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letra de kobe (feat. dj schitz & tiny timb) - $tanza the rapper

[intro]
yo
yo, we all got opps, right?
yeah
f-ck yeah
aight, well
i say, for this new year
no more of that cheap f-ckin’ beef, okay?
h-ll no, bro
2024, only the kobe
and the wagyu, alright?
facts, bro
so yeah
f-ck the opps
f-ck them

[hook]
f-ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
you know who you are
we ain’t gotta f-ckin’ tag you, we
shoot snakes
the fakes that show attitude
f-ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
f-ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
you know who you are
we ain’t gotta f-ckin’ tag you, we
shoot snakes
the fakes that show attitude
f-ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
[verse 1]
feces hit the fan
so i set that sh-t to oscillate
the cr-ppy blades decapitate you
innards likе a pasta plate
ragu
shoot until the mag’s through
had to
make a mask from thе mud
that my name got dragged through
pop a cap in that pachyderm
i said get up outta my room
claim my therapy is problematic
heresy to you
who asked for your two cents?
save ’em for the jews (oy vey)
why don’t you go huff a canister of kerosene or two?
i’m a sour patch
your ass is acidic at the core
watch your glass house crackin’
as i’m rappin’ at the door
f-ck the kids from overseas
here to mingle with the poors
before going home to asia
where they got no chores (rich b-tch)
call me fascist
bundle with an axe
well at least i have the latter
y’all are just a bunch of f-ckin’ stick figures
i’m quick to diss
nicotine addicted freaks
validation seekin’ tweakers
bummin’ off the street
i’ll make my dreams a reality
shatterin’ all your fallacies
haven’t you heard? (what?)
i keep all the f-ckin’ receipts, like
d-mn
i got the f-ckin’ logs on deck
had to drop a song to keep all of these thoughts in check
year of the dragon, i’m on the attack
and i’m takin’ you back to a chapter you’d rather redact
nah
talkin’ trash like a black pot
when i walk into class, they slack-jawed
sayin’ “that’s odd”
ain’t no prob
if b-tches are boring, it’s better they back off
don’t start
f-ck your aladdin, i’m like jafar
[pre-chorus]
god d-mn
yo, where’s schitz?
yo, get your ass over here, it’s your time for the hook
you know it, right?
yeah, i believe so
why’s this crooked?
take it away
the headphones, if you may
ahem
f-ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no rayu
ah, f-ck
yo, aight, run that back
let’s do this right
ahem

[hook]
f-ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
you know who you are
we ain’t gotta f-ckin’ tag you, we
shoot snakes
the fakes that show attitude
f-ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
[verse 2]
f-ck the pain and the chaos
i have no time or the patience
for these people, call me evil
but won’t say it to my face, nah (f-ckin’ p-ssies)
ain’t that entertaining?
motherf-ckers claim that i’m gang bangin’
but i ain’t claimin’ i’m not dangerous (why?)
cuz i’ll get a grip
once my family’s in the mix
i don’t give a d-mn about sh-t
my tunnel vision’s kicking in, unh
that when it’s clipped, b-tch
even family has limits
so don’t get it twisted
don’t do what chris did (what’d he do?)
and get slapped twice
it took a few disses for him to act right
motherf-cker on some b-tch sh-t
go ahead, go grab a knife
cuz to what i witnessed
you’re more bark than bite (lil’ b-tch)
hittin’ me up all night, unh
askin’ me for cash for a cab
so you can save your life, unh
whatever happened to cheese from the streams?
b-tch, i thought you were signed, unh
i guess you were lying, huh?
now time to remind you
who the f-ck this man is
not chris, but the man schitz
i came to do damage
everywhere on the canvas
so if anyone tell you otherwise
they gonn’ need a bandage
so hand me a side of fries
cuz this beef went rancid

[pre-chorus]
yo, you popped off
right?
yo, it’s tiny’s turn now
it is?
yo tiny, you want some of this beat?
some of this beef?
ayo, no i said beat
oh, h-ll yeah, let’s go, let’s do it

[verse 3]
sauced up like it’s ragu
b-tch, we gonn’ toe-tag you
swish, we gonn’ stab you
hit your skin like a tattoo
crack ’em like a cashew
run and we gonn’ catch you
shoot like i’m kobe
and then leave you like a statue
mamba mentality
all the opps are just cr-p to me
yeah they lie and they rat on me
watch me pull up to applebee’s
i done tore down stores
i’ll throw beef on floors
b-tch, i quit
i ain’t yours
nada decaf wh0res
all you woke ass jokes
take a seat, take a smoke
of some weed, not some coke
or some crack, you must know
y’all is whack, y’all some hoes
y’all some snowflakes, go do snow
sniff that sh-t, stab and blow
while you’re at it, get some dough
yo
most of these oppas can suck my d-ck
b-tch
no collabing if you’re cappin’
or you’re acting like a ditz
put respect on 929
we tiny, stanza, dj schitz
got you feelin’ pain like chris
when he got slapped by will smith
got a knife in your hand
what you cutting, christmas ham?
like a b-tch in the kitchen
that can’t seem to spread a jam
you ain’t causin’ chaos
when you standin’ frozen like a stick
or a steak
wanna make it?
you’d feel chosen for this sh-t
the librarian and 7-eleven ladies can l!ck head
i’m tired of this inbred
just breedin’ all these pinheads
along with hoes lip syncing
tryna deface what the timb says
now what they doing instead?
probably huffin’ windex
kobe beef
we with duh goats, no sheep
stackin’ up racks, goat cheese
stanza gonn’ wrap your cheese (wegmans)
been on a mission, the j&j swishing
way back when we met up in 117
f-ck all the staff that was takin’ our snacks
when they found i was hiding ’em under my jeans (f-ck you)

- tanza the rapper

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