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[Round 1: DNA] This stupid nigga had the nerve to tell me that I was only on Summer Madness 'cause of him in the face-off I'm like, "Who sells you percs?" But when I told the nigga that you never had a million-view battle, I knew it shook his pride I could tell dude hurt I pistol-whipped the nigga for lyin' - well, truth hurts I'm Dr. Miami, 'cause after the butt, surgery can't help you, Twork (twerk) And that's that, Shine said he got the machine gun I said you goin' to the emergency room if he blast that He said, "Well ER discharge quick." Welcome to fast track You jump in? You get tagged for money: Cash App I won't sleep 'til he dead, that's facts So after you get the four, hours of rest; cat nap Whatchu gon' start grabbin' on a Glock then [?], nigga scratch that Manic can get depressing if I go and grab gats Seein' bodies is what I'm into, Ill/Ness just victims on the 'Gram, wear a hazmat The type of shit I Post? Traumatic Stress, this oughta (Disorder) fuck him up when it flash back Tonight, we find out who raps hotter In the daytime, I'm cool, I'm mad proper Then it's camouflage, you'll only hear the noise at night: grasshopper Kobe Bryant, cause he froze ('fros) wit' the .8 Should I blast choppers? (*Nu Jerzey Twork guesses "Black Mamba"*) Nah, 'cause when I switch jersey, (Jerzey) he gets the low cut: the Black Mamba Oh, you gon' say my bars right now? You talkin' through my rounds? This nigga so dead! Futuristic gun, and it hold lead One bullet will deactivate his voice: now he O-Red You swingin', but you're not throwin' no punches: slap-boxer The hunch over, now I'm back outta line: bad posture Thinkin' of Summer Madness and Serius Jones 3 when the gat rock ya 'Cause all that means is you'll see Twork (twerk) end before the punch: I'm Math Hoffa Tonight, I'm strapped with three Magnums like a box of rubbers 2K19, you ain't gotta wonder No lies, the G honest (Giannis) You get the Bucks, Jerzey, (jersey): I got it covered And I got the Power Watch just to drop a sucka, so he can see I'm blowin' the nose like Tommy's mother (You know, Tommy Egan) Blow it, a couple rib shots will make his body suffer He'll get the Tom and still will (Stiller) be in the cast: Tropic Thunder I started thinkin' about The Player's Club when I figured out what I discovered Cause this shit will put an end to Twork (twerk) like Ronnie's brother Do y'all believe in a parallel universe, Vegas? Well, I didn't, either First, I didn't know what that's 'bout 'Til my homie said he was bumpin' Max B in prison until he maxed out Oh, you still don't get what I mean to say You no-showed vers' Myers, 'cause you was sick like we need to pray And had on a hospital gown, so I see you (ICU) had to back out either way This nigga fakin' You said you cancelled on Danny because of a situation GemStar, you still get the Initiation I get to pacin', then leave him (Liam) in the dirt: ya bitch is Taken Then I'mma rock her (maraca) wit' the sticks: let's get it shakin' You wit' Suge? I'm creepin' overseas (C's): immigration And since you beat him, I'mma pick the winner: simulation You got a gun? Now I'm gettin' him mine (gettin' into mind): manipulation And it won't stop, then Rain continues: precipitation I lift him up when I hint at the left: insinuation But the right gon' bring him back down: intimidation I'm only drawn to the rifle: implication And I'ma air it out on the stand: incrimination If I try angles (triangles), then it's a Mason Big Tigger, wit' a bald head, I'm in The Basement You crazy, 'til you win in the '80s like this is Reagan BAOW! The nigga don't know if he caught a spine shot or had a hip replacement I see all y'all niggas like Twork when the hoodie was down But yo that Chris Brown line shook up the crowd But when the deuce is (Deuces) in his eyes, nigga, Look At Me Now I'm down to fight, Jay-Z and Pharrell You get two parts of the hook since you 'bout that life That's the Excuse Me, Miss - wit' the can' I'll Take You Out tonight In ya last battle, you used Verb's slogan instead of his Look at the Twork fans like, "No he didn't." Yes he did Sooo it's- I'm at ya crib You said it ain't gon' be DNA on the wa-BAOW! Nigga, yes, it is! It's Round 1, it ain't no way you gon' beat me nigga It ain't DNA or The Champ, it's the PG Killer [Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork] I said, they got the PG Killer vs Nu Jerzey Twork I said, this shit couldn't get any motherfuckin' realer There's only one problem wit' that I ain't a PG...and you ain't no motherfuckin' killer! DNA? This shit a casualty I mean, where you even get the audacity? I mean, I imagine for the PG Killer it even gets worse to battle me (*swoo*) Buck-50 the kid, I even split personalities I'm flexin' on