice for you, and you can ignore it if you want
shorten your setups, throw a little story in the front
doing that’ll make your bars hit harder from the jump
y’all remember when p found the n+ggas who jumped jody?
he was stumblin’ wit’ the 40, lookin’ drunk
he said, “it’s between the nose or the mouth, preferably the nose.”
i’m just showin’ baby boy how to punch!
[round 1: chef trez]
you dress like a f+ckin’ b+tch, bro

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