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Correct Brizz Rawsteen Vs. Mr. Wavy Lyrics
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[Round 1: Mr. Wavy] It took him a while to accept this battle, ain't no applaud for him Those of y'all watchin' at home, this when the Lord callin' The irony, y'all had to make an online purchase Well, now y'all 'bout to see what I got in store for him Brizz Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen" for? I'll cut Brizz, then serve Rawsteen raw This a tragedy Any nigga get in my way become a casualty Matter fact, let's bring that picture to life: virtual reality I'm on his heels, like a shadow be Rattle me Got me workin' around all of these scrubs: Grey's Anatomy It's lit for him! I'm the fire hittin' the gasoline Line him up, I send right through him, like the bladder clean Shatter things! Doctor's office, waitin' too long: grab the magazine! Drop 15 on his head, let the ratchet scream Eyes squinted like the Japanese Fuck it! I could do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's! I said, Trez hit, now you the next in the faculty Don't be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was after me" Man up! It's war time? We movin' rapidly But I'll grab that shotgun casually Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the remote need batteries! Y'all watchin' at home? This gon' be what it have to be It's a strategy Arm off the waist, now the ladder free Watch him get served over the 'Net: Andre Agassi! You fuckin' gah-bage! You barely above fuckin' average It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin' savage Nigga 'bout as dangerous as a couple laughin'... Look at your fuckin' fashion! Dirty nigga, but a lucky bastard! See, your moms was a fiend Your pops nutted in the fuckin' attic! But you don't even know his name We don't know his fuckin' status! My gloves off! Fuck yo' passion! You wanna box, but each line directed at you These punches gon' be Everlastin'! I'm wit' the action! I'll grip the four off the waist... Condom broke: shit lookin' like I got Raw by mistake! (What!? What!?) I ain't naïve! Volume 3, I'm wit' the shits Since Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist Y'all make me sick Scared of Brizz? Y'all takin' hits Whoever says me chicken gotta be talkin' an Asian dish I made the script Don't believe in the God: I'm an atheist Machete King? Well, copy that, like a plagiarist My machete my opportunity, I'll make a wish I ain't ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I gotta take a wrist (risk) But y'all tough? I never get star-struck by y'all fucks Dirty niggas, just come outside, don't even wash up Bar for bar, I could coast wit' anyone that y'all dial up Child, what? He been on a Volume before? That's why y'all fooled Dawg food I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms Play wit' me, nigga, my mission is to kill You been seasoned, correct? Sound like my mission is a meal If Raw food around, think cookout wit' the steel... Shit, it's just a matter of time 'til somethin' hit the grill! I battled Chef, you ain't support your brother You was missin'! Ave battled Shine, you ain't support your brother! You was distant! Tay Roc battled Stay, you packed your bags! You was trippin'! It's always one nigga out of the group that fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much... You Bobby Brown in New Edition! You only battle top names 'cause you got a top name stampin' him Who ampin' him? I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the People's Champion But you suck, boy! Y'all got me battlin' a fuckboy Everywhere I go, I hold my weight and my nuts, boy! Your big homie don't even love you That nigga love Troy You Tay Roc dutch boy Get cut, boy! The Gs press him I'll take his bottom half off and say, "Keep steppin'" Each weapon, hit his gut, open him up: this shit a C-section! Behead him! Keep flexin' I'll keep cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section! Another nigga they gon' bring in to try to take my crown No, you'se a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down That's Round 1 You know I came to chalk him out I'll look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?" Wavy! [Round 1: Brizz Rawsteen] Thought I was lost for a minute... But I was fallin' back, makin' my bread They called me with Mike...I loaded up cases of lead He called me and back out, like, "Bro, I wasn't straight in the head I know I called you out every battle, bu-but I wasn't takin' my meds That really ain't what I meant." Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, take Wavy instead..." I responded, started shakin' my head Like, "He get killed every battle, so I guess I gotta wake up the dead." So how it feel, nigga? 