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lirik lagu pressure (rap battle) – g83 vs. ceaz damoment

[part i: ceaz damoment]

[intro: ceaz damoment]
i said, “ayo”

[verse: ceaz damoment]
i said, it’s ironic that this b*tch gotta die on my birthday
so luis like a deer crossing a river full of alligators
you ’bout to drown and die in the worst way
double life, your curse, the black earth way
luis, i’m ’bout to knock you the f*ck out, like tyson, ’cause you just an average joke, luis, in the first place
i was p*ssed off when i found out i had to battle a mexican landscaper named jose
now it’s like, you got jose?
i’m like, “f*ck jose”, i don’t care what that hoe say
i tried to do homework on him, it was barely nothin’ there
only 3 battles to compare
you a hoese
with me, you only get 1 shot
your style ain’t dеveloped yet
all i see is nеgatives, i’m a pessimist, your breath stink
and for sayin’ your round’s fresh, imma hit him with a fresh round like a peppermint
treacherous, his boys runnin’ to where the nearest exit is
his neck go twist
spin around, now you can watch your own f*cking back, like the exorcist
i’ll text his b*tch
she like that i’m wilder, bronze bomber
listen, g
real gs move in silence, like lasagna
but you more like the g that’s a iguana
he the type screaming, while he servin’ smack, like he honda
i gotta smoke someone, i stay silent, like the “j” in marijuana
and own it, that’s why they call me ceaz damoment
don’t condone it? you must be kidding me
with a child’s mind? this is grown sh*t
his life, was playin’ with his cellphones, with the sidekick, and the phone flip
man, i used to run the block, sell phones with my sidekick, and phones flipped
i been a hustler, you couldn’t sell a redbone to a grown pit
i even had the accessories to go under hip
you know, the little phone clip
b*tch, pay attention
inside my mind, i’m insane
i see a little comparison to our careers and your name
the “g” is ’cause i’m greater
i’ve battled in 8 more leagues than you, and went 3 times further than you can ever achieve, dude
i’ve been a champ, you a groupie
i did somethin’ you couldn’t even do
been in many wars
like my “k”, shine, show dna
jose, i’m serious
by the time i’m done defeating you, they won’t be able to revive you with a beating tube
he was scared to see me the first time, like, “jeepers creepers”
don’t lie
since he saw me on the plate, i knew i’d be eating you
k!ll him and leave town, no sketch found
i catch clowns, get down, got the best sound
got more sh*t i gotta say to this p*ssy, but we gon’ save it for the next round
[part ii: g83]

[intro: g83]
ayo

[verse: g83]
these past few battles been a trip
no endless deep, but i been in bucket
pacing back and forward, snapping like a psychiatric patient without his medication
so let’s be real, i’m insane in the membrane
you don’t want that smoke, i’m deranged
i’m pullin’ up a strap, like white boys to a gun range
i’m talking keltec uzis, even aks
he finna get sprayed
when i pull and spring that trigger, rearrange his stomach and liver
he gon’ be usin’ a plastic bag, instead of a shiver
so f*ck a body, i’d rather see him suffer as a human porta*potty
addicted to paink!llers, looking like one of those zombies off dealers
come on, ceaz, this a lightweight
you get dropped with ease, f*cking with me
you skinny, sick, and yellow
the only thing you carrying is jaundice disease
good crotchety, g83 rest up the tightest seat
now, let’s face it
we all know you ain’t the rapper that you used to be, and you sound like you ain’t even reach your p*b*rty
if i were you, i would quit rap and start singing r&b
ayy, carl
you remind of one of those kids who get robbed and beat
can’t bag a bad b*tch, so he preys on the old and weak
you should’ve dapped me up, like in neon bars, and leave
or no show like [?], when he said he was lost, and you beat
now this mean you gotta deal with despicable me
but i’m coming at him with unimaginable every heavy artillery
machine guns imported from germany, armor*piercing tracers
and this fool shows up with a pocket knife and a taser
i’d rather put the strap down, show him how smooth i move with a razor
then gon’ have to repost his face back together with a stapler
’cause i’m on my suge knight sh*t, minus the red blazer
jump him in the studio, in the jet sets, with a few ccs
and before all i see is me watch him die slow in agony
and happy birthday, carl
too bad i gotta do him dirty on the day he fell out of his mom’s v*g*n* cabinet
f*ck birthday punches
imma asssalt and batter ceaz
knock him off his feet with one of these
y’all would’ve thought i was a dentist the way i’m extracting t**th
now, i would run his sneaks’, but them f*ckers reeked
i’m good with the athlete’s foot, i’m up to no good
pistol pointed at my opponent, as i cease the moment
i know he don’t condone it
but if you don’t comply, this .45 gonna rip through vital components
leave him stiff, rigor mortis
i ain’t in a corner, but i show him what the mortgage is
house of a 1000 corpses
you would’ve thought i was doctor satan, the way i’m operatin’
no anesthesia, he gon’ feel every laceration
i could give 2 f*cks if he dies from complications on the medical examiner table
2 steel rods in his legs, connected to jumper cables
leave the power on to the electric company, shuts it off, and lack a payment on the bill
i got murder on my mind, my sight set the k!ll
g83 put the pressure on him and start drillin’, like a pecking drill
and i heard your mom’s a bad b*tch, she got an itch for that long d*ck
i’ll beat that old box on a yacht
we roleplaying, she pam, well i’m tommy lee
i’m d*cking her down, choking her out, while destroying her ovaries
all you can hear is, “who got that good d?”, “who got that good d?”
talkin’ like, “sí
papi, sí
papi, sí
papi”
can y’all imagine me as ceaz’s stepdaddy?
i can see it now, taking trips across the streets to the foreign countries
scaling the highest speaker, the peruvian, andres
and i ain’t talking about bonding with you, i’m talking about your mother and me
and if you got an issue, i dare you to swing
’cause y’all would’ve thought i was cripping, the way i’m banging ceaz
and he ain’t walking out this venue if he thinks he’s puttin’ his hands on me, it’s guaranteed
calls getting carried out by emts
you would’ve sworn i was moses, the way i’m splittin’ ceaz
machete cut him to the white meat
he gon’ learn the hard way, i’m really livin’ what i say
i got anger issues, if you look at me the wrong way, i’ll beat the sh*t out of you
now, it was all fun and games, until it came time to face jose
and when it comes to b*tches, he ain’t got no taste
you gotta see his b*tch, she smell like biofreeze in preparation h
he’s a nasty f*ck, dry vagital fungus on his cake, claiming it’s frosting from his birthday cake
and i didn’t come to battle, i came to annihilate
and if this is my plate, he getting shattered like jews when they celebrate
he could die tonight, i’ll walk in that way
slap this p*ssy across the face
kick over his casket, and disrupt his weight
and now, i’ll let my dog sh*t and p*ss in his final restin’ place
[outro: g83]
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