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decypher vs ghost - decypher tha khaos and m.g. ghost lyrics

round 1: decypher

bar wars 2…i ain’t f’n around
don status shirt, you was expecting a clown
but you said you was gon’ 3*0 me right?
where’s the evidence, how?
when even before the event that shows that you have trouble getting around

you don’t even deserve to be the first victim of my pen…
i was tryna battle phryme…but after benji whooped his ass the n*gga tucked his tail and dipped
so i guess i’m stuck with you…but i’m so reckless with this sh*t i don’t need a piece…this a makeshift exorcism b*tch
we gotta get ghost…the f*ck up outta here…
somehow…
maybe take his throat…tape it and hang him in front of the whole town
oh, you got a lion heart? your flesh will get torn wild
john moeller. i’ll be the reason for ghost exile
you…don’t got the best smile
i bet a knife could better that,..before he gets to reach to make that baretta clap…blade in your mouth!
*slit sound*
make you feel like heath ledger’s back

who in here had ghost winning?
very special
dare i let you live it’s ptsd, peep where i get to…
you’ll hear my sound over and over until you can’t bear the echo and then i’ll leave you laying surrounded by steel…that’s jared leto
you such a b*tch…you prolly wear stilletos, and then complain when they don’t fit
oh, sh*t
i’m cold as the north pole when the snow hit, you getting owned in my zone b*tch you won’t fit
then it’s chrome to your dome like it’s pulp fic…
say..what…again

i’m fixing for a body this is tailor made, carving in your flesh with a razor blade
say my name, it’s the last thing you’ll be awake to say before i have your room swept like a chamber maid!
i make it rain…blood
i don’t sprinkle dust like fairies n*gga…you want a war you got a war…with aries n*gga!

that means flaming arrows raining down
better change apparel to an ancient helm or get stuck up more than a sacred cow!
i ain’t the type to go searching for dirt on a n*gga…i wanted to prove who’s better with the words..
are you n*gga?
man he ticking me off i put the hurt on a n*gga
kurt cobain shotty it hit a nerve on a n*gga!

no exceptions! x3
you are weak vulnerable, so defenseless
my bars are barbiturates a slow injection
i get to flipping on this card i am rolodexing
two rounds, in the center yeah i hold a message
i am not like these others, i am no reflection
never been in a cell but i know perfection
think you can get the best of me, because you flow aggressive or toat a weapon when you have no progression?
you bouta learn a lesson..
cee you better show suppression or his ghostly essence won’t even deserve a mention when i scorch the remnants of this whole dimension!
this is mine now raymond…see how they show affection?
y’all see how i control this body, it’s only fitting that i take everything that happened to be in ghost possession
round 1: ghost
i wasn’t about to take this battle serious at all…not at all
n*gga..you walked into death your first battle
dumb n*gga
what a great call…
another n*gga with no footage, that i gotta put in the graveyard
thank y’all

n*gga…this is ghost n*gga…the vet in the flesh
you got curfew n*gga!
something you better respect!
you talking to a big dog b*tch, that pocket check?
i expected that sh*t, everybody do it…you ain’t being original, b*tch
but if i sock you, that’s original as original get

i was supposed to battle chop…see iont know what the f*ck happened with that..
you was supposed to battle phryme…and he tucked tail and ran ’cause the n*gga a rat…
we gotta go bar for bar, a street n*gga and a poet
i respect you lines and i respect your heart and i respect your courage
but you talk bad to me, and i’ll slap you down
put his b*tch ass in the corner, you on punishment now
you f*cking with a real g, 5 star general
you better get your brother in this ring, before i f*ckin finish you

anybody can get it on ya squad
two guns, iont even gotta put them on you dawg
cee, gimmie your belt
this asswhooping ain’t bouta take long at all
n*gga…this ghost
money gang for a reason n*gga
fed cases, i beat it n*gga
i caught a homi, i beat it n*gga!
i caught a body, i beat it n*gga!
i did 3 years of upstate at your age…i made shanks just to keep on breathing n*gga!
i got shot in the back, but i’m still living and that n*gga ain’t so i’m here for a reason n*gga!
that heath ledger sh*t? i’ll cut your face for looking at me wrong, that’s a good enough reason n*gga!

a golden glove with these hands…i’ll make you see the reason of sleeping!
everything i’m speaking is facts, i’m a well known demon like…
what y’all know about hood sh*t
everybody strapped on the block…but that’s enough of that ’cause the number one rule…never talk about your hood…b*tch!
see this p*ssy going along wit it?
that’s how i know you ain’t hood b*tch

so i dare this n*gga to let a hand twitch
you gon’ see two cans gripped and a flash when these hands lift!
you 17, but you look like a man b*tch!
my o.g. told me, never trust a n*gga without a mustache…
you 17 years old and must ask…f*ck is going on with this n*gga mustache
gbk said i had pubic hairs on my face…
gbk what the f*ck do you call this sh*t on this young n*gga face?

