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urltv – truth watson vs. mvp lyrics

[round 1: truth watson]
i say, you gon’ mention guns, drugs, fights
sh+t that shoulda stayed in the streets
and talkin’ ‘bout the trap is what you like to say and repeat
but after this, you’ll be takin’ a seat
dear lord, please let me have a good next seven days…
i’m here to prey (pray) on the weak (week)
wit’ two ‘ks (2k), don’t start beef
i give a f+ck if it’s 3+v+3 in the streets + you can’t park me
, do not take me light! it’s costly!
i’m a real n+gga, and i put that on everything like parsley
berry moore jr., you are trash as f+ck!
you in the crucible and ultimate madness + it ain’t addin’ up
see, i done had it up to wit’ you
we do not need moore (morе) + we done had
n+gga, everything fake ‘bout him
and since you rep your set so hard, every drop of blood is what i drain out him
i gotta drop moore (more) life like a drake album!
i’m a
greyhound for a road trip: bus(t) heaters
and i know, i be a little skeptical, but i love nina
n+gga, i can count the b+tches that i trust on one finger
you can’t fool nothin’
move, cousin!
y’all gon’ think of derrick rose injuries when the tool dumpin’
‘cause he on the floor, and they all gon’ be screamin’ “” when i pull somethin’!
yeah! yeah, n+gga!
i got it on me + you think i’m scared, n+gga?
y’all remember trey songz wit’ the cornrows?
it got a hair+trigger (trigga)
oh, i+oh, i+oh, i think they like me
no, you will not fight me
promise you gon’ get holes up in yo’ shirt if you spite me
big bullets, fly in any weather like a white tee
i’m slide in!
pistol in my lap and ride in
everybody askin’ “who done it?” i did!
this is therapy, i’m helpin’ you see what’s on the inside…of your eyelids!
but he this big crip and he swear he strapped
‘til i let a dezzi clap!
a headshot’ll have blue sittin’ down: now he handicapped
but
i’m just a pimp in recruitment, the mac (mack) spit
where is his body geographically? i don’t know
n+gga, track it
so whether you got a map, b+tch, or follow him on twitter
you still gon’ have to find him on the atlas (@ list)!
i’m sick!
the n+gga tried to run, haul off
(+chk+chk+) and met a shotgun
celebrity sighting: sawed+off (saw dolph)
or maybe the tec spittin’ if he set+trippin’
n+gga! you wanna know what it’s like to be my next victim!?
helen keller tryna tell you somethin’: it’s a death (deaf) sentence
go next, n+gga
[round 1: mvp]
you made it to the biggest platform in battle rap bein’
why is you that?
see, the url is where the real n+ggas flourish, and he tryna ruin that
he not believable
anderson burrus should be here instead of you
and this what we doin’, smack?
i mean, what i’m sayin’ right now is not even supposed to be at truth like cooper saxe
quit playin’ wit’ me!
the n+gga had a whole youtube drop, does nothing with it but goes to rbe
the sh+t is insanity
the n+gga even had jerusalem behind him like christianity
, n+gga!
we had to go and find this sh+t on our own
how the f+ck are y’all survivor series n+ggas, but have yet to be on a island on your own?
you are h+lla an informant
you h+lla not important
they only know you ‘cause you do a good impersonation of beas’ (bees)
you a yellowjacket h+rnet
do y’all remember when you and your siblings would f+ck up somethin’ at the crib, but it wasn’t a snitch in the group?
and then daddy came downstairs like “i’m finna whip all you mothaf+ckas until i get to the truth”
i’m ‘bout to black out!
i brought macs out, like “take that route”
you are nothing! just wasted sp+ce…like a frat house!
when my partna died, i changed entirely
put the wood handle on the tre
that’s bark in the pound like the humane society
this n+gga gon’ bring up his height!
i felt like that was a cheap move
talkin’ about “i’m 6’2””
how ironic, n+gga…me too
i’m a 5+foot+f+ckin’+5
and truthfully, you know what else i specialize in, truth?
i’m tryna cl!ck on a ho roof
a fif’ and a fo’, too
his brains spilled all over his b+tch
now she gotta live in her own truth!
mama, i made it!
even though they don’t know who i am, i figured i’d change it
and i can’t quite put my finger on what makes you a
how are you the favorite?
i do work
yo’ b+tch ass flipped over my name, so i guess it’s you first
shotgun sh+lls, kept it a buck wit’ him
n+gga, truth hurt
he ain’t lettin’ it off
i got n+ggas at home right now that’s bettin’ it all
‘cause you think everything is a joke
you literally remind me of the riddler
i question yo’ cloth
street status!
[round 2: truth watson]
i know, i know + you keep a k wit’ you
and you do everything that you say you do
supported by st. louis + kd, verb, and those standin’ true
handin’ your brother a unplugged contro+
lil’ n+gga, i ain’t finna play wit’ you
i’ll put some sh+ yeah, i know
i’ll put some sh+lls by his ear, and we ain’t on the beach neither
i keep heaters
i’m talkin’ fast food worker in the parking lot: the street sweepers
i’m a h+llraiser, i pin heads to the wall
lemme show you how this sh+t work
it disperse
i swear i got a sixth sense
i see dead people, but i gotta get to the fif’ first!
and wave a toolie
if he speak on what he saw, we finna make a movie
i’ll mask up like freddy and k!ll anybody adjacent (jason) to you
or i’ll take it down a notch if he start wit’ me
pistol+whip to the white meat (meet) like eharmony
they were starvin’ me, so i’m relyin’ on my gun if we poppin’ some sh+t
‘cause when it come down to a pole (poll), mvp at the top of the list
this ain’t a hood playground, he ain’t slidin’ in the street
i’m a gandhi escort, talkin’ ridin’ wit’ the piece (peace)
k!ll this n+gga, d. wade: he gon’ retire from the heat!
keep actin’ like durk (dirk) when you post and get your maverick
that’s the final, mvp!

