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lirik lagu tyranny vs thetruest – wegohardtv

[round 1]

if you catch the fade, you’ll probably p-ss away/ i’ll leave u in m-ssive pain like you’re drenched in acid rain/ i’ll clap the k and blow your back away …/ nah i’m just kidding, thats how he ’bout to rap today//

as a real man i was forced to provide/ therefore battle rap was pushed off to the side/ i been waiting for this moment for the longest of time/ it’s ok, im back cookin’ like the 4th of july//

thetruest vs. tyranny … you think they believe you gon’ blam that ty?/ you gon’ harm me with what army, where your fam at ty?/ you gon’ beat me in my borough? take a xanax ty/ i got the city on my back … you think they believe ty ran ny?//

ya ty law bout showed showed you sloppy with the flowin’/ clip gave you cement shoes and left you rottin’ in the ocean/ if you can’t perform your bars how you rockin’ with a showman/ we never saw him put up a sick fight ‘n ty body an opponent//

you should quit battle rap … that’s my suggestion/ when u battled prep it turned into a landslide in seconds/ heard afterward he went to ask guy for lessons/ which only prove he on a pro’s sack, ‘n ty depressin’//

sh-t, you could tell the people if i’m lyin’ b/ i got these kids runnin’ for cover, it’s hide ‘n seek/ i’ll fire 3, i’m a take out t … the ‘yranny’/ what’s your real name? … i don’t gotta throw out your government to get rid of tyranny//

tryin’ me? you must got a death wish/ i’ll put you in a box under a tree like it’s x-mas/ i steph curried the aim, bloaw, direct hit/ i’m a fat f-ck … that’s my only definition of a head kick/ don’t set trip … ice9 the crew that i rep with/ lead spit, heck gripped, rubber clean like fresh kicks/ if you turn around ‘n run, you might not get your neck split/ we move like jur-ssic park … either ty ran or saw us wreck sh-t//

i’m reckless, never been one inclined for the church/ just let me find out that you ride with the work/ your fam’ll rock r.i.p. joints if i slide with the bird/ think hippies … you’ll see ty died on their shirt// word

you got some bars but the way you spit all dry/ i’m runnin’ through the dmv … i forgot to move my whip on time/ i ain’t for twitter fingers or poppin’ sh-t online/ i’m snappin’ at his neck … i’ll f-ck around ‘n throw this clip on ty// time

[round 2]

you sound like you uncomfortable around black people …

you think you gon’ win ’cause i’m white, f-ck it you weak still/ when you spit they think of skateboards, i give ’em that street feel/ this the difference between lil yachty ‘n meek mill/ i might get pinched after the event for sellin’ ’em e pills/ and lemme find out that tyranny see krills/ that’ll get you jumped over the rocks … free will/ after i jux ’em, i’m still lettin’ the piece spill/ after i eat im still clickin’ the machine … before i leave the restaurant i’m trying to get a refill//

peep sk!ll … go tell ya pops how his son gets slayed/ yeah im white, ooooouuu … but they compare me to a young em, aye//

aye, i peeped ya crew and all them guys are weird/ i been in the area of your circle … anyone talkin’ ’bout flippin’ a pie are square//

yeah, u have to know, i’m a expose this p-ssy … cameltoe/ half jewish half italian gangsta, arnold rothstein and al capone/ the matic chrome’ll put you in the catacombs when it splattered domes/ if i grab the stick it’s a magic trick, now you see ’em, bloaw, now you don’t//

so you in new york, in the battle o’ ya life/ move wrong and you hooked to machines … let’s see if you could battle for your life/ my left hand cool, but i’m a savage with the rights/ i’ll check ’em with the 1-2, 1-2, i ain’t rappin’ on a mic/ i’m trying to send a message through these bars … i’m preparin’ him a kite/ this bag goin’ plain over heads … what i’m carryin’ is light/ you ever see a dude run so fast, look like he pedaling a bike?/ look me in my eyes ‘fore you get caught side watchin’, think madison with spike//