'Cause see, you need the hype And this a battle I don't need or like They give a championship match to a nigga who don't even fight! For beatin' you, lil' bitch, I won't even receive no stripes! They only here to see yo' faggot ass go..."He no nice!" What grown man you know go, "He no nice" Turn his body to the side and say, "Me no like!?" With the finger-wave! Bitch nigga, these probably finger waves! Matter fact, yo' faggot ass will probably go let some nigga's finger wave! This most ridiculous! You rap tough, but I know they bitches! I'll hold the biscuit! I'll let it WAVE in your FACE, 'til you get motion sickness! The TEC and the bread!? Well, that's breakfast in bed I'll catch him sleepin', and pop up wit' the toast for bitches I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific [Tay Roc] How? (*Brizz laughs at Tay Roc's ad-lib, which causes a few audience members to laugh as well*) [Brizz] I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific You'll catch a Bald Head through the hood...and another ring through the nose, my nigga! It's the Sting, bitch! This Mr. "Pants So Tight, the Jeans Rip" Every time I see Wavy, I'm sea-sick I see food (seafood), I'll let a shell peel off: I steam shrimp Wavy get murked, face on a shirt: screen-print Wit' these shots in the face, no, he not finna play no defense When you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous, shakin' 'Cause you the type nigga that's only good in certain cases I'll break yo' fuckin' neck in 30 places You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is shakin' and it burst the pavement You Mike's first replacement Smack ain't feel you was worth the payment You a bird that's fakin' How much worse it make it, you only named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken? Fuck the dumb shit! He gon' talk about the gun clips and how the guns fit But real Brooklyn niggas said you never was on no gun shit Check-scam nigga, but in the streets, never done shit And this the lane he chosen, so I'm lame-exposin' Before battle rap and your Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was Joseph Yeah, what, y'all ain't know? Before Mr. Wavy, they said the bitch was gay We ain't know about him: he was Mr. Maybe These niggas all pretend Tonight, it all could end I'll break his jaw for him The knife blade breakin' off in him You'll see it stickin' out of Wav' (wave) like a dolphin fin! And then...the body do a dolphin flip! I hope they all could swim I hammer heads: it's gon' look like a SHARK bit him! When the Hawk get him, and raise up right across the chin I'm in Florida, sharkin' Thanks to Smack and this horrible bargain I gotta pull a long nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin Joseph! JO-JO! Keep it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a nigga (*pop*) A cap'll nick ya You'll have to take a knee like Kaepernick Or step wit' a cane like a Kappa nigga! I'll put your face through the wall: I'll Casper niggas! They let Raw in here Big guns, I got 'em all in here All you may see is (Macy's) American Eagles by Lids I got a MALL in here! Long spear, stabbed in your face 'til the jaw tear! I'll have pieces of it all over the couch like dog hairs Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: they ain't pallbearers I'll put that bitch on the floor on all fours, and tell her, "Crawl here!" Aw, yeah! Joseph, I don't give a fuck if you care or not Tell Joe I got a Cuban link that'll tear a squad And put a scar on his face like Cuban Link from Terror Squad I swear to God, the .40 put a hole in a bitch face, very wide 1-0, bitch! Let's go, nigga, 1-0 Your turn [Round 2: Mr. Wavy] Hold on...let's talk to him... Don't Brizz look like one of those badass kids that was nobody's favorite child? They tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then break the Sega now What's wrong wit'chu? It's time to take a picture, you doin' weird shit when you take a smile What's wrong wit'chu? Now you let yo' heat spray... Skully er'ry battle, lookin' like the crackhead from The PJs This nigga... But you be talkin' like you a G in the hood - who said that? You the type we see in the hood, we throwin' eggs at Weird niggas be tough to y'all Shit pop off, they run prob'ly Lame niggas get a little fame and views, then think they somebody Brizz Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, Machete that" Nigga, if it's one option, I'm gun-shoppin' I like shit my way! That four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I can't make up my mind! They got the nine-tre I'm fightin' over devices like Black Friday! It's different here Ain't no switchin' here, it's crystal-clear I get the drop, I'm at his spot like, "Yeah, we got a mission here..." Tell my niggas, "Snapchat message" I want all y'all to listen clear 'Cause we gon' open it, check what's in it, then disappear Real shit, I'm really immature Try to run out the crib, they gon' find you in the morgue Think tickets to a SMACK event, how I split him wit' the four Fuck waitin' online, if you could get him ('em) at the door! Y'all want more!? The clip curl like a shrimp on it I'll give this niggas rounds! Ain't you about 140? Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed this nigga now But don't when you buy seafood, you gotta weigh it by the POUND?! [Brizz] Almost [Mr. Wavy] Niggas said you was authentic wit' that raw tape See, I was in the whip Shit had my niggas goin' stupid... No, what's authentic is Brizz gettin' whipped And when we see Raw taped, we ain't bumpin' this nigga music Hostage situation, don't call shit We just need clothes for the body: this a mall trip I been hearin' a lot of "2-1 Brizz" That's cool - let me explore shit This right hand to one (2-1) nigga - now his jaw hit Let dawg trip, big-ass blade - fuck you call this? Throat slice I was tryna leave his neck missin' like Norbes' shit! Nah, I'd rather a closed-casket, "On no's", "Aw shit" Close range, large piff Bang! Sushi roll, it'll be a wrap for Raw's shit Now that's a Raw issue I guess the name Raw fit you Too bad you prolly can't get no bitches to go raw witchu You just look like you burnin' Whatever is out there infectious it looks like it be's on ya