we slidin’ if he trippin’
then pistol+whip ‘til his t++th missin’
it take a few bucks to get you shot like cheap liquor
nah, latrell sprewell, dada shoes
any time we step, we keep spinnin’
i’mma see, n+gga
i’ll leave ‘em all dead
bury moore when i spark lead
try to pull up on my wife and kids…jr. gon’ get a big+ass baldhead
y’all scared
he catch a face shot if he pop sh+t
bobby shmurda, burner on the eye, i’m talkin’ hot sh+t
n+gga, you are not crip
never mind + this sucka neighborhood like a thot b+tch
watch this + mac on me, and i got it in my belt
the 10 will (wheel) bus(t)
they gon’ have to charter you the help
lil n+gga!
url, what y’all feedin’ him?
i’ll send him to the afterlife
i don’t know what y’all see in him
k!ll this n+gga
right there the rock is where i’m leavin’ him
now your fam’ smell somethin’, start talkin’ through a shirt
n+gga, they gon’ have to communicate through a
good evenin’
[round 2: mvp]
my cousin shine hit my line
he said, “man, it’s a g+y n+gga in the tournament. is that the n+gga that you battlin’?”
i said, “…yes”
he said, “you better k!ll that zesty+ass n+gga”
and i bet cuz be flat+out lyin’
so whatever happens tonight, it’s shine (shyne) fault like black rob dyin’
you need to take that funny sh+t down to king of the dot
or be fightin’ a smith
you non+rhymin’
i mean, it’s clear you already had too much caffeine…
it’s time to twitch!
i was creepin’ wit’ a weapon, squeezin’ on a wesson
y’all wanna hear a truth watson bar that he thought was threatenin’?
the b+tch said “i’m in everybody crib like the bowl wit’ the spaghetti stains”
then had the nerve to look around like he was reppin’
n+gga, how in the f+ck is that possible when you don’t even have the sauce that leave an impression!?
in my own skin!
i’m handlin’ the truth
fentanyl: step on dog like animal abuse!
it’s finna get ugly, n+gga
f+ck you and south carolina
you can’t son me, n+gga
we was sellin’ hay wit’ the cal’ (cow) to keep stable
you just some n+gga
this sh+t limitless!
pure penmanship!
you a b+tch!
run up, and it’ll be like the intro to one of our favorite shows…
“i got in one little fight and my+”
i’ll
he can’t wit’ me!
and what make it worse is i’m a real n+gga, actually
check my background
look at my past, you’ll find casualty
assault, battery
i done pulled down on n+ggas: gravity
wit’ rounds that keep soundin’ the same
n+gga, that’s cassidy
i’m gang for real!
i was just gon’ beat you the f+ck up+

