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letra de brizz rawsteen vs. loso - bullpen battle league

[round 1: loso]
ayo when i get an angle, it’s very few that can articulate like me in a demoralizing way
tonight, i’ma talk about ya little dizaster situation, how you keep callin’ out his name
your loyalty with tink da demon
and how you’ve been hatin’ on ya brother riggz since y’all both started in that state
i got this one little angle i wanna talk about, oh they gon’ know it in this place
and then i’ma clown that little chia pet you got growin’ on ya face
the name’s loso
let’s get back right
forget that hype
while you’ve been on the biggest platform with a check that’s nice
i go all around the world and actually get called for travеl
you? the james harden stеp back type
cause you makin’ moves, just not enough for someone official to take notice
ya fake motive
i hate orders
so i’m at it raw (adderall), stay focused
you saw trez pass and now the gates open
for you to get trapped and beat down like zaytoven
they told me, “loso! you gotta be careful with the darkside
this battle’s a test.”
darkside? bro, i already walked through the valley of the shadow of death
and i will fear no evil
see that right there, is why i keep faith
the irony, john booked a superbowl event and needed a cheap saint
well let me think straight
cause it’s the patriots, right? and they playin’ rams
cool, cause he gon’ get an l, aye, (a)
initially he didn’t have any (n.e.) chance
boy i have plenty plans to call your bluff on this card
i am ill at poker
will approach ya
call a spade a spade? you know my sk!ll is colder
plus if i’m too high, why would i deal with jokers?
i said oh no, loso, brizz’ll stop, your risen stock
you think i’ma play? right (playwright), cool, well let’s switch the clock
{chokes}

i said oh no, loso, brizz’ll stop, your risen stock
you think i’ma play? right (playwright), cool, well let’s switch the plot
every battle you give me bro, i diminish ops
and i run your place outta town like it’s a suspicious cop
boy, we different ahk, and your memory gets that
they give me a name and i mold ’em in the ring like celebrity death match
don’t forget that
but this a set back
or, it’s more like last year’s super bowl, that’s why i won’t really let you
catch me fold in the ring since i don’t feel he’s (philly) special
i bet you, only took this battle cause you heard it’s a new angle on loso
he tryin’ to clip me in a round
it seems blunt, kareem hunt, running back just to kick me when i’m down
but found, i’m aretha franklin at a funeral, dying for ‘respect’
now i’m protesting kaepernick, fire for the check
bringing the cloth to every gang, don’t care how loud y’all wanna get
i got a big t(ee) for ya crew, that’s quiet on the set
i’ma vet
boy, it took a lifetime to expose you brizz, but you dyin’ already
these 16’s will tell it all, they surviving r. kelly
so miss me with all that darkside, but what i write is really mean
plus, i walk in the light, i am mike in ‘billy jean’
forget ya silly team and what they write ’bout
i can trump that fake beef like clemson at the white house
but right now, i ain’t gon’ front like you and t-top careers ain’t take flight
you know, from the southwest, that’s the spirit
stayin’ united so you can k!ll witcha bros
i mean the stuff y’all dealt to (delta) get to the top made y’all frontiers and now y’all chill wit’ the goats
but tell me why you sit under tay roc and he under dna, see i will never know
how y’all both supposed to be part of that first class but y’all up here still gettin’ coached
i know, it’s because your rivals are still yo’ idols, you a sucka bruh
only gon’ be known for what you do with disaster (dizaster), that’s a governor
i too pay homage, but i’m not a customer
like why would i force the issue with a writer (ryda), i’m not a publisher
why would i beg for roc(k)? i’m a hustler
the last time i marvel’ed at a hitman was the punisher
let me sum it up
when you nice, you nice, you ain’t gotta bribe a k!ller
but this time out (timeout) you’ll see before you take a hike, i’m tryin’ to ice the kicker
what i’m tryin’ to figure, is how long your bro tink been locked up for brizz
you wanna share with the streets?
