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not the same - 22 cabbage lyrics

[verse 1: lil’ blackout]
yo, lil anj b, you ain’t big in the game
tryna make flows, that river don’t row the same
covering hits, but you ain’t got the style
your originals are trash, they ain’t even raise a smile
you’re short in stature and your talent’s the same
claiming you’re a rapper, claiming that you won’t fail
stick to the covers and try making your raps in braille
your rhymes are a joke, get your head in the zone
you say you’re a star, but you’re not in sight
i’m the sun in the sky, you’re just a fl!ckering light
you think you got bars, but they barely land
i crush your whole set with just a singlе hand
you think you got applause, but it’s just a dream
you’re living in a fantasy, nothing’s as it seems
i’m thе real deal, i’m bringing the heat
while you’re stuck in the kiddie pool, barely on your feet
lil anj b, you ain’t no threat
you’re just another name we’ll all forget
you think you’re fly, you think you’re a hotshot
but in this rap game, you’ve just not got
your height ain’t the issue, it’s your lack of sk!ll
trying to spit fire, but you’re catching a chill
paracetamol, you might need that
install some auto*tune you need that
you’re an imitator, not an innovator
riding on the hits, but you’re just a faker
your covers are weak, your originals flop
your time in the spotlight’s already set to drop
think you’re going places? better change your route
you’re engulfed in this darkness, there’s no light to guide
you rap about dreams, but you’re stuck wide*eyed
cabbage wins in a clear landslide

[verse 2: r!thv!k]
easy easy easy, this our music
you ain’t never tight
even with your bars makin sense you were never right
taking shots at hid, all for fun, it’s just for the fight
22 boutta cruise, just wait for my spotlight
he tense with his broken lens
cut off all his hair (sorry)
once, with no little sense, crying its no fair (brother)
trust, we just having fun, cabbage on the run (thats it)
even if you dunno whats happening its already done

[verse 3: fonzy]
in a world full of cruelty im keeping the peace
the beef is lit but its gonna have to cease
just like me in this battle, keeping it niche
but the anger increase, oh please
i don’t have to spit bars the beats do it for me
shooting my shot and yelling out three
cabbage told me to write some disses, i disagree
angelo finna be crying, thats a guarantee
ima pass it off to my boy cabbage traumatise you rent free
[chorus 2: 22 cabbage]
this song is draggin on and on, so let me paraphrase
once we finish up with you it’s gonna be a closed case
i’m so trash, that should be your catchphrase
all these songs you putting out, but they all sounding real fake
you release another and i’ll hit you back 2 times
calling up your gang and finna let the beef slide
i already got my whole gang, you need more guys
i see your new to making beats, i’ll be your tour guide

[verse 4: 22 cabbage]
had a little intermission but don’t worry now i’m back boy
why you want me to swing first, now you made me get annoyed
my bars will leave have defenceless, you need a convoy
every time i see you, i’m set to search and destroy
if you want you diss me back you gonna need some elevation
all my rhymes will hit you so deep get you feeling all sensations
when will you put it together, when will you solve the equation
there’s only room for one of us to lead the generation

[chorus 1: 22 cabbage]
lil’ anj b you’re inhumane, we are not the same
back yourself out or i’ll put you back on the flame
rewind, 3 times, nah brother no way
there’s only room for one of us to get the praise
lil’ eyesight doesn’t look like he apologising
spittin straight garbage, yeah your bars look traumatising
centralising, energising, compromising, galvanising
levelling the playing field, yeah we’re out here equalising
[verse 5: fonzy]
i lied, beef is alive your getting fried
cabbage expects so i got to provide
repping 1 inch drillas because they stand by my side
just like you i’m gonna keep it small like a pea
without music no one will know where would you be
they stand by your side but your only up to their knee
when it comes to waffling you got a phd
so anjelo bow down to thee
lets keep it simple give up and move overseas
it ain’t safe here no more and you have to agree
your hands are tied behind a tree this is how it’ll be

[chorus 2: 22 cabbage]
this song is draggin on and on, so let me paraphrase
once we finish up with you it’s gonna be a closed case
i’m so trash, that should be your catchphrase
all these songs you putting out, but they all sounding real fake
you release another and i’ll hit you back 2 times
calling up your gang and finna let the beef slide
i already got my whole gang, you need more guys
i see your new to making beats, i’ll be your tour guide

[verse 6: lil’ blackout]
eyesight the name but vision you lacking
new song, flop song now u got it all wrong
dissin cabbage with a wack ass beat
never meet your heroes, but u met me
first beat, talking bout eating your greens
second beat, so bad i need a vaccine
remaking it won’t help, 1*star on yelp
hire a music tutor, you need some help
diss me diss me
whoever wrote these lyrics got him attracted
bonehead rhymes you get no bread
ghostwriter so young, he come back from the dead
24/7 365 cabbage stays on your mind
it’s raining, it’s pouring
22 cabbage keeps scoring

- 22 cabbage lyrics

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