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[Round 1: Mike P] I'm losing it I'm not happy Depression creeping back in my life and I ain't used to it The weed... abusing it The needs... no room to fit Tight hold on my sanity but I just lose the grip Now I ain't suicidal My bad if I'm confusing shit It's just dangerous to give a Shotgun to a white boy when he going through some shit Now let's go through some shit Y'all say he better than me? With all the shit I've said in these lines If y'all were in court would you raise your right hand and swear this is Suge night? (Suge Knight) Right, don't pretend to be blind Ready to duck shit brody Fuckin' punk bitch I'll turn your set of teeth to a monkfish With one fist doli Get fuckin' socked! Come get Foley'd You yell Suge to get your point across your voice is hoarse and that fits since you're a one-trick pony So switch it up With a cell locking for barring out this fake felon that only glorifies sales, watches I'd stomp you out, but they might trace tracks until the feds got him Cause jail's a hefty price bitch and I can't afford red bottoms I'm vile with bull horns Get violent and Gore marks It's only right I slowly roast this pile of pulled pork But you crippin', you down aye? Yeah, imagine him in jail Acting like he a king and he wild safe Smart remarks til he trip and get wild, wait He thought in the pen he wise til they left a red straight down a clown face I'm the new ill, you washed Big T get a too real boom bop Mike nice, soon as I blew deals for a 2 year boom stock New gear, new watch Value top, too hot Suge get a Cal to his ear like, "Did you hear Shoebox?" Who's real, you not! Shotgun'll catch a true kill [?] Light life, soon as I knew Quill it was blue pill, 2Pac Crew real, room rock Deuce deuce cock, 2 shots Barrel pointing at Suge like..."You killed 2Pac!" It's your best bet Lay down and get your set stretched We believe whole-heartedly to complete a death threat Got a hitman ready to [?] Gun cocked, 2 fingers sliding down the middle like a tech deck What hands you got? You barely know how to fade He a white barber This, will silence yo lips He a light talker White guys love drugs Suge, cause they can fight harder I got blue eyed zombies dragging a hammer like a White Walker Bearded up, in the cut I'm borderline ISIS I could throwaway you to death, I be hoarding my light shit I caught Suge in Jersey, he was talking that white shit .30 came out of nowhere, quarter life crisis I stalked your bitch too I crept through in a shit ride Led her to the salon, and I let her get her shit dyed Headshot til the bitch die I could swear her hair was blue when she left now her head lookin' like six nine You 6'5", you could've played ball but that pot belly You look like the Penguin from Batman the shit is not healthy You look like you started to melt, and then stopped melting It looks like the helpings you serve, are not helping So keep coming with that lost mentality Your ignorance is leading to your loss in salary You here to act like you still a boss in battling I'm here to put some life into your false reality [Round 1: Shotgun Suge] Let's get one thing straight! I'ma disrespect white Mike: James Rolfe Put him out in the first for thinking he the great The Great White Hype Right, this a different fight You get the Jordan or the Tyson, this a difference Mike Bald head tat his face, he gone look a different Mike! Type nigga walk through my hood and we rough him up Try cutting up He toughen up? Somebody tell this [?] this [?] a fuck him up Mike, you was not raw Glock draw Mike Pulice, no, Mike Pulice walk through the projects and get a TV from the top floor I'll put you under brother Glock rounds from Russia I'm on the block pounds - man I'm scared to talk around white Mike, he might be undercover Oh you grip a burner? This is comedy you never heard of Pulice rapping on cam, he think he Jacob Burger It's just me and my bitch we like to Boo love Arms out like a group hug He try to infiltrate and get a new slug You gotta watch Mike, his whole family Pulice like the Blue Bloods You talk like a beat cop I step on your heart til the beat stop Peace ach They gone reminisce over you like Pete Rock Soon as he bust a rhyme that chopper go woo hah! Pontiac Grand Prix that's a goon ride You talking like you ride, please Everything make-believe around Mike like the Toom Squad He like the Hadukan! Round-house like the Street Fighter, please Karate don't work so you better keep the heat by ya Cease fire Torture, I'll boil your daughter body parts in the deep frier I can tell he ain't comfy round here We got enough ammunition to go to with [?] round here Yo, watch this man turn bitch like To Wong Fu Nina that's my new long boo But fuck that, Mike check and get checked one two, one two Either take this .50 or back down Headshot, spin his head that way like Migos in the background I don't event waste time Black on white this a hate crime They came here for the show, I'm big [?] on the baseline Big clip a body midgets Shotty kickin Cap too big for his head like Ryda fitteds Man this goofy nigga tried to snatch a pack and run off I let the gun off Kidnap don't knock your son off I got Mike's Born Legacy in a small room like a one-off I'm strapped too, I attack too I keep shooting, he can't stop the rain like Shaq fool I done seen it all, he is not the guy I a smack him And watch him start dick riding the Goonies like Vada Fly