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Correct Stuey Newton Vs. Profecy Lyrics
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ROUND 1 [Profecy] They got little homie against Big Prof And I brought the homies, so everybody in the 7 masked up like Slipknot With that heavy metal, I’m talking big chops Trust me, not even K-Shine want to see that bitch cock Against Logic, you was acting brolic Hoping in this match, I hope you’re acting different Or I’m lifting the mac and I’ma blast with it My last two girls was dark skinned beauties, but their ass vicious You don’t get it? That only means I’m used to macking black bitches I ain’t get into this battle rap shit for asskissing I’m savage, I’ll whoop my homie’s ass if he’s adlibbing Like, you know what happened to my last victim? You say my rhyme with me one fucking time and you gon’ hop in that bag with him Notice how I got my back to Stuey ‘Cause I don’t feeling threatened today He ain’t from Seattle letting it spray You 20 miles out, you live in Federal Way But you’re trying to get petty today? Well ain’t that wild? I’m ginger, I ain’t got a soul to send, save that file I’ll go Michael from The Wire ‘cause the mac wild Even if he only getting shipped, he gon’ die in the snack aisle I advise you to act wiser Or I’ll come through in the whip with dark tent, not tint I said tent, so we’ll give your whole camp fire I’m a livewire, jump and get wet, why try? You will get tore up like a high diver And the rest will get tombstones, piledriver But you’re still standing in front of me like you like the torture? So I’ma torch ya If you see the white boy pull up with the trey? It ain’t Kyle Korver See we both got sports references, but mine’s iller, all you write’s filler It’s 4th Quarter and I ain’t came here to play like Mike Miller See I’m the wrong one to go messing with See I hear you got a girl, I’ma find her and wet that bitch Ain’t nothing you can do about it, Stuey, but accept the shit I’ll go to Seattle then blaze her, I’m Detlef Schrempf You’re in the presence of a god, you should feel so blessed They say I rap too slow, but that’s because I want you to die a slow death It’s 7 [Stuey Newton] You said you’re Mike Miller and Kyle Korver? Well thank KG that you got the look See I mean R.I.P. Sandra Bland, but dammit man, you was dead before the shot was took But listen, the moment you joined with KG was the same moment you got your corpse sorted ‘Cause I’m a Seahawk, think about it, that mean I’m known for getting off on the 4th Quarter I don’t want to hear about how you held weapons and them shells wrecking ‘Cause you’re from [?] too, right, spell it out P, you an L 7 Matter of fact, go ahead, talk about how many cats slayed when your mac’s raised ‘Cause even if Profecy come true, he’s in his last days So for all my religious folks in the building, let’s not forget Every prophecy led up to the apocalypse, I’ma rock your shit No way around it and no loopholes You might kill a Chi dog, but what about Cool Joe My name, forever written in concrete like your tombstone Headshot, roof gone, but his body is like a broken relationship, trying to move on The shots I’m sending, up close and personal, from me to you You’re a old house when the heater shoot, rain at your bucket and leak your roof These pussies die when they fuck with me Y’all can’t see it? Cool Bang! I put a O in Prof, now he the proof Tec round, bullet hit your man and throw his flesh at you You’ll try to run from the DNA, see y’all don’t know if I’m talking about the Maury show or the Chess battle That’s bars, every verse, fire and brimstone The shit you spit, lighter than your skin tone I’ll treat your face like something to put my fist on and get rone Asian kid on the milk carton, that’s means his chin gone See I’m fucking you white boys up, it’s off with your kufi I got black ops too if it calls for the duty But your name, Josh McCormick, you soft and you coochie This act, all from a movie ‘Cause One Eyed Willy was the only time we’ve seen Josh brawling with goonies ‘Cause y’all asked for this, bars hazardous, raw laxative Danny got you gassed, you all flatulence You said you’ll outpunch me? How are we supposed to believe that backwardness When he claiming he a Bar God when knowing damn well that’s blasphemous? He know I’ma kill you, he preposterous for that Coming from a fake god, what kind of prophecy is that? Face shot, take his soul, rewind time, and bring it back He’ll watch himself