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urltv – k-shine vs. chess lyrics

[round 1: chess]
you ran for a while, n+gga + your time’s up
they say chokin’ brought my stock down
bet i won’t choke bringin’ the stock up
don’t come here wit’ no science boards, doctor scrubs, midgets, or that mime stuff
’cause your hospital bed gon’ be just like your battles: propped up!
this gon’ be a horror scene and a movie
like throwing greens in a smoothie, how k’ll (kale) be gettin’ chopped up!
and we chopped up, so act polite
security ain’t check me, and you ain’t facin’ a canadian
neither one of us got a pat tonight!
he ain’t like what i did in that magic fight!?
i couldn’t wait to catch shine in traffic
see, you won’t be thе n+gga that has it (hazard) light!
why you actin’ like we ain’t battle twicе
finna scr+p and fight, then smack was tight
and rematched it like, “chess, let’s promote it, son. the bag is ri+”
you said the crowd ain’t here to react to me if i stop!?
n+gga, the staff ain’t here to stop me if i react tonight!
blood, i’ll eat your food!
now peep this: dude ain’t even move ’cause it’s n0body around this time to keep us cool
he’s just a sad clown!
let the bloods be wit’ him know, sleeves in his bag now
you frail, hater
url trailer: all i see is a bunch of hype…wit’ bs (beas’) in the background
what this burner do is splatter your brains
or you’ll see nothin’ but hands…like a virtual reality game
i’ll pull up dolie just to murder you + f+ck askin’ again
show face independent (in da pendant)
and you don’t wanna be that person who ain’t havin’ a chain
bang! clap at his brain
left bullets stuck in his apple
they gon’ have to pick ’em out his hat like a raffle
sit him down, put shine on his back pockets like bedazzle
disrespect the locs? ain’t no holdin’ ’em back
all you gon’ see is a bunch of crabs…and (in) a barrel!
f+ckin’ snake, i got a toy for your kid if you get me rattled
so get me mad as ever, so i can turn this to your last endeavor
my temper rare, he (temporary) know all that sh+t wouldn’t last forever!
macs, berettas, ars, glocks
so if i spot him on the radar tryna raid our spot, that’ll only make sh+t scarier
soon as he gets his foot in the door, i will break and (in) bury ya (barrier)
errt! pull up in the whip, n+gga shakin’
he couldn’t see through the window + it was a tense (tints) situation
his brother dyin’ next
he tried to run inside the jets
and got popped up at the door like the uninvited g+
i am chess, back with them bars again
they told me to go my hardest and it made me too subpar, k (parkay), like margarine
i heard lyt wanted to face k
i felt the same way
you mad ’cause i was the first to see shine? gimme a break, day
they say pat couldn’t leave
well, i snuck out the crib + basically, i ain’t stay
to h+ll where i’ll take k
get this dude erased, then do the race: i’m tay+k
j+frame, luger, both of ’em spray k
raisin’ h+ll wit’ j and l + where you think i’mma place k?
your b+tch better take flight wit’ you or you know what i’ll do to your bae, k (bakay)
this the n+gga y’all think tough?
i’m off the chain for real
this stainless steel will give you 14, k (14k)
just link up
you could miss a line if you blink once
sleepin’ on me, but tryna see what day quill (dayquil) like? keep up!
you pulled a mean stunt when i was younger, i wasn’t into that
so i wasn’t finna rat
but now that i’m agin’ (agent), k, i figure we could discuss this as men and (in) black
[k+shine]
hard…hard

