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letra de real deal vs b magic - urltv

[round 1: b magic]
this white boy got me f-cked up, i’m mad yes
jab left right hook wigger tripping his -ss dead
at his crib i did a number on his door, now that’s an address
i’m talking with that hollow toast (halitosis) like bad breath
this m-th-f-cka a teacher well you a student now
i’m that one n-gga you warned them kids at school about
prove ya wild, hit his cl-ss neck shot good shooting
left his red apple on the desk like a good student
boy i bust (bus) like laidlaw, so feel this you better chill quick
or paul wall gonna need his grill fixed
i’ll leave real deal in a holyfield when i k!ll sh-t
you gonna need permission to slip, you won’t feel trip
you look like you do rnb i know the deal
lift his spirit you gonna need another soul 4 real
see i will leave real dead that’s overk!ll
you gonna need a super surgeon to close the deal
see you a f-g that like bananas in your m-ffler
knock him out, then i drug deal like a hustler
i’m guessing that its my turn to deal, i’ma shuffle ya
n-gga i ain’t doing real good like a struggla
i bet that shotty knock his mommy out her sports bra
take shots you wouldn’t throw them back at a sports bar
f-ck y’all, b-tch i will pull your report card
it mustang (must stang) when i firebirds like a sports car
my n-ggas quick to blam listen to what a n-gga sayin
bullets take part of the deal like a middle man
you my little man you gotta couple hot lines
i signed a contract to wreck a deal (record deal) like i got signed
you looking like i’m not the sh-t n-gga, change your face
i bet your students used to whoop yo -ss and make you change the grades
bang the k, boy i said these shots is not tanqueray
cut’em when i come after deal, like a game of spades
i see his face i got his closed with them double techs
i had to make sure it was real, like i double checked
i double bet that i bust his chest if he f-cking flex
i give him an extra round, that’d be sudden death
you are not a real deal, you acting
i will box real still (real steel), hugh jackman
i do cl-ssic, that b-tch you call your boo.. stabbed it
i was being frank with her and she blew (blue) magic
no aim, white boy can’t dump
beat up your team by myself, white boys can’t jump
real recognize real, see i’ll put a bullet in ’em
real sweet, i guess he got too much sugar in ’em
die hater, die now or die later
b magic a couple grenades annihilate ya
i mean that bomb blow your van in the air, skyscr-per
tell this buster what it is right now, like violators
columbine when i spark at this teacher necks (next)
you better have a desert eagle as a teachers pet
how to come back from death? try to teach’em that
for that young money, i khaled like we da best
so trevor look, let’s have a little discussion
this white boy, you got some flow
but you lyrically nothing think i won’t k!ll’em
yes i will, like hillary’s cousin
if trevor jump, he fall dead like hillary husband

