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letra de stuey newton vs. profecy - urltv

round 1

[profecy]
they got little homie against big prof
and i brought the homies, so everybody in the 7 masked up like slipknot
with that heavy metal, i’m talking big chops
trust me, not even k-shine want to see that b-tch c-ck
against logic, you was acting brolic
hoping in this match, i hope you’re acting different
or i’m lifting the mac and i’ma blast with it
my last two girls was dark skinned beauties, but their -ss vicious
you don’t get it? that only means i’m used to macking black b-tches
i ain’t get into this battle rap shit for -sskissing
i’m savage, i’ll whoop my homie’s -ss if he’s adlibbing
like, you know what happened to my last victim?
you say my rhyme with me one f-cking time and you gon’ hop in that bag with him
notice how i got my back to stuey
‘cause i don’t feeling threatened today
he ain’t from seattle letting it spray
you 20 miles out, you live in federal way
but you’re trying to get petty today? well ain’t that wild?
i’m ginger, i ain’t got a soul to send, save that file
i’ll go michael from the wire ‘cause the mac wild
even if he only getting shipped, he gon’ die in the snack aisle
i advise you to act wiser
or i’ll come through in the whip with dark tent, not tint
i said tent, so we’ll give your whole camp fire
i’m a livewire, jump and get wet, why try?
you will get tore up like a high diver
and the rest will get tombstones, piledriver
but you’re still standing in front of me like you like the torture? so i’ma torch ya
if you see the white boy pull up with the trey? it ain’t kyle korver
see we both got sports references, but mine’s iller, all you write’s filler
it’s 4th quarter and i ain’t came here to play like mike miller
see i’m the wrong one to go messing with
see i hear you got a girl, i’ma find her and wet that b-tch
ain’t nothing you can do about it, stuey, but accept the shit
i’ll go to seattle then blaze her, i’m detlef schrempf
you’re in the presence of a god, you should feel so blessed
they say i rap too slow, but that’s because i want you to die a slow death
it’s 7

[stuey newton]
you said you’re mike miller and kyle korver? well thank kg that you got the look
see i mean r.i.p. sandra bland, but dammit man, you was dead before the shot was took
but listen, the moment you joined with kg was the same moment you got your corpse sorted
‘cause i’m a seahawk, think about it, that mean i’m known for getting off on the 4th quarter
i don’t want to hear about how you held weapons and them shells wrecking
‘cause you’re from [?] too, right, spell it out p, you an l 7
matter of fact, go ahead, talk about how many cats slayed when your mac’s raised
‘cause even if profecy come true, he’s in his last days
so for all my religious folks in the building, let’s not forget
every prophecy led up to the apocalypse, i’ma rock your shit
no way around it and no loopholes
you might k!ll a chi dog, but what about cool joe
my name, forever written in concrete like your tombstone
headshot, roof gone, but his body is like a broken relationship, trying to move on
the shots i’m sending, up close and personal, from me to you
you’re a old house when the heater shoot, rain at your bucket and leak your roof
these pussies die when they f-ck with me
y’all can’t see it? cool
bang! i put a o in prof, now he the proof
tec round, bullet hit your man and throw his flesh at you
you’ll try to run from the dna, see y’all don’t know if i’m talking about the maury show or the chess battle
that’s bars, every verse, fire and brimstone
the shit you spit, lighter than your skin tone
i’ll treat your face like something to put my fist on and get rone
asian kid on the milk carton, that’s means his chin gone
see i’m f-cking you white boys up, it’s off with your kufi
i got black ops too if it calls for the duty
but your name, josh mccormick, you soft and you coochie
this act, all from a movie
‘cause one eyed willy was the only time we’ve seen josh brawling with goonies
‘cause y’all asked for this, bars hazardous, raw laxative
danny got you g-ssed, you all flatulence
you said you’ll outpunch me? how are we supposed to believe that backwardness
when he claiming he a bar god when knowing d-mn well that’s blasphemous?
he know i’ma k!ll you, he preposterous for that
coming from a fake god, what kind of prophecy is that?
face shot, take his soul, rewind time, and bring it back
he’ll watch himself die, let him see the prophecy in that
i’m back, f-ck you and that wack plague
all y’all niggas, all pussy, a-town, i’ll backpage
i’ll smack flame out your mouth, draw heat, adrenaline rush, max payne
the gun that i’m popping got a stuttering problem trying to say smack name
but nah, that’s a green bar, but i’ll do you greasy if i nail ya
skully over my face, you won’t know if it’s mike vick or beanie if i nail ya
all black with suppressors on, you won’t hear or see me if i nail ya
run inside your home, pop the chrome, his mon will tone like beasley on the trailer
time nigga

