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letra de mike p vs. ryda - urltv

[round 1: ryda]
this where i sn-tch my respect, everything changes tonight
for this battle they had my back against the wall and that ain’t the sort of thing that i like
it’s win or go home
eight on both side like the playoffs, right?
a.i., buster douglas…i’ma be another n-gga that made his name off mike
i give a f-ck what you feel like
holdin’ the steel tight
so what if that n-gga surf in the field with y’all in call of duty
when his b-tch ass out here gettin’ shot in real life
last week was your anniversary surf
i’ma remind you of what 7/25 really feel like
i’ll look you dead in the eyes while you dead in the eyes
sh-t ain’t sweet
from east to west, i’m good on any block, paint beast
word to mazi, you’ll get one up top op’, then your brains leak
on second thought, three up top; grape street
you losin’ this fight, ya face gettin’ beat to the block
it’s the countdown for ryu…you wanna continue or not?
it’s on f-ggot
i’ll pull up and pop off ratchets
feel like busta rhymes, i had to turn it, leave it, stop, format it
it’s all tragic
y’all always sleep on ryda like y’all ain’t have me beatin’ the odds
y’all brought him in for the k!ll but he ain’t completin’ the job
y’all seen in too deep? cool
well he j. reid
cause once i put a police (pulice) under cover, he got a meetin’ wit’ god
you fadin’ away from reality
you could use the right grip
you was fightin’ depression and battle rap was the only time ya life switch?
well i heard you suicidal white b-tch
oh you didn’t know i like to name my guns
call it “mike p” and it’s the one you should’ve took ya life with
this y’all street fighter? that cap calm (capcom)? heresy
y’all forgot? i’m scorpion
i’ll swing the blade through the body and stop…midway
you in my world, nether realm, won’t sh-t slide
as soon as he try to hadouken, i teleport and punch him from the other side
maaaan iiiii willlll
put a hole in ya head along with the right swipe
i ain’t suge, f-ck whatcha life like
stomp ya ass out with the silk on like ‘pac in vegas on the right night
lightening don’t strike twice
so you won’t see ryda die (ryde or die) after the mike fight
push ya sh-t to the side (bing); typewrite
hey mikey, have you eatin’ the serial (cereal), that’s on my life, mike
red beam, gizmo, you hate to see it; bright light
revolver, ring in his face just like mike
y’all got me f-cked up
83% had me losin’ as if michael tougher
mike a sucka
all that sh-t sound good before the fight; michael buffer
the sh-t insane
i don’t name one gun, it’s always two
it hit ya brain, alicia keys, i always talk to michael like, “‘you don’t know my name'”
i’m bringin’ pain
.38 and a heckler for you
if mike (mic) stand under this spotlight, somethin’ special for you
i hope you ready, cause all three rounds like this
so i hope you brought the iron, mike, cause i’ma play don, king
the fight fixed