[round 1: real deal]
clowning me for that teacher sh-t was not smart today, i’ll put it in magic terms
i ain’t wanna face my dream with a shack (shaq) so i decided to stack pennies the harder way (penny hardaway)
finally here big stage let me take this in a second
i need to lie to y’all, bullsh-t right and play you a perception
but i know the slogan smack so to me that raises up the question
what time is it… real what? [real n-gga time!] thanks for making the exception
so you magic right? well pick a card any card but that race cards a no go
i go hard, it’ll look like they put the sandlot dog in the yard with todo
i got this from the boroughs to the burbs to the hearts of soho
with your bird pearched on my wood like the cardinal’s logo
you gon get the message behind these bars like i flew you a kite
you look starry eyed don’t let that flag confuse you with stripes
christian laettner i do nothing civil what i do with this right
put magic in the air like a beautiful night
but wait you black magic though right? like you running with haitians
b-tch your real names june what the f-ck was all the other governments taken
you were supposed to be a jun-ior but his mom didn’t know the who? what? or the date an
so his mother just named him after the month that she made him
you right i’m a school teacher i knew he’d make that sh-t clear
i never said i was a gangsta i never claimed to be a goon or did years
i seen him talking sh-t on twitter though but i started fuming with the fifth near
my teacher voice kicked in like, “i can’t wait for june get here!”
you said bar for bar no one can f-ck wit’chu, i’m going beyond that
alcoholic mind set i heard bar let me show you what’s on tap
you? something light buncha rapping about cripping and gunfire
you never had the heart for rolling rock (rolling rock) tried actin like flipping that bud wiser (budweiser)
you rep that blue ribbon behind the kid but if this clown wants beef
i’ll twist magic cap sh-t pouring out magic hat, yeah this rounds on me
i don’t mean that legendary philly crew but you shoulda stuck to your roots for now
been humble on your quest and f-cked with the proving grounds
you gotta shot and blew it now you think you can trash talk
cause you could dice raw you get the deal, i could give a f-ck what black thought
furthermore, i give a flying f-ck about the crew that you bang with cause
i’ll show up white boy wasted in the lou off the the bankers club
yeah you gangsta tough before you could shoot at me bang the snub
i’ma yank his cuffs and go for a scoop like an anchor does
greko roman i ain’t letting go his clique is wigging out
concerned for you he’s turning blue, guess he’s really cripping now
they taken wagers in your town they bet that you won’t win a round
even your b-tch put cheese on the cracker so i’m heading to the ritz to pound
this that white trash sh-t i spit like i chew skoal
teacher said don’t bring that old school sh-t to the new school
smack set him up i’ll crack him just like i shoot pool
and stomp in a divit in (dividend) his head as deep as a soup bowl
i don’t shot though i know the type that’ll outline black as if you bold
play that part you’ll end up in a cast for that new role
it’s like a bad movie, his bullet full’a holes
and this m-th-f-cker will be in the washington post covered with bullets like manute bol

[round 2: b magic]
you don’t want no parts of this n-gga trust me
f-ck officer hoit, i’m ’bout to do you ugly
out here in milwaukee playing miami, i mean i bucks heat
and give a white boy 21 if he jumps street
i’m happy you came confident you gonna need the heart
cause when these heaters spark, get the gauge jumping and breathing hard
cause i don’t leave home without it, it’s like a visa card
strapped with a lisa (at least a) maggie and let it speak to bart
you wanna battle claw your face with an allen key, blast the heat
feed your son a meal like he asked to eat
white boy that’s not a gang you in, that’s a faculty
new kicks, i’ll have’em running nose like allergies
a grind timer on smack you feel invincible
i will shadow kick jonny cage they told me finish you
i kick, you blow up, b m-th-f-cking magic you the f-ck you got in you
go to office kids (off his kids) like i sent ’em to the princ-p-l
so take a look in the mirror you just a parachute
you got that “howdy partna lets get a beer” look
i from the block, you stop, get popped and your gear took
put a teacher head in a box just like a yearbook
but homie listen yo this isn’t the andy griffith show
they wanna hear that missile blow pistol smoke, b-tch and hoes
i’m real to real (reel to reel), catch a clip in this b-tch and yo
a couple shots have real spinning like a fishing pole
who let the police in this b-tch, i’m p-ssed off
he b-tch y’all, everything he say should get paused
tell them people in your shirt they should get lost
before i put a clip across your chest like chris paul
get this honkey off stage before i smack a wigger
ya b-tterfly, watch your moth, this caterpillar (cat will peel ya)
all these guns made of plastic, they action figures
just copped one from cucamonga, it’s a cracker k!lla
am i the meanest, sh-t am i a beast?
i show guns lets see you catch a hollow with your t–th
see we can get them hands up, follow to the street
and you wood (would) get stumped (stomped) like the bottom of a tree
you could get your -ss capped i’m the published
all them other battles you won you was lucking up
this time you f-cking with a mother f-cker that’ll f-ck you up
and put your white skull on his shirt like the punisher
catch a jab and let me get that hook out
you like to study but as soon as you see them textbook (techs book) out
in the hood you probably be a look out for a look out
i’ll let that heat waive (heatwave) over your grill, like a cookout
you trying to portray the sh-t that we live by
i hope the audience realize that real lies
all that tough talk, real lies, so push out
that one hollow will leave dumb donald with a mushmouth
big extendo on that art, you do the math
take his gyms, bang drums that music cl-ss
that 38 special ed when i shoot his -ss
i’ma clock and get it like science that’s how you school his -ss
b motherf-cking magic