him, you think you could [?] wit' a rookie? Well let's inform him, you better ask Qleen Paper about me, shit got worse for him after he left the war Yeah, you said you'd do somethin' for a vet to remember Nah, this Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Hammers flyin', I bee lined you Took your machete for some sanitizin' Eric scared, I had Saint Nick, even Santa ties in To God be to glory, but I get the praise and ya soul Leavin' you [?], cannon firin' BeBe, CeCe, these will leave ya whole family whining (Winans) No random lines If you ever misinterpreted me bein' strapped in, you're no fan of mine You can' see them beatin' Nick's shows? It's cause I never been a man to bind (Amanda Bynes) I'm cold wit' this, the goon ganger Two pistols: Tomb Raider Blue laser, expose DNA wit' the black light: Room Raider ERRRT! Coupe racin'! Drive-by, tool bakin'! I'm 'bout to change DNA for life, it's a mutation Huge K clip, got the curve on her DNA gettin' dropped wit' a magazine; sperm donor Big Glock, nah, rib shot BAOW, little .9, the baby singin'; Kidz Bop You gon' get ya bitch shot I would hate to bury ya lady friend BAOW! That's for tryin' to cap Red...Make America Great Again! I play to win, grip a Mag You gettin' 15 if this clip'll blast 30 in it, but you gettin' half, brother: different dads This nigga sad Claimin' he the Champ like he can stick and jab 'Til I take the real Champ belt and WHIP HIS ASS! He drippin' bad, we gon' make a puddle out this stage Head shot - BAOW!- knock the rebuttal out yo' brain! You got to fear this shit They say NWX roll about 20 deep, I wanna hear the sounds of ya spirits lift I'll pull up, clappin' him, they scatterin' I shoot whatever closest to me If I lift the pound, and I air the fif', y'all do the math If there's more than five and they divide, I'mma get a round to the nearest ten I'll wear ya strength, take a bag off the hip For Eric St. John I got some things to spark him wit' .9, .45 - oh, you wanna be in that number? BAOW! Well, then a Saint Go Marching In I'm a- Jersey, Jersey, Jersey [Round 2: DNA] So Twork, what's this shit come down to, Vegas? Believeability? Like, "DNA should stop talkin' 'bout guns 'cause it ain't no reason to front." Well, 'til I see this nigga clap a nigga in a coma, I won't believe that he tough What? 'Cause I clapped a machete once in a while, now niggas don't believe I'm quick wit' the pump? Well, now that we addressed the elephant in the room, come find out what I keep in the trunk I improvise, two bullets, I let 'em intertwine But the third gon' clearly straighten him out: Invisalign Bigger .9 I catch the nigga at Six Flags wit' his kid this time And let the shit Flash Pass (past) anybody tryin' to skip the line The fif' divine, then I'm twistin' the cap: lemon-lime Bigger shell, that'll ring his bell - DING! It's dinner time My Harlem niggas hit my line I told 'em, "Figure it out, or I'mma get the slime." 'Cause I like the knife, but would rather stick to the drawing like picket signs The Ruger in, and one .40 (140) like the weight on Julian Whoever want to Avenge ya with an extra clip, they gotta wait 'til the movie end Knife out, I'm bruisin' him Gun out, it's confusin' him And now he Dead - See? (Sea) I just got everything to land around Jerooz and 'em (Jerusalem) He took the religious journey, but y'all know the plot I catch the nigga Twork wit' his niggas, he think I'm supposed to stop This ain't no King Solomon, they see me build in the first Temple gone wit' the chrome I pop and I'm preyin' (praying) on these (knees) BAOW! But it's his dome I rock (Iraq) I catch the nigga at his crib, I sat to wait for you Even mapped the date for you Then I got the .9 interested (non-interested) like it's lackadaisical 2Pac video, I sent a cap back and aim at you So you'll Get a round (Around) wit' a nose ring if the big ratchet's chasin' you Me and Nina got a bond: that's unbreakable But I let the side piece go: that's replaceable They both got the same nose, like that's relatable And they gettin' tossed up either way, like that's debatable See this cat hangin' out wit' the choppers: that's a sabertooth Scope, I get my Spectrum at the door, that's the cable dude URL had me remove a plate, like I asked for table food Saw the gun and the nigga freeze on sight, like Smack with pay-per-view I run up on a nigga wit'- You know what? Hold on, wait, nigga So y'all mean to tell me y'all sat at home and watched the nigga Twork (twerk) in front of a gay nigga? That's gay, nigga You really battl- You know what? I got nothin' against the homo guy Was it a last-minute battle? So when you walked in, you were so surprised Did you not see niggas hands on their hips, or did you know the vibes? Or was it the first time you said, "I'm strapped