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urltv - loso vs. ryda lyrics

[round 1: ryda]
said, word to the fabric, this ain’t fabricated
i’m still on a mission
my last battle, i was cheated, but i still raised my stock and position
you and saga was supposed to lose y’all last battles…it was fate
oh, i guess y’all wasn’t payin’ attention
y’all were supposed to lose to god and a nun(n)…y’all even lower+ranked in religion
good and evil
is there anybody up there that even oversee?
i mean, even you should have your doubts
’cause you stood right in front of jc, and realized he wasn’t the man he was supposed to be
your bible, full of stories wit’ no proof
is you seein’ it, clown?
bow! now you can get your christi’ and a tee (christianity)
do y’all believe in it now?
the sh+t pitiful
one stab, blood spillin’, create a liver pool
big blade, tamia
loso, (+smack+) it’s so into you!
i squeeze bangers, release anger
dump the body in the river
they gon’ be draggin’ (dragon) somethin’ out of the water: green ranger!
i mean, we got cut off on our road to riches + how unfortunate
but if loso think he can slide into ryda lane, he (laney) high, like where jordan went
got a problem? corner bend, ordered hit
drop coordinates
pop up on him outta nowhere, like the n+gga at 40 crib!
you turned down nunn nunn when he was searchin’ for religion?
i knew you was a sucka
mackk myron call you a f+ggot every chance he get…
now you gotta shoot that mu’f+cka
i mean, it’s just me and you in a small room, and can’t n0body cover for a brother
they say he got game, now he’s just encountered death: jesus shuttlesworth mother!
you told scotty you was tippin’ on fo’+fo’s
i said, “tippin’ on fo’+fo’s? oh!”
i just couldn’t believe it
i said, “won’t you look at this? loso gun bustin’ for jesus”
in that moment, your innocence, it was all over
you became a lost soldier
and i ain’t like the way you handled it, ’cause you even tried to sham god (shamgod) wit’ the crossover!
so is it the lord’s word, or the pistol play?
the holy bible, or a grip today?
god forgives, i don’t + i’ll lift and spray
and it wouldn’t matter, ’cause i’d just walk into the church, get baptized and wash the sins away
am i speakin’ clear? did it reach your ear?
okay, cool, we can leave it there
on second thought, we can’t leave it there
loso, how is it even fair
that i could be the one to send you to heaven, and when i die, i could meet you there!?
i said, i ain’t cave, i ain’t goon, i’m the silk one
wind blow, arm wave, make your b+tch come!
big gun, tombstone + come and get one
he tryna make sure i don’t lose my soul, i’m tryna send one
’cause i get paid off of every body: it’s a gross income!
every man got a dark side, and y’all just seein’ what he showin’
i mean, right now, he reapin’ the benefits, but later he gon’ be payin’ what he owin’
you prob’ly in h+ll already, and your dumb ass is not knowin’
everybody kissin’ ass to go to heaven ain’t goin’!
round
[round 1: loso]
i said+
gimme one minute, real quick
(+loso pulls out his phone and mimics calling his girlfriend+)
hey, uh, baby? ah+ha, real quick, um…you never dated a guy named ryda, did you?
i mean, you can tell me the truth, sweetie
yeah, ryda. he used to be a goonie, he loses all the time…
wait, hold on+ never mind, that’s glueazy
okay, uh…one more+ hold on, i’m on the phone
uh, one more question
tell me the truth, i promise i won’t be mad
that silk shirt you bought that day…you promise it was for your dad?
alright, i believe you
i just had to make sure with my ride+or+die
and since we got nothin’ to worry, this the round we make sure ry+
bro, you got famous for pillow+talkin’!? i could tell you don’t listen to the streets
talkin’ ’bout, “mike, i smashed your girl!”
since when is it ok to be snitchin’ to pulice (police)?
i mean, sheesh, ever since that round went viral, ryda think he made it big+time
and you standin’ tall now, huh?
yeah, i bet you feel about 6’9″ (6ix9ine)
bro, quit lyin’!
you got some nerve to brag about her dirt and past
on second thought, you might be street, ’cause that’s exactly how a virgin act
if i was mike p, on everything, i woulda murked your a+
…sk anyone
ryda, you ain’t deserve to smash
the truth hurts
even tsu surf knows you wasn’t earnin’ (urn &) ash’
ayo, pimp facts! pimp facts!
if you was in my girl contacts, i woulda blocked that
(+ryda lets out a snicker+)
you woulda called, i woulda said, “no, no, no, baby, i got that.”
ayo, ryda, why cap?
saying you exposed mike girl for what he did to danny?
did you forget this month
when you were an unproven rookie, she decided to invest in ya?
but then you messed it up
you got depressed and drunk
started gettin’ duis, after duis, then arrests would come
see, that’s why i can’t respect this bum
’cause while you were busy catchin’ a buzz, she was tryna get you one!
it’s annoying me how you haven’t learned how it works
it’s called loyalty + i learned that in the hood before i learned that in church
she has moved on, little bryan
are you lost and blind?
yo, why am i the religious one, but you still lettin’ ash’ cross your mind?
your senses? you need to come to it
you ain’t done wit’ it, you still in love wit’ it
