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dialect vs. scoop - code red culture lyrics

[round 1: scoop]
you see if we’re talking based on experience
you’re probably thinking you lucked up
nah, you see when you took this battle
it was at that moment you knew, you f-cked up
so i’m guessing it’s crunch time
and today you’re gonna hold so many shots
you gon’ feel like a victim of gun crime
’cause i’m a pr-ck
the type to find out where you chill with your chick
pull up in a korean whip, and make sure that you witness your hun dying
’cause i treat beef like a bouncy castle
before you get jumped on you’ll see the pump rise
so thinking you got the juice
will only land you in a box, sunpride
i’ll put the heat to this fruit, sun-dried
and you’ll know that i came and took him
when you see nothing but treys, lunch line
but to be honest, i could rob you with a fake strap, ’cause to me you’re one of them dumb guys
so even if i walk in with a bb
i’m still taking the w, ’cause i got everything plus size
now they told me to keep it rap, but just know that i keep one 40
fam you would think it was grime
in real life i don’t take disrespect
ans nor do i have it online
so honestly cuz, if you owe me pay up
and make sure that you have it on time
’cause real talk you’ll get a box on the same day, what’s that? amazon prime
i’m sick g
i got a clip as long as a cricket bat
so don’t be surprised when i pull up, and put the wess in d
but wait, wait, wait, wait
that’s a reach, and some man say that i’m g-ssing
but notice that i said cricket
that’s ’cause the scope gives me 20/20 vision to aim and turn this man into ashes
so go ahead flip out
until you see man riding with a long stick like a jouster
fam you would think i was ocd
’cause if man like you throw a punch, you’re getting wiped up like a clean counter
’cause i’m not one to be slept on
i’m from the same place where n-gg-s play dirty
so you can get easily crept on
so go ahead thinking you’re g’ed up
but if i start letting it rain, i guarantee that you’ll see slugs
it’s just like grocery shopping, for making a mess i’ll clean up
you would think you was repping that crip life, ’cause out of the blue you’ll seize up
now fam i will feed you the biscuit
just so you know that you’re not nice
i mean you can try and k!ll me with stares
and still never get to be top flight
’cause them bullets, they’re like an electric chair
if the cap to your head don’t k!ll you, you better realize that the shock might
so yeah you might have the bigger name
but i’m six foot with the bigger frame
and you’ll get more than a bit of pain ’cause i got the metal up front like a zimmer frame
i got heat for the man that give me shade
so just know if clap at this fruit, he’ll be pouring out juice, minute maid
fam it’s nothing but violence
you might as well call me poseidon
’cause i’m gonna make sure that you see god
and if you try and run to the feds just know that you’re gonna need more than a trident
my man take heads off like isis
and don’t get me wrong, i’m not tryna say i’m the nicest
but since i came in the game, i’ve had nothing but sick joints, arthritis
so face it
’cause i’m the type to catch you getting faded
and for the sheer fact you’re a lightweight, means after the shot you’ll be wasted
and that’s why your boys don’t bring him in
’cause i fill ’em in like craig david
and that’s ’cause i’m one to go in
but i’m also a one to be grim
with a shot so good if i miss his apple, i’ll hit the one under his chin
i treat beef like a tropical holiday
i might resort to the heat
so it’s best that you watch your tongue
’cause i do my talking with teeth
now you, you blatantly fell off
and that’s not gonna change here
i mean bobby, d-mn near k!lled you
and showed that you weren’t in the same tier
and with me, it’s gonna get worse
i mean this man shoulda stayed clear
’cause just like charlie murphy in power, you’re gonna die twice in the same year
boy if i start swinging
fam you best hope to be agile
’cause i’ll stick it on man with a box
and you’ll get labeled as fragile
and that’s true sh-t
think whatsapp, ’cause if you don’t get the message
i’ll get his brains blew in two ticks
in other words don’t chat that sauce
if you’re not gonna back that talk
’cause with you i’m not gonna argue
i’ll just put the four to his spine, that’s what i call back and fourth
now see if i end up losing my sh-t
i’mma end up using a stick
and you’re gonna die like a drake fan: upside down with a nine in your face
that’s what i call views from the six
now you said, i’mma win this when pigs fly
so i gotta do this proper
fam if i gave you a box you’d break down
and i’m not even a shotter
plus you don’t come from the hood
and i’m gonna prove that proper
’cause if you did you would know that pigs fly: when they’re chasing you down in a chopper
see i’m not on a joking flex
if you think it’s a joke then flex
then just like stolen treasure, they’re gonna find you with an open chest
’cause to tell you the d-mn truth
i’m from a place where everyone bangs
so having a strap is just like a threesome: you gotta make sure that you bang too
’cause just like a suitcase handle
i know guys that’ll pull up and drag you
so don’t come here spitting that fly sh-t
’cause you might not like where it lands you
and if you don’t wanna see hawks
it’s best that you call it a truce
’cause if not i’m letting that piece talk
so don’t try to beg it
’cause you ain’t got a style that i try to credit
i mean your love in this game, is like a rhetorical question
i find the whole hype pathetic