he wet behind the ears…that’s momma baby boy
remember those tears of joy she cried when you graduated..
i’ll make her cry them same tears n*gga, but only for remorse
you better watch what you say to me n*gga, or you get slapped with both sides of the hand
3 zip, i’m bouta eat these rounds like pac*man..cause quiet is kept
so i’ma keep mine quiet ’til death
bodybags with no graves fight back or die like the rest!

round 2: decypher
never before have i seen a n*gga
that can lose 3*0 d*mn near every battle
and you can just pretend it didn’t happen
when every battle you’ll see i show up
while this n*gga keep being absent
you might as well no show
’cause ya bars they don’t show, your invalid
every single line of yours is patent
you’re not a challenge
you’re the reason the league ain’t reach the heights of pterodactyls talons
cee…who really gonna be in fear of your talent
when you got inferior talent
why do you allow it
i’ve had it with these no character, wannabe gangsters
cypher’s the anchor
i’ll hold you down in the water calmly with no emotion of anger
only hoping, that no one will save him
holy, ghost i come clean across this phony, black emoji, half of thirty, scr*ppy, dirty, bert and ernie did the fusion dance in albuquerque looking ass n*gga…
predator style, keep his dome in my trophy room
you die in every match, i’m setting fire to your open tomb
got lightning bolts
i’m in control like zeus
i’ll poke this dude
’till his open wound floods the entire river from cairo, to khartoum
do not play with me…
you’re in denial
don’t play with me, in this ring i am not eugene
i’m a cross between, a spartan king, oxyclean, collar greens
cause i’ll wash this fiend and make his soul food if he want the grease
wait…
soul food?
spartan king?
they like; what dat mean? they both occupy themselves with lots of greece
see i’m far beyond your basic writtens
who put this small dog in the ring with a gorilla
he hasn’t had his sh*t together since i saw how paypa clipped him
it’s safe to give him the l already, before he becomes a major victim
i got your babe addicted
to my d*ck…
it ain’t guaranteed she’ll show up to my crib with drawls
install, quick draw
synchron
have you bent outta shape like a ripped card
k!ll anyone involved, no witnesses get off
they get beat with a kane ’till they coming out with paul bearer
dog square up or i will hit his mom
with a ping pong racket and send her to his god
i’m on a level you never could reach b*tch
let’s take a tour we’ll be calling it scenic?
treat your guts like a remix and mix ’em up
’till your liver, kidneys split
i see you healed and you looking at me shiit
i’m trippin’ from the stare..reenacting when meek slipped…
you tryna to box with me, and you getting ya cheeks hit
the force lift him in the air, telekinesis
slash his tires, so he can’t come after me seeking
revenge but i catch him waiting for the 67
‘fore i creep up and sneak him
beat him to a pulp and repeatedly knee him then i’ll
throw him under the bus like i’m telling his secrets
or better yet i’ll make a better scene
you’ll be skywalking
and a kin of yours will bleed
this bar wars?
the dark side is where you’ll truly be
injustice 2…the red’ll follow you to death sh*t is like omega beams
so please when i’m f*cking ray up do not be silent
usually i’m preaching to stop the violence but not today
watch me sun ray like ultraviolet with this light sh*t
i’m sick, you might b*tch to cee as i win
so you can get this work…with your daughter like the csi end. time!

round 2: ghost
i’ma just say this…that m*th*f*cka almost put me to sleep with that jibber jabber
y’all respecting that sh*t?
poetic justice? talking about this exoricst sh*t…
so now it’s time for bars…hope you ready lil’ b*tch
see…i shoulda no showed…but…ion’t rock like that
i stayed in the trap…strapped down
leftover right, ’cause my lines come right back

they like how you move crowds?
bald heavy, i come through now
you would think major, how ghost brought the pain around
you ready to gang…bang!
he died before he said yeah…
keep your friends close and your enemies null b*tch
keep that gun on you..
f*ck wrong wit him…you f*ckin with a real g
i’m onto him
y’all believe the tough talk this n*gga say, he don’t got now scars on him
n*gga…so all that tough sh*t p*ssy…calm it down
this will go from a battle league to battleground
and i ain’t get searched n*gga, i got the ladder on me now
make me decorate highrollers in your m*th*f*ckin style!

