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urltv – gemin1 vs. soul lyrics

[round 1: gemin1]
blud, i know exactly what you’re gonna say, and i agree with you, too
there’s a lot of sh-t i’ve done, that’s been easy to do
i mean, the schemes that i choose
i ain’t really undefeated, and the time limits, i exceed them, it’s true
i’m sayin’ i ain’t as good as these fans think that i am…and neither are you!
this where the talkin’ stops!
they should’ve warned you off
thou shall not worship false idols, and these fans been doin’ that an awful lot
they look at you like jesus and you even said it yourself, so they need callin’ off
you should never choose to fight me
i’m bruce almighty: you’re gonna see man moppin’ the floor with god!
you do not know me, you’re gettin’ rocked slowly
don’t spit a personal bar, blud, we are not homies
i’ve got your- ah, f-ck…
nah, you are not about to 3-0 me, blud: i am not tony!
i’m a different guy
you wanna compare resumes? let’s give it a try
this your 49th battle, this the 15th of mine
and unlike you, i didn’t have to bring up ethnicity or religion a million times
it’s like if you don’t make it about a race, then you have a hard time finishin’ lines
the first time i saw you battle, you were spittin’ outside
the first time you saw me battle, i had a cl-ssic and you voted me as the winner that night
see, i’ve been plantin’ bombs, bringin’ n-ggas within an inch of their life
so you know to watch your step around me, ’cause everything in this proximity’s mine
tonight? you’re my murder victim
this was your worst decision
you dissed url and their battlers so many times, and now you’re workin’ with ’em!
you may be the man with the words, but you ain’t a man of your word if your words are switchin’
first it’s “f-ck url” and then cheeko phones him
you started suckin’ d-ck more than a jewish circ-mcision!
blud, you’re gettin’ bullied on the stage
i swear to god i’m just here to put you in your place
i thought to slap you so hard
that a palm reader can tell my future, just from lookin’ at your face!
this is me, so don’t act hard, bruv
i’ll turn the steel yard into a scr-pyard
i don’t give a f-ck if you rap smart
i’m kimbo slice in my city
that means i’m f-ckin’ you up in my backyard!
i’ve got the metal on deck
p-ss man off, and i’ll turn the steel yard into a scr-pyard
and you’ll get the pound, rubbin’ off your face
i’ll treat that sh-t like it’s a scratch card!
you’re just a wet yute
i don’t even know why these fans respect you
i hate when they give a voice to these p-ssies like…like shrek 2
i ain’t gotta let a tec shoot-
(-soul starts to walk away from gemin1, closer to the edge of the stage-)
yo, come back here, come back here, come back here
blud, i hate when they give a voice to these p-ssies like…like shrek 2!
i ain’t gotta let a tec shoot
just a right hook, and he’ll wake up knocked out in a toilet cubicle
that’s the definition of a restroom
but you like to get racist in battles, and if i didn’t say it, then it’s not gonna stop
you dissed the koran vers’ cee major

[guy in the crowd]
f-ck you!

[gemin1]
yeeeeeeeah!
you dissed the koran vers’ cee major
made fun of jews versus arkaic, and you even called caustic a “wop”
a wop? i didn’t even know what that meant
see, i had to google that sh-t
that’s a racist word for italians, and the crowd all reacted ’cause they approve of that sh-t
that’s like calling a black person “n-gga” or an asian “paki”
in battle rap, we ain’t got room for that sh-t
so you don’t like italians?
well, you’re gonna hate when i’m through with this bit
’cause vai via, then vafanculo
because that’s fesseria, you antipatia
f-cking stronzo! you a little tipa
you want to desseria?
then we can rissa, have a matematica
and after one bang, he’ll be wakin’ up on the floor like…”mamma mia!”
(yeah! this is my city, blud! you’re in my ends, bruv!)
you like to get racist in battles
so say “n-gga”