’cause she woulda never moved forward wit’ a rebound if you was really drummin’ (drummond) it!
i’m assumin’ you wouldn’t do it
i peeped how you was movin’
you had to use that angle, right? i know, ’cause you was losin’
and started choosin’ to bring up mike and that pumpkin patch picture
it was h+lla corny
funny how that pumpkin didn’t turn ryda (ride) into a cinderella story!
you lost!
callin’ yourself the fresh prince in that battle made you look terrible
’cause if you was really the fresh prince, then a judge woulda took care of you
it’s unbearable…
kiss and tell? that’s what these dudes do?
swamp voice: “boy, i could tell you never had no coot new”
aye, i should bruise you
for callin’ yourself buster douglas ’cause you made your name off of mike
well, at least homie real
’cause just like buster douglas, he losin’ his next match to somebody wit’ a holy feel (holyfield)
and you know the deal
friends don’t expose friends, ryda + you put yourself out the rules
and sell out for views
claiming you did to him what he did to danny? are you h+lla confused?
thinkin’ you can be like mike ’cause you put yourself in his shoes?
i mean, ooh!
my bad, i just had to get him right
’cause if ryda (rider) talk to my baby, jesus, it better be talladega nights, aight!?
look, i know you upset right now, and when you hear this, you’ll get through it
just don’t blame me for it, ryda
just know the holy spirit made me do it
(+loso blows a kiss upwards+)
[round 2: ryda]
what in the greenleaf is goin’ on wit’ you christians?
i mean, it’s like y’all forgettin’ the message
it seems like all y’all start to change the moment y’all start receivin’ y’all blessings
i mean, but this where you wanna be, so f+ck it, i’m uppin’ the can’
you know how much power come from a gun in the hand?
blam! now let’s see if god carry you, like one footprint in the sand
n+gga, you dealin’ wit’ a mastermind
every time y’all n+ggas get too big+headed, i’m the one they call to put you back in line
loso was outside that hotel after the nunn nunn battle like, “it’s over for me, ryda”
i said, “don’t worry. i’ll help. call p + i’ll get you back, just fine.”
but i guess you wasn’t tuned in
my last battle was communion: i made the cracker whine (wine)!
now this is the part of the battle where you fight for your life!
boy, you might just get strangled
sh+t, we might throw the hands
(+smack+) sh+t, i might up and bang you
i mean, you christian, right? well, not very christian+like
you deserve to get mangled
now let them know how you was my sparring partner for mike p and you was the one that really encouraged the angle
welcome to battle rap!
where arsonal disrespect, “you died on the same day as your nephew”, and even mike p’s second round vers’ danny get praised crazy
brizz fight mook, calicoe drop in, it get praised crazy
but i throw on some silk and get ridiculed ’cause i talk about f+ckin’ a n+gga lady?
when this christian b+tch ain’t get criticized for talkin’ ’bout a n+gga dead baby!?
is you crazy!?
look here, lady, you talked about barry bandz’s dead baby
and you knew he was still torn
let that happen to you and your wife, my n+gga, you would still feel gone
if that happened to anybody in the world, my n+gga, they will mourn
now imagine a christian sayin’, “aye, man, you know, even within death, there’s still life.”
well, do you think that sh+t count if the baby is stillborn!?
i’m still goin’, ’cause i don’t understand what the f+ck you be sayin’
it’s like you blinded by the fans and the canvas
you don’t even understand what pictures you paintin’
i mean…we talkin’ ’bout the tattoos, the gold in your mouth
can you even explain it?
i mean, wit’ all the drama and gangsta grills (grillz), it seems your faith and dedication is wanin’ (wayne+in’)!
i’m from the dmv!
i represent the leagues where you could actually see the hunger come from a n+gga
you represent a league where the owner will pull a gun and still run from a n+gga
stop preachin’ to me about sh+t you really need to preach to yourself
stop telling me that you hope i don’t lose my soul when you been the only n+gga up here that’s been losin’ hisself
yeah…i said, i’m bombin’, black
relax? i ain’t got time for that
i mean, i’m lookin’ in this caffeine chat, and i need to leave a comment where somebody left a comment at
i mean, honestly, i thought you was bro, bro
i figured out you lied and you h0m+
you used to use god for promo
now it’s glocks and fo’+fo’s
i wouldn’t be surprised if you pushed rocks and coco…
and you lose every time, and you start actin’ like a b+tch
and if you wonderin’, n+gga, that’s why i stopped watchin’ loso!
i’ll take this n+gga out in his sleep! he won’t even know he gone
wakin’ up at the lord’s door like…he don’t even know what’s wrong
god pop out like, “lil’ n+gga, this where you don’t belong.”
your girl’ll wake up to a horse head in her bed: it’s a message from corleone!
i’m f+ckin’ you up right now!
but it’s ok, you gon’ get through it
and don’t be mad at me, loso…the silk made me do it
it’s on you, man
[round 2: loso]
aye, come over here, c’mon+c’mon+c’mon, don’t go
my bad about that last round…
can we rap now?