round 2

[profecy]
money is a body, two things that i like to earn
you’ve been practicing with your left but it’s sloppy, so when i teach you how to punch properly, ‘cause you got a right to learn
i don’t give a f-ck if you think i’m fake because i’m white, that’s none of my concern
the tides have turned, you’re getting high from the sig like you’re high on sherm
it don’t mean that i’m a nice person just because that i’m nice with words
‘cause i’ve done some shit in my life that could’ve got me life, now i ujust put my life in words
so i’ma talk that street shit and make you bite the curb
he get mad at it, take a stab at him, i hope it strikes a nerve
what you think, ‘cause the car broke down, i was stuck
like i don’t show up on silk road and light the shit up
it’s 4th quarter, motherf-cker, you ain’t liver than us
drive-bys and buck 50’s, i’m used to riding to bust
i’ll rather die before i start moving like a chump
you ain’t gon’ break shit, golden gate bridge, you will suicide from the jump
if you survive, it was luck, we can shoot the five or i’ll buck
the ratchet got no kickback like she ain’t trying to f-ck
i got twin baby eagles i call phil and lil, and they both got a body
but if i’m in a pickle, i’ma go for that tommy
sike, i’m more of the shotty type
double barrel step pop, it’s pop him twice
you don’t think that i got all them guns that i rap about? you probably right
but if i ain’t strapped, everybody in my camp is and we don’t live that college life
see, back in the day, you would get them hands
only time i’ll reach is when a punch from a distance lands
but i got lazy and switched the plans, got nice with the rifle so
i ain’t gonna fight you, i’m the bigger man
you’re in the presence of a god, and you should feel so blessed
they say i rap too slow, but that’s because i want you to die a slow death
it’s 7

[stuey newton]
your life ran out, these punches can knock your hype man out
y’all see me practice with my left, now let me show him what the right hand about
i’ve been roaming by your house, foaming out the mouth
40 in the pouch, full clip with lead, kick the door up in your house
go up to your spouse, make her hit the bed, and whip the pipe out like i’m finna get some head
let five spray, catch you in the driveway
before you panic, i’m going to do damage, them blows is landing
slide him under the car like an old mechanic
this four i’m gripping, hold extensions, leave a hole up in him
i can fit his whole existence with that hole existing
he can be by his lonesome with it or with his man, they both can get it
revolver with shotgun shells, they gon’ see this just together like codefendants
but f-ck a gun, hand-to-hand, i’m way past your weight cl-ss
leave his face bashed with more colors than stain gl-ss
i drop bombs, call 911, ‘cause my fist and his face will be a plain crash
my nigga p-ss me the gun, i’ll reach down and give him that head shot, look like i’m doing the dame dash
but your lame -ss be crying online for pic-ssos
spitting rhymes like a capo, but remind me of lotso
i’ll fire the roscoe, in the sky where your top go
then let another fly, see you on the other side like gic-sso
i’m drago
you want to know why this clearly wasn’t a good look
since we’re talking about a prophecy, let’s go into the good book
y’all know how god had the earth and heavens made in 7 days
but ain’t it ironic that the apocalypse got to see seven plagues
let’s explain before we start the beef
the first plague is for any nigga that think this mark a beast
the second plague, left bodies in the sea full of dead fish
but we missed the third plague, we’re godsend, so we protect it
four, heat beaming filling the cloud with holes
with the fifth plague, comes darkness that surround your soul
six, got the earth drying up, now everybody against the odds
now here, we have the 7 plague, so i got to end the rebellion against the god
this is revelations, let the weapon blaze you from several angles
his whole team soul rise up, i’ll heaven’s gate you
this john will get 15 ate, but i just exchanged seven plagues for seven’s angels
next time you pick up the bible and see that prophecy, you gon’ tell me thank you
you’re welcome, nigga

