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urltv – mike p vs. th3 saga lyrics

[round 1: mike p]
saga…
you said nome was a dream come true, but is that from the defiance you went through?
to hit this stage and, show your faith that, you the tightest in your group?
say, “look, mom, i can fly…”
f+ck are you, travis scott?
you that close wit’ god? well, i’m admirin’ your truth
my apologies + i’m michael…the archangel
i’m the highest in the room
i’m takin’ all y’all heads
i’d be p+ssy to call y’all threats
thin line between me and the goats like a barnyard fence
this deja vu to that group that you called y’all friends
this ain’t the first time battle rap realized you don’t belong on x!
i’m makin’ an effort
p+ssed off seein’ our names were together
i should’ve interrogated tay roc
instead, you cave under pressure!
i’ll take him to heaven
steal without makin’ a gesture
clean money, marty byrd: i’m an angel investor!
bang! one shot, he caught the drawn .40 first
then bang! two shots, he hit the calm dirty earth
then bang! three shots gon’ make his core pour a quart!
and if th3 saga continues, i’ll make a long story short!
p+ssy, calm it down!
get robbed wit’ an ak, withdraw accounts
ace told me if i could get rich (ricch) wit’ a chopper (choppa), walk him down!
i feed off action!
you gon’ rap well, but i’m not convinced
you chose me + you’ve mistaken common sense for confidence
ya got neither, c+ck iron
dr. pepper: shots fired
top flyin’
hollow points…messed wit’ his head: scott steiner!
i’m airin’ at they idol
it’s apparent i ain’t like you
lebron poppin’ now, but calm it down comparin’ him to michael!
you in need of some help
you always doin’ this…(+smack, smack, smack+)
punch bars + (+smack+) + ’cause you too christian to release off the belt
that p+rn angle is played out, but…so is this
it needs to be shelved
i guess even in battle rap, it’s still doors locked, lights off, and you beatin’ yourself
it’s parallel
what i jot hot, too
don’t even act like i will not knot you
dissect you wit’ a fine comb
you? tied up here, your plotline through
you peep the man bun, b+tch? i’m on the top, (k)not you
it’s goat sh+t!
opposin’? suck a whole d+ck
i’m a notch above you
owned every card i been on for a year straight
i will not be humble!
taurus out, five+shot revolver and i plot to slump you
i gotta be your higher power, saga + only god can judge you
saga…keep comin’ wit’ that lost mentality
your ignorance is leading to your loss in salary
you here to act like you still a boss and battle me
i’m here to put some life into your false reality
[round 1: th3 saga]
it’s ’bout time!
url done brought the sensei back!
christianmingle: on god, they done met they match!
you shoulda told mike p this was his death date, smack
it’s more than rap
almanac: let’s state facts
it’s more than rap
almanac: let’s state plaques
they tried to harm a chrome
honestly, i ain’t gon’ lie, this wasn’t somethin’ that y’all condone
smack was frontin’ on the green…but they finally allowed god in nome (garden gnome)
to complete the errands!
i seen people hating on what i gotta do
but i made it off the strength and never need the clearance
cats was p+ssed i been earned (ben urn) this break, like meet the parents!
look what they put in front of you
cats p+ssed i been earned (ben urn) this break, like meet the parents
look what they put in front of you…
ah…
cats p+ssed i been earned (ben urn) this break, like meet the parents
look who they put as your rival
i ain’t gon’ lie, mike
we know the money wasn’t there, so they had to throw a look to excite you…
’cause mike’ll get minor profit like a book in the bible
wait + micah? minor prophet? bible?
that’s so smart
white boy, drug through the gospel: that’s ozark!
you gettin’ hurt for this!
you gettin’ hurt for it!
all these things i had to get to this card, i had to work for it!
and you think i’mma let you win (in), pulice (police)? where’s your search warrant!?
you think i came to let you win (in), pulice (police)? where’s your search warrant!?
d+mn…
you think i’m here to let you win (in), pulice (police)? where’s your search warrant?
long as you+ ah, man…
(+saga repeats the line two more times as he tries to get his focus back+)
aw, man, i’m sorry, y’all
you think i’m here to let you win (in), pulice (police)? where’s your search warrant?