[ryda]
mm+hmm

[loso]
can we pretend like n0body heard that in the ba+?
yo, we both been poppin’ since 2016 (mm+hmm)
but who’s the rapper that they all should fear?
the rider (ryda) known for one great round, or the one sittin’ on four good years (goodyears)?
i am tired of it, and it’s h+lla wack what this fella raps
i was co+signed by da don, king + you know i’m ’bout to sell this match
you a jealous cat!
so nas, you couldn’t stomach god’s son from a belly tat’
never bein’ on another card wit’ him is what i’m tellin’ smack
y’all wanna listen to ryd’ (ride) wit’ me? put on a nelly track
the villain’s back, but y’all don’t know loso
i’m keepin’ it gangsta wit’ a chip on me: this that old loso
so holla back, youngin! ’cause you finally got a name in this
no, i said, “holla back, youngin”, because of loso, ryda (ride a) train(ed) for this
but it’s not enough, time is up
they know you lack what i do, bruh
oh, you thought ’cause you left michael shaken (shakin’) that they would turn their back to the future?
be honest, ryda!
it’s not hard to decide why i am marty mcfly
they know i’m timeless, ryda (ride)
but you? battle rap trap
oh, you just cookin’ up the base raw?
mr. “i predicted the future!”
yeah, you do look shaky wit’ the 8 b+lls
since quarantine, how many vets have you amazed + none?
you askin’ them to come outside, but they stay at home because you haven’t fazed one (phase 1)
listen, i’m not p+ssed off ’cause y’all puttin’ in ryda so he can battle dudes
i’m p+ssed off because i remember putting in my writer that i will never battle you
but i ain’t mad at you, i understand in this room
you went from me, saga, even battling ooops
they book you in front of a few good men because you can’t handle the truth
all of this time cruisin’ (tom cruise) by, and we just laughin’ at you
because the goonies split up, and yes, we are so convinced
that you are somehow still the fifth option on a team that don’t exist
how did that happen?
it’s mr. “i like to name my guns!”
which is a cool little tactic to hide the fact that you don’t know the original name of one!
let’s put it to the test, though…
ah, this one gun’s a goodie
ryda, do you know what a cornershot semi+automatic pistol is?
no?
then how the h+ll did you ‘up jump the boogie’?
see, that’s what happens to these stupid kids who claim their tool legit
so i’mma start losin’ it! give you a fist!
and bruise your chin! ’til you descend!
how ’bout i strap up my boots and kick!?
forget a magoo + i’ll literally put a timberland (timbaland) through your sh+t!
ah…i shouldn’t have said that word
i gotta think before i edit
it wouldn’t matter because they booked you versus me, so you were cursed before i said it
time

[round 3: ryda]
the man…the silk…the legend…
the preacher…the usher…the reverend…
pimp facts
if yo’ b+tch name in my contacts, we been in contact
it ain’t no need to slow it down, and no rewind that
see, i been wit’ a lot of females
i could spare y’all the details
but if i did…well, most of battle rap wouldn’t sleep well
y’all see these n+ggas as leaders
sayin’ the collection plate is for the bills for the church, and if you’re goin’ through a hard time, you give ’em a call if ya need to
you go outside, you see a new benz, fully loaded wit’ all of the features
i mean, i wouldn’t doubt your flex
malcolm x: ’cause wit’ everything i’ve read (red), the biggest pimps is the preachers
n+gga, i believe in god…
but the same person that gave you the word, n+gga, gave you the bible
they tryna control and divide you
you been lied to, but you defend it because you prideful
they say heaven got streets paved of gold…
hmm + and n0body’s ever been there…
n+gga, they even designed your skies, too
be mindful
you can’t be a hypocrite and think i wouldn’t pin it against you
you can’t be a christian wit’ gun bars and think i wouldn’t pin it against you
you give him all the glory and yourself none?
okay, well, here is the issue
6th man: you feel like that shot only good if the spirit is wit’ you
and now? n+gga, you gettin’ exactly what you deserve

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