skin Ya name Brizz, you already got da Z's (disease) at the end He told Verb he get to boo boppin' his shit, bumpin' 2Pac in the whip with two chocolate chicks- Stop it! The only time you get bitches is if you coppin' the shit You prolly starin' through bitches windows on some binocular shit Bitches see him, nigga gettin' dropped in the shit Bitch, this a speed bag Try to spin that old game, Sega Dreamcast Ya fiend ass, I bet he sound just like this when he was in rehab "Hi guys. I'm Brizz Rawsteen I did a coke line when I was only like 14 Became a crackhead but got addicted to morphine See growin' up, I used to want to play on the lacrosse team But now I battle rap! Shit helped me let off steam I'm up under a different Roc(k) now, I'm flossin' When we step out! Oh it's only poppin' with Boss jeans Other rappers get pussy, but for me it cost things." All this battle rap fame, and you payin' for pussy, you supposed to be a winner If you wanted to see some pussy just look at your reflection in the mirror Pussy! I get bitches, I always keep a 10, 9 or an 8 I can give you a bitch, but I might have to remind them of ya face See my gem, she a star, real exotic with the taste Freaky bitch, gemstar she like to ride nigga's face Thought I was just gonna come here and not joke? Y'all thought I called out Brizz because I want smoke? No, I just wanted to let him know that my beard grew in full and yours won't He lookin' at me like he no like He's sayin' a bunch of things that he no like Them hair follicles don't seem so nice Don't Geechi sell hair? Holla at him, you should be aight That's round 2, y'all know I came to chalk him out I look him dead in his face and ask him, "What is talkin' about?" Wavy nigga [Round 2: Brizz Rawsteen] Beasley called me, he said, "Brizz, you got 30 days prep." I said, "Cool - tell that nigga he got 30 days left." At my hands, nigga, this is like my 38th death My murder game the best, I break necks I make a nigga vertebrae stretch BAOW! You get stabbed and shot, I'm a butcher with the .38 Spec' You into science? When the heat rise, it raise Wave and spin him: that's a hurricane, Tech What the fuck you tryin' to do, nigga? You was here some years before me, but you runnin' 'round here like you some new nigga Oh, oh, you was here, but they ain't know what to do witcha Now, see, first battle, you walkin' like the zombie, they figured you had the moves witcha Now, second battle, dead body, the whole crowd booed the nigga Fuck that, let's talk about The Strike Bitch behave I'm the black Moses - I'm doin' what the scripture said Red, see (Sea) it wasn't fair, O (pharaoh) I told 'em "Let my people go", now I gotta split the Waves First, he get the machete, then I switch the blade to the Ginsu Then I lift the blade to the hairline, then I switch the Wav' Then it's the arm to the spot, it's a Twister game He wants smoke? Roll up, I'll match it like I got spliffs to blaze Ain't he lucky, it's Poetic Justice and I'm on this bitch head like I'm twistin' braids The clip'll cut Wavy and give this bitch the fade It's Raw in front of you, this dope, not sushi Wav' Nah, it's the moving blades on the side of yo' head givin' you that Boosie fade Wavy, it's nothin' 'bout it He can front to y'all at all these public outtings But he never had no car he was jumpin' out of He never been in the trap he was pumpin' out of He missed the Uber/Lyft/train passes and public housin' Don't fuckin' doubt it We rivals, Wav' I'm the champ, you here for the title (tidal) Wav' But you gon' get wiped out, I'm the tidal wave "I want Brizz! I want Brizz! Give me Bri-" Well, why you feel so entitled Wav'? Ain't you from Brooklyn? Go get ya music on Tidal, Wav' Check it, I'll write ya life story, in a book I'll make the title Wav' But ain't nobody gon' make it past the title, Wav' BAOW! Bullets go right through Wav' Heat up and spin inside him: he a microwave Reminder: I'm doin' the favor This was supposed to be Michael, Wav' He canceled, you jumped on Michael wave I'm hot-headed, and I'm 'bout to lose my cool, Wav' I'm here to give Wavy contusions You here to cause crazy confusion I'm the God, I can tell you what the weight of the moon is I'm not sure what Wavy is doin' I'm not sure if y'all know about water, and the way Waves can create an illusion Like a mirage, when the waves look like they are, but they ain't really movin' I.e., him and his raps - lot of shit he ain't really doin'! Let's not make a small problem seem major I'm a grown man wit' a Glock 17-ager One shot'll drop seven teenagers You in what I call "SUV danger" Meaning I tie hoes (Tahoe) up in a Suburban But if it escalate (Escalade), I'll put a round on his back like a Jeep Wrangler You never bought a car before? [Wavy] I never bought a car before [Brizz] Nice to meet strangers, and I could talk to a person And really, bitch, I figured you'd be much taller in person The name's Brizz, I'll carve it in cursive On your jaw 'til it's hurtin', and it's hard to reverse it They'll ask, "What happened?" but it's too hard to talk to the nurses When the hole's so big, they gotta call in a surgeon They like, "Got-damn, Wavy! Was all of it worth it?" Brizz and his niggas strapped up, all of 'em Purgin' .9's and .5's, all of 'em workin' 9 to 5, all of 'em workin' I'm the Iceman, they callin' me Gervin Sick man, they callin' me Earvin Two .8's: they callin' me Irving Finger-fuckin' the triggers: I wouldn't call him a virgin
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