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letra de bar fight™ - cane vs. ro$etti | s1:e3 - team backpack

[round 1]

[intro: cane]
yeah
cane is the name, look
yo

[verse: cane]
level up before you talk to me, this who they brought for me
i thought he may back out ’cause who is ro$$ to me?
he not a boss to me, he is an apprentice
but after this, he’ll be boss, how i give him the business
this matchup is looking confusing, dude, he a student
not in my class, why even book him? he truant
is this look even good for the movement?
i go hard in, it feel like a step back, i shouldn’t be doin’
i got to step down like a letter of resignation
just to navigate through all of the levels of separation
had to penetrate through ages, go back in the day and wait
just to be at his estimated intended end destination
this’ light work, flip the switch with a verse
he 6 feet, now he gotta social distance with earth
my brother supplying the he-rs-, but cane come the ring
he knocking lights out and giving you fire first
arms to the side, this bad for ’em
if he the wave, that’s cap, pull strings and get his rag torn
whatever he was smoking got his head twisted
must’ve had 3 strands to think he could see this plat form
the world, craig, this the job sight
ain’t no job security, after this, i give his top flight
this is not a bar fight, this is apparent
it’s fake courage that’ll get you embarrassed, for real
[intro: ro$$etti]
yo
ro$$etti

[verse: ro$$etti]
you won’t a hitter, won’t spitter or supplier on the corner
his name cane, but never had the fire on the corner
that’s why i don’t be liking rappers acting lame, you not a factor
handle cane like a college kappa trapping alabaster
all white, if you got a problem then we gon’ fight
on sight, better hit the gym and get the form right
meditate, pray to god, it’s still gon’ be a long night
you can get the beats like you paid for ’em, all rights
oh yeah, that’s crazy, huh, i wrote that lately, huh
’cause i be lazy, huh, tracy mcgrady, huh
but i’mma make it out the first round, i’m positive
[?], i’m bombing this
[?], you had a scholarship
and you played football, boy, that’s an accomplishment
looked up your statistics, they was iffy, just acknowledge it
i guess cane and half stepping, always been synonymous
his podcast is called synonymous, in case you didn’t know
i’mma need 3 gs like popovich, you wanna hear me flow?
here we go, i’m naughty by nature, blame crater road
i’m cut different, these lines sharper than jalen rose
[round 2]

[intro: cane]
check
check, yo

[verse: cane]
dollar signs in his name, and now a price on him
slice on him, act official ’til i put stripes on him
now, he chad ocho cinco, it’s the same
he ate 5 after i put numbers on his name
he don’t want it with cane, i’m a problem with it
pick him all apart, the way i’m giving y’all a body
this is world emcee, autopsy edition
make his guts global, nickelodeon competition
his insides all up on the lenses
i give you the inner-view but his resume is non-existent
he a open micer, what has son done?
the open cypher like 11 times and never won one
he act tough, that’s a bad bluff
but now, he gotta back up if he rap drugs
this his shot to cook white, under pressure, watch him crack up
you see cane is something, he ain’t never bag up
i hear him talkin’ all arrogant
said he spends more time on the outfit he wearin’ in
you gon’ wish well you had a chance to prepare again
’cause that’s the outfit you gettin’ buried in
i swear he dressed in the dark, this a mismatch
and his fit trash, he a washed up dish rag
he tried to bar fight, sorry, not today
i’m the doorman, bodied him and got him out the way
[intro: ro$$etti]
yo
yeah
i’ll let it come back around
give me a second
uh
uh

[verse: ro$$etti]
i bring it to you from the start, fool
no rap clown, ro$$etti checking you
dark room, no pat down, i brought the weapon through
back in richmond, to battle a veteran, i never knew
in a room full of his friends, but hey, what else is new?
i’m on point like lowry, too seasoned
but think about it, in college, lowry played 2 seasons
when i roll a jay right, homie the [?]
so all that talk about getting rid of this villain, over
reppin’ petersburg to the fullest, dog, what you ’bout?
catch him while he throwing it up and slap the puke out
catch while he telling them lies and slap the truth out
catch him while he fixing his hair and slap the mousse out
yeah, the backhand stronger than arthur ashe
a live wire, straight outsider like hall and nash
in rhyme cyphers, my clique beating ’em, y’all trash
like shawn michaels, he gon’ leave with his heart in half

[round 3]

[verse: cane]
his plan was to come here and get a plate
well that foiled, you see, i got it covered up
his claim, he tried to stake, but he still bleeding
from his last beed, it’s clear he ain’t done enough
a couple mediocre battles and projects, that’s not heat
he lacks progress, he won’t rise, it seems that the guy peaked
so, i’ll lend him helping hands, give him a 2pac piece
and hopefully rose will grow after i put him in the concrete
he too simple, move brittle but you rarely find him snapping
not compound, but think he broke through off some air time fragment
take some to rest, cast, i swear i’m cracking
i see you breaking in them silkys ’cause your hairline’s fractured
but i break the rest down from chest down, he losing functioning
chopper chew ’em up and spit ’em out, my shooter coming with
exclusive drum and stick, come and meet the new percussionist
now, he stiff, another shot a help him loosen up a bit
put him in the ground, so he can feel who he up against
the top of the underground, like a sewer cover lid
in every rap, i hear repeatedly ’bout how you balled collegiately
see, there’s division when you won, and you look d3 to me
tryna relive his little glory ’cause those days are all gone
and now he stepping on the wrong yard and getting stomped on
he getting hazed from school days, nothing changed at all, nah
tried to play and made him pay, he used to being walked on
said he a playground legend
but i ain’t get it ’til i listened to his music
on some rafer, alston the way i was skipping all through it
watch the white boy school him and prove it when i teach here
the professor x him out, give him handles, leave him in a wheelchair
we not the same league here
you pee-wee, i’m kirkland, understand it though
i drug money in the street, still ball, i manage both
sn-tch money off the top to show you, the man, a goat

[verse: ro$$etti]
another day, another dollar
virginia spitter grew up with the ham, up in the collards
this generation running to the hammer, they don’t squabble
out here looking shaky with the eat like iguodala
still, i’m eating good, lifting heavy, getting brolic
i’m at the crack of dawn, reading up and getting knowledge
my phone lighting up, it’s usually direct deposits
i’m getting more from life than i could ever get in college
coaching up my team, jimmy johnson
chilling with my ray-bans, hater watch me shine, i bet it ache, man
how many rappers really ’bout what they’re saying
it’s almost zip, just like 28 grams
word to eminem, you should know i take sta
nah, word to rosa parks, you should i know take stands
they try to steal the culture, but we know that they can’t
that’s blackface, shorty yeah, we know it ain’t tan
a lot of people lost lives over name brands
really died fresh to death fighting for jays, man
feel like curtis jackson, bruh, i got a gameplan
on everything, let the church say, “amen”
every time i do it to the max, lisa turtle
got conflicting thoughts when i’m smoking on some purple
cater to the underground or try to go commercial
50/50 split, it got me feeling like virgil

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