Jersey! [Round 2: Mike P] So what y'all doing with me here? Am I a general or a foot soldier Cause I came here in 2015, put in the work, but feel looked over That Twork battle I don't know if he cooked colder Still think y'all put me fuckin' up in the trailer to make it look closer Wild thoughts, now I got Suge Good, rap silly hoe Really though, these sheep I find sleep in the field, I feel like the billy goat He caught a right hand to the temple, he was dizzy bro Suge looked like he was dancing all up in them videos You got Ave for references, that's as psycho as it gets Between stealing and recycling's a vicious cycle isn't this Cuz that "Scrap hard, cuz I attack hard, I'm like Kimbo Slice in the backyard" Bruh, that was as fire as it gets When you said it to Reepah Rell not when you recycled it for Clips Trust, trust, I had more to expose, but that plan got dropped I had hits to make your damn stock drop Your fam got shot Gun in my hand, knot the man, pop pop [Gun sounds] Listen, the mans not shot You just overly aggressive And past it on to the next one No switching up of aggression The same story and message, it's lame, boring repetitive Step closer to sedatives Me? I turn the house upside down, it's crazy [?] It's funny how you cripping with them sets you throwin' When you the biggest known slob since Benson Owens Y'all know him? Started Westside Pirus, he was the star of the show That's a Nancy Kerrigan: You might catch that bar on the low I'm starting to go, killer it's all in the face Ay 400, no frontin' I'm bout to ball on your mate They told me Shotgun was a shotgun, he gone hold it and spray But he shotgun's a Shotgun, he all over the place I bomb on your face That shit you work with is little Exchange throws to rainbows, he turn into Skittle If he click and pop, it's Twitter shots, y'all heard of the riddle? He rep blue on the outside but he a bird in the middle I'm yearning a killing You think you earning a win, what service is this? He ain't hurting for shit Yeah your screams get reactions from the nerds and your friends But all they hear is me killing you with words and a p- Enough of the Smack shit It's time to get back shit, that rap shit Torture something without the pen [?] that shit Ain't repeating lines either, you catch it? Well that's it Besides, Suge the only one here known for bringing back shit Long Island on my back shit That's how it gets I'm from Bellmore, and we still down to act with the shits Your people back for the war? Metal attached to they hips My people back from the war, no legs, metal attached to they hips What my life like? I don't need reaction What my life like? We gone get to that later, with the truth bitch Act round, got a boxing background, get your tooth chipped I weigh 215 on a skinny day, you ain't gone move shit So pocket check me Shotgun Suge, it ain't gone do shit So keep coming with that lost mentality Your ignorance is leading to your loss in salary You here to act like you still a boss in battling I'm here to put some life into your false reality Go! [Round 2: Shotgun Suge] If y'all watch his battles, y'all know he like the round-house kick karate shit, he be preachin' to y'all I don't like Mike, just keeping it tall Big choppers I'm squeezing em all Yeah come at the martial artist and catch an exit wound for thinking he Steven Seagal Mike P can hardly rap Slam on niggas? He can hardly tap Deuce-deuce in the boot that's a party tap Strap under his chin like a party hat I've been shooting niggas since I was lil' Jim If I lose big, this ratchet a change his face like Lil Kim Man all that shit fake, he got the worst writtens He a saint, a church kitten I'm a demon, bigger 9 in every battle like Twork spitting That hairpiece look like a [?] Arms up like hooray Potato a make souffle Yeah, play games, I stay on the sticks like 2K Offset and Cardi, he get the heavy ring I let it sing You know you can't eat with this [?] he put Parmesan cheese on everything Old .40 like Karlie Redd Headshot, crime scene gone look like meatballs and garlic bread So don't get gassed like Funk Flex I dump TECs You jump rep? He thought he was gone beat me? No I'm Buster Douglass, hit Mike with the upset Disrespect me? He knew better All you do is tell stories like a newsletter Crew checker Sig hanging out the [?] He think he a wise guy: Gambino I hit hard like the Bambino I'm in this new jack city like where the guidos Broad day off the back of the bike like I'm Nino You Italian? I give your family business like a casino Brother, cousin, uncle, the Godfather 2 like Pacino In other words he better do the right thing like [?] Oh you a [?] from Italians that ate slices like a pizza box Listen, you gone boycott Smack, or he gone fuck up your pizza shop I ain't got no problem with Italy, but today, fuck em all I pluck em all He come to our culture, our hood, make money and prolly got no black people on his fucking wall I bank for drama Bang the lama Stand over his body like "Fuck you, fuck your pizza and fuck Frank Sinatra" Ladder like a breadstick when I get the chrome One sig, I love Lucy, singing on Italian like Vic Damone He look like the type to tell on a motherfucker You thought you was gone sauce me with the rounds? You should've put some mozzarella on that motherfucker! Jersey! [Round 3: Mike P] Alright So what's my life, like? That's been stapled in as part of your rounds When you delve into your opponents life and counterargue with