[round 1: mike p]
post nome 10, i’m right up in these tournament bouts
x ended
i transcended
and immediately, my mind started pointin’ you out
my run crazy ryda, i have, finally found my glory and doubt
i just put an end to th3 saga, what’s ya f-ckin’ story about?
is it clout?
i’m tryin’ to figure why he arrogant for?
i raise a hand and put the can’ to his core
get in the f-150, homie waitin’, tie his hands to the door
he played solo, now we stuffin’ bryan harris in (harrison) fords
baow, baow
loud sound
lead-ya liver; powwow
the heat around, repeat a round
how now?
brown cow
if a bullet take flight, ya soul? is goin’ outbound
two .5’s on the hip; four square
bring it around town
wait!
that was quarantine vs. roc when i said the stuff
weapon dump
think the first bubble spongebob made [?]
makeup in a lady purse; putting you in a bag was important
you think i’m hungover from nome? what i’m handin’ you flawless
jada pinkett, i know it ain’t benefit y’all but i have to take advantage of august
i’m the new vet’ rhymin’
a troop tank bombin’
you got stripes?
ryda, you facin’ tutankhamun
i think he gypped (egypt) ya
you think he sick dawg? i flu check ryda
wanna be i.g. famous? {gun cl!cks} what i blew (blue) check ryda
i’m in the whip, tailin’ homie
ryda? better get low
he veering lanes but i’m with him, shiftin’ as i get close
skkkkrt
lift and i hit bro
i’m from new york, i’ll cut ryda (rider) off and stuck a finger out the window
bang!
heat the f-ckin’ t–th off of ryda
bang!
sl!ck talk i’ll shoot the grease off of ry-
bang! bang!
rob his works since he’s such a ryda
he’s too drunk to drive i took the keys (ki’s) off of ryda
you bird
if two cans (tucan’s) raise i’ma murk somethin’
i’ll (owl) hawk him down, swallow lead, i burn somethin’
b-tch witchu?
sit on the stool pigeon i’ll hurt somethin’
up and get a few birds roasted like a t-rducken
you p-ssy!
always talkin’ ’bout ya punch rate sh-t
f-ck’s a punch rate ryda if the setup to the punch ain’t sh-t?
you are f-ckin’ trash
you’re not handsome, smooth, nor do you up and blast
i will put my hair in a bun and beat your f-cking ass
you beta male
you bait a male
ryda you gon’ lose cause i rap good and i say it well
you weighed the options but we ain’t balanced and it’s all about where you place the scale
you gon’ be like me?
you ain’t gon’ beat mike p
all those dui’s in ya life and this the trip you d.i.e
rap!

[round 2: ryda]
as i was preparing for mike, his whole catalog was under review
the more i watched him vers’ danny myers, i realized i had nothin’ to prove
you like to hold people accountable for they actions?
well karma comes to a few
i was f-ckin’ ya boo
this only gon’ hurt cause you in love wit’ her too
you use rounds so dangerously
shot at danny’s wife so aimlessly
so you believe in a parallel universe?
cause it’s plain to see
you used from the east down south just to be wit’ her?
ironic, cause she came to the east and did the same for me
i break hearts then dip off
they say, “wow, what a savage.”
i saw you takin’ pics at a pumpkin patch with ya feet out
i said, “wow, what a f-ggot.”
pics, text, video, i had it all, but kept it playa
i wasn’t even loud when i had it
so the life that you love so much right now…
n-gga that me, you only possess it because i allowed you to have it
pimp facts
if ya b-tch name in my contact we been in contact
it ain’t no need to slow it down, no rewind that
you think this angle fake?
we gon’ find out if it’s real in this very moment
i’m talkin’ c section scar
aztec with the cherry on it
i mean for real homie
you main stage mike but right now i’m lookin’ like the big homie
i walk in the buildin’ and b-tches just get wet, i got that feel on me
oh, you actin’ like you don’t know the drill homie
go back to ryda vs. mackk myron
sheiiit, you even watched her put the silk on me
ya senses? you need to come to it
i had fun wit’ it, then i was done wit’ it
you lookin’ at the fresh prince right now
so i ain’t gotta ask what ashley will do in the room, i was drummin’ (drummond) it
i’m improvin’
you was snoozin’
i peeped who you was choosin’
you moved in
her throat good, right?
i know, i used it
true sh-t
oooh sh-t
this where you get the exclusive
never gave me no blue b-lls, no hadouken
you was on that, ‘take her home to ya moms’ sh-t
that ‘tat her on ya arm’ sh-t
“i ain’t worried ’bout ya past baby, it can do no harm” sh-t
we talkin’ ’bout yak girl, al kapone sponsor
i pulled up on some don sh-t
and did i have her at the table or on the menu? no comment
i know all this information got you feelin’ awkward on the spot
but it ain’t just me
it ain’t just her
all these b-tches love me, i done tapped my ex’s so many times i could put blanca into shock
two rounds down and you still got another to go
that whole round i just used that white b-tch to get to mike, it’s hustle & flow
i know you love her, so you ain’t gon’ leave her and y’all gon’ get through it
but don’t get mad at me mike, the silk made me do it
it’s on you

