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Correct Gjonaj Vs Gutta (Gjonaj's Rounds) Lyrics
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[Round 1: Gjonaj] That whole shit pissed me off You getting on my damn nerves I have got no name flips for no AdVerb (Cos you look like Aye Verb) But by a show of hands, how many of y'all seen Gutta vs Blacksmif? For those who didn't let me save you 26 minutes of some wack shit! Mid-way through his second round a fan goes "YO! This is a classic!" Long story short: that fan got his ass kicked Damn it Norbes! Sometimes I think you out your fuckin mind I mean how you set a battle up where the fans throw more punches than both of them combined?! I mean why'd you have a debatable with someone who never looked you in your eyes And now you in front of an animal spitting My last battle I said "put a shank to his throat, I'm apple picking" Well you, you gon' die a different way. But the shit's the same Shank to his head, that's a good idea: Let's pick his brains! I'mma do him dirty Pause...get your mind out the gutter, Gutta Rell told me to clown you, Sno told me to fuck your mother But me, I'd rather end it early, do you a favor You can die before your time- euthanasia Have somethin' pointed at your face: Hellraiser You can die for a rack: Al Qaeda This next part ain't complex, I'll find your bitch later Trail her to her apartment Not even House can save ya See, that's a mini-scheme You need help with that For example, the word "rug" Break it down: R-U - to hell with that! You can die on the carpet for not knowing where you welcome at! You see the difference between punching and rapping See, even when I'm playing defense, I'm fucking attacking I got something you're lacking: a chip on my shoulder like government tracking Aaron Hernandez- see how a Patriot acting? Oh, you heard he gangbanging? Well, news flash, he fake flag-moving: that's the Moon Landing! I'm Armstrong Challenge and get strong-armed You long gone when the drama on You the first bitch singing like Chaka Khan I'm a phenomenon Bottom line - I can battle John John in a mosque and still out-rhyme a Don! You soft, you aren't built for the Octagon You softer than a soccer mom No one respects you Your bitch cheated on you She snuck a man in on the side like Papa John I'm here to take what's mine! What, you don't get that? Flip that! I'm like OJ Simpson stealing his shit back. SIT BACK! Shit, by now, if you're not a fan I got holy punches that I promise land So get flagrant He gon' let the words die like Aramaic This left will try ya chin a I'll lay you flat out, try again But Christ, the second's coming if he rise again! So cross-examine You see, what often happens is a fan sees Gutta and believes his rapping Not knowing you'd actually die if it was feast or famine See, that goes way beyond battle bars Knowing for me to eat, he has to starve I'm not human, I'm an alien trapped in an avatar Forced to translate every fuckin half-a-bar I was in Pandora's box when I wrote this shit You knew the world was fucked when you opened it! Early! [Round 2: Gjonaj] That first round, I killed you with punches (I killed you) Now I'm attacking your pride But even though you died, let me welcome you to the other side This is for the intellectual, whose mind isn't a vegetable This is not for the fan who thought "um-berreta" was incredible See, some of us are destined for greatness Knowledge is power if you embrace it But remember, technology couldn't build what the slaves did! Pyramid schemes got us thinking faster They spot an Arab and see disaster I was hoping to see the Raptures Who gave this bitch power like Cleopatra!? You smell those pheromones The same ones who claimed they were heir to thrones wouldn't bury bones and switch characters when they're alone Well honestly, save those fuckin' apologies I've been down paths so fuckin' dark my own shadow wouldn't follow me Yet you judge me like I have a perfect life Well, I can take or save lives, that's a surgeon's knife That's power in my hands: I'm Electro Bridge of corpses, of course there's a death toll I'm losing y'all, but am I losing y'all? I mean, look, brother, what did Peter really do for Paul? Let me stop. That's too much knowledge And you don't know the difference between conscious and conscience If I beat you unconscious, it weighs on my conscience That's two different ways on my