[truth watson]
cap

[mvp]
+but i’d rather just put the snipe on folks
see, my crips back home told me “good luck”
and like soulja boy glasses…right on (write+on), locs
i need to know what the is so impressive that n+ggas did!
y’all wanna know why it took me so long to get on smack?
i wasn’t finna let norbes call me “bay+bay” and “boo+bop” like you n+ggas did
the unknown k!lla!
so in this setting, i’m clearly the best off
neck shot
his voice box flew out of his ear
since the n+gga love hearin’ hisself talk!
he can’t
let’s go

[round 3: truth watson]
ugh…crucible madness
they called me “last chance larry” without statin’ why
blaze a guy
he think he stand+up
well, i’mma act a fool on stage: larry the cable g+
lil’ n+gga, who you think you scarin’ in my state?
nfl all+time qb list
i’ll give his top 100 airin’ (aaron) wit’ the .8
i’m finna act a monkey like caesar in planet of the apes
you wanna know what+
you wanna know why this won’t do for me what it’ll do for you?
see, i really lose if i lose to you
you lose, you go straight back to the f+ckin’ crucible
it’s unusual
like, how in the f+ck did you get here!?
it beats me
this your 10th url tryout, and you thought you would defeat me
okay, magic johnson…
no matter how you appear to be built, you’ll always be labeled as a pg
you told dna you’ll “stuff the 30 in the 15 like statutory rape”
(+truth lets out an exasperated sigh+)
listen here, little queer
you don’t think that’s just a little weird?
like, you had a blank sp+ce in your round and said “i’ll put it here”?
and no disrespect to your craft or your height
obviously not the one to belittle here
like, like…you even did it like some kinda special move, in fact!
n+gga watched surviving r. kelly and said “hmm…i could shake a room wit’ that”
proven facts
he said+
+like r. kelly and said “i could shake a room wit’ that”
proven facts…
(+truth watson stumbles+)
aahh…
watched surviving r. kelly and said “hmm, i could shake a room wit’ that”
proven facts…
(+truth watson chokes+)
ah, time

[round 3: mvp]
so norbes blocked you from url because he didn’t like the fact that you was with jaz…
so he blackballed you…outta all n+ggas
n+gga, i don’t even think norbes like girls
he was tryna f+ck +
man, the hatin’ should stop
he ain’t takin’ this spot
my mama wanted me to be a boy scout
i was outside makin’ a
the can’ll pop!
we can fight right after this, my n+gga
is you a man or not?
‘cause i look at this b+tch and see a palm+reader
i just wanna know if truth got hands or not
i do elite rappin’
even my filler be cold as f+ck
i just keep snappin’
so you even gotta dread the gray area like sheed happens!
i’m
i got the remedy (remyd), truth
holla if you wanna learn a bit
y’all thought the action was over because verb left
, it’s a new wave + sh+t’s permanent
i’m a product of the african palace, and i brought them habits wit’ me
and a lot of you mothaf+ckas around this b+tch startin’ to look like
this used to be city!
you used to do a…lotta red+raggin’
what happened?
you gon’ tell ‘em or you want me to do it?
never mind
askin’ a n+gga, a big homie went to the joint and got put off the set
and them facts is obvi’
now blood ain’t worth sh+t no more like magic johnson body
this herb a herb
can’t go word for word
i got a choppa wit’ a banana clip that i had to get used to
sh+t came wit’ a learnin’ curve
you went to rbe and sh+t the f+ckin’ bed!
you felt like that was the best solution?
as floss had you by yo’ neck like a mafia execution?
this the worst smoke!
i been in this field so f+ckin’ long, i got turf toe!
i’m tryin’ a hater!
pistol to his skull
i’m talkin’ metal to skin like the terminator
and yo’ weak+ass partna kid chaos said that i had a tall task ahead of me
p+ssy, you holler at who?
we ain’t gon’ talk about what the f+ck you did in the tournament
didn’t the lou (lu) get you outta here too?
i’m the same mvp!
you can’t change mvp!
and as long as this n+gga dies, you can blame mvp
i got a mothaf+ckin’ chip on my shoulder
it’s about to be the shock of the night
‘cause y’all call yung ill a crackhead when he wasn’t
so i’m rockin’ (rock in) the pipe
i f+ckin’ spaz, dump the mag’
you f+ckin’ trash
louis armstrong, miles davis
yo’ biggest claim to fame is f+ckin’
street status!

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