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urltv - mike p vs. young kannon lyrics

[round 1: mike p]
aight, y’all ready?

kannon, we’re here!
it’s like all the world’s energy was just plannin’ on this match
sike + you d+ck+rode on twitter ‘til the fans demanded that we scr+p
so i gave in…you’re welcome
oh, don’t just hand it all to smack
b+tch, i’m a blastoise + just look at the card
you can see i put kannon (cannon) on my back!
punch or not, i’ll speed+box him
so watch your mouth + t++th+poppers
get laced up in the building off smack
we knew sneak+shockers
i’ve beaten stranger things: mike dustin’ (dustin) these weak monsters
in the field, hidin’ the 11 (elеven) like chief hoppеr
bet! i brought a bat to these b+tches: i’m playin’ ty cobb
bet! they brought pulice (police) to this mission: i’m playin’ die hard
bet! ya mob(b) deep? well, this mission, i’m playin’ saigon
bet! your pineal gland gets cracked from a third eye gone!
die, slob!
italian mafia, get ya ride bombed
guy’s skull, spike on his head: look like a rhydon
back out, eyes black out, come in some izods
surrounded by the block, sniper mounted for the shot…
bet…i shot kannon (canon) on a tripod!
you fight hard, so lift the hands, we get the fade in
right hook blur vision: i left kannon (canon) pixelated!
you p+ssy!
this don’t need to be street! it sleep f+ckers
act big, homes, it pops up at him (adam): mr. deeds butler
weak sucka! my mind so different
all that talkin’ added fuel to the fire of the pyro+gifted!
i’ll leave brizz jimz, he’s a gyro twisted!
a flight off top, then a right (write) on roc(k) like hieroglyphics!
you wit’ the big+
i don’t see you as a speed bump, you lame twerp
you’re just a guinea pig to show your peeps how the game works
so lay down, stay down
don’t speak up or flames burst
white boy pointin’ two: “dude, keep up the great work!”
this is mike p vers’ a peon chump
i mean, you’re gassed, past loaded + well, now you beyond lux
i’m k!llin’ this cartoon b+tch: it’s aeon flux
i hit fire, your whip flyin’ like elon musk
you’re with the biggest crew in battle rap, feelin’ stacked on the shelf
i’m on the biggest cards in battle rap, puttin’ stacks on the shelf
so i can see, in those tweets, that you were askin’ for help
how you kannon (canon), but can’t find the right angles to capture yourself?
i’m just askin’, for a friend
‘cause you know, i’m cool wit’ your crew
and i knew they knew you, so i figured i’d just ask them again
is it the writtens, y’all? i listen more
cave gang, what’d you put this kid in for?
y’all all new weapons, yet draggin’ kannon (cannon) like the civil war?
i’ll listen more
dawg, if they liked you, you’d be in spots to remain comfortable
but your fans a bunch of s+x robots: they fake f+ck wit’ you!
but you a real female, and ain’t a d+mn thing change
i stoop low, but sometimes you gotta let the chain hang
i said a few racks, at least, for me to dead a lame name
yo’ whole career in the shadows + b+tch, you mega cave gang
f+ck you mean? time
[round 1: young kannon]
said yo…you know i’m ‘bout to beat yo’ cracker ass, right?