how you went on angryfan radio, scared and in grief
beggin’ for $1,500, you couldn’t spare him the fees?
i mean you here with ya peeps, he in there with police
you let out all these evil spirts when you rap, but he’s the only demon you never cared to release?
why is that?
why does the dark hide when the dark’s needed?
oh i know, prolly cause the darkside got a dark secret
tell ’em deputy rawsteen
don’t worry, i’ll do it, i’ll do it
i was sittin’ back just sippin’ on this tea
and then i found out you graduated with an interesting degree
you wanted to be a cop?
hold up, i ain’t judging ya principles
i just know when you go to school for criminal justice, it’s usually cause you wanna bring justice to criminals
now here’s the visual
how y’all chillin’ by his side, not knowin’ y’all around 12 once a day like military time?
i had a feelin’ you a liar, always lookin’ real weird when the gun was in yo’ hands
i knew my enemies, you see how you can witness, protection give a man a new identity
but nah, that’s why he can battle anybody for $1,000 where it’s smack or here
cause as long as they incriminatin’ themselves, he’s content with only gettin’ a rack a tier (racketeer)
the facts are here, this a breach of your status
don’t worry if i practice what i preach
you obviously never preach what you practice
or maybe you do, and we just wasn’t grasping the truth
like, remember his “dis little machete”?
oh that metaphor was actually you
ayo john, can’t you tell who’s a rat and who been through heat?
ayo j, read (reid) ’em for me, tell him how he’s in too deep
with the same stuff surf told conceited, i now say to this guy
what good is bars on top of bars when your foundations is lies
but that’s why i got charisma, punches and a flow that’s cold
“dispatch, your brother just lost a battle”
don’t worry, i promise he won’t lose his soul
[round 1: brizz rawsteen]
bullpen what up?
y’all finally got me in person
for the church boy and i don’t what’s up with that god that he’s servin’
but all i know is how his body be hurtin’ from when this shotty be workin’
when he fall down
the only way he gon’ get up is if he donnie mcclurkin
raw’ is back
‘cuse me, the god is back
without me, you n-ggas ‘never would’ve made it’ boy, like marvin sapp
loso!
he like, “finally, the god’s spendin’ time with me.”
i got the beam on the .9 sittin’
church boy, how does the song go?
i’ll let it shine, if this little light of mine with me
i’m goin’ in for the k!ll, you already know my mission
thought i wouldn’t take loso, like no i didn’t
i’m like, “nope. i’m wit’ it.”
john john wanna put you on, i know, i get it
it’s the return of the darkside
f-ck yo god n-gga, i don’t vibe wit’ him
b-tch, i’ll spit and p-ss in a cup and make yo’ god sip it
b-tch, this a .4-5 spittin’
at yo’ god ’bout fo’/five christians
you the pastor, and you must be pope john, n-gga
did you co-sign n-gga?
is you coke line sniffin’?
b-tch we hold our smith &’s
both eyes squintin’
we’ll baow (bow) heads next time you pray to god, you better hope i’m listenin’
it’s yo’ time n-gga
i’m only here to give you a brothers
i’m puttin’ babies in yo’ mom n-gga
loso
get your rap dream deceased
or get smacked to a seizure ’til he’s asleep
and the white sh-t foam out ya mouth look like cream o wheat
y’all sellin’ ya souls, but we gon’ keep receipts
the taurus got somethin’ hot fo’ yo’ ass, these ain’t heated seats
boy, he even reach, i aim, squeeze, release
then it’s keek the sneak, that mean ‘tell me when to go’
cut his head off and i’ll wear it on my chain like a jesus piece
when i send you to him, make sure you jesus, “peace”
you joined teams with saga knowin’ he had problems beatin’ his meat
[tay roc] he jerked off

[brizz]
keep it rap
holmes, be mild mannered
or i’m loadin’ my hammer
and i’ll black on a spanish b-tch like zoe saldaña
i don’t know los’
but i approach los’
get so close
fo’ fo’
two sticks in the waves like i rowboat
one shot baow! then they both go
blaow!