[round 2: mike p]
ryda ramon
cave gang
goonie gang
savage sh-t
you raise them thangs, major pain
your claim to fame? you can bag a b-tch
woooow
how do you do it you’re so dope ryda
i bet most women in his life hop out the whip mid date while he at 7/11 gettin’ dutches and sh-t and ghost ryda
.4 by ya
{bing bing}
i think i’m too good for ya
i’ma rap ’til my crib built with two good foyers
x vs. snoop, after some hits, we ain’t lookin’ too good for ya
you rely on swag but need work, i’ma look two goodz for ya
let’s state some facts
you ain’t make it on two teams or pave ya own path
this lame went from bein’ in cave to a nomad wandering ’round
searchin’ for them groups that could offer
you are a goonie by definition ryda; stupid and awkward
but you nailed it
frail kid relying solely on cheap shots
the sets you rep had you left for dead
your career followed, ya team flopped
cave bailed, twork dipped
drugz? left you like a detox
and you thought bein’ anywhere close to smooth gon’ make you pete rock
this weak sh-t
you ain’t clean, you sloppy
quit the kid route
a young ass, dumb ass, full of yo’self
p-ssy sit down
you braggin’ how you “handsome”, ain’t gotta try to take a b-tch out
but never looked at yo’ inner self and tried to take the b-tch out
i will now!
i kick game the sean o’malley way
this when ryda in the ring becomes radames in the alley way
you tryin’ to push yaself, ya know motivate to get out and play
but your body language shows me you still in that pep rally phase
never really in the game, how you blind to an open m-
if you die and don’t hold ya breath-
you a ryda (rider) with no direc-
your bars decent
decent
but ryda is no investment
you think you’d protect your ryda (rider) is no progressive
and i’m guessin’
you have simply stayed on the shelf
i forgot you rapped, it seems you’ve become complacent as well
but you gon’ beat me?
save it you failed
mr. name my guns and never made a f-ckin’ name for himself
25k to you?
you?
i ain’t sure, bro buggin’
your bars b-tter knife to bones ryda, it just don’t cut it
you best to try though
i mean ryda catchin’ wreck is pretty reckless, i know
a banderas to do wild sh-t
you just desperate ryda, not desperado

and you a p-ssy for that, that’s the homegirl too. that’s your homegirl you p-ssy for that