round 3

[profecy]
i’ve been rapping over half my life, and i’m white, so i’m used to threats
but if you choose to flex, i don’t give a f-ck if you use a vest
you remember that scene when they was hooping in that movie fresh
before i lose respect, i’ll shoot that little b-tch through the neck
after he dies, i’m heading for steams, steams, you are next
and since i mentioned fresh, i’ll pop your younging and teach you through chess
if he come and this b-tch tripping like a newlywed
i’ll f-ck money up then burn him, that’s the new connects
see everything stuey says, he be trying to sound so tough
so i’ll give black rights, then the pound go up
when it comes to that writing shit, everything out my mouth a cold punch
macgyver shit, all i need is a pen and a pad to make the crowd blow up
see the homie meek gon’ let the milli loose if i tell him that i don’t feel these dudes
and i play the alarm clock, ‘cause if you press my b-ttons, then you gon’ really snooze
i heard you was gd, that’s really true?
throw up your forks, let them show
and then if things go left, you’re getting dropped with a straight right, i put a fork in the road
that’s the clique that you gon’ ride for? ask yourself
that’s some shit you want to die for?
the first person to drop a dime’s the one you’re willing to do life for
why would you want to give your momma that pain?
why would you want to make your seed cry for?
you better get up out that game if you want to see your wife more
‘cause i like war, and i know you gd, but i hope you take my advice, lord
i’m from deuce 9, my homies on tre 6 be running shit
i got k!llers on 4th ave that will bust your shit
see i even got ese homies in the [?], and i love that shit
so when you find me in hollywood, it ain’t sunset strip
you’re in the presence of a god, and you should feel so blessed
they say i rap too slow, but that’s because i want you to die a slow death
it’s 7

[stuey newton]
my last battle, i got a lot of shit for the words that i used to call white people
hey, but my daughter’s half white, so clearly i wasn’t talking about all white people
just y’all white people who got shit confused
they switched the rules and fixed the rules, whitewashing the images of anybody that’s biblical
using the media to show all niggas being a lost nigga is typical
they teach us white history and white pride, so we had no sense of self by middle school
training us to go from the suspension rooms to them prison suits
you don’t get it, fool? they portray us as the unforgiving and unforgivable
and you look even dumber trying to convince us this system you fell victim to
you must be wile e. coyote, f-cked around and fell for a trap that wasn’t meant for you
spitting all that false rap, how you’ gon’ let that 80 hurl
and if you see my toddler, call it a swaddler, ‘cause it’s a wrap for my baby girl
see, all you’re gon’ do is spit everything that’s wrong with this crazy world
but i’m bruce willis in armageddon, when i leave earth, i could save the world
you just aim and stir, you cotton soft, knock it off
y’all so worried about a pocket check, i brought some shit that will knock your pockets off
it can go there, anytime, anyplace, i don’t care
think math hoffa and jadakiss, you’ll get the fade out of nowhere
when i throw the fist, i’m wesley snipes with a soldier’s wit
a fight with stuey is like yg’s movie, it will be over quick
i ain’t gon’ run away, but i’m money may how i show defense
caught this monster right, lufthansa heist, leave him frozen stiff
but when that overhand left follow, grand theft auto, you’re getting stole and whipped
‘cause you ain’t no k!ller, you used to be writing smack rounds
you might have good hands, but you can’t smack rounds
you can be kimbo with kempo, dip low when i tiptoe
arm on each hip, akimbo
long pipes, get this pussy’s walls wetter than nympho
then dig a ditch for his b-tch in the sea, apocalypto
smack, let the clique know
stop booking these slave masters with the field niggas
even after earth, i’m the fresh prince, i do this at will nigga
give a f-ck about no bodybags, no cl-ssics, i’m a real nigga
f-ck a top tier, f-ck a mid tier, f-ck a low tier, i just k!ll niggas

- urltv

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