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letra de o-red vs. a. ward - rare breed entertainment

[round 1: o-red]
arp…you gon’ lose some subscribers after i swarm through
colonizers gon’ hate the way you lettin’ me do him wrong, ‘mu
you gettin’ canceled like steve harvey – i’m tryna warn you
red (read) the wrong one on the card to give a ward (award) to
you gave the white horseman this conquest?
a divine test?
i’ll black on fam’ and leave him pale ’til he symbolize death
askin’ for this war don’t mean you riding on red, horse
i mean, illmac k!lled you already
sh-t, i’m just wastin’ my time…bеatin’ a dead horse!
you can’t hack it
i’m great rappin’, a straight savagе
dean’s list: when i’m on a (honor) roll, y’all gon’ think a average
if this happened in atlanta, you would’ve died in the south, ward
as far as newark, you won’t last a day in the south ward
i don’t glorify it, but bro-bro, it’s bad
i know punks who fo’-fo’ will blast for the low-low of cash
and wit’ no warning, while kids playin’ yo-yo and tag
random mac (mackk) shots outta nowhere like, like…like, “loso a f-g!”
i keep a mag’ for the issue…and i move wit’ a nickel
late night, put a christian in the middle like jimmy kimmel
i’m a nine-trey official, taught to move wit’ a whistle
f-ck charron – n-ggas been gettin’ bodied by billy pistols (pistolz)!
and i put that on bb, a
this round ain’t a bb. a
you’ll get more than a drug charge from this de, a (dea)
stolen mustang, i do drive-bys…out the gt, a (gta)
one finger light up, and heaven gon’ know your eta!
fyi, your homie ’bout to die when o rappin’
when i’m done wit’ him, i ain’t givin’ th3 saga no action
why battle you when i could body yo’ captain?
besides, i heard a behind most of your verses like fivio rappin’
ayy…
you know, ay-ay-ay, got the fans thinkin’ sensei nice as sh-t
i believe it, too, since a write your sh-t
nah, nice told me remove your chords (cords), make you a wireless
i shoulder the bird and walk wit’ the stick on some pirate sh-t
which reminds me…twork taught me how to ignite your b-tch
she really like black people meat
you know i smashed her down
no, for real, like, she like black people meat, bro
i had to smash her down
she was beggin’ to drive the boat, so i grabbed the crown
she guzzled half the brown
hit the blunt, passed it down
i fed her some molly and (somalian) said, “look at me – i’m the captain now”
savage sh-t, i’ll bag your b-tch
hit her from the back wit’ it
thrashin’ it, on one knee for colin kaepernick
she grab the d-ck…then do a lil’ math wit’ it
that mean she subtract the lips, add the spit, and slide across the pole like a abacus
you hurt behind those bars? well, welcome to the infirmary, ward
you my son – we gon’ change your name to maternity ward!
i know you wanna be the next marshall mathers, but as a friend, a
tryna take red life (redlyfe) ain’t gon’ make you a young em’, a (young m.a.)
ya heard me!?
jersey!
[round 1: a. ward]
i been in my bag!
reb-ttal game crazy…
i been in it, pal
twork taught you how to talk to my wife?
he definitely didn’t teach you how to finish a round
i said, shotgun suge said he the shooter and the driver…
i guess that makes you the uber and the rider
bro, you doin’ uber?
i’ll never knock a man hustle if the pay worthy
i just got a question
you ever pick somebody up during the day, early
25-minute drive, let’s say 30
then drop ’em off three blocks later and say, “jersey!”
surely!
ubereats, too? look, i got p-ssed off when i seen the fans hatin’
’cause y’all actin’ like red switched up on us
man, save it
he been sayin’ he gettin’ plates, he’ll ride up, bring the trays (tres) out
y’all just didn’t stand patient and wait for the translation!
random…people you be givin’ rides to
random…people you deliver fries to
your satisfaction rate was 97 percent when you deliverin’ food
but in 40 battles, when it come to a mil’ (meal), you’ve only given us two
so what it do, red?
’cause you not layin’ out a ki’ of work while you chop and bag raw
you startin’ up a kia for work and droppin’ bags off!
you wasn’t preparin’ for mask on in your crib, makin’ sure your delivery was nice
you was preparin’ wit’ your mask on in the car, makin’ sure them deliveries was right!
so quit frontin’!
all that work you do for uber, then he gon’ come up here and tell me how he lift (lyft) somethin’
well, against volume 3 and iron solomon, when you tore his shirt
all that fake aggression, what you get from it?
as a christian, i lost respect, regardless of the sl!ck punches
’cause you looked at an innocent jew, ripped off a tee (t), and did nothin’!
r.i.p. slim dunkin
see, you coulda had a shot in atlanta
but in jersey, this what it amounts to
see, i know you sick, and i can pick the positives out you
but i’m a tough test
stick your nose in my business and you dropped in a box in the ground, dude
arp knew it
he called it mask on ’cause that’s what you do when someone’s coffin (coughin’) around you!
the grounds crew: what i roll out cover the bases
pac-12, big ten
you late to the party and right now i’m nothin’ to play with!
so cue a death wish
i can’t believe you accept this transformer blo-
i’m too electric!
it’s the four hors-m-n tip
groundbreakin’, and the foundation is not shakin’ like poor sportsmanship!
i morph to this
they said he got presence, i see an orphanage, the poorest gift
run your mouth, put a cork in it
it’s that, or a fist for your orifice and (-smack-) get that aura fixed!
you’re dyin’!
beatin’ me? harder than pluggin’ in the usb cable right the first time
arp put your name on a flyer…i’ll put your receiving of friends on a church sign!
you picked the worst time
y’all had me meet (meat) red on a rare plate?
this ain’t fair – wait, i’m locked in
he ricky bobby, i’m sidney crosby
he think he fire, i’m a top pen
every lazy line ’bout a glock-10
yeah, o pull (opal), but if it sound fire, do he really drop gems?
yo, i’mma prove you can’t go back-and-forth wit’ me
who said your pen worthy?
jersey? red here just to rap battle
watch fans back ward, a sure 30
wait – reverse that
30? sure – a. ward’s back
fans watch battle rap just to hear red “jersey”?
it hurts me!
yo, it’s disgustin’!
you choke in a big battle every year and call yourself a “transformer”?
i’m thinkin’ a different big production
like men in black…you know, not ’cause the tommy and the smith is dumpin’
but men in black ’cause we see flashes…then you can’t remember nothin’!
they said this was a style clash
i agree – fire, trash
he finna be mad as can be
spend the whole round battlin’ god, end up losin’ the battle to me
that’s 1
[round 2: o-red]
my reb-ttal game cra-
nah, i’m lyin’, y’all

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