[round 2: real deal]
disrespectful up and comers, that kinda sh-ts the worst
yell anything from the sideline and try to get some burn
you had like three decent battles remy didn’t try and ripped this herb
young kannon pulled magic card like a science fiction nerd
you a punchline rapper its the same thing whenever he spit
2nd 4th and 8th bar be hot, 1st 3rd and 7th is sh-t
that’s why i don’t feel you, you punch crazy, check what the deal do
jfk, malcolm x style pen game, the setup will k!ll you
but he’s so gangster let him tell his cell in prison kept him in shackles
b-tch we can tell you soft from the television you reference in battles
this dude reference archie bunker, ellen, saved by the bell, the problem i have’s the cast
there’s like two black people in all them sh-ts combined and the broad is half and half
we supposed to believe you type lethal, you pack 9’s eagles and glocks
b-tch you on house arrest, on the couch in sweats watching tv too white for white people to watch
tell me he ain’t the type to think it’s hard to say some sh-t like
10 things i hate about you mean girls you clueless bout the notebook
roll up on his bride’s maid’s and twilight see if he swayze with that ghost look
he gonna get the crowd and amped like it’s over he’s dead!
real g’s don’t watch that sh-t that ain’t go over no bodies head
but he said bar for bar doe, so i cl1cked your sh-t and gave it some views
lotta pause worthy sh-t come out your mouth magic you got some ‘splaining to do
you said, correct me if i’m wrong, “i stay f-cking strapped like a stud sl-t”
that imagery’s so g-y whole punchlines f-cked up
you told scriptz who’s another man you was “f-cking him on cam like a s-x tape”
nah i get it cause like it was a b… nahonono no! that’s just g-y
you said, correct me if i’m wrong, “i’ll show you the strap like i got a -ss”
said it! once again, g-y as h-ll, being a crip from st. louis is not a p-ss
you said, “i got a safe box, i could deposit you in”
now i don’t know what the f-ck he thought
guess that’s why they call him magic, always shoving someone in his box
it ain’t a magic trick, magic trick’s begging for that magic stick
on his knees in front of flames like jimmi hendrix on an acid trip
magnum clips, b-tch you like them dudes that have that magnum fit
you took in some many pieces, -ssh0l- could probably p-ss a fist (pacifist), pause
cause i’m stunned someone as soft as you made it in the crips still
i heard them gangs is serious, they take hazing as a big deal
they tried to jump you in like a man and you came out with that windmill
so they s-xed him in like a b-tch, his initiation was a crip drill
and they did it at the holiday inn
homie you so fruity if you died police would seal the scene in bubble tape
your homie’s would be pouring hi-c out at your f-cking wake
you’re f-cking fake, you talk it but you sweeter then a funnel cake
the real magic’s beating aids right now, you died from a tummy-ache

[round 3: b magic]
who lied to you saying this was gonna be a sick ’bout
it’s b-tch in, you ,y job is bringing the b-tch out
i’m at your funeral blue d-ckies and chucks, cripped out
at your burial watch me lower deal like discounts
you got me p-ssed now, get whooped copper, the hook proper
hook drop ya you’ll see da feet (defeat) like a foot doctor
left right left right right jab b-tch i’ma good boxer
magic will put deal on a tee like footlocker
flow sick and my name flips, legendary
i’ll smack you for everyday in the month of february
me lose to this f-cking bum, neverary
you lost b-tch, i’ma f-cking boss, like a secretary
i told your mom let’s make a deal and you got made
good teacher but “on cam’ i pop k’s”
you don’t know the actually meaning of being block raised
i’ll give you the business deal, that’s a stock trade
i’ll walk up on him like what’chu wan’ n-gga
f-cking fruit loop, get you threw in a yukon n-gga
when that 4 bust you fold up like a futon n-gga
i’ll put deal in the newspaper, that’s a coupon n-gga
it’s just not a good move coming after magic
body bag, smack i ain’t tryna have a cl-ssic
f-ck a gun line you actually gonna have to pack it
think i pledge alpha si when i cappa (cap a) jacket
first you see the gunpoint, then you hear the sh-ll
i heard you was teacher, a coach and a queer as well
grab the ball bat and cream your face like clearasil
i’m tryna knock 50% off, like a clearance sell
see you a fun boy with feminine ways
a hundred bucks say hundred bucks of benjamin face
it’ll take yer face off, run up , buck i send’em and break
fear to your ribs, now that’s how you nicholas cage
p-ssy gimme yo wallet and be still
i’ll dunk til i break the pump like cheap heels
bet something, i’ll double it g, like meek mills
cypress hill, my n-ggas sen dog, muggs, but b-real
so you a teacher huh, educated vet
i’m flipping out and i ain’t took my medication yet
catch you with your soul mate put the metal to ya neck
then i get s to mate (estimate) like an educated guess
i see you faker then something you call fear
i will stab you in them satellite dishes you call ears
i will walk up to your face like f-ck you we all here
check the squad i got a team of shooter like paul pierce
i up the glock for the money, that’s a gundraiser
you ain’t close to being close to a gun blazer
you n-ggas hesitate to shoot, pump fakers
i zoom zoom and boom boom, with the rump shakers
i said once, these m-th-f-ckers scared
i’m from the m-th-f-ckin lou’ that’s how a m-th-f-cka play it
beat me can you believe what the m-th-f-cker said
he must have slipped, fell and bumped your m-th-f-cking head
b motherf-cking magic

