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letra de prez mafia vs juno - the trap ny

[round: prez mafia]
i’mma give you a chance to step out of ya ego, and live inside my bars
this is attica
and only took me hour to write this
so i really didn’t have the time to time my bars
but this is faculty, innuendo
so if you go over your head, when it land on cam, just rewind my bars
but i’m lying cuz this battle, i tried to hide my bars
it’s been a lot of speculating, and saying i changed up
but n-gga nada
it’s like h-ll in a chopper, i came up
see we some stars in the making, who getting that fame, us (famous)
and i just hope that you know (juno), that i’ma f-ck ya name up
that we acquainted is war, yeah it’s that old prez
i’m back, green light for the dome shot
that’s go head
the [?] handy, faculty, that’s prez family
a big buck like dave [?]
so chin up, pez candy
that white out like spring break
them dudes hate but couldn’t stop me with a ak on doomsday
n-gga, you is not that nice
shoutout to boom, mayn, i pull it back and clap like you mad, you’ll get a screwed face
like lil jj this kid is a joke, sh-t i mean really
you thought that you was gonna beat me, no
cuz once you in this scope, you’ll get hit with toast
because i’m known to black like different strokes
woosah
that’s how i start sh-t, you know i’m on that bar sh-t
that semi flare, i bus’ anywhere, like a partridge
so fear who n-gga? you gon’ scare who n-gga?
it’s like gl-sses on, i dare (eye deer) you n-ggas
gold caps on that grill, i want all y’all n-ggas fronts
let it ring, sh-t i’ve got that king kong in the trunk
let it boom, like a dressing room, all my n-ggas fit for war (wore)
dressing room, that’s fit for war (wore)
but ju’ (you) see, no couture, it’s just ju’ (you) and me
nah, it’s ju’ and me, the best breed
right jab, like zab; for ju’ to (judah) see
these arms deadly
they nicknamed cherries and ju’ bleed (jubilee) all over
it’s flock for frontin’
coz you believe i’m not done, duke, what good is a jew?
i’m christmas eve, i’m not for you
next time, you just step in the– wait wait wait, oh my god, woosah
next time, you just step in the ring, think twice
it takes a p-wn to run into a king, and when you do
i’m martin in that pink house, i’m letting two (tooth) fly
and before i hit him too hard, i hit him with the woosah
a lot of n-ggas wanna touch the great
but you gon’ see ars once you take this l for them tons of weight
like uncle phil, i will explain for you f-cking fakes
c-a-r, take this l for them tons of weight, n-gga that’s carlton banks
n-ggas’s is talking about i don’t got haymakers, but these next few lines gon’ have a lot of n-ggas hatin’
roll on my coast, stirring up problems and it’ll be ya final destination
wait, rollercoaster, problems, final destinat– n-gga i ain’t even get wild yet!
i’m in your house party (house party)
wild techs, cl!ck popping, and the sh-t hotter than bilal’s breath
i caught this n-gga with his b-tch, and they was making out, right
nah, i caught him with his b-tch, and will he make it out? tch, right!
that palm flare like a arm chair, we can take this outside
we indoors (end doors/endorse), it’ll launch here (lawn chairs) and take him outside
mafia, n-gga