sound You say the slogan, they go "oh shit", you start barring it out What's my life, like? See, that life part is what I'm talking about Cause when you say what's my life, like, which life are you talking about My early days? And all the dark spots up in my youth Mom and paps split I was 2 Felt like adoption it was cruel From apartment to apartment with my mom and switching schools God if I had shit to lose I used to wake up barely oxygen beyond a word confused Peep the boxes in the room And for a single fuckin' second I forgot that I had moved Now I recognise the room See that's the shit I'm talking about So when you say "Life", which life are you talking about? How about after, when I made the move from mom to dad Suge The most negative fuckin' dude in the world Shit was a lot to grasp I was 12, hell, fucked up cuz the hand I played was cursed Could barely get a grip on myself And he made it- How bout 19, when I left home cause I couldn't fight with all the stressin' Using vicodins for exit at the height of my depression This is grown shit, I couldn't hold it Bro I sat in my homeboy's kitchen and slit my own wrist You don't know this And that's the shit I'm talking about So when you say "Life", which life are you talking about? How bout after? When I was moving pounds in the clear night 40 exits, right lane trying to steer right Cops at the exits and you pray for the green light Febreezing every minute cause the work ain't seal right Nothin' So that life shit is what I'm talking about So when you say "life", know what life you are talking about Before he answered *ch ch* I stopped Shotgun yelling A shotgun spread on the floor, its a shotgun setting A shotgun ready, and I don't know if Shotgun ready 2 quick rings, I give Shotgun a shotgun wedding A shotgun steady I play Tom Brady, catch a bullet Suge Minivan, back up on him, I pull a Suge All that "I'm a cracker" shit is wack, till I pull it Suge And all that pocket tap shit is wack, till I pull it Suge I weave, pop a bomb I'm Pulice, stop the line I preach I'm a god You can't reach my design The reach I can climb Oh your G got declined It's a month you should give rap, Pulice [?] Catch me beating on a crip I could get you escorted out of Jersey, I'm Carlito in this bitch Don Vito caught speeding with a clip If your firearm fail Bronx Tale: you'll catch a [?] with a stick I'm leaving it at this A lotta people seeking doom You ain't fuckin' with me And that goes for a lot of people in this room I'm a top fuckin' dog here, don't let trolls mislead you to the truth This is God shit Y'all can't even [?] to my shit Ey yo Brizz! Time [Round 3: Shotgun Suge] I say he barely alive He dirty Pulice, Michael Dal from the '75 Hot words when I serve them they live I jack Mike Pulice car like this New Jersey drive He just rappin', he a scary nerd I make him choke on every word .44 worthy I got every nerve To pull a .32 this white boy ain't got no lip for me like Larry Bird Drive bys I'm the Cherokee kid, I'm the gunslinger Yeah you can rap, but we don't believe you, he Prince Harry with the gun fingers Random, you let a nigga punch you in the middle of your fuckin' verse All you did was fuckin' smirk, you fuckin' jerk We seen ya heart beating through your fuckin' shirt You was going off too, hella nice Yeah you won the battle, but took the biggest L in life He violated, ain't you Pulice? You couldn't read his right? He scared to battle Suge on the roof, Vanilla Ice With all disrespect, tell your mother suck my dick she know how this beef work With all disrespect, tell your mother before she suck my dick she gotta take out her teeth first What you gone do about it? I'm in your face now with the gun out Think Jordan, laid out in the casket with his tongue out Kapernick, I knee your shit Mike P your shit How you up here rapping like a gangster with a degree and shit I wish I went to College, I wish I had more than street knowledge I wish my friends wasn't going to bed in a cheap cottage What's up with you You lying, I heard you had a full time I take this rap shit serious this my full time If I wasn't rapping, I'd be doing gangster shit full time Like late night [?] with the ten in them 100 rounds sending em MAC put a dent in him He up here rapping bout shootouts I really been in em I ain't talking bout bars and shit I'm talking about real shootouts Shots fired, duckin' behind cars and shit Bullets flying, like that's what anybody get Yellin' over the gunshots like "Is anybody hit?" For that, I'ma bleed you Like I told the last white boy, you wanna rap, nigga I need to Yo this shit like hope for a nigga I need a way out I do this shit for my niggas locked up when they get home showing some positive shit on the stay out Smack it's a play out I was with you when niggas was scared to battle K-Shine What I say? What's the payout I was with you when we was outside no stage We [?] now and me and Roc ain't even get paid I'm too gritty for this shit Controversy? I went to war with the whole city for this shit Bottom line, I was with you You give me him? I might have missed a couple shots but I was still with you shooting in the gym Should've gave me Cassidy Or Joe Buddens with his scary ass I catch him in Jersey and press a button on his scary ass This motherfucker got me pissed off He talking bout he let his rocket off He cotton soft God damn... I forgot to rip his pockets off Jersey
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