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lirik lagu th3 saga vs. ryda – urltv

[round 1: ryda]
i said, we ‘bout to hear god this, god that
i done heard enough religion
sean “diddy” combs…they only brought me in here to son a christian
this that small-room ryda, ‘bout to go wild on you
viktor drago: you better hope your father can throw in the towel for you
war paint, vestses and ammo: go reed crazy
.380, it was death soon as it came out: creed baby
close-range
n-gga, your face what i’ll put a bullet through
how this was shot? banned battle
it was only one light he could look into
every time they set me up wit’ a plate, n-gga, i show and prove
you thought i was gon’ walk up in here playin’ wit’ you?
fold in front of every big opportunity i get?
the f-ck i look like mr. wavy to you!?
n-gga, you believe in all that sh-t?
they got these priests touchin’ lil’ boys
oh, he gon’ say ‘cause they catholic, it’s a lil’ different
you see, it was a blurred line…’til bishop eddie long did it
see, it was all about the blessings and the message
but now you got too many guns and raps in your bars- and violent raps in your bars
ol’ j. reid–ss n-gga – got so close to the man, just to turn his back on god
man, f-ck a legacy
a casket is the only thing the four (iv) get to carry
crazy how you can turn saga to just a short story…wit’ an obituary!
you got these dylann roof n-ggas walkin’ into services, clappin’ the tools
n-ggas can’t even rest in peace at they own funerals
gettin’ slapped in they caskets, n-ggas actin’ a fool
and the crazy thing about it is they don’t even get no reaction from you
so if all of that was able to happen in the lord’s house…what the f-ck you think gon’ happen to you?
‘cause ain’t no church in the wild, but still they decided to throw you up in the mix
you was battlin’ ek, talkin’ ‘bout “never be unevenly yoked”
quotin’ corinthians 16:4, as if you was clever as it get
well, i was thinkin’ matthew 18:20 as i was loadin’ up the clips
‘cause as long as two or more are gathered in his name, then his spirit is in the mist! (midst)
this the haymaker king, b-tch! respect what come wit’ the name
yo, a. ward! god is good-

[goonies]
all the time

[ryda]
and so is the aim – bang!
if he survive, he a vegetable, on life support
and tell loso “imaginary gun bars” don’t stop sh-t that bring real-life results
one arm out, doin’ damage like bradshaw wit’ the clothesline
nah! two arms swingin’ like verb before the showtime!
nah! i feel like it’s personal, i gotta give him the whole .9
molotov – it ain’t even fair, i’ll (phara) burn a b-tch like the old shine
y’all heard the story…about the burning bush?
n-gga, that’s exactly how it’s goin’ down
headshot – bow!
even god’ll show his back on him: he moses now!

[nu jerzey twork]
you get it, n-gga, you get it
they don’t get it – you get it

[ryda]
i said…i said…
close-range, headshot
even god’ll show his back to him: he moses now
whoo…oh, man…

(-ryda runs the last two lines back-)