die, let him see the prophecy in that I’m back, fuck you and that wack Plague All y’all niggas, all pussy, A-Town, I’ll backpage I’ll smack flame out your mouth, draw heat, adrenaline rush, Max Payne The gun that I’m popping got a stuttering problem trying to say Smack name But nah, that’s a green bar, but I’ll do you greasy if I nail ya Skully over my face, you won’t know if it’s Mike Vick or Beanie if I nail ya All black with suppressors on, you won’t hear or see me if I nail ya Run inside your home, pop the chrome, his mon will tone like Beasley on the trailer Time nigga ROUND 2 [Profecy] Money is a body, two things that I like to earn You’ve been practicing with your left but it’s sloppy, so when I teach you how to punch properly, ‘cause you got a right to learn I don’t give a fuck if you think I’m fake because I’m white, that’s none of my concern The tides have turned, you’re getting high from the sig like you’re high on sherm It don’t mean that I’m a nice person just because that I’m nice with words ‘Cause I’ve done some shit in my life that could’ve got me life, now I ujust put my life in words So I’ma talk that street shit and make you bite the curb He get mad at it, take a stab at him, I hope it strikes a nerve What you think, ‘cause the car broke down, I was stuck Like I don’t show up on Silk Road and light the shit up It’s 4th Quarter, motherfucker, you ain’t liver than us Drive-bys and buck 50’s, I’m used to riding to bust I’ll rather die before I start moving like a chump You ain’t gon’ break shit, Golden Gate Bridge, you will suicide from the jump If you survive, it was luck, we can shoot the five or I’ll buck The ratchet got no kickback like she ain’t trying to fuck I got twin baby eagles I call Phil and Lil, and they both got a body But if I’m in a pickle, I’ma go for that tommy Sike, I’m more of the shotty type Double barrel step pop, it’s pop him twice You don’t think that I got all them guns that I rap about? You probably right But if I ain’t strapped, everybody in my camp is and we don’t live that college life See, back in the day, you would get them hands Only time I’ll reach is when a punch from a distance lands But I got lazy and switched the plans, got nice with the rifle so I ain’t gonna fight you, I’m the bigger man You’re in the presence of a god, and you should feel so blessed They say I rap too slow, but that’s because I want you to die a slow death It’s 7 [Stuey Newton] Your life ran out, these punches can knock your hype man out Y’all see me practice with my left, now let me show him what the right hand about I’ve been roaming by your house, foaming out the mouth 40 in the pouch, full clip with lead, kick the door up in your house Go up to your spouse, make her hit the bed, and whip the pipe out like I’m finna get some head Let five spray, catch you in the driveway Before you panic, I’m going to do damage, them blows is landing Slide him under the car like an old mechanic This four I’m gripping, hold extensions, leave a hole up in him I can fit his whole existence with that hole existing He can be by his lonesome with it or with his man, they both can get it Revolver with shotgun shells, they gon’ see this just together like codefendants But fuck a gun, hand-to-hand, I’m way past your weight class Leave his face bashed with more colors than stain glass I drop bombs, call 911, ‘cause my fist and his face will be a plain crash My nigga pass me the gun, I’ll reach down and give him that head shot, look like I’m doing the Dame Dash But your lame ass be crying online for Picassos Spitting rhymes like a Capo, but remind me of Lotso I’ll fire the roscoe, in the sky where your top go Then let another fly, see you on the other side like Gicasso I’m Drago You want to know why this clearly wasn’t a good look Since we’re talking about a prophecy, let’s go into the Good Book Y’all know how God had the Earth and Heavens made in 7 days But ain’t it ironic that the apocalypse got to see seven Plagues Let’s explain before we start the beef The first plague is for any nigga that think this mark a beast The second plague, left bodies in the sea full of dead fish But we missed the third plague, we’re godsend, so we protect it Four, heat beaming filling the cloud with holes With the fifth plague, comes darkness that surround your soul Six, got the earth drying up, now everybody against the odds Now here, we have the 7 Plague, so I got to end the rebellion against the god This is revelations, let the