[chess]
honestly, i don’t think any n+gga talkin’ on the ‘net’s a thug
so i block the hate and accept the love
but my b+tch don’t play that sh+t, she shootin’ just because
basically, my bae lift (ballif) on any n+gga that’s next to judge!
you’ll get stepped on, cut, stretched, and drug
out here actin’ extra blood
you said you from a crip block, right?
why you ain’t just be cuz?
same reason i’m k!llin’ you: just because!
talkin’ reckless without your gun can get so dangerous
i still keep the ratchet under the bed
but you a different kind of cheater: the type to jump out the window…naked!
he tryna fight for life, in the hospital wit’ tubes in his gut
pint of rice, n+gga gotta eat his food through a cup!
if we battle on the roof and i had to be the loser to jump
it’ll still be yo’ loss, ’cause the version i remember he still got thrown off!
that’s way different
sneak a (sneaker) n+gga for the cheese: k+swiss him!
body after body after body: i’m shape+shiftin’!
cakelyfe

[round 1: k+shine]
you know how many times you dropped the ball for this!? numerous!
it was to the point where i’m like, “i don’t even wanna do this sh+t”
url, y’all lucky i love y’all, or i wouldn’t even approve of this
’cause y’all just forcin’ the cakes on this b+tch like, “wait…what’s love got to do with it?”
look around! n+gga, i don’t need a crowd nor a posse
craig pops comin’ home from work: the dog got me!
it’s carbon! i make top paper
everything underneath? all copies!
is he ’bout to die!? yes
why chess (chest)? autopsies!
new german ruger!
it’s different!
new german ruger!
how it left a n+gga reekin’ (‘rican)
anything by race, you’ll (biracial) be a vegetable this evenin’
pistol on his bro, he sweatin’ and he pleadin’!
’bout to drop a tear before the pops, just like the movie fresh
(+chk+chk+) and chess gon’ be the reason!
that’s somethin’ you ain’t get? well, soon you’ll see the message in the greetin’
a kickback wit’ these hollows? coulda left a n+gga leanin’
but i control mines (minds): professor x
razor out, sketchin’ flesh
ekg: checkin’ chess (chest)
69: that’s neck+and+neck
aye, geechi! i’m still cuttin’ like a dj: that’s s&s!
how many of these cave+ boy!
how many of you cave n+ggas i gotta set to rest!?
i’m still raisin’ your people’s eyebrow after y’all roc(k) is out
i k!lled yk and ave like…that’s a catfight + chess (chest) poppin’ out
roc, pick any member! i’ll have ’em all pilin’ out
i’m talkin’ bucks in my son chess (chest): lester on big momma’s house
you wildin’ out
chopper rounds, stuck in his appendix
swiss army knife, cut like poor attendance
two doctors on him, they both need assistance
they got the nurse gettin’ everything outta chess (chest)…like andel in don’t be a menace!
y’all know he a victim!
but you can pick it
you can go from a…stop at the cave, to a stop at the morgue
from a…spot on the stage, to a spot on the floor
from hangin’ out wit’ roc, to gettin’ rocked in the jaw
from eatin’ out of a soda bottle, to eatin’ out of a straw!
i’m robbin’ y’all!
stick low, sneakers off, i’ll let the kicks go
tip+toe, one strap over the shoulder: well, it’s the big show
spy vs. spy: all he see is the big nose
slide and move chess (chest): jc dancin’ for chris stokes!
i’m the sh+t, bro!
veteran…
i been sick in any room y’all met us in (medicine)
you still kickin’ down doors?
ruger have you up, late…let ’em in (letterman)
weapon spin, blowin’ up chess (chest) like estrogen
all they seen was tape and chess (tapin’ chest) like a lesbian!
you won’t get a round!
boy, i’mma send you to a place that you ain’t never been
and take the whole family on one trip like a mexican
two razors, rippin’ flesh
got a double check: i was incorrect
got the glock raisin’, have roc nation right next to hov: lenny s
got a glock .9 wit’ a mini tec
nba streets: get a n+gga stretched
then a hole right over chess (chest) like, “one time, i used to smoke cigarettes”
i been the best + period!
real as a heart attack
this all gas + you see, this chess (chest) problem ain’t that serious
i’m furious!