i-
time

[round 1: th3 saga]
on a mean streak…
it’s ‘bout time my adversary gets erased
but it’s like halloween treats…you know, smack be movin’ scary wit’ the plates
they brought me all the way out to richmond to get you buried in your place
and put a horseman in front of ryda (rider)…your chariot awaits
they gon’ compare me to the greats
i came to k!ll all the talks and “if/ands”
by this all can withstand
tonight, my legacy, i cement wit’ ryd’ (ride): austin-mcmahon!
let’s switch plans, fraud coward
they gave you countless opportunities to advance, and you ain’t at all tower
they gave you glu’…tez…me
off those three, you can’t see how you were spoiled, sour?
they gave you a driver…a cor’ vet (corvette)…and now you finna test the horse power!? (horsepower)
my thought fouler
i’mma say what the rest scared to mention
‘cause you playin’ games wit’ a horseman: red dead redemption
listen, bryan, you just talk, dog, i’m really the vet
i was built not to let anger raise us like celie upset
so richmond, if y’all start to gas up his bars like he really the best
then i know it’s tobias harris: to feel he (philly) a threat!
i’m outta town, but you ain’t finna pull a jooks on me
slow down, or i’ll leave you bloodied for what you took off me
uppercut, hit him right on the nail, he (nelly) startin’ to look off-key
then got murphy lee’d before askin’ “wat da hook gon be?”
see, i’m calm in the moment…
(-sigh-) but i’m ben off the rebound: the wildest (wallace) opponent
wit’ a violent component
still down to go as long as the father condone it
so as soon as he heard the…
you can cue the sound any moment…
well, as soon as he-
oh, my bad – i kept the silencer on it
try if you want it
boy, i promise the wreck
matter fact, here you go, bro, ‘cause you gon’ need every goonie gun bar sound when you palmin’ the tec
‘cause all that (-chk-chk-) “bow!” to a sensei is a sign of respect
you can’t channel the crown
you ain’t even peep the visual punchline i just did to dismantle this clown
for you to win, i literally had to hand you the pound!
they put mr. “i like to name my guns” when the lead blammin’
vers’ “no weapon formed against me shall prosper” – i’m fred hammond!
you been downtalkin’ my career like i’m the one you livin’ against
wicked attempts
equestrian contest: you know this horseman took a little offense (fence)
he tried to execute, i ain’t reply, just let you sit in suspense
fyre festival: i let it fly, now it’s gettin’ intense (in tents)
you need to switch up your pen
‘cause every line’s ‘bout how your gun spit, homie
they done finally matched the horse wit’ a one-trick-pony
so how you gon’ try to k!ll me this time? prob’ly by the can’
why don’t you…put your guns down, ryda? fight me like a man
based off your look, i can tell you don’t feel that deadly
go ahead – stare, ryda (stair-rider): these wheelchair-friendly
i’m not for games
i’ll split your jaw if your friends posin’ tough
doctor strange: i wave arms at them, and chins open up!
i know your bluff!
boy, you gon’ need the hype
one-two to your temple, had him leakin’ twice
but wit’ these, i’m nice
if he ain’t know no better, then you should seek advice
boy, i get it poppin’ for god: jesus christ!
i’m very frantic!
i lift these up in your face, i bet he panic
buddy love turnin’ back into klump: i’m heavy-handed
you told prez, “ruger clip
one bustin’ through your (sh-t)
this the indian flute, then up jumps the boogie: i’ll timbaland and (magoo your sh-t)”
well, i got an idea
how ‘bout you get stomped out in some boots ‘til i catch a minor offense and they gotta i.d. ya?
he wanted smoke, ‘til i caught a misdemeanor wit’ timberlands (timbaland) when your guys see ya
then it’s a body, laid out, on ryda hood: ‘one in a million”
aaliyah, is how i leave ya!
he try to swing, i -ssembled a smooth counter: welcome to ikea!
my spot’s clear, i don’t need a vet
jesus wept: i’m god-tier! (tear)
it stops here!
it stops here because you blind to the fact that your lack of views is what we stressin’ to mention
even your boys lost sight of it
so i had to enlighten your pupils just to test your perception
you don’t even see what’s goin’ on, but, hey, i’ll feel for you
that’s why every line was created to help you get to your blessin’
no shade…just wanted to give ryd’ a (rider) sense of direction
i used to be just like you
before fully accepting christ in my life, i was dumb crazy
thinkin’ i’m safe wit’ two .40s, ‘til he hit my life wit’ a 180
neo initiation: i thought that life was so appealin’ (pill) until the one saved me
super mario bros.: lettin’ sh-lls fly made the son (sun) angry
so cut the facade
all these line about where your guns hidden, when in reality, you should tuck in your pride
see, i’m debunkin’ the lies
see, bein’ aggressive allowed your malice to steer you astray like there ain’t nothin’ to hide
that’s a false feelin’
but ‘lord willin’” you drop clips(e) so we see ryda covered with god
so go ahead wit’ them god angles to try me for a homi’
it’s round 1 – i caught another body for the body

[round 2: ryda]
you ever had one of those wild nights, bro
where a n-gga shot yo’ cousin, and you just out there retaliatin’?
don’t care who out there, and you just clappin’ the tool
don’t you sit here and be a hypocrite, saga
as if you wouldn’t think about doin’ the same if it happened to you
see, the lord did try to show me the light
but i walked down that dark road ‘cause it was the only path that i knew
spendin’ all that time fightin’ wit’ god like guardians of the galaxy 2
see, i’mma always be me
to act like another cat? n-gga, that’s a lame disguise
n-ggas so quick to judge off the innocent look on my face, but never took the time to see the pain in my eyes!
when it was marvin sapp, without god, you ‘never would have made it’
so he’s the reason the gun would jam if the opp’d pull it?
you know how many times a n-gga done prayed for his life…and god didn’t stop the bullet!?
n-gga, when it come to man, n-gga, survival’s what it’s all about
you pray to god hopin’ the opp’ gun jam – what an awful route
‘cause if it come between my life and another man’s, i gotta chalk him out
‘cause i refuse to be a story in the third round that geechi talkin’ ‘bout!
i’m at him, akh!
pull and slide back, now the ratchet c-cked
even my b-tch in the field bustin’ the hammer like ragnarok!
keep thinkin’ that he make guns jam, and g-o-d is your reason for livin’
jerry shuttlesworth: ‘cause wit’ these shots, i can even change jesus’ decision!
nah, put the guns down
like you said, put the guns down
‘cause the jab (-swoo-) crazy
but that ain’t what you gotta be concerned wit’
‘cause the cross (-smack-) fire like mississippi burning
i’ll catch your b-tch – bow! (-swoo-)
crazy how i’ll do bae, n-gga
i’ll shoot her (shooter), slash her (slasher): i’m creatin’ a 2k n-gga
oh, you know i like to name my guns!
and wit’ what i acquire, i’ll let it sing
lecrae, ‘cause all things work together once i’m in the ring
this one? louis armstrong, ‘cause n0body knows the trouble that he’d seen
but this one? tamela, man(n) – it’ll take him to the king!
they always say, “ryda don’t do enough”
well, i say that y’all just lyin’
‘cause these vets can choke, die, and be on the next big card, just fine
but me? i gotta punch, perform, sche-
n-gga, i d-mn near gotta do it all like fed time

