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letra de tech 9 vs. jimz - urltv

[round 1: jimz]
now i’m known for callin’ people dirty, but y’all really wanna know what’s dirty?
when mr. stop being dirty…keeps gettin’ done dirty
you motherf-ckers
y’all waited for some sucker sh-t to happen to book me?
that’s how i know this sh-t ain’t about rap
and this is a fact
the irony, i had to get punched just so i could get on smack
i guess on the road to be great you hit some bumps and this sh-t’s so sad
blac chyna released a s-x tape, i never would’ve thought the top would be this bad
but lispin’ lenny, tonight i’ma show them the difference between a joke and havin’ comedy
see you always had hate for jimz, self consciously
throwin’ dirty on my name constantly
but honestly, what kinda f-ggot talks sh-t about you the day after issuing an apology?
you really think i ain’t ’bout that life tech? until i have you runnin’ up the block from me
red beam on his leg, got him lookin’ like he’s on house arrest, the walk too far away from the property
i heard all the tough talk you’ve been poppin’ you b-tch
don’t make me jimz, collector, serius jones, hoffa ya sh-t
it’ll be a disaster (dizaster), once you get a dose of how tonight, i’m pushin’ all the limits
y’all gon’ know i’m vicious
yeah the microwave’s gonna stop, right after i throw it in the bathtub while ya daughter’s in it
you and ya mans, look like y’all sell incense, oils, dvd witcha friends
you’re a 40 year old wrestling fanatic tech, give it a rest
but you know what hakeem? here’s somethin’ you’ll get
it wouldn’t matter if you got on a bulletproof when i start airin’ ya tech
it’s stone cold in the ring, you’ll catch the cans even if you wearin’ a vest
but it ain’t just me, my whole family’s a cold set
that’s why i had to call my pops to the battle, he got a legal beretta m9, he’s an old vet’
my sister get type mad and send you some cold texts
my brother? oh, he got a shotty and it’ll expose ya whole chest
we all buckin’ slugs, but i’d rather use my mother’s snub cause everyone was taught that mama knows (nose) best
you can say what you want about jimz, but you don’t know jimmy
any one of my friends ever had a problem they could go get me
but now everyday, everybody movin’ so shifty
so i gotta move so swiftly
hold on, my back is turned, my hands is down, don’t hit me
see some days, you gotta go through the hard times in life cause we all sinners
i lost some battles but i was ready to go to war quicker
even tonight, i grab the gat so fast, i forgot to put the clip in
now i’m more sicker
but it don’t matter, i just creep up low key and pistol whip him ’til i break the hammer like thor’s sister
i’m here to end ya, you ain’t my mans bro, you just a b-tch i’m here to put my stamp on
smack tryin’ to avenge ya (avenger) but i’m thanos
as soon as i start to snap, you and ya mans gone
you can’t get me mad, or make jimmy drop tiers (tears), you ain’t cam’ron
right now, these b-tches got me in every bag; emergency tampons
i didn’t wanna battle tech 9, cause he called beasley askin’ for this
i said, “i’ll do it.” as long as i can control myself from not slappin’ you b-tch
you’re a washed up battle rapper turned -n-lyst
tryin’ to make his way back on the list
but no jokin’, every time i watch champion i think you should stop smokin’, the way you stay with all that blac (black) on ya lips
f-ggot, i don’t wanna hear nothin’ about fightin’, sucker punches or how i got dropped
cause last night i pulled out the gloves and told you to fight me and ya b-tch -ss was scared to box
sucka