y’all ever seen two n+ggas goin’ back+and+forth in the hood like a brawl was in sight?
but you knew one of them n+ggas ain’t want no smoke
they were scared of the consequences, they ain’t really wanna fight
but if they backed down, the whole hood would call them “p+ssy” for the rest of they life
and that’s exactly how this battle got set up tonight
go ‘head, clown + flex
in the florida keys somewhere you’ll be found next
i just came to test mike (mic) and get me a sound check
you been talkin’, boul
now it’s time i show you the art of war
get punched in your mouth
turn your two front t++th to a doggy door
i’m bad, dangerous, and off the wall like when mike pop
but if mike pop, then get mike popped!
james jordan, headshot, side of the road + do him like mike pop!
i’m semi+totin’
dolo mission, i don’t need many soldiers
i’m all through long island
copiague, hempstead, bellmore, to mineola
what’s happenin’?
multisyllable+grind time+rhymin’ b+tch!
always complainin’ online, and we tired of it
i’ll (+swoo+swoo+) line your sh+t
askin’ me, “can i beat michael?”
course (kors), watch
they paid the bag to show you what time it is
i promote the action
run up wit’ the carbon, let fo’ detach him
tom sheppard: the 15 good in the shootout, even though i’m slackin’
you ain’t learn from that ave ass+whoopin’!?
now you callin’ out brizz…the boy wildin’
you already died from the cave: that’s floyd collins
you on some sucka sh+t!
jumped in the car, did a blog talkin’ ‘bout how my gut is big
but yo’ mama love them fat n+ggas
i captain morgan’d the ho and hit her wit’ that chubby d+ck
double+barrel, you could have a faceoff with snuffleupagus
i make it hard for white trash to eat like the government!
the laser gripped, raise the sh+t, blaze the clip, get him eight for this
my foundation been sick, kid! you better make a wish
if i don’t believe in god, dead from the .40, after the eighth he is (atheist)
i’m the fugitive: watch me k!ll pulice (police) and get away wit’ it!
burners is clappin’
i’m in the hood with them murderers trappin’
i done gave blacks and whites the same work: that’s affirmative action
you want a 8+ball? well, i’m that n+gga
you want a grave, dawg? well, my set willin’
five tecs peelin’
left p (pee) in the hallway: it’s a project building
what you got!?
(+mike p impression+)
“he lacks starpower and spit a bunch of general bars!”
well, i k!lled yo’ boss born, b+tch
i even gave your general…bars!
wit’ two bangers steppin’, and i’mma find you a new way to heaven
newspaper, michael on the cover like 2k11
rappin’ that nonsense only gon’ get you a gat to your conscience
or a (+swoo+) buck+fifty up front like your battle deposit!
he say i got old bars?
naw! that’s just grind, grit, and old scars
you watched me pull the plug on jakk’ (jack): i think my phone charged
now it’s yo’ turn!
i got the right to murk you and your tired circle
backhand + let’s see you bite the smack (smack) like a sprite commercial!
your voice annoys every real n+gga in this room
don’t even talk, fam’
yeah, you beat a tapedeck, but see these (cds) round wherever you walk, man (walkman)
you can’t f+ck wit’ him
low+end, all we know is drill and gun missions
you tried to slit your wrists…i woulda slit your throat
b+tch, we cut different
you ain’t tough, wigga!
you get on smack and play and pretend
hashtag his death on the ‘net, we could make it a trend
ya body drop!
the n+ggas who did it, they in the wind
revolver, clean (qleen) spinnin’ like “woooooooo! say it again!”
you ytg!? you rep that?
well, i’m here to check that
you just a cracker that used to try to work out in a meth lab
you a b+tch!
bedaffi green voice: “yeah, i said that!”
don’t talk how your tec clap
and don’t speak on my man gettin’ swung on ‘til you find that no+name n+gga that punched you and go and get your respect back!
put that ‘flava in ya ear’ like rest in peace to craig mack!
your set lamers!
and losin’ 85 percent of your battles has been your rep, player
crushed glass in your food: you got k!lled by what the chef gave ya
southside!
[round 2: mike p]
ah…
they say you punch crazy+
real talk…i find it funny to think you’re no one to f+ck wit’
like i’m the corny one that would just shock the world if i roll up and touch sh+t
‘cause at blueprint 2? ooh…this ho did some f+ck sh+t
crazy how the hands froze on someone so known for their punches
go+rilla warfare
learn somethin’ as you go forward in your time
if you gon’ act gangsta, be gangsta and don’t just flow it in your rhymes
because your man came to support you, and you showed a lack of pride
and let shine slip through like you was opening the blinds
we need answers, guy…give ‘em pr+nto!
was ya shy in chicago?
shy in the chi
and you from the chi? well, i know
sweet angle

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