[ace amin]
talk that prison sh-t
talk that “i been to jail-”
talk that 87.5 percent sh-t

[ryda]
i say, but i heard you got that collection plate money
oh…that’s how i know it’s a l!ck there
tsu surf like to lock-pick doors
i’d rather be up in a n-gga crib before he even get there
surprise party, n-gga, the whole team lettin’ the heat bang
he open the door to all .40s: it ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘g’ thang
my partner hit me like, “…black mirror”
i said, “cool. i’mma handle that.”
one arm out, controllin’ a whole n-gga life like bandersn-tch
what you gon’ say? it’s sensei szn (season)?
you the teacher, i’m the student, ‘cause you got insight on how it is on the way to the top?
no, you a opp’
k!ll bill, pai mei: i only came here to put sensei in a box!
it’s a name on every bullet
man, i swear it’s about to get ugly
mark, matthew, luke, john
each bullet breakin’ a piece of th3 (the) saga down: it’s bible study
i say, you only catchin’ this ‘cause your mans keep duckin’
well, he gon’ catch one when the heat wave, too
bow! now they out here tryna discover loso like dj clue?
y’all n-ggas always…tryna save somebody…that don’t f-ckin’ wanna be saved
well, y’all need to be prayin’ for yourselves
you were suicidal, and tryna fix every other n-gga problems…when the whole time, you was really breakin’ yourself
you was about to commit the ultimate sin, my n-gga? oh, you was that wicked?
but that ain’t the man you are today, so i guess i’m past-tensin’
honestly, as a friend, i can say i’m glad you got yourself up outta that hole…just so i could put you back in it
n-gga, we don’t speak the same language
his soul was transcendin’
bow! that’s when i blaze the weapon
what, you don’t get it?
tower of babel: on god, i’ll stop you on your way to heaven
and from wherever other christian mingle…bow! now it’s a match made in heaven
y’all n-ggas saw the strike 2.5?
i had to take shots at my brothers ‘cause they was actin’ like the opps
see, first, i had to walk on ave
then it was like martin joinin’ the court
you know, i had to talk to my brother roc
but ever since then, n-gga, sh-t been pushed way to the side
me and ave got our differences, i left the group
but for the most part, them cats remain my guys
so let me hear he comin’ to yo’ crib, tay, actin’ like he ‘bout to bang them .9s
i’ll just say, “cover the entrance, roc(k)” and jesus the only thing that’ll come out that cave alive!
we found his b-tch!
codename for that? “sunday service”
you know, that mean we do as the christians do
see, first, i had to crack her (cracker) like the body of christ
p-ssed her to suge and had her swallow a grape n-gga communion juice
i s…
time, man

[round 2: th3 saga]
i said, honesty amongst your brothers, and bein’ true to yourself
i feel like you lack those sk!lls
‘cause true intention doesn’t seem to hide from what them little raps won’t heal
first you wit’ twork, you say you wit’ roc, start takin’ shots, but then front like you act so real…
ryda switched up out the cave like the batmobile
disloyalty…i’m surprised if tay is in shock
you was supposed to be gang-gang, started changin’ the plot
he the type to clap you…and then dap you
well, that’s a dangerous opp’
and like you said, you still act tight (stalact-te) wit’ the cave
watch who you hangin’ wit’, roc(k)
see, it’s not just you
i had brothers i grew up wit’ that was pushin’ work
but i love ‘em both, so that’s a bond that we ain’t breakin’
one got caught up by the feds and never learned to be calm or remain patient
he came back an informant, showed ‘em where the stash was
after he went to the law and he made statements
it took a rat to flip that mattress like martin on vacation
but your crew suckas
you battled your brother glueazy for a check?
that don’t make you feel dead inside?
you more worried ‘bout gettin’ plates…i’m too focused on stayin’ edified!
forget it, ryd’!
i don’t care if it’s cave gang, goonie
get outta pocket, and get your dumb crew stretched
if brizz run in, he get slumped, too, next
carlton when he thought lisa died: i run through sets
so you been askin’ for the war
i bring the static to your door
(-smack-) i’ll do a number when i sock him like ray packin’ for the tour
if you want smoke, i’m so wit’ it
it’s no gimmick, i throw, pivot
i’ll clearly box ryd’ (ride) in the street like the pope visit
i had to drop him
we got bad blood…you get the point, god (guard): magic johnson!

- urltv

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