[round 3: real deal]
i really don’t give a d-mn what this m-th-f-cker said, you said you a boss like a secretary
you musta slipped bumped and hit your m-th-f-ckin head
stop it with the white boy sh-t cause i’m a grown -ss man son
i fathered so many of you d-mn bums i could have a grown -ss grandson
i don’t tote that handgun but if i did it’d be clutched tight
i’d show you the b-tt like, [ow! and pistol whip a broad like you pun’s wife
gash open up above his eye so it’s just right when it leak down, this crip’s gonna be seeing his blood type
you a punchline rapper but some of your sh-t is even tough
you said, “that chop[a’ll knock him down for that extra sh-t
and a shotty’ll knock him up like a pregnant b-tch”
speaking of…
i am a fan, but i’m at your little sisters shower for the baby she’s carrying
with a size 4 shoe box so you able to bury him
no anesthetics just a rusty blade for cesarean
pull him out and take his wig off like a native american
translation: “he get scalped like rams tickets ”
blood everywhere, there’s a pool, you can stand in it
they said he’s sick as h-ll to me that’s sickle-cell, i just can’t get it
they gave you white bread, now you’re getting ham with it
i’m gonna let him go head and sleep on me cause i don’t got that street status like you
lets compare what a gang banger and a p-ssed off cracker would do
blue bandannas do a drive bys over beef they had with a crew
you k!ll them they k!ll you, you lucky if it catch the tribune
blue collar white dudes work that desk job, they seem so pleasant and rational too
then one day you f-cking snap cause your boss keeps h-ssling you
you walk in with a trench coat fully automatics and boom!
you shoot up the whole f-cking building up, it’s national news!
so, i would think about that sh-t before you push on me
i don’t know what kinda magic dust you hooked on b
slump him with that over hand his whole hood gon’ see
even murphy lee’s gon’ say, “that’s what the hook gon be?!”
watching you is like a republican debate, a lot of boring bullsh-t, you gotta get amped fam’
you a crip and a bloodsport so i gotta be van dame
if you got a sign up it’s probably at bandcamp
your city’s on your back? b-tch, it’s probably a tramp stamp
what’s all this stupid sh-t i hear about on talks of a turf war?
if st. louis was a video game you wouldn’t be the boss on this first board
that’s why every battle he goes to he got the gatorade with him
st louis y’all know the rosters full why you keep telling little homie play your position?
i mean you rep that final four y’all ain’t gonna make it to the big dance
ill bring the ball in court will will play the hitman
verb and remy run the guards push the play to hitman
as comes off the bench fam you ain’t even the sixth man
but what do i know.. listen… i .. i.. listen doe…
listen doe.. i don’t know… i don’t know
i don’t know about the streets, i just.. i don’t know.. .but… i don’t know..
i don’t know about the streets but please tell me if i’m right then
when you lose all respect in your hood, is like the day when a gangster’s life ends
ok so, what happens when the black dude goes up against the white dude and the white wins
aight then
but yo homies… they k!lled my bar… but yo homies be calling me light-skinned!

- urltv

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