[soul]
nah

[gemin1]
nah? exactly – you know to watch your mouth
say anything close to that, and i’ll knock you down and then stomp you down
you might get away with it in front of a crowd full of white people
well…they are not around!
he’s gonna be like, “i ain’t racist”
he’s gonna tell you he ain’t racist, and it was just somethin’ he said
and try to reb-ttal
but to reb-ttal it means you know is wrong, and that just shows that makes you look dumber instead
if you aren’t racist, then them type of bars wouldn’t even come to your head
you get racist in battles?
well, say “n-gga”
well, don’t worry – i’ll say it for you, then
don’t play, n-gga
i’ll cut ya f-ckin’ face, i’m a blade-gripper
you wanna f-ck me up? better go to the gym and become a great lifter
no matter how buff he (buffy) gets, ya life is still at stake
yeah, ya gettin’ slayed, n-gga!
i’m the chosen one, i’m beatin’ you hands-down: let’s play twister
i’m gettin’ his dome spread, jennifer lopez
i’ll push this man hat in (manhattan) ’cause he ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch-made (maid) n-gga
i was built for this underground platform
i never had to train, n-gga
my rep’s what got me spotted
see, i’ve been pullin’ my own weight, n-gga
while you’re a typical b-tch, the only thing comin’ out ya lips is that fake filler
a cancer to the scene, now you’re gettin’ too bold
i should’ve cut you off before you got to the stage, n-gga
they were browsing for me, because the way we address bars ain’t the same, n-gga
cortez, charlie clips, big t
three w’s before the url: see, this is my domain, n-gga!
now look at him, mad, wishin’ that he could say “n-gga”
but that racist sh-t, that’s why you can’t represent the uk
’cause that racist sh-t don’t fit into my -rs-nal
you never built the scene
so pay respect and wipe your feet before you get into my carpool
that sh-t you chatting ain’t cool, dawg
you’re just like harold and k-mar
you’re only happy when you’re eatin’ in a white castle
and that’s why if i spit about drugs or street sh-t, the fans boo me, mad rudely
this a uk scene, but you never built the sh-t
so pay respect to even smack truly
you’re too busy on your high horse to ever really appreciate the black beauty
now go ahead, ’cause the uk fans will keep rooting for you
and they can make excuses for that racist sh-t you say like they usually do

[round 1: soul]
alright! yooooooo!
url, you must not know the hierarchy that this country accepted
so let me break it down for you so everyone in your company gets it
i just battled tony d
you might’ve seen his name up on the guest list
that’s the best this country’s ever produced – no ifs, ands, buts, or exceptions
now listen, i managed to win-

{crowd starts booing}

{soul talking to the crowd}
you can boo all you want, i’m still gonna f-ck him up, innit. so you can go ahead. listen, i’m not shook. i am not shook. at all. so boo all you want, innit

so i managed to win, let me humbly mention
and that raises a couple of questions
cause this is his biological son
this k!lling is utterly senseless
it’s like donald trump’s life if somebody reversed it
f-cked up the president, now i’m ’bout to run the apprentice!
ayo smack, bookin’ this match was unbelievably dumb
it’s like bookin’ mook vs. chess after ethering lux
like, “congrats! you ended mayweather’s unbeatable run
and now you gotta fight with…his three year old son”
so i said, “f-ck it.”
if it’s on smack, then i’m down to torch ya
tony and gem peas in a pod, and i clowned the former
i should’ve really battled you first, but it makes sense, ’cause these rounds are torture
and the way i’m ’bout to k!ll him is out of order!
let’s go, then, you’ve been runnin’ for a long time, that’s no way to earn respect
you should’ve done this earlier, for actin’ like a nervous wreck
get embarr-ssed on the biggest platform in the world instead
i’m a problem: the longer you ignore me, the worse it gets!
so go on, then
break down every battle that you know that i’ve had
and break down every single bar that i’ve wrote in them, lad
’cause the only is that, f-ckin’ hopelessly sad
but it won’t work here – ’cause they don’t know who i am!
lovely, it’s been awhile since i’ve been unknown and it feels like home
but even so, just to let the people know i ethered tone
and you’re nothin’ but his weaker clone
this conor vers’ khabib
the throne is mine, but if you’re on the fence about it, i’ll beat his coach!
yo, but to each their own
you comin’ like the whiskey that conor sells
’cause you’re a green bottle jug as well, and you look proper 12 (proper no. twelve)
so i got my sights trained on tony’s little homie’s beard
his whole squad’s g-ssed ’em, tellin’ him the coast is clear
they’ll end up as collateral damage – hold my beer!
they’ll have to take a knee in case i open up and gem’ in it like, like…like, “what are we proposing here!?”
that he’s bodying me? you just sent this body to slaughter
what body of work? you ain’t crossed a body of water
and you say i can’t adapt, i’ve been flown to fight with k!llers
let the host decide the winner, at their home ’cause i am iller
then these phony guys whose homies try and over-hype their filler
and won’t book a battle if they can’t be home in time for dinner
yo, so you’ll be the next hometown hero that i’m runnin’ through
you ready, player? one wrong move get the w
they were meant to f-ck with you ’til you see the blood you’ll lose
turn your honeymoon period to a period on a honeymoon!
sonny, you, are just the next rapper i get wild on
any stage, any league, movin’ like an icon
they say your style fits in better here, they miles wrong
i’ll k!ll him in front of every battler you took your style from
behave yourself, b-tch