in!" - and your opponent said, "So am I." He said, "So what? I'm Nu Jerzey Twork. I fuck bitches. That don't apply." Well I can't give advice vers' a nigga that's goin' bye (bi) They said it'd be an odd job to kill him, he'll see no demise But once I throw the big cap, it's over: we playin' GoldenEye I don't care if his crew wildin' or they in new housin' 'Cause these bitches is stoppin' Twork anywhere Like they heard "Ca$h Money takin' over for the '99 and 2000" Twork can't last here, I'm in my bag, yay Tell Verb I'll trash Aye even on a bad day We can fight like the end of class on the last day Cremate him, I'm turnin' flower pots into ashtrays It's fuckin' on sight (site) for this bitch: Backpage Onyx, you got the Starr in the group: these his Last Dayz GPS trippin', I went the wrong direction in my past ways (Waze) The gat spray, they sayin' "Let's All Get Down" I'm Mac Dre Unless it's a Vine compilation, that's the only way me and Twork (twerk) mix I'll get Twork hit Then I get low wit' the Lil' Jon (jawn): that's a twerk hit They said I can't match Twork wit I find out who Twork wit' The I'm down to my last option, like I don't got much to work with I start wit' the twelve, that's a Twork shift Then I'm after Twork bitch You wanna live? Don't just stand there - twerk, bitch! They sayin' Twork that, Twork this Until I give Twork that and Twork this Look like he poppin' on a handstand, the way I make Twork flip I get the wildin', they lookin' right now like, "This nigga violent." 'Cause everybody Kiki til they heart showin': the Shiggy Challenge I get to killin' I told Red to do the job, he ain't wanna lift the ceilin' But once I blastin' Drac' (Drake) out the whip, it made him Twork: I'm In My Feelings It's Round 2, there's no way you gon' beat me nigga It ain't DNA or The Champ, it's the PG Killer Time [Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork] Y'all gotta understand the difference between niggas that really do this shit, and niggas that just rap about it See, that's the problem Ask about him He gon' make jokes 'bout how I'm always in the hood In reality, I done put in so much work that I'm hardly in the hood I gotta watch my fuckin' back I even kill karma if I could When Steams and Chess pressed Shine, you got to dippin' on him Niggas press Shine in Jersey, I pull the pistol for him I live by it and it's a whole 'nother story when the sword is amongst you Before rap, I was plottin' on the weed I had to watch out for the trees: George of The Jungle Y'alls wanna rumble? I already gave The Champ a buck-50, he gon' have a problem off that Cheese slice, 'til I create the bubbles like the Powerpuff dad A hollow bust back These vets always talk about the bag until I brought a pound BAOW! Now you can die looted (diluted): these niggas watered-down I off a pound, hit ya bitch son I got an urge to put her seed in the dirt and I don't know where it stem from A big gun, the heat spark His death was planned in advance, that's D's fault (default) Piece spark, your whole gang get smoke 100 in the clip, you gettin' tagged wit' one and 99 others: Facebook post I squeeze and body him You just lost to JC, nigga Why would you even bother me? Now you on stage wantin' some more (Sommore)? These niggas from Queens Of (are) Comedy! I shoot to body him You better say a prayer: clip longer than Deuteronomy I'm at ya crib, get to smokin' the cannon Outside the window singin' like a hopeless romantic Blam it, not even a lot of flare One pop, the barrel burnin': it's only Round 1, and it's gettin' hot in here I'm strapped in! Fuck it... I'll clap you in a coma! Madness, I could snap at any moment I'm armed for real, I brought the steel I fucked up my rounds, but if I don't win Champion Of The Night, I'mma bomb the grill! [Round 3: DNA] So as battle fans, y'all niggas done met DNA, the PG Killer and The Champ But yet and still on this stage, y'all ampin' him So I said, fuck my split personalities In this third round, it's 'bout time we have that talk with Raivon Anderson 'Cause out ya own mouth, you said you used to be a Christian rapper And your pastor was Mama Love So you mean to tell me you put down blood to be Blood to try to find a buzz? You had all this time to honor Bibles, but you'd rather honor thugs So you mean to tell me you put a gun before God, way before we knew who Saga was? This nigga said he lived the real life, but never escaped from the gutter So you put your life at stake instead of havin' steak as ya supper While ya moms was in churches tryin' to pray for some others You was out stealin' purses tryin' to prey on some mothers So you mean to tell me you took the gangster route knowin' that the church is near? And all I wanted was a trip to the playground but knew Daddy would be gone when the 