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letra de litty/zeze freestyle (joyner lucas diss) - mysonne

(it’s jp soundz)
why you mad at me cuz i tell you the truth
that you lost goin’ bar-to-bar with an r&b n-gga (huh?)
it’s a whole different level of lyrics over here dog
you don’t want to spoil me n-gga
you spit that cute sh-t and i spit that mucus, i’m sick
b-tch you’re a pocket confucius
you just be rhyming they know you won’t do sh-t
they know if they try me i’m probably go’n shoot ya
lucas you stupid, yeah i took your song
i made it better ‘cuz you did it wrong
you made it seem like the black man was weak
so that i had to tweak it and show that we strong
you had it seeming like we couldn’t even read and write
couldn’t believe it, i was watching the tv like (what?)
he had the white supremacist calling this black kid all kinds of n-ggas
then i found out that he half white (oh), now it makes sense
he a mixed kid caught up in the matrix (right?)
he was raised in the ‘burbs around nothin’ but white racists
so all he learned was black hatred (for real)
all his songs reinforce black stereotypes
i mean, even his hero is white (my name is)
he don’t know where he belong, he been lost in the dark so long
i’m just tryin’ to give him the light (for real)
you nuttin’ but a gimmick, you an eminem mimic
got a whole lotta flow with a little bit of lyrics
you make a n-gga head bob, soon as he hear it
soon as it goes off, boom they forget it (haha)
my lyrics be touchin’ a n-gga’s sprit
incitin’ to recite as soon as a n-gga hear it
gangsta sh-t, it tears, so they really can’t bear it
i give ’em that pain, that sh-t’s been generic
this is rated r, versus pg (uh-huh)
this is the >❓❓< vs pc (for real) this is the lyrical professor with a master's degree goin' against a n-gga that barely got a ged ya'll know you and seein' me with that fast cat in the hat rap and the black mask strapped to the backpack with five >❓❓< rap he say sh-t like that, and ya'll act like that sh-t cray that sh-t is wack, that sh-t ain't lyrical my sh-t is poetry, my sh-t is biblical sh-t i be sayin', you cannot explain more than a gift, my sh-t a miracle i am just here to do god's work (that's all) and get you n-ggas bar work, so i'm gonna k!ll 'em today then i'm back to the front line tomorrow, my job is hard work you see the difference (what?) you gotta listen (listen) see all of these bars like i'm in prison? do you hear the kinda entredres i'm spitting? i'm the future and i'm cheatin' like larsa on scotty pippen ya'll n-ggas forgettin' i'm the motherf-ckin' goat? (i'm the goat) spittin' nothin' but bars you that can quote (you can quote) n-gga colder than winter without a coat he said he wanted smoke, well n-gga i'm at your throat like, like, like, like the adam's apple take 'em to church like a tabernacle same one that hyped you on the 'gram that like you gonna be the same ones laughin' at you this a grown man, vs a boy, it's a loaded pistol vs a toy it's a n-gga with jokes vs a n-gga with quotes it's a truth vs a motherf-ckin' ploy ain't no one illa, a bar-for-bar k!ller i'm here to break down all these >❓❓< you build up joyner is scammin' all of you n-ggas his song be 10 minutes, 9 minutes be filler (what's that?) just a whole lotta words (oh) buncha nouns no verbs (uh-huh) i can't front he got a whole lotta views (what?) that's just proof we got a whole lotta nerds (ha ha) >❓❓< street dudes to g's n-ggas on locks, they use to move the keys i did this so every one who roots for you could see unguarded,>❓❓< ain't sh-t you could do with me now this is just a warm up but i swear if you reply you a goner go ahead, you can play if you wanna and i'm on ya, like a f-ckin' piranha joyner, next time you gonna f-ck with a lion make sure you got a will, and you comfortable dyin' troy k!lled you my n-gga, i ain't bein' biased whoever tell you that he didn't they lyin' they just tryin' to ease the pain i'm tryin' to teach you the game while establishing that we ain't the same can't compare him to me (why not?) cuz the n-ggas are lame but i kinda like his raps, so it's a shame i gotta k!ll him (k!ll him) but i can't front, i kinda feel him but he was talkin' all greasy, i gotta k!ll him (i gotta k!ll him) anyone of you n-ggas could go with him (i k!ll him) come on, my n-gga, this is warm up don't play with me man, we different lyricists cat, hat, mat, pack, i don't do none of that you cool tho, flow be hot i f-ck wit the flow, i be mesmerized with it i be listenin' to the words like, yeah, when you write that sh-t down you ain't really saying nothin' you know what i'm sayin'? tory k!lled you, but i k!lled tory tory don't be talkin' that "america" sh-t don't start no canada vs america sh-t i k!ll you too, n-gga, stop playin' with me, n-gga you know what the f-ck i doin' here don't be mad at me because i made your song better you wrote "i'm not a racist", had a black n-gga lookin' scared i try to help you, i ain't mad that i ain't discover the song you mad cuz i did it better, ha ha

- mysonne

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