one look at ’em you could tell he fake and phony/ all of this talk ’bout how you great, then show me/ online he said, truest can’t 3-0 me/ b-tch … if we battle twice i’ll drop 60 … last game from kobe/ even my setups type fire … flame emoji/ for this battle, i had to trace your ol’ steps … i ain’t gin-bili/ [just def:] nah, if you flip that different it could be major homie/ you right, you ’bout to see a pop shootin’ god with bald heads, i’ll play gin-bili//

i think i’m a use the shotty … you know the dub gauge/ or, i could run up on ’em with the snub tray/ in your apartment flippin’ furniture f-ckin’ up your fung shui/ maybe the uzi better case he try to run way/ catch ’em jettin’ down the block, the chopper got dumb range/ c-ck with twin drums … look like my gun let its nuts hang/ and when he see the chopper i bet this chump change/ but why buck 50 when i could give ’em a buck 50, that’s chump change//

i’m unchained … i was hype when city said i got a meal/ i knew i had to put on and show ’em hip hop is real//

you gon’ catch dese stomach sha-da-di-dots/ ak to ya gut like tu-pa-di-di-dac like rah-da-da-da//

[round 3]

tyranny, tyranny, tyranny … you think if we battle in b-more, you ain’t losin’ to the kid/ as if bein’ in your city i’d get a bruisin’ for this sh-t?/ but i went to b-more, i was cruisin’ through the strip/ think master p … everything was gucci in the whip//

this is a bodybag, that you could not help/ i came locked and loaded with super sized sh-lls/ i’m a get rich or die tryin’, so i keep 2 straps with the lou vuitton belt/
call me draymond (why’s that?) ’cause i roll with 2 shooters but i ain’t afraid to do it myself//

before this battle, you was on that hatorade/ before this battle, i was on the side sayin’ grace/ supernova battles? i’ll put your league out of business … aba/ send the dreads, have your block lookin’ like it’s labor day//

lately peace talk doesnt resonate with me, i’m a leatherface the scene/ even my mans tried to say his resume is clean/ just throw the hands ’cause he’ll never spray the heat/ but i don’t got a train fare … that’s why you’ll see me mta machine//

team got the blickies strapped, only question will he scr-p/ he got a weak jab and a sloppy right–that’s chicken scratch/ tough talk, sick o’ that, tell me what you grippin’ at/ your little gun go ‘pitty pat’, this designer strap go ‘bdddat!’/ so when i pull a magnum it ain’t a jimmy hat/ .357 … barrel flat like a cricket bat/ you flippin’ packs, give me that, bullets start whizzin’ past/ if i spit a round my crew’ll spit a round with me, that’s a philly rap//

don’t gimme dap after the battle, i got a frozen heart/ i don’t play games with the bars … y’all throwin’ darts/ tell me whose flow is hard, i’ll leave ’em with open scars/ white artist gettin’ money in a black market … guess that’s why they call it a stolen art/ if i start shootin’ im mark cuban, i roll with sharks/ try to reign on my terrain i got the animals on deck … noah’s arc/ we gon’ shoot first, we don’t bus back … rosa parks/ and i call the blade napolean, it’ll pick your bonaparte//

let me find out you online firin’ shots/ … i bet i make him shut up when he see a silenced glock/ 2 of his mans ran, 1 tried to find the cops/ whoever didn’t shoo, laced … we leavin’ ty in knots/ mine’ll pop … head shot … 1 bullet, your life’ll stop/ and no open casket, his head look like a pile of slop/ if the mortician fix his face, i come through with the trey … funeral director sayin’ you can’t shoot in this kind of spot!/ f-ck what anyone in the parlor meant … i’m smokin’ everything inside the box//

by now if you think he won, you high as sh-t or you on some bias sh-t/ if i discharge sut somethin’ this large docs’ll dislodge 5 or 6//

fire gripped … you don’t want to see these swammies/ i’m the sh-t … 3 rounds and i ain’t mention you the pg tranny//

and remember, as a guest, you can make yourself at home, you could sit on my couch/ you could sh-t on my bowl, but this sh-t is my house// truest

- wegohardtv

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