conscience Fork in the road, psychologist What do you see? Well, if you see it like me A fork in the road means you can eat off the streets! You see, it's all perception! What you perceive as choices, I see as convenience If I let you live, that's lenience Why do you need a reason to listen to reason? Lacerations and lesions got you buried alive while you're barely alive And all over pride They ask me, "How?" No, better yet: "Why?" I come up with these rhymes inside of my mind How I can make a person born with no tear ducts heavily cry? A paraplegic man looked me dead in the eye and told me, "Take it one step at a time" Imagine a line so fuckin' profound if you said it, you'd die Now would you say it? I mean, if it's your life or his, would you save him? See, y'all don't want real shit Bars are your favorite But I'm making a statement You had it backwards You're in a vacant basement chasing Jason, and now you're face-to-face Those butterflies in your stomach aren't nerves, they're blades So that feeling in your gut, is it worse than your gut feeling? Or worse for the people who relied on you and see Gutt failing! I don't think you get what I mean Daylyt said sleeping on him will get you killed in your dreams But I'm the real Freddy Krueger, 'cause I'm killing your dreams! This round, I said, "Fuck it!", packed it with substance But don't worry, that third round I'm going back to the punches! [Round 3: Gjonaj] Now you getting checked You said a lot of big words, so I'mma take that as disrespect Picture this: me at home, a week ago, tryin' to get focused By myself, pissed off at the person I'm alone with Tryna feed people with a closed fist and channeling my anger when I wrote this They ask me the same fuckin' question every battle: "Am I gonna win?" I'm like "Is Hell hot? Does every battle rapper sell rock and been in a cell block?" You don't think I got guns too? Well, stop I let it ring and you get in the bag: that's a bellhop! Die in the lobby Who can stop me? If I die, then you die: I'm a Kamikaze A sick twisted fuck. I knew you wouldn't cut off the leg to save the body See that's the difference between you and I If it's do-or-die, all you'll do is die That's why I buried him- you're beneath me I'm arrogant - you're beneath me I'm arrogant, I mean even if you don't fuckin get it You better Uno Lavoz and pretend to dig it No jokes Your only sliver of hope is that I choke And that opening is so narrow Like a cancer patient on a cold table hoping your a match for their bone marrow And that's the one line I won't cross to get in his head I'm not a Witch Doctor: I don't bring up the dead That's for pussies without a pen game Bitch, welcome to the end game! I'm Kim Jong, four-fifth drawn That'll make a couple retreat like Vince Vaughn Until he lifeless American killed on cam: welcome to ISIS! Then does it stop, though? Nah, the whole camp dies next: this the Gestapo That's your crew Every one of you gets fed embalming fluid That's how they all gon' die when they all alive Unless you find somewhere for them all to hide Fuck Hyde, I'm Dr. Jekyll Cooking the kid: Hansel and Gretel Hands on the metal, now it's time to dance with the devil You should've let it be, I would've let you leave You could've survived the war, that's a refugee But you stayed right where the war at Blood splattered all over the floor mat Looks like a fucked-up image from Rorschach (Rorschach, that's the ink test) Ironic you're dying to a better pen Norbes set you up to die, you should probably get some better friends The worst part about this ass-whooping? On YouTube, it never ends! I recommend you console your fans I'm wise beyond my years I got advice from an older man He said "Never throw punches with a broken hand" I looked at him, confused, like "Yo, I don't understand?" He said "What good's a punch if there's no power when it fuckin' lands?!" And you got the nerve to battle me with subtle jabs Like you would't get fucking dragged and fucking bagged Well, now I'm mad! and I can't get past it So I'mma catch your leaving Summer Madness, talking to your fucking ratchet Knife you at a red light Tell your bitch you got stuck in traffic! Damn, see how your life flashes and it's gone in a New York minute, another New York victim Cops like "New York did it" And I leave the crime scene in a DETROIT FITTED! GOODNIGHT!
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