[round 2: gemin1]
blud, how the f-ck did you get p-ssy-whipped from the other side of the planet?
no man would do that in actual reality
you don’t believe me?
raise your hands if you’d fly all the way to canada just to wife a girl that’s a fan of the battle scene
no? no? no one? no one?
i guess that’ makes you the only soul
so that’s why everything you rap about’s fantasy
blud, you met a groupie at a king of the dot event and tried to marry her rapidly
when man ask him how it happen he’s like, “i don’t know it just kinda happened organik-ly.”
bluds, i lived with my girl, and when i didn’t, she was close enough that i could walk to
you bought an alexa just so that you felt you had another woman that you could talk to
you might live with her now, but before that, blud, you were spending 16 hours on flights, just to see a d-mn chick?
blud, her head game must be the baddest
’cause the sh-t you could do in 16 hours, please imagine
you could play fifa, madden, make and eat a sandwich
listen to a whole album by aretha franklin
learn how to speak in spanish and still have two hours left before you even landed
blud, she must be mad desperate or have cleft lip
i bet you my second half right now you battled more people than you’ve had s-x with
blud, you’re an actual goof
last one gonna battle this dude
just breaking bad, the wire, or game of thrones in every rap that you do
it’s sad but it’s true, so i take ya girl
tie you to a chair, beat you blacker than blue
strangle him, too, leave a dangling tooth
and make him watch a series of unfortunate events…happen to you, blud!
pain and suffering, severe brain concussion
right hooks will change the way that he’s made to function
now you’re jaz the rapper
we can tell it was a heavy punch just by the way your face is scrunchin’
blud, i took this battle right before i gotta go face the judges
and i wanted a slice of that american pie ’cause we can all see on cam’ that i came from nothin’
blud, f-ck if whatever you write’s impressive
i don’t believe nothin’ you say
i don’t relate to it, not one line or sentence or tv or bible reference
and the crowd don’t wanna feel stupid so they act like they get it
i can see it too
ebenezer scrooge: n-gga, i don’t even like your presence (presents)!
it’s time to end it, i’m f-ckin’ up your reception
like that one drunk uncle that you should never invite to weddings
and f-ck all the fans that say i’m gonna die against him
they didn’t think this had another ending like…like i am legend
when i’ve been blowin’ up from the ground up, but they wanna cover it up like 9/11
f-ck ya ends, i’m from a violent section
man firin’ wessons
what’s in that shotgun stop your whole movement like a driving lesson
or break through your shield, like the n-ggas hydra sent in
you’re gonna need a holy armor, get shanked like a broken charger
if it don’t work when i stick it in, i’mma keep twistin’ it ’til i get a right connection!
or pull up in a whip skkkerrrt, with all types of weapons
that’s one arm to the right, one arm to the left, two over the head it got man lookin’ like a flight attendant
tellin’ you where to find the exit
this is my dimension
and you ain’t even close for a rapper
shank shank, i’ll turn your dome into plasma
you have to k!ll me, cause if i die you will inherit my legacy
that’s the only way that soul been a factor (sole benefactor)
when i rest in a grave – and they didn’t get what i say
that’s “will’ “inherit” “die” “sole benefactor”
nah, that whole scheme in itself was a dead giveaway!
f-ck this, you gettin’ sent straight up to gabriel
you wanna scuff? well i’m bangin’ ya face to swell
you shoot bars at me, i’ll shoot ’em right back, ’til your brains will melt
and after the gun show, i’m celebrating this
’cause i wrote this in a fortnight (fortnite), but he can’t dance around havin’ to take the l!
blud, it’s me, the first uk battler on champion
i help the scene excel through
the first uk battler played in a cinema
the sh-t i do for the uk helps us move
my whole career? like kim jong-un
’cause i don’t take no sh-t, and if i drop tiers (tears), then everybody else does, too!
but you know about droppin’ tears
i mean, you tried to end ya life
blud, you a p-ssy that don’t even like himself
you be gettin’ pushed around and bullied if you ever spent time in cells
i keep it real, blud
i’ve sliced n-ggas before, and i really been sliced myself
the only time he pulled out a shank, you went and sliced yourself
and then you wanted sympathy, actin’ like you forced to
tellin’ the fans you had a razor in ya arm, ’cause you need strangers to support you
blud, if that was me, that [?] would’ve never fought you
but next time you wanna cut yourself, just holler at me – i’ll do it for you!
time

