letra de guidelines (qash qai & barreta diss) - cino

i ain’t sittin’ in the sidelines, next to all the shots fired
i’ma teach you motherf-ckers guidelines
first off, qash qai, shut your b-m -ss mouth
you fell off, on behalf of fl, get yo dumb -ss out
lips yappin’ like your fingers typin’
loud as f-ck, no thinkin’ behind it
if cino behind it, i’ll really get this beef sh-t ignited
beast, i’m a t-tan, king leonidas
got the spirit of 300 if you beef with the warriors
speak of the coroner, leavin’ you 6-feet-deep, in-between purgatory and h-ll
i can get gory as h-ll, but listen up, i’ll chill
cuz i got a little story to tell, well
qash qai’s a lame who went from bet to sellin’ snacks
he battle raps and claims to be the best, but yet is h-lla wack
you facing the real rap god, boy! you pebbles snacks
prime g-ssed you up, now you broke and a petty brat
level that, we see you got no balance, you shaky
you say you dope till n-gg-s smoke a pound of fugazi
movin’ around the room, gazing, lookin’ at you in yo face, be like
“you done sold me some bullsh-t!”, now you look shady
not cuz you bit slim’s “crack a bottle”, compared t-ts to avocados, that was awful
f-ck that! bust back or get the f-ck back!
i love that blood splatterin’ up at your rug mat
i want that compet-tion, i’m on a mission, n-gg-, trust that
and i wanna mention, ain’t you the same dude sayin’ you on hollwood sh-t?
but whenever you showed up, hollywood dipped!
and that’s real sh-t, hashtag teflon snacks
b-tch, you washed up, still tryna get on tracks
got on smack once, got vaulted, the war report stole it
and showed why you gon’ stay pg, go home, b-tch
too grown for this, but it’s battle rap, get over it
i load a clip ‘fore i go to spit so the shots fired supposed to hit
how you holdin’ up? take this l, i rolled ’em up
if he try to shine, i’ll smack ’em like charron is up!
that hoffa treatment, poverty got you hot and steamin’
it got to your head, you think you god? n-gg-, stop misleadin’ all the people
you’re not a beast, at least not like me
off the leash, i go mautize, be honest, b-tch, what you know ’bout me?
snack slinger, you’re n-body
you’re that cliche battler who can’t make good music
thought “it ain’t that hard”, and that’s the “reason” you sh-t
you clueless, dissin’ lms was foolish
he k!lled your -ss, i’m here to put the nail in the coffin, screw it
i proved it already, so i’ll tell you another story, fool
way back in the day, believe it or not, i supported you!
a florida dude on freestyle friday back-to-back was f-ckin’ epic
’till bones 2-0’d you and made you run your necklace
so disrespectful, give no f-cks, i’ll chin-check you
inspect you, pocket check, you’ll need your friends to protect you
waited for you to show up, you ain’t do sh-t
i just k!lled you on a track, you won’t do sh-t
i knocked him out in the first round, hear the verse pound, alert the town
now on to the next victim i gotta put in a he-rs- now
barreta, you thought i was gon’ let you slide?
you no-showed our battle and now set to die!
your delivery wack, i’ll show you how to do this
don’t cross this lyrical god, just hang yourself, judas
the c in my name’s for caesar, your b is brutus
keepin’ it true, i just wanna keep it peaceful like buddhists
but you ain’t helpin’, so i keep a piece full of new clips
if i unload all rounds, you gon’ be in a news clip
youz a foolish nuisance, but you ain’t been new since
last year, you’ll get sprayed out for paper like gluesticks
i go for low blows, aim for b-lls like poolsticks
the hits were more direct cuz you saggin’ like loose t-ts
don’t be mad cuz i’m going for the c.r.e.a.m., no coolwhip
i just wanna ride up, order fries from you in a cool whip!
yo, why you lookin’ so blue? what, you actin’ like you crip?
even dr. seuss knew sh-t’s real, red fish blue fish
those who know me know what i’m ’bout, you test chris, ooh sh-t
i’ll double spaz, split your head in two, that’s deuces
… juju… you next, boy!
meet me at the art of war… god!

- cino

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