cuatro, cinco, trende ocho
oh no
brains leakin’; rojo
ya culo, [?], both holes
i shoot ’til there’s no mo’ los’
i got special teams on the field that mean i let something extra point then kick between them like los’ goalposts
you seen power? well i ghost los’
that mean i have tommy shootin’ over the body like los lobos
i go crazy if they saying that los’ loco
the knife wasn’t in a rush he got the slow poke
then i put the z in his chest like i was zoro
.4 arm; goro
twist sh-t; cornrow
the house of the lord be open, until this .4 close (foreclose)
it’s war though
and i ain’t gotta speak to the lord slow in morse code
tonight, if any bets was made, i won’t leave until the debts get paid
i only came to see a christian mingle, with the machete blade
b-tch go on in a different direction, ‘fore i give him the wesson
if god see it, they gotta give jehovah witness protection
you in a rush to the url, right? give it a second
url volume 3 the blessed booked you
you finally got put in that stove and chef cooked you
i’ma bring this b-tch to georgia
you f-ck around get k!lled in georgia
you wasn’t there, we got battle rap built in georgia
so go ‘head, make that weak face
but b-tch, where was you in them spit dat heat days?
talkin’ ’bout, this ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch ass replay
i mean i seen it a couple of times
you figured you come here f-ckin’ wit’ john and then you’d end up cuttin’ the line
but now you losin’ ya life
told you through the pgs that you’d be aight
told you to find you a crowd, that you could excite
you let these bullpen n-ggas give you this stupid advice
beasley said you p-ssy cause you pickin’ and choosin’ ya fights
i told him i figured it was cause he scared of losin’ his life
you see john, he gotta make sure he usin’ you right
kinda like how he doin’ with christ
i’m not amazed with a liar
is it son spray tools and be blazin’ the fire?
or is it sunday school with the g-ys in the choir?
you a phony ass christian
but really you a native who don’t know his nation was prior
this a disgrace
you ain’t somethin’ that they should admire
tell ’em!
if i’m so wack
how you the one usin’ the rhymezone app?
you didn’t think i was gon’ rhyme on that
bringin’ them raps like [?]
my question is, my n-gga how you find all that?
now see, for los’ it’s tragic
this the part where your throat gets stabbed and then it’s open gashes
i’m most combative
i’ll send soldier’s at ya
loaded ‘matics
and you know what’s after a this order (disorder), be traumatic
hold up, y’all wanna know why los’ a f-ggot?
well it all started when his mom dropped him off in his coat and jacket
he was gettin’ f-cked in the church by a roman catholic coke fanatic with no prophylactic
it was so dramatic
he came out with his clothes on backwards
now the word on loso has it, he never broke those habits
this the part where i close yo’ casket
or cremate him and smoke yo’ ashes
the bible’s a classic…but it’s no illmatic
i am hov’, i gave blueprints, slowly mapped this
showed these b-st-rds
i wrote the law down in the same stone as moses’s tablets and i hoped you grasp it
for what it’s worth clown
matter-of-fact go and tell ’em how i caught you in a church clown
he jumped up and tried to pull his skirt down
i said, “whoa. it’s gettin’ worse now.”
we started throwin’ bullets like brady for the first down
all they seen was the hood up and the flame from the first round
we in the south, it ain’t the first time 3 k’s burn a church down
we gon’ keep this between me and you
but i’ma bring the body back to smack cause he need the proof
gun in ya face, tell me what would jesus do?
they f-ck witchu, but you ain’t really that good like vegan food
i’ll come to tampa with forty flamers and feed ya lord and savior to florida gators
n-gga, i get to knockin’ on his ceilin’ like a noisy neighbor
time man

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