weapon blaze you from several angles His whole team soul rise up, I’ll heaven’s gate you This john will get 15 ate, but I just exchanged seven plagues for Seven’s angels Next time you pick up the Bible and see that prophecy, you gon’ tell me thank you You’re welcome, nigga ROUND 3 [Profecy] I’ve been rapping over half my life, and I’m white, so I’m used to threats But if you choose to flex, I don’t give a fuck if you use a vest You remember that scene when they was hooping in that movie Fresh Before I lose respect, I’ll shoot that little bitch through the neck After he dies, I’m heading for Steams, Steams, you are next And since I mentioned Fresh, I’ll pop your younging and teach you through Chess If he come and this bitch tripping like a newlywed I’ll fuck money up then burn him, that’s the new connects See everything Stuey says, he be trying to sound so tough So I’ll give black rights, then the pound go up When it comes to that writing shit, everything out my mouth a cold punch MacGyver shit, all I need is a pen and a pad to make the crowd blow up See the homie Meek gon’ let the milli loose if I tell him that I don’t feel these dudes And I play the alarm clock, ‘cause if you press my buttons, then you gon’ really snooze I heard you was GD, that’s really true? Throw up your forks, let them show And then if things go left, you’re getting dropped with a straight right, I put a fork in the road That’s the clique that you gon’ ride for? Ask yourself That’s some shit you want to die for? The first person to drop a dime’s the one you’re willing to do life for Why would you want to give your momma that pain? Why would you want to make your seed cry for? You better get up out that game if you want to see your wife more ‘Cause I like war, and I know you GD, but I hope you take my advice, lord I’m from deuce 9, my homies on tre 6 be running shit I got killers on 4th Ave that will bust your shit See I even got ese homies in the [?], and I love that shit So when you find me in Hollywood, it ain’t Sunset Strip You’re in the presence of a god, and you should feel so blessed They say I rap too slow, but that’s because I want you to die a slow death It’s 7 [Stuey Newton] My last battle, I got a lot of shit for the words that I used to call white people Hey, but my daughter’s half white, so clearly I wasn’t talking about all white people Just y’all white people who got shit confused They switched the rules and fixed the rules, whitewashing the images of anybody that’s biblical Using the media to show all niggas being a lost nigga is typical They teach us white history and white pride, so we had no sense of self by middle school Training us to go from the suspension rooms to them prison suits You don’t get it, fool? They portray us as the unforgiving and unforgivable And you look even dumber trying to convince us this system you fell victim to You must be Wile E. Coyote, fucked around and fell for a trap that wasn’t meant for you Spitting all that false rap, how you’ gon’ let that 80 hurl And if you see my toddler, call it a swaddler, ‘cause it’s a wrap for my baby girl See, all you’re gon’ do is spit everything that’s wrong with this crazy world But I’m Bruce Willis in Armageddon, when I leave earth, I could save the world You just aim and stir, you cotton soft, knock it off Y’all so worried about a pocket check, I brought some shit that will knock your pockets off It can go there, anytime, anyplace, I don’t care Think Math Hoffa and Jadakiss, you’ll get the fade out of nowhere When I throw the fist, I’m Wesley Snipes with a soldier’s wit A fight with Stuey is like YG’s movie, it will be over quick I ain’t gon’ run away, but I’m Money May how I show defense Caught this monster right, Lufthansa heist, leave him frozen stiff But when that overhand left follow, grand theft auto, you’re getting stole and whipped ‘Cause you ain’t no killer, you used to be writing Smack rounds You might have good hands, but you can’t smack rounds You can be Kimbo with kempo, dip low when I tiptoe Arm on each hip, akimbo Long pipes, get this pussy’s walls wetter than nympho Then dig a ditch for his bitch in the sea, Apocalypto Smack, let the clique know Stop booking these slave masters with the field niggas Even after earth, I’m the fresh prince, I do this at will nigga Give a fuck about no bodybags, no classics, I’m a real nigga Fuck a top tier, fuck a mid tier, fuck a low tier, I just kill niggas
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