[round 1: tech 9]
can y’all hear me? well aight then
you good? well aight then
s.p.i. two t.a.g.e
y’all motherf-ckers get it right, wayne a.v.e
champion!
the government has failed you
see that’s a part of what’s wrong with you
all of you
you do too much singin’ and now enough swingin’, a clock’s ringin’
you, you, you, now bring it in
they don’t hate you cause you’re christian, they hate you cause you’re black
they don’t hate me cause i’m muslim, they hate me cause i’m black
they don’t hate you cause you rap, they hate you cause you black
they don’t it when you lie, they hate it when you tell facts
what you want, the ballot or the bullet?
get a bullet when i baow it
two clips (clipse), one in the pusha, one is the malice
i text the squad, “meet me outside”, we outsiders
soon as you step outside, we outline ya
you need self help, a do it yourself, a diy, you’ll die tryin’ to do it yourself, you need help
mind strugglin’, everybody wanna be a gangsta, my mind’s sufferin’
multi-task, i just left earth and i’m still here, i’m time jugglin’
catch 18 from the seven, that a 1-8-7
i brought one .8 and a seven, get seven from the .8
the white girl love n-gga d-ck, but her rich daddy told her it was rape
now she in court with the fake, send a n-gga upstate
don’t get doped up and get to tweeting, now we speakin’
calm down, everybody get a round (around) this an na meeting
i wanna help you out but i don’t wanna have to break this clip into pieces
grandma screamin’ “aah. fix it jesus.”
salute to the prophet, but we all know that was mohammad
don’t get ya number called for no reason, i’m pocket dialin’
you throwin’ tantrums on stage, that’s childish
everybody can’t be like mike unless you calvin
n-ggas will stab you in the back just to get to the chair
once they get to your chair they put a dent in ya chair
at the table feastin’, that’s when those pistols appear
everybody wanna be vin diesel until they wife get k!lled, now they livin’ single, i’m mark sinclair
vin diesel? mark sinclair? living single? sinclair?
do i gotta make it clear? r.i.p. craig mack, pick a flava i put these bullets in ya ear
say some sl!ck sh-t out ya mouth and get hit by surprise
with a two piece, now you walkin’ with the raccoon eyes
six shooter, i only gotta let two fly
or i can let the remy cry, they thought papoose died
gun in ya face p-ssy, what next?
i might look like a pastor but i got the ladder hangin’ from the beak like a duck neck
all these fabricated bars you spittin’ got me upset
i run to the scene, you run from the scene, lookin’ suspect
if i hit you wit’ an uppercut, ya face gon’ be upset
i mean literally, he paralyzed, his face got an up set
how dare you try to play me, like i won’t give you 80
bars, crack was poppin’ so those jails was crowded in the 80’s
this sugarhill (sugar hill) gang, get firm with every letter from a-z
they pr-nounced him dead and put the tag on the sneaker like rum nitty when he battled jc
i’m out in dr grabbin’ p-ssy, f-ck the donald
then fly to europe i’m in a hotel near castellano
with two shotguns in the hand, i’m el blanco
sawed off the shotgun look like i cut the nose off gonzo
obc, guess what i’ma say next
mourning; alonzo
no! hit him with that shotgun now his body twisted he alphonso
stop the stares, aak, you scared
two guns, one shootin’, the other ad-libbing like jay-z in ’97 when the roc was there
it’s only 16, sh-lls make ya face burst
strapped in, the clip hold an angry 13 like a 9th grader that hate church
either you gon’ get this first take or get the take first
the handle wood but the barrel plastic, cool
i learned how to play ball on a crate first
f-cker!

[round 2: jimz]
blac that was doo doo. raccoon eyes, the f-ck outta here

every battle, in ya intro, you be shoutin’ out “wayne a.v.e.”
dunn’s funny, my philly homie said it’s been years since you actually touched that curb fam’
you ain’t been there since you was young, money
the way you turned your back on wayne, you such a bird, man (birdman)
it make me wanna call my richmond homies to come and flame this lame
cause i got shooters from jackson ward to chamber lane
and i’m from queens and i don’t bang
but i grew up on a blue block, hi-c’s like a juice box
but growin’ up my best friends was bloods
so i can’t really tell you what a grape will do
but try punkin’ jimz, it’s honey we shrunk the kids, i have the big b’s (bees) chasin’ you
the only time i wear a suit, is we gettin’ dressed for court
i been hustlin’, got a long connection to the plug like an extension cord
you a family man hakeem, but keep talkin’ out ya neck some more
y’all gon’ have to dial up an ambulance at a high speed to come give tech support
i was on the computer when i seen ya b-tch, that’s where i met the wh0r-
we get along cause i like getting head and she likes suckin’ large meat
she’s a raw freak, her head bangin’ ’til the jaw weak
the way the top left me hangin’, had me feelin’ like r streetz
i ain’t got sh-t to say
except that i battled dna, jones, math and i won the money when i bet verb
it’s been awhile since you battled miles, since then you puttin’ in less work
i been a vets turf, with a silencer on a gun, cause it give me less nerve
it go th-th-th-th it sound like him when he tryin’ to say an “s” word
you old suckerin’ suckatash -ss muhf-cka
i hate you and ya dirty -ss lisp
on champion with these tight -ss suits lookin’ like steven a spit
you need a f-ckin’ bib, you be up here droolin’ galore
after this, y’all gon’ need a couple mops and a few of my cousins to clean up the floor
but you said you wanted to bet on this battle, well i’m willin’ to bet, of course
i bet you $1,000 right now, you can’t say, “she sells sea sh-lls by the sea sh0r-
f-ck a joke, cause this could go left soon as it look right
i always been the crook type and we keep shotguns d-mn near suge’s height
it got a hit like harlem white’s durin’ the goodz fight
i tell him, “stop being dirty” cause most of y’all dusty
i fill up (philip) banks with all street money
fresh prints (prince) on the guns for the rappers bein’ funny
but the pop will leave you broken in the room like, “why he don’t want me?”
i walk up like “órale papi”
i bet you believe i’m puerto rican after ya face get cut
and by the way, bein’ a bias -n-lyst makes you lame as f-ck
we all know you ain’t been sh-t since back when dna tamed this pup
but like bein’ on the phone in a new relationship, you just don’t know when to hang it up
“no you hang up”
“no you hang up”
“no you-”
i heard qleen paper’s in the buildin’
well listen ezel
you only known for the c0ke and the chokin’ like spreewell
i bet you can get high from just chewin’ on ya fingernails
you got that junkie face, crack head strength, but still seem frail
so i ain’t gotta lift beams, i’ma just whip qleen (clean) like i just got it detailed