[round 2: soul]
yo, they say his style fits him better here so i’ll get f-ckin’ cooked i must be shook
i think you c-nts mistook me for some other dude
i’m an original pioneer of a style that wasn’t understood
you’re a page in a url paint-by-numbers book!
see i took risks, built my own brand
now it’s gettin’ all crazy
he just copied their blueprints, i guess he got lazy
his lowest common denominator, bets all say me
his guns like his bars bro, it’s prolly someone else’s and it’s never off safety
sh-t, you are a very generic guy
i ain’t gonna diss gemin1 by tellin’ him he’s any guy
he’s every guy, that’s ever tried to battle rap for cash or smack
any of them, that’s ya man
he only got one side to him, and after that he has the nerve to call himself “gemin1”?
matter of fact, that must be a sign: your star cloned to style we see back-to-back
i’m action-packed, sh-t, i could go all night
and i don’t give one single f-ck what you folks all like
he bit url so hard and you know how those are, right?
he ’bout to choke every round and then go on strike!
my sh-t’s handcrafted, sandblasted, the design is pure
so i hope you spent my rounds re-writing yours
or reinventing yourself or sending for help
’cause you can’t copy respect, but you can copy everything else!
you been runnin’ for your life, i’ve been f-ckin’ impressed with it
if it wasn’t for you lot, he’d have run for the rest of it
’cause he rappin’ like he escobar, movin’ like a tesla car
no gas, without my buzz, you wouldn’t get very far
running for a long time, when i catch him, bet the farm
futurama: for dead presidents, leave his head ajar (a jar)!
yo, all that sh-t i find less bizarre than how wet you are
and still having the gall to chat sh-t like you got better bars
like i was never hard or been a star
cut your seminar-

{gemini pushes soul off of him, soul pushes back, things get heated for a minute.}

yo, so next time my name in ya mouth, it’ll be a f-ckin’ credit card
yo, you better with the pen and style
ran it, went the extra mile
a hazard on cam’ (-swoo-): we givin’ chelsea smiles!
i’m too ruthless, move through it
what gun? you’ll shoot who with?
coaching this punk, i’m duke roufus
it’s like you’re that bit of your eyebrow and i’m that bit of your eyebrow
ha-ha, dude’s clueless
there’s a gap between us that makes you look stupid!
if that was on top of your head, it would be cornrows
what the f-ck does that say…in morse code?
prolly s.o.s., you need to change somethin’
’cause you don’t need someone to save your soul
you need to be saved from him!
i’m blade running, over the globe
you never left london
this clone can’t p-ss the test of turing, he less poppin’
don’t make friends often, goldeneye reinvent bond and odd jobs on any stage, hats off for the head toughen
yeah, his head rollin’, the dude is f-ckin’ bafted
why i haven’t changed my style and just wouldn’t come adapt
’cause i’m me where ever i am, you couldn’t understand
i tell you to behave yourself
you just scratch your head like, “who the f-ck is that?”
behave yourself, b-tch

