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bar fight™ - alien family vs. year of the ox lyrics

round 1

[verse 1: obvi & (catalyst)]
in new york, feelin’ like pac when walkin’ out the elevator
five shots to my gut, middle finger’s what i tell a hater
i ain’t stoppin’ til every song that we droppin’
they bottle poppin’ and rollin’ blunts, just to celebrate us
my whole life, i had to learn what the f-ck a dollar cost
my grandmother taught me jesus had to haul a cross
most of my family made it, even past the holocaust
so i’ll be d-mned if i call the law, i’m still
(roamin’ the land like the holiest man
said they want change? well i got holes in my pants
the industry wants monopoly
but what they try to offer me
collect, 200, p-ss go and advance)
you don’t want muhammed obvi to have to go in his stance
do acid with an angel and give the devil a dance, you see i’ll
(never sell my soul for a record advance
or let alone, make a record just to get in the pants)
but me, i was born with the mind of a king
give me the crown i’ll melt it down, give my homies some rings
(so what you think? we won’t get what we deserve?
f- y’all like, d & h together in a word
and i’m, weighed in gold if you measurin’ my worth
i won’t “live” like that word if you spell it in reverse)
i’m explorin’ in my mind, i’m angelic when i verse
and all the waves that i’m spittin’, leave you sailin’ in a he-rs-
that loud motherf-cker and they sent me to trouble you
bring 9-1-1, they think i’m g.w
but i don’t need excuses to drop bombs
i win world wars, all i need is a dot com, hop on
(so tell me what you want and we got it, we been up on it
i benefitted from all of my minutes up on the corner doin’
cyphers with the homies, when i flew in like a comet
hit the earth and make a divet, that’s dividends upon us)
don’t give away your souls, don’t be sellin’ your pride
i’ma show you you need more [petty?] to fly
and out here, my people can’t stymie my drive
i got faith, no biggie, man i’m ready to die
word

[verse 2: jl & (lyricks)]
(sh-t, y.o.x though, y.o.x though)
ayo, what’s a couple of aliens to a fresh prince?
hit ’em with some punches then light a cigar after
or better yet we’re predators followin’ (fresh prints)
hit ’em with the triple infrared, watch ’em dissolve after
they say they want a bar fight? (alright!)
i mastered different kinds of martial arts of all types
go back and forth like i was ??? ??? on ’em all night
might have to go from bad to evil for a small price
listen, this’ll be the year of the ox
(so all you other tag teams need to retire now)
and i know you got a spark and now you think it’s lit
(but the y.o.x’ll be stampedin’ your fire out)
(should’ve, could’ve, would’ve, you doo doo you put up nothin’
i’m puttin’ my sweat and blood up in these tracks
crew destructin’ every member in your band, percussion)
kill the conductor, (clarinet section gone), murder all the trumpets
(this the y.o.x motto;
maniac with the flows but the rose still grew from the concrete, kinda like it was pac’s motto
you understand? what do we say to the fans?
look at ’em, look at us, we got an alien fam!
i’ll kill your whole career with a primo beat and a flip cam
make you lose your balance like kickin’ over the kickstand
battlin’ me is fightin’ a warrior with six hands
fights go toe to toe with the blows, overthrow my hitman
this what i mean though
make some noise! make some noise!)

round 2

[verse 1: jl & (lyricks)]
hold up, we the united (writers)
write it cleaner than (whitest)
fire feedin’ in (inside us)
unleashin’ our secret (virus)
that’s even deep in the (cyphers)
i mean it, my team’s the nicest
before fillin’ appet-tes and we leavin’ ’em with the (itis)
(this is john carver?), jl styles, sent in to help out
strong enough to take (hip hop)
don’t wanna be h-ll bound, wanna be heaven destined
seven seconds to take your head and neck
and disconnect it, dissect it down, right into seven sections
(forty degrees, absorbin’ the allure of mcs
a warlord rapin’ the scoreboard, i want more than a piece
i wanna foresee my lyrics transform, the form of a beast
cook like raekwon, like szechuan, gourmet the beef
i think it’s best that you order a treat
man are you high? smokin’ a quarter of keif
see i wasn’t born in the streets
molded by, anointed by an informative speech
torn with immorbid ???
don’t call me minority please!)
follow me to the truth, i choose it to do, pop moves that i used in the booth
proof that i ??? ??? ??? as i body bag y’all
my cause, ??? in my music, product of me cruisin’
movin’ in, sounds of improvement
in the midst, and i’m provin’ it
these rappers are chicken peruvian and i’m losin’ it
uh! i’m kickin’ it sicker than ever be(fore)
got ’em in a (score)
pickin’ his head off and (go)
head off the shoulders and (whoa!)
i’m lettin’ it (go)
lyrical ??? ???
guess i just better re(load)
cause that’s when it’s over
and that’s when i ??? ??? ??? alive
cause if it’s death, then it better be slow
(y.o.x season, make some noise!)

[verse 2: catalyst & (obvi)]
yo that sh-t was dope! x3
alien fam, ight hold up
yo, i’m livin’ like a ??? again, my arms are flowin’ fluid
yo, that gr-ss is always greener, on the other side you grew it
caused a, shift that was seismic, the angle ain’t congruent
super-human got a side kick, to show you i’m a ??? in his time
i’m brainstormin’ and formin’ into a version of ali
that beat foreman, my reign, droppin’ enormous
that pain, holds weight like an elephant
i got the will to see the sixth sense, maybe find the fifth element
let me get a time machine in a day, i’d
probably save, proof, mac dre & phife, all at the same time
i’d go and ask marvin what he heard through the grapevine
and connect all the dots ’til they sit in a straight line
(so as i sit inside this plane on this san francisco runway
i think about this world i’m tryna take over one day
and get ’em away from negativity and all the gunplay
give ’em old school game like blockbuster sundays
and let ’em get close to greatness
cause all the people they learnin’ from, they don’t know relation
so i’ll be the one to come and show the patience
i’m from the land of wine sippin’, c-ke evasion
so please know your places, please know your placement
but i’m something that’ll never be stopped
my tape could be lebron james, still never would flop
so as i stand here on this mic, and i’m open up shop
i need y’all, to get your doses and just show me my props
it’s obvi)

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