[round 2: tech 9]
you know when i realized you was a fake n-gga?
when you did that response blog for goodz
got all hulkamania, turned animal
you remember?
“so what i’m supposed to lay you down?! my kids gotta lose me?!”
then two seconds later you asked the fans to subscribe to ya channel
n-gga you got punched in the face, cracked ya head on the cement and ya almost died
and the only words you could come up with is…”subscribe”?

{tech 9 brings out a drawing of jimz and jai rich block}

jai rich block told you you can’t eat, sleep or sh-t
well sh-t
you let another man tell you, you can’t sh-t?
even daylyt got up on this stage and we all know what he tried to do
sh-t
how fitting, cause when it came to jai rich block/goodz, you ain’t do sh-t

{tech 9 brings out a drawing of jimz getting punched}

when goodz punched you in the face, i felt bad for you
i said, “i hope goodz get what he deserves. i hope they start stompin’ dude.”
then you did one of these, ya nose was bl–dy, you looked mad uncomfortable
i said, “snap out of it jimz! you gonna let these n-gga keep punkin’ you?”
then i lost all hope once i seen that punch you threw
my buddy from [?] is like “dude! the f-ck is he doin’? he gonna get ruined!”
and i saw harlem white kick, aah he was doin’ the same sh-t you was doin’
he kickin’ beach b-lls you throwin’ soft b-lls, ya all lost
dumb & dumber, well i’m here to get rid of these rats, bring in the moth b-lls
it’s only so long fake thugs can pretend
shout out to my new york n-ggas with timbs
jai rich block, goodz, i pay attention to everything y’all say, cause y’all keep droppin’ gems (jimz)
it’s a difference between jim and i, you two faced like a gemini
i got two twin arms stuck together, i’m a gemini
let it fly, name the stick with the dot like the letter “i”
the [?] come and wave in one, now it’s the letter “y”
hand raised, known for the reach, don’t get ya man sprayed
aim off the charts, i can knock the foot off an ant’s leg
suge a cop, what’s that? i keep a 12 shotgun in my pants leg
cardiac arrest they find jimz on the ground shakin’ his chest like he dance g-y
you wanna talk about my speech impediment, cool
how you a bully but not a fighter
i don’t like bullies, i hit ’em with good nighters
i’m not performin’ well at the job, i got the right (write) up
lispin’ lenny, the silencer sound like me sayin’ the word “spider”
get popped in the mantle, his brain will bare skin like he rockin’ some sandals
now he got to fair (affair) with the nurse and the doc like a hospital scandal
if he make it out alive, another plot to get handled
geechi gotti i need a favor, i call crip and have him put the flag on jimz like they don’t rock wit’ his channel
these f-ckers is breakin’ the code, who the f-ck is coachin’ these hoes?
you only speak when you spoken to, well these b-tches is breakin’ the code
well i guess i gotta choke a n-gga, twist his arms, break up his nose
stomp his -ss with dress shoes [?]
well we in good luck cause tonight i got on my kenneth da coles
gun named “kenneth” he cold, i got a code for kenneth
the shot perfect, and the kickback is oh terrific
you gonna catch this drill sergeant, that means ya soldier missin’
come through with one bald head like twork with the hoodie down, jimz you p-ssy and you know who did it