[round 1: dialect]
hands down you must be the only n-gg- that could beat biggie smalls in a t-tty brawl
guy heard it was beef, came with five guys and i don’t mean he got his clique involved
all he brought was them, frigging rolls and that, frigid flow
but despite that book from the plot you still couldn’t f-ck with the boss, you ain’t bridget jones
you see if, scoop wants fire i’ll give him smoke
and i been, jumping up on my lines like a skipping rope
and he’ll, soon get the program once i prove i’m a cold man, it’s clear we got different strokes
it’s why it’s got me thinking loads
why have they given me you to flow with?
i mean danny said “you know it would keep the movement going
if you want a battle with scoop then phone me
i was kinda rude when i phoned him
and i made out like i never knew you homie
but it’s cool, i soon got the message when he sent me the p–p emoji
everyone talking like scoop’s the coldest
well that may seem true but i ain’t been fooled
you see scoop, you remind me of a tinted window in my rearview
that’s wide, black and easy to see through
i can’t believe this daft c-nt wanna try a act up and be rude
if i, stand up in his boat he could catch a hook like seafood
slow it down i said, when you see food-
nah i’m joking let the battle rap, resume
i’m here to drop heat and have tom kwei spazzing like “he actually beat scoop!”
silly n-gg- probably scribbles his writtens on greaseproof
it’s why your style’s oversaturated
i mean, you got nice metaphors but those setups are bland and basic
so i don’t care if the fans go crazy when you rap and spray sh-t
’cause your formula’s just, pure filler and that sums it up like a math equation
you see there’s, no longer a champ awaiting
and the fall of don’t flop has got the fans frustrated
but you ain’t the next in line, you’ll be the next to die, and catch a facelift
savage lines, i’m ’bout to, have his life before the fatness takes it
either you can die online or from a disease that’s fat-related
but better that than taking a room in a hospital from a cancer patient
you slack piece of rancid apesh-t
i will smash your face in
if i swung a fist it’d, pack a hit like the crack you’re taking
you see, i get no pleasure in the fact that i slump fellas
so if you catch me booking at thompson it ain’t for family and fun leisure
i got, blood ties with the hood fellas
but ain’t, riding with one bredda
’cause i got a, pump that’ll lift him up higher than his blood pressure
you see i’m tired of all these dumb breddas saying i can’t f-ck with scoop
’cause all you are is another big kid with bars, augustus gloop
and you telling us you ain’t getting groupies ain’t a good look you fool
but, i ain’t here tryna speculate on whether weight’s a good look for you
i’m just saying i feel sorry for that b-tch that has to cook your food
this guy writes more booty statuses
than music-related sh-t
and to this day he still wonders why those groupies won’t date with him
when it’s ’cause you’re too desperate
we all love the shape of a waist and a huge chest blud
but you display more dames on your page than hugh hefner
trust me, the dude’s desperate
maybe you should try out tinder fam
you never know you might k!ll it
hmm, but judging from the size of your profile image
to swipe right you’d probably have to scroll for five minutes
but f-ck all the jokes fam, i’m quite finished
and you know i’m known when it comes to the flows i be nice with it
bring it and fight with me, you’ll k!ll him in five minutes
try get bright and you’ll get lit up on sight, and i ain’t ridd-ck
you see besides winning
i’m just tryna show he’s no match for my writtens
and that’s why i’m in man city kicking off like bradley wright-phillips
it’s a mad ting, ’cause you used to do grime innit?
it’s why every one of your rounds sounds like a grime lyric
i mean they hated when i did it
you’re just greater at hiding in it
if you ain’t grime then you’re lying, he ain’t got the pride in him
you see all i hear when this guy’s spitting
is ‘you might get burnt on road fam
i can see you’re sweet and a cake
but it won’t be the british bake off
when you see my gs with a trey’
you see them styles there? overly baked
so since i’m the k!ller on grime i think i’m have to show you the way
let me show what a vet’s on
billie jean, this square’s getting stepped on
swear i’ll send him in the air like a jet don
i don’t care if man’s wearing a teflon
swear i’ll run up hit a brere with a [?]
i’ll cut him up there like a fresh cut
man want war, it’s the end on
mount rushmore, man a get his head rocked
sooner i get top
sooner you leapt up
i spin him in [?] like an xbox
really ain’t got no time for the wet dons
see i’m schooling the man like ephron
chat about grime, that’s your head gone
i’m about grime, that’s the best [?]
man a man’s live, that’s the [?]
when i watch scoop get dropped like an n-bomb, end of!
you see, when did big narstie get this dark please?
nice scoop, ’cause ice cream’s starchy like the blood in his arteries
imagine what 140 bpm would do to his heartbeat
that’s why he left grime, ’cause he can’t breathe once he gets past three on a eight bar scheme
so take my advice though fam
stop with the hype road chap
why don’t you open the geico app and invest in a lipo plan
to get rid of your side roll fat?
but since you wanna talk that road life so bad
tonight if i creep in the guy’s cold flat
i’ll beat him till his eyes go black
and you can tell tyrone from sn-tch he ain’t getting his iphone back!

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