[round 3: gemin1]
aye, i got a bone to pick with you, cuz
you dissed sensa’s kids…
why? just because their real dad left their mum?
and dissed him for bein’ a stepdad, like as a man, that makes him a lesser one
see, i raised my goddaughter
she’s the only girl i ever loved
and i’m the only father figure she’s ever had
blud, i raised my goddaughter, more than her real dad’s ever done
the only man she ever loved
and that don’t make me less of a man, fam’
it actually makes me a better one!
how many man in here grew up without a dad!?
(-a bunch of people in the crowd raise their hands-)
stayin’ up late, waitin’ for him, but he never comes
you rap from a privileged point of view, and feel like you got the right to judge everyone
but i’d rather suffer every day of my life to make sure my goddaughter never does!
you think growin’ up without a father ain’t stressful!?
half the kids grow up f-cked, and feel like they can’t really settle
feeling like jin kazama in tekken when they’re scarred in the mental
’cause they grow up thinkin’ that their mother’s an angel, and think their father’s a devil!
yeah! this is not bars! this is all real sh-t!
you don’t know how lucky you are to have both parents that actually give a f-ck about you
there’s man in this room that wish they had a stepdad that tried to understand you
’cause everything your dad never did for you, your mother had to
makin’ sure your stomach has food
how have you got the right to diss a man for takin’ on that role when he doesn’t have to!?
what gives you the right to judge a man’s views
when you’re someone that life gave the upper hand to?
how is your name soul (sole) when you don’t know what it’s like to walk in another man’s shoes!?
see, in my world, having both parents is an amazing thing
but you wouldn’t know about that, ’cause you never had to struggle, or had to blaze a thing
blud, i just come off a battle with cortez, and it played to every cinema
that was history that i made with him
and i barely did my homework for that ese (essay), and still p-ssed with flying colors, and-
(-crowd starts cheering, with some people chanting “2-1!” and others chanting “3-0!”-)
yoooo!
i just come off a battle with cortez, cuz
it played to every cinema
that was history that i made with him
and i barely did my homework for that ese (essay)
and still p-ssed with flying colors, and managed to get my paper in!
but do you know why it was so hard preparing for that battle with cort’?
’cause i should’ve been with my solicitors, preparing for my real battle in court!
i was stressed out mentally, but still tryna piece up words
you knew i was gonna pull out of this battle
but i thought, “f-ck that! the u.k. scene comes first!”
whether that leaves my freedom hurt, just to beat some nerd
i told cheeko, “if i gotta stand behind bars, you gotta stand in front of these ones first!”
yeah! yeah!
facts! facts! facts! facts!
see, blud, i really been in h-ll
in my cell, thinkin’, “what they gonna find out?” while i’m sittin’ in my cell
you wouldn’t last a f-ckin’ day livin’ in my world!
i went home, and deleted my whole icloud…
’cause i don’t want the jakes seein’ the naked pictures of my girl!
that’s real sh-t!
blud, it’s really a drama!
watchin’ my whole family cripplin’ after!
you watch dragon ball z?
gohan, cell: my life a different saga
real-life dragon ball z, and i’m gohan
gettin’ mad seein’ what that cell did to my father!
blud, when you leave here, you go back to ya 9-to-5
that’s ya livelihood
when i leave here, i’m back, tryna link a .9 up 5 (m5) in a lively ‘hood!
see, that’s what the f-ck we got different!
that’s what i’ve done for a livin’!
the sh-t that i rap about ain’t just stuff that i’m spittin’
you ain’t stuck in the system!
never had to run from the pigs, or had a gun wit’ a clip in
keep it real…
a t-tle match was the only time you ever had to worry about a judge’s decision!
and that’s why you can’t compare us in the way that we grind
i’m five-hour studio sessions, days in the trap, stayin’ up late every night
your f-cking dog dies, and you aren’t able to rhyme!
(-a few people start booing, soul waves his hand to quiet the crowd-)
i’m five-hour studio sessions, days in the trap
no sleep for days at a time
ya f-ckin’ dog died, and you ain’t able to rhyme?
well, i wish that sniffer dog died – so there weren’t sh-t he was able to find!
you have a comfy life in the countryside, from a place up in fife
and i come up with rhymes, hopin’ it’s a way to be escapin’ this life
you’re only soul four times a year, when you step on stage in this life
you leave here, you’re just jed
and i’m gemin1 every f-ckin’ day of my life!
time