you wasn’t even a task
i was waitin’ for pat, you can ask
i ain’t even wanna go here
chadwick boseman: i was mindin’ my own business, makin’ movies, holdin’ up the x
then this cancer done surprised us outta nowhere
but what you think it ain’t a stage for (4)!?
check!
check! mate in two, n+gga
[round 2: chess]
all i kept hearin’ while i was preparin’ is “chess better off ya”
well, this gon’ be one for the books: best+selling author
they said if i come wit’ all three, he dyin’
well, i ain’t got a round to waste (waist), shine: b.b. simon
it’s true he nice, but i’m sick of shine: uv light
even mayweather got n+ggas who think he gon’ lose each fight
see, y’all always win ’cause y’all always do things right
but me, i never lose ’cause i’ll always gotta prove things twice
as a youngin, i ain’t give a f+ck if i came to battles lookin’ ass
broke without a cut like sugar glass
i started that one+line sh+t, you and dna took it fast
showed y’all how to come across wit’ straight punches
gave y’all that hook and jab
i told ’em, “get that p+rn from the mag'”
that mean “book his ass”
like windshields, i’ll let it go in the middle of your hood, then dash
blast the .30
cops on my ass, so i had to hurry
cuz said i could stay wit’ him in newark, i don’t have to worry
yo, twork, get well soon
i’m just thinkin’ ’bout all them nights i had to crash in jersey
that was dirty! i hope you don’t hate me, gangsta
i’m just tryna show shine that stayin’ in his lane is safer
when this ptsd kick in, i can’t tame this anger!
every episode, a ratchet get dumped: i’ll flavor flav ya!
.9 wit’ a random .38: stranger danger!
you said you’ll “pick up the stock: forex”, then became a traitor (trader)
you ain’t do it for rex, you did it for x, and them lames you made ya
honestly, this have+a+tooth+when+he+wanna+have+it motherf+cker made you greater
got you looks and made you paper
when you was finna choke in them 2+on+2s, he made a way to save ya
it’s evident! you ain’t the real k!ller + dna’s your savior!
these are the facts!
i’m off the wall + i need someone that push pens (pushpins) to keep me intact (tack)
you run a dojo? wait, speakin’ of that
same n+gga you got in the dojo tryna teach him wit’ rap
i had wit’ me in the trap when he needed a pack
i gave him a seat where he sat
at the table, i gave him a seat where he sat
when he needed the strap, i told him i’d do it for him, who he needed clapped?
at a point, i thought he wanted to be me in his raps
walk like me, talk like me, same sneakers and hat
under the wing and the tat’
put him on the team ’cause i wanted to see him adapt
but based off his previous acts…nah, i ain’t even wit’ that
but your lil’ man my lil’ man, to keep it a stack! (staccz)
i seen you in cortlandt wit’ oun p
don’t think big bro gon’ save the day
let me catch your tail in the hood + you crazy, k?
draco, aim it at your baby, k
then you’ll get ate…wit’ four rounds from the .80, k
i pull up to his door, just knock, but the grip’s already out
ps4, xbox: they both assist him (a system) in the house
to them, me k!llin’ you wasn’t part of the plan
i watched everybody in this land turn (lantern) on me…and now i got shine in the palm of my hands!
i’m sparkin’ the can’ if i see you
my spanish n+ggas catch k (¿qué?) on cue: they bilingual
that’s way different…
i’m shape+shiftin’!
[k+shine]
you finished, bro?
you good?

[round 2: k+shine]
d+mn, homie…
in high school, you was the man, homie…
the f+ck happened to you?
it’s a long road to success
you ain’t even taken half of the steps
you rap wit’ the best, but lack the attack to impress
you act like a vet, but slack when they ask you to prep
it’s always “the deuce, point somethin'” + that’s just average, at best
i’m ’bout to break down some facts you gon’ have to respect
shout out to all the gang+bangers that jack what they rep’
whether you su+woopin’ or y’all choosin’ to flag to the left
but if it’s your own path you neglect, then what you plan to give back to the set?

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