[round 3: ryda]
i said
my bad about that last round
can we rap now?
can we act like, just ain’t n0body heard that in the background?
you told suge what ya life was like and then you tried to set the tone
ya daddy issues had you depressed takin’ pills and even slit ya wrists at home
you took ya anger out on others cause you ain’t take accountability for problems that’s ya own
o’shea jr
you’ve been actin’ more like ya father than you know
you f-ckin’ hypocrite
how you gon’ talk about danny wife as if you ain’t a former addict fightin’ demons yoself?
why wouldn’t you pray for her and hope she seek the same help that you done seeked for yoself?
you did it for battle rap clout, reaction, you an opportunist
you got any other answers?
cause we just tryin’ to understand mike; like dr. loomis
i mean, you thought ya b-tch was perfect until you found out these other battlers done had they d-ck up in it
you thought yo’ past don’t connect to they now cause you no longer a victim in it
yo’ wrist? you put a slit up in it
took pills, for her pain she used a needle, there ain’t no difference in it
so how the f-ck you gon’ shed light on a false reality when you the only one livin’ in it?
i’m speakin’ facts
my n-gga, i’m just bein’ honest
most of y’all n-ggas be actin’ like prima donnas
f-ck the legends, f-ck the vets, f-ck you, i’m never payin’ homage
i’m just that n-gga that mike hate to see right now; isaiah thomas
you tough?
n-gga save that, where my fade at?
blade in his stomach
me and the knife came up together, we go way back
f-ck a concussion it’s all percussion
with a drum you can see what a hundred is like
281-330 i do a number on mike
you peep it fam’?
you still don’t see me as an man?
well just know i possess power like the [?] clan
i’ll up a can’
dump a can’
with this black power i got the upper hand
so once you gone the next spot be the motherland
didn’t you get snuffed mid battle?
whoa fella
you was actin’ like a hoe fella
you got punched on stage and then you was off stage
where did you go fella?
i mean, i looked at that old footage like, “well ain’t that ’bout a b-tch.”
him, ave, daylyt…you can’t handle a proper punch, no wonder you’ve been angling since
let’s make it intense
i’m ’bout to pull a move on mike
sh-t look like a call of duty load out
i’m ’bout to act a fool on mike
close range, that’s when i up the tool on mike
blaow
you can’t come back from the gulosh mike
i don’t care if ya b-tch witcha, i turn this sh-t into thriller with hair triggers
[mike p] gulag
[ryda] cause soon as that b-tch turn, mike a dead n-gga
i never hesitate if i’m uppin’ the tool
just firin’ the metal; heroin spoon
i tried to tell ’em
man, i don’t get along wit’ these n-ggas
you put a vet’ vers’ a b-tch, i don’t belong wit’ these n-ggas
the churches gon’ have to sing the slow song for these n-ggas
got me askin’ my partners like, “what the f-ck is wrong with these n-ggas?”

[round 3: mike p]
it’s called ‘the gulag’
it rhymed
you know, haha
y’all heard the second
you know, they always tryin’ to air dirty laundry
you know, when everything’s clean they find one spot to change it’s the same cycle
extra sh-t
but i manage to stem the tide in ways
they throw some soft sh-t in, you know, it may prevent static, but still my plot remains
they say i wash nome
why give it your all in this tourney?
i got a lot to gain
it’s layers against basic sh-t
plains clothes to vera w-ng
you came with “bros get ’em slain”
blazin’ foes, “let it bang”
white people, in the kitchen, raising (raisin) on everythang
aye!
y’all gave me this p-ssy first? bet
i distinctly remember sayin’ “no” to rookies vs. vets
guess not
chest shot in front of his common side b-tch
started c-ckin’ my fifth
the guns drag on (dragon), locks (lox) and ryda die (ryde or die) chick
nome x was nothin’
confidence when approaching settings
i am reed dollaz, rambo, k over the shoulder ready
hold it steady
a b-tterfly, open belly’s
poke is deadly
but if these arms of mine start swingin’, well it ain’t otis redding
bomb on him
exploding tip with a sand texture
catch ryda hopping into his whip, made a hand gesture
hopped out
glocks out, then cans entered
ryda went from driver’s side to driver’s side…in manchester
a silencer
behind ya back like a sneak diss
you like to name your guns, correct? ryda peep this
this one: “aruba”, if sun (son) is out the heat lift
this one: “a rumba”, i push a b-tton and sweep sh-t
weak b-tch
haymaker king? is you good dude?
king of anything in battle rap, you wish you could fool
i saw the trailer, gust was blowin’ ya jacket back and it’s just true
no real wins (winds), he just rely on fans to make you look cool
f-ck is up wit’-
goat!
f-ck is up wit’, this notion that you just pullin’ upward upset unless judges start punchin’ with mike don’t make you buster douglas
sit down!
i past murked you
mad early; bad curfew
we both in shape ryda
you a square that raps, i rap circles
you think my last battle’s a fluke? you ain’t knowin’ enough
the hate old, j. cole, you think snow on da bluff?
rewind that
this bracket’s mine, ain’t gotta lie scr-p
so while y’all watch me put this lion (lying) king on ice, enjoy the climb back
goat

- urltv

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