[round 3: soul]
yo!
stop tellin’ lies!
you are not 25
i rang your gaff to get the contracts all set and signed
his mum picked up like, “you want gemin1?
he’s been a very bad boy, so he’s gone beddy-bye”
i said it’s gemin1! research every battle that he’s got
the guy raps 40-minute rounds – absolutely not
i said i’ll watch your battle and a montage
that’s all your man owes ya
and i was couched on that sofa longer than oprah
had to skip through the battle like, “thank god that that’s over!”
ah, who am i kiddin’?
i skipped through the montage like rocky balboa!
yo! f-cking go!
this copycat poser in a bodybag
show ya in the belly of the beast, then the sonogram’s over
you wanna clash, poser?
you got your chance, don’t ya!?
and a white boy ticked off like a colin kaep’ poster!
the olive branch over – you ain’t brave, buck
we can scr-p right now, you’ll get your face punched
i got ’em all saved up for when the day comes
and i’ve got one (1) for his eye (i) like his name does!
you got me workin’ up an appet-te for acts of violence
i’m talkin’ tom clancy splinter cell, graphite shank beside it
stealthy in the shadow, blade black as night is
it got that carbon-fibre (carb and fiber) cut like the atkins diet!
yo! yo, i will batter you, black and blue
the camera crew will capture you
hot up like malibu, rocky like santa cruz
funny how you chat a bunch of sh-t about my lack of views
gem’s just a front: paul wall in the candy coupe
so talk about the packs you move
talk about the straps you move
thinks that he’s the same ’cause he can walk, talk, and act like you
you’ll see a different gem in the end: crash bandicoot!
let’s see how invincible you feel when i take that mask from you!
yo, the man’ll move like an actor do
i’m far too deranged
i’ve got mark cuban’s brain: this shark’s stupid paid!
hitman-style: put my bars to his brain
bruv, are you insane!?
for four figures, give him a heart (hart) attack, and some sharp-shootin’ pains!
y’all got him lookin’ at me like he’s gomorrah
the imagery is so gem’s
no test, i’m offin’ him instantly
storm that he bring to me, thor couldn’t injure me
snap ’til he half-dead: we could war for infinity!
that’s awful long, battlin’ legends up in the octagon
your last battle was comic-book bars only – i didn’t watch it, don
i’m guessin’ you were marvel
you pander to what the watchers want
prob’ly tony stark, ’cause you’re not as strong without your costume on!
or maybe doctor ock, ’cause he prob’ly got reaches
you’re short, camp, and light-skin: you comic-conceited!
so who are you scarin’?
when his squad has to ride
they tell him like a barber: “you short, back inside!” (and sides)
and what bars he writes? an amalgam of them guys
“i got the strap like…”
“i got the .9 like…”
“i got the tec like…”
but them times, they think he’s the best, right?
i guess why he get universal credit is he livin’ on them bred (bread) lines!
it’s all in the name, though!
it’s soul ’cause the heart of me is bones, blood, and arteries
no thugs-n-harmony
this whole undercard’ll be, no other part of me
that’s the disease! i’m the whole f-cking pharmacy!
see, john john said, “shang tsung was the hardest to beat”
and that’s why anyone that picked him was a mark and a cheat!
i’m soul, if you’re uncertain
there’s only this one version
and you’re gemin1 (gemini) ’cause you’re more than just one person

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