[round: juno]
i been spazzing on y’all n-ggas with this battle sh-t since ’98
i told myself that i’ma find a way
into this game, no lie
so i could [?] and play
daylyt, dot mob, i take your son shine (sunshine) away!
you ain’t here, n-gga?
crime pays, it’s impossible for them hate the sh-t that i say
my n-gga
you could dive, run, hide, stay
throw you out that fifth row window, apartment 5-8
your name does not fit your character
i can’t believe mercy set this b-tch -ss n-gga up to be my challenger
well listen up d-ckhead, i’m a whole different caliber
so she talking like this yo year
i’m gonna hit your crib, shift your wig, and leave your brain on a calendar!
i’m gonna show you how to pick and choose your battles wisely hoping
that you brung a vest cuz i’m about to leave your chest widely open
mercy got me battling this high yellow crack babies
the mom’s be wilin’, smoking
stealing from bodegas, putting sh-t in her pocket while she smilin’, jokin’!
why you hating, n-gga?
cuz my rhymes are potent?
cuz i say sh-t like; i’ll catch you coming out your home, pop you right on your lawn, now your gr-ss is soaking!
f-ck you! f-ck your name! f-ck your slogan!
victims, this some of them
who’s popular? i’m gunning them!
you couldn’t see me if you took mercy’s gl-sses, put them on your face, with some binoculars in front them!
now let’s talk about b-tch–ss n-ggas, cuz your one of them
i could tell you one those lightskin n-ggas that think they could ball forever
is the thing they could offer up imma
i’mma introduce you to smith & wesson’s girlfriend that i call beretta
i won’t feel satisfied ’till you and your team fall together
after i cave your bird chest in, and free all the feathers!
i don’t trust clowns, i don’t trust wh0r-s
but your little sister loves smoking cigarettes
she sucked d-ck for bus downs
let me make this clear in this place
i can’t take you serious like a man or respect you cuz you ain’t got no hair on your face
(i shaved that sh-t)
and that’s a f-cking disgrace
my n-gga you a mistake
i’ll crack your ankles
best believe you get strangled
i guarantee you won’t move
i’ll blow up your car, so therefor you won’t cruise
i’ll k!ll my compet-tion, therefore i can’t lose
ya group will get sniped
you ever got tossed off the same roof twice?!
you’s a lowlife!
you could tell me how it feels to get stabbed in the face with a gold knife!
my n-gga this sh-t’s official
i’ll hit you with a missile
and keep it real, them slugs will run through your skin, and pop out your motherf-cking tissue
and that’s a freestyle, sh-t ain’t that hard
but f-ck it, let me get back to these bars
now check it
i told last time, the last n-gga that was here caught a heart attack, and i ain’t lyin’
i ain’t lyin’, if i’m lyin, i’m flyin’
(that was n-gga was under pressure, he ain’t lyin’)
let nu born tell it to y’all, if i’m lying, i’m flyin’
aight f-ck it, let me get back to it, aight
i just said, let me make this clear in this place
my last bar i said, i can’t respect you as a man or take you serious cuz you ain’t got no hair on your face, right?
and then i said, i could tell you want one of those lightskin n-ggas that think they could ball forever
and after that i say i’mma gonna introduce you to smith and wesson’s girlfriend then i call beretta
i won’t feel satisfied ’till you your team all fall together
after i cave your bird chest in and free all the feathers!
get mangled, try to run i’ll crack your knees and break both your ankles
that way you can’t move
then blow up your car, that way you can’t cruise
i k!ll my compet-tion, that way i can’t lose
okay, your group’ll get sniped
you ever got tossed off the same roof twice?
he’s a low-life
you can tell me how it feels to get stabbed in the face with a gold knife
get dissed in a different language
f-ck you! maricón [?]! that’s spanish!
you ain’t grabbin’ sh-t, i’m aimin’ where your hand is
houdini n-gga, making you vanish
these bars you can’t manage
and don’t try to be a hero, ’cause in the ghetto that’s a sanguish!
cold hearted, to all the n-ggas out outnumbered and outsmarted
i’m closer to my target
i’m not one to start with
that hammer, i’ll spark it
rob you for your own whip then park it
trap house…
(what up)
you can’t dodge this
throw you in the ocean, get eaten by the sharks, octopus and cod fish
like acne, watch this
sit you in the chair and tie your hands behind your back just like an iraqi hostage
and i don’t give a f-ck if i’m disrespectful
so what if i call your b-tch my sl-t
i’m the kind of n-gga that’ll make the woman who gave birth to you l!ck my nuts!
you running out of luck
you bettin high (bet and hide) with a n-gga that gambles with winners
every time you stuck, you suck
you’re supposed to be gang-related, right?
but you’re mad soft, and that’s what f-cks it up!
run, as fast as you can
i stand on water and i swim through sand
celebrities hit the red carpet because they rich
well i walk on toilet paper ’cause i’m the sh-t!
j-u-n-o, you so live, so ghetto
like bums collecting cans, i hold metal
the beef i’mma settle
h-llo
the laser on a gun is not red, green, blue; it’s now yellow
for the ghetto, i drink amaretto
and i’m straight underground, i come from the bottom like donatello
i’ll pop your grill, ya sh-t will have your thing looking like porridge
freestyle off the top once again, where the nunchucks at, i beat you down like chuck norris
you ain’t got nothing for us
you better off throwing away your rhymes and your verses and start spitting chorus
cuz my n-gga you straight trash
and like i said before, i’ma catch ya coming out your house, once you cross the street, before you get to the yellow line, i’mma pop your face on the gr-ss
(d-mn)
and that’s d-mn, like your man just said
i’mma do this one more time
off the top, straight freestyle off the top, real sh-t
let me give them eight bars, no lyin’, aight
ya life’s not important like the president’s health
i stab you with an icicle and gonna watch the evidence melt!
i will blind you
i break vinyls and crack spinals
i drop rhinos, they will hide you, they won’t find you
my n-gga, i’m good with the rifle
put my hand on the bible and pray for my rival
i’lll murder ya idol
i got n-ggas on my team that wanna body you way more than i do
juno!

- the trap ny

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