[round 3: jimz]
this battle wasn’t set up for me to win
if you don’t believe that then you know less facts
cause how the f-ck is the theme for this event called survivor series and they already got tech booked for his next match
and by the way, it’s dead trash
tech 9 versus geechi gotti…pee pee potty
they only f-ck witchu cause you’re jayblac’s uber driver
if you think any different than you a liar
y’all give him jimz then geechi? you must want dude to retire
cause (cuz) we all know you below sea (c) level like a scuba diver
but shout out loso, aye ward and th3 saga
those are my guys and i don’t want no prob’
but right now, on this stage, in front of this fraud, oh we gotta play a game we like to cal ‘swear to god’
swear to god, the night that you battled head ice, the homie popped sh-t
then they had you and ya man lookin’ like some b-tches
smack this is something even you witnessed
swear to god after the event the homies didn’t run y’all up the block with the quickness
everyone seen it tech
but you wanna talk about my business? but when it comes to beef you don’t want it
only time i ran the block is when i had work on it
i’ll take you outta ya sp-ce if you don’t calm it (comet)
beam on the machine, i used the laser so much i had to change the bulb on it
those is bars raccoon motherf-cka
swear to god you haven’t been shot before, back in the day clown
i know this is true, cause i heard the philly interview and it was said right out this lame’s mouth
but did you get the strap, load up and let it bang out?
nah, nah, all you did was nothin’ and feel the pain from the bullet every time it rain out
so go ahead and talk about the suckers that set me up is probably still out there grinnin’
but does it compare to how the motherf-cka who put a bullet in him is still out there livin’?
see y’all like to talk about circ-mstances, but never been in it
i could’ve took that goodz situation and make it hideous
but when he called and said, “i’m sorry. i don’t wanna fight. let’s not continue this.”
sometimes as a man, you realize it’s better to end the war instead of finish it
see i ain’t a blood or a crip, i never had to bang wit’ a set
and i never left my homies behind, i was the one who got left
i’ve shot, been shot at, but i don’t want no respect cause i’ve aired mine tech
i’ve more proud to say i’ve been jumped, sucker punched, but p-ssy i ain’t lose a fair one yet
you can’t win talkin’ ’bout sucker punches and make up ethnicities
you have to let your pen speak
and by the way, you owe everything jay p-ssy, you memph’ bleek
i’ll rock a fella (rocafella), ’til his head begin to leak
i’m still hustlin’ that white boy, i get it in the streets
they didn’t (diddy) know if you want all this snow you gotta get him to the greek
yeah, that’s somethin’ that i laugh at
cause i ain’t even half that
just cause you got white skin, it doesn’t make you white
that thought process is sickening
i got friends that are black as sh-t, but them motherf-ckers is dominican
but f-ck all that, y’all remember when he said “i’m old school. i’ll put peanut b-tter on a mouse trap”?
(that’s fire!)
it was, but not in my house scr-p
cause growin’ up wastin’ food in my crib will get ya mouth slapped
see i grew up on food stamps and welfare, the type of sh-t that made me feel less cool
whatchu know about watchin’ ya mother cry over the things she couldn’t get you
but those hard times in life is what give ya chest fuel
i never had payperview, my mother was against cable like deadpool
i only took this battle, cause we tired of seein’ this bum frontin’
y’all only like him now-a-days cause he follow jayblac around; c-m guzzlin’
but it’s been almost 10 years in battle rap since you done somethin’
champion? you the only champion i know

{scuffle breaks out}

champion? he the only champion i know that never won nothin’
you wouldn’t face these kind of bars with 10 years in prison
and battle rap is not a friends, this a compet-tion
and i don’t care what y’all rep, you just another victim
and technisha’s dirty so that’s how i did him