you weak+ aw…
you weak menace…
you weak menace…
you weak menace…
time + stop
[round 2: mike p]
it’s ryu vers’ the sensei, but let’s get into them statements, saga
’cause i could bet you been waitin’ with zen patience
you ain’t corny ’cause you rep faith and mid+tier ’cause you ain’t set+bangin’
let’s face it + it’s because you’re a sensei…not a sensation
all these punch bars, but do you fight?
i’ll weave, box, have his head cave in
this an evil right (rite), and i’ll lead us not into temptation!
this could be ya life, and from my perspective, your set’s basic
you battled metta world peace?
well, p+ssy, from now on, my intent’s flagrant
the real king
it’s insulting to question if common man worthy
you follow jesus, the man of cure (manicure), but never got your hands dirty
it’s basic sh+t
saga think he fabulous (fabolous) ’til i lay the hits
well, y’all want yellow hoodie mike
well…b+tch, i’m yellow sweater jadakiss!
smack, listen, i’ll rap with him
i am that different
wash us in the blood: the west gon’ see a baptism
cal’ liftin’, i ain’t gotta tell you how a .380 act
bullet left a small hole in the kid clothes: a baby gap!
you need a preacher
i’ll box this corn: cream of wheat ya
uppercut if we gotta do this again, like i’m pleased to meet ya
razor out, piece to meet ya
cut his face: leak the feature
nose cut, joker face
little caesar: pizza, pizza!
the sh+t hurts!
mp5, i’ll let that b+tch burst!
hit nerves! dig dirt!
start bottom, get vert’!
scope out, i took half his head off stream like nickmercs!
keep it rap, fam’!
i concuss, him with backhands
blunt force, put a dent in his head: timthetatman!
we ain’t even in bouts
this ain’t even a bout
i’ll monitor this hand+to+hand like a keyboard and mouse!
if nome x the summit, then you got everything you can get, correct?
false!
you still dyin’ for acceptance, or to solve the diconnect
leagues p+ss on you, and you just change clothes, front like the sh+t’s the best
but in real life, you put that fake image on and doctor (dr.) disrespect
get this checked
our path ain’t the same, saga, i kid you not
your path was filled wit’ no+names on small leagues just to get you hot
yet you walk around this b+tch, all profound and sh+t, like you hit the slots
but i know that little contract you signed just to get in this spot
we spoke…whole process was grueling and you got gypped the guap
but contract signed
you, swallowed pride and acted like it’s bliss
i watched you play king
but even when you beg for respect, they couldn’t give two squats
a caffeine stream full of smack foam fingers couldn’t get you props!
this b+tch get boxed!
you was cool when you came in, but your lane shifted
went from sh+ttin’ on gun+bar rappers to ak+liftin’
say, is it strange that your ways of tryin’ to portray victim
have slowly led astray as you look more and more like a fake christian?
that’s real
saga, i’m just statin’ the facts
you sh+tted on gun+bar rappers for blazin’ their straps
and you not even the f+cking christian you portray in your raps
but me? a f+ckin’ open book
shared my war wounds and my demon life
my path to greatness, advantageous to what i fiend in life
a professional artist and f+ckin’ streamer
woman to be my wife, kids i’d die for
saga, i completed my dream in life!
i know…you wanna play that lead role wit’ this rappin’ sh+t
you wanna act like a boss, but when the boss calls, you cap and sh+t
fact is this: i made more than double you tonight just rappin’ sh+t
and saga, by the end of the week, i’ll make even more recappin’ this
…go ahead
[round 2: th3 saga]
my bad for the first
i embraced the dark and found light
i pulled back the curtains…and realized all your fans serve as a catalyst for all this crown hype
but that’s+…came+…’bout+
there’s somethin’ off about mike (mic)!
there’s somethin’ off about mike (mic)…
i came+…ah+…eh+
there’s somethin’ off about+
i can’t believe i’m doin’ this, bro
there’s somethin’ off about mike (mic)…
there’s somethin’ off about mike (mic)…
i watched you win the fans over for years wit’ the weakest gimmicks

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