1st appeared Both of my parents did drugs Seein' Mommy shoot up made me burst in tears Now that's the difference from a nigga who steals purses and one who perseveres! I had to multiple all them nights I couldn't eat I seen my mother stressin' Then Daddy whoopin' her ass, that was another lesson Then he died, the only thing he told me was he was up in Heaven But them three negatives at 9 made me positive at 27 So what you got? A "Strapped In" and a choke? That's what got him some praise But other niggas clearly win and can't hop on this stage So I see givin' Rai' bands (Ray-Bans) is the new way for URL to block out the shade I'm amazed Now I'm pushin' buttons by mistake like a pocket dial Nigga, you tried to cheat a system, but it's not ya style It's lions in this land, and you zebras is not as wild This shit'll kill and sting Rai' (stingray) You should've stuck wit' the crocodiles Suge, havin' performance in ya verses wasn't yours And O-Red was wit' the punches At Volume 2, we saw him work it to the core (Cor') And as far as popularity, well, even Surf was on a tour And you be stealin', so how you supposed to son Shine, (Sunshine) Anderson, when we Heard It All Before? As far as Jersey niggas, you'll never be at the top, but let him wish Surf, Suge, and Red had that ball for ten years, and they never missed But you can get past three, not Surf, let it sit So now you Kenny, Anderson Just a PG in Jersey that'll always be the second pick! Who I need to come at? Raivon? Or that Twork bitch, fine I squirt this nine BAOW! That shit blew Ray in the eyes like when he first went blind! If I'm chasin' you, you better be mad quick Lemon squeeze when the gat spit I'm just tryin' to show him the features on the back like a tracklist Don't be talkin' 'bout the X (ex), unless it's my last bitch Or the arm go behind the necks, like my back itch They all get tagged, I'll keep the four in (foreign) bags: Saks Fifth I'm the real, it's time to fry the imitation: crab sticks Low key wit' the gun when the MAC spit I put [?] on the baldie, The Last Kiss We aim for heads and for knees (Anthony), Anderson You don't wanna see this black ish (Black-ish)! Random! You have the worst manager in batt- Random! You have the worst manage- I catch the nigga Twork drunk while he takin' the wheel See his manager, start aimin' the steel Soon as we spot Rome and Rain's (Roman Reigns) fearin' nobody These bullets gon' break up the Shield I'm 'bout the money I catch Jersey in the field, without the rugby Then I make Rome end with the TECs (text), from long distance, then I'm out the country I've been fire He said he got sucker-punched by Jimz, liar! Well, he rewrote history, 'cause now a Greek took over the Roman empire I'm concealing the K What the Drake co-sign got him feelin' this way? BAOW! Head shot'll destroy everything that Rome built in a day! I'm strapped in! Summer Madness, but I ain't tryin' to clap you in a coma I got four different personalities and they can snap at any moment The nigga Eric catch him at the wedding, the nigga tryin' to fuckin' play I see him at the altar, E go (alter ego) the other way DNA havin' flashbacks of Chess, the nigga 'bout to run away One minute, it's love on the card like Mother's Day Then tables get turned under the ring: I'm Bubba Ray Four mils (meals), four people: let's have a double date I get the powder baked, then Suge'll (sugar) fall off: we makin' funnel cake Another K, then Shine in disguise, it's a sunny day The Champ needs a reason to air out the .50 and the Money May Fuck his family, his mom, his pops, then I cut his nanny Knife to his uncle, that shit comes in handy He can't fuckin' stand me, then I tuck the swammy Thought I raised the stakes at Champion Of The Night, 'cause now I'm up to auntie (I upped the ante) It's Round 3, it's gettin' hot in here! Vegas, what's my slogan? (Get him the fuck outta here!) Hell no - get this nigga that ain't dope the fuck outta here Get you keep being strapped, and then you choke the fuck outta here Get yo' wack-ass bars bein' lame the fuck outta here Stop rockin' Hollow's shit - get them fake chains the fuck outta here [Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork] I said, you gotta seek guidance 'Fore you get buried in the middle of nowhere, where it's complete silence They gon' find you close to nothin': cheap prices Beam light him I got somethin' sick for DNA: T-Virus I'm here to strangle you, you don't even love yourself You spend more time being everybody but yourself Nigga, battle the mirror facin' you Your missin' tooth, your million views, ESPN is all there to take wit' you And Beyoncé BAOW! 'Cause everything you own in a box: it's Irreplaceable {Chokes} Jersey, Jersey, Jersey
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