[round 3: tech 9]
it was all love, peace and soul
til this piece took love soul
soul train…love, aah peace and soul
don’t try to stop me, i ain’t the trained dog you wanna stick ya hand in
don’t lose ya hand friend
go from lendin’ a hand ’til ya hand losin’ a limb
that’s usually what happens when you go out on a limb
did y’all comprehend? i cut his hand off he bled to death, he went out on a limb
don’t turn this family feud into a dark night (knight) and get harvey dent
cause don’t n0body win when the family feud, well…try explainin’ that to a jew
cause money’s the only thing that makes the family move
at 18 i gave my mother a hug and before i could let go she told me the rent was due
you 29 livin’ rent free, all ya mother is doin’ is cripplin’ you
look at you, with ya high price clothes and ya gucci sneaks up on ya mom’s couch in her living room
ya girlfriend come over for movie night, well, y’all can’t laugh too loud cause mama told you about those giggle moves
ya step pop walk past you angry lookin’ at you
“despicable”
ya big sis’ moved out five years ago and you still inquiring about the bigger room

[jimz]
i live alone!

[tech 9]
pitiful, only time jimz got his own spot, when these leagues book a room
then he turn on the camera like, “yanamsayin’, that’s how we livin’ dude.”
you a fraud, a con artist, and you be tellin’
i set the trap, i knew you was a convict once you fell in (felon)
pick a ring card, smack got these white b-tches on stage dancin’ like they ellen
two .8’s come from the corner pocket, wave it at ya melon
don’t get lost in new york, i’m home alone dancin’ wit’ the arms like i’m kevin
cougar!
nah f-ck that, i can have his mom cryin’ at his funeral beatin’ on his box, i doug e. fresh him
dude you stupid, i’m champion, plus the recap is ruthless
tell ya ex girlfriend i k!ll her ex-men (x-men) in front of storm, professor, choose a mutant
i brought a .45, an ar with somethin’ packed in the nose it’s mucus
i’m the wrong profile you wanna pick, that’ll make me circle with the mask like kenny lewis
while i, troll my account, and it’s ah di eyes, that mean it’s too boom for ya pupils that’s how you traumatize (trauma eyes)
you scream drama until a n-gga bring drama, now he don’t want no drama ties (dramatize)
walkin’ down ya strip, fedora on, they can’ t tell if it’s the undertaker or vada fly
y’all think kenny is vada? not today
cause when i said i circle with the mask i meant jagged j
pull a rusty blade out, put a jag in j
then i’ll put the cats on his jag’, do him the jaguar way
what is you? what is you? mexican? puerto rican? you tekashi with this rhyme sh-t?
well i turn that 69 backwards and do you like 2pac in ‘9-6
jimz ready for the url, that’s nonsense
slow it down, ya whole battle career is a meme, give him the con’ pick
catch a mug shot for real, give him a con’ pick
wild out and get a slice from the cannon, that’s a con’ trip
what happened captain, you in america, catch a red skull
iron man (ironman), i’m low key (loki), i get you picked off
you in my vision, i got the hulk, then you doom’ed doc
tell ya uncle “k!ll all that ruckus” before i turn the avengers into the boondocks
i’m a star lord, doctor gonna be lookin’ at this uno strange when i draw four
war with the machine, hammer in hand like the boy thor
i could do this for infinity jimz (gems), what’s on ya mind jim?
the reality is, you runnin’ outta time jim (gem)
you gonna catch all this power, you don’t give me sp-ce jim (gem)
lift his soul, thanos, you catchin’ six jim (gem)
i’m a champion, he’s not a contender
y’all gotta remember
if i get him hit, half of his crew die with the snap of a finger
you got hit twice and did nothin’, you not an avenger
in case y’all forgot, n-ggas know i don’t lollygag
well f-ck it, let’s get straight to the motherf-ckin’ body bag
goodz
(body bag!)
jai rich block
(body bag!)
that n-gga that knocked you the f-ck out, put ya body bag
(in a body bag!)
dna took my slogan and i want it back
d.e. catch a bullet like a t.e. you try to run it back
get jimz the f-ck outta here
no! get harlem white the f-ck outta here
get ya pop, cause he ain’t teach you how to fight the f-ck outta here
get ya stop being dirty, but you been dirty all ya life the f-ck outta here
get those hats, get those t-shirts, get ya merchandise the f-ck outta here
get those two face, stabbing rbe or url likes the f-ck outta here
if you say somethin’ about my daughter, you’ll have another good night the f-ck outta here
get ya, “i’m puerto rican, i’m not white” the f-ck outta here
aye b. dot, i think jimz a racist, don’t make me bring brother polite the f-ck out here
y’all know my slogan
get him the f-ck outta here!

- urltv

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