i’m mean with it
they call me ghost because i talk about bodies and i mean business
all them guns i talk about, i be with n*gga
so when i say bodybags with no graves thats’ just me being me n*gga
you talking all that tough sh*t
rough sh*t
like you gon’ buck somethin’…
what you gon’ buck b*tch…
you wet behind the eras, lil punk b*tch
yeah i said that in the last round but that sh*t is tough b*tch…
so…
this the second poet i battled
suge white and alistor

but cee that’s aight…they like show up and take the battle serious
why bruh?
when i ain’t get a battle rap n*gga since reem…
but that wasn’t a thing. i’m back with the beam
you talking sh*t until i c*ck back and i swing

i know i can’t fight kids that’s child abuse…but i’ma put him in his place…
that’s your brother right he with you? *points behind*

decypher: i don’t know this n*gga wtf

ghost: …is that your brother? is that your man’s?
who cam eiwth you?
who signed your permission slip, fam!
n*gga all that hype sh*t for what?
you talking nice n*gga so what, yeah i’m a bully!
you still backing the f*ck up!

oh you waiting for a pocket check? nah
n*gga i ain’t gon’ pocket check..
i’m hood n*gga!
hood rich!
you ever seen 50 racks and still had 30 racks in product b*tch?
strapped down…

trapping out the bando where them zombies live
well n*gga, i been there
move wrong and your body won’t get found
you’ll permanently live there, i find out where he live there?
ayo city, i’ma make this sh*t a haunted house so sh*t clear
you a b*tch n*gga and death’s near!

decypher round 3
you said something bout where the zombies live…i’ll break both your limb and you’ll be limping like mr. wavy did the zombie…

f*ck that…ghost is money right?
host is money?
ain’t that funny…
’cause this ass*whooping gonna be priceless…
your style is unique and i ain’t gon’ lie…
i like it but bro..
what the f*ck is wrong with your writing?
you said….

“this n*gga trippin’ on me, he better walk on the moon. n*gga, i don’t shoot for the stars well not on earth ’cause the earth is a star mothaf*cka but i’m shooting at you.”
really dude?

the earth is a star?
well by that logic this building’s a car, the wheel is the bar, and the h*rn is the bars
i’m just sayin’ if you this confuse this planet for a celestial ball of fire..
you probably should throw every pen in your house out and retire
what the f*ck were you thinking?
cause here that gets you dismantled in sections
i can already see your unraveling essence every battle when we see this spirit reaching, like a channeling session
and that was only medium level
you pocket check, like you be acting reckless
but that’s a battling trope, ghost…
it’s our turn to see the only thing you have is reflection
nah flip that, i only speak the truth
you kana..
you spend too much time reflecting on what other people do
it saddens me, to the point where i actually wanna smack ghost around until he gets originality
saddens me actually to see this kid fail at murder like a babality
i’m shoving ghost face in the water of a baptistery
to the point he screams underwater..
this is blasphemy
and then i leave him hanging on the wall like a indian tapestry
cee asked for me
to battle you…
cee, i’m mad you
but at least you see his future like a f*cking oracle
try to lockpick my house
soon as you open doors dude
the leg swipe
will take a knee
i got a proposal for you
leave no chill now or it’s over for you
ghost is money? man ghost is horrible
ghost buster i’ll put his spirit in a box
like zeddmore ooh
shotty you’ll see ghost in a sh*ll
i’m major nude
jumping off a building i land in a range or coop
you gon’ blaze on who…
you cyclin’
prolly leave ya chicks burning don’t lie bruh
guess i’m captain save a hoe
cause i’ll flame his top before i let ghost ride her
if ghost ride up, he get sent a flare
i’ll leave him burning up on the inside like the pendant stare
and the pen dent stares
like the millennium ring
i got lines no one else in this millennium bring…
soon as the boy walked in, you knew i was meant to be king
clips all in the background like when you entering bing
lines off the chain like getting detached from a swing
hook on me, and get ya fist detached from the swing
i am not these other n*ggas
i’m a different guy
i bet this fly wish he didn’t get tangled in the spider’s web
it’s time for death
switchblade
knife ya neck
nic cage
fry ya head
dice ya chest
push up to crunch your ribcage
so don’t try to rep
it’s obvious you can’t handle bars so you use vices
meh, when these blades from my hip raise ghost get exorcised to death!

round 3: ghost
f*ck the ayos and hold it down
i’m bouta spaz…y’all did all that talking shut the f*ck up
i’m bouta snap right now!
223s, 556s that’s how i get down
full metal slugs, with a hollow point. i’ll give you more than a round
this my house, try barking on me and i’ll lay dog down
this 44 got a bark, way harder than the bite
so watch how this b*tch get down

n*gga my gang from chicago b*tch!
westside, 16th and laurendale
i’m in the field, lived in the field
n*ggas looking like yo..ghost be missing meals?
how?
i rhyme too much, that’s how i plan on getting mils

this is a drill
you f*cking with the right one today b*tch
i would…*goes for the pocket check* but that’s an assault and battery case
man, cee you really got me outta my place
i’m not even in my skin dog…how i’m supposed to look this cat in the face?
i’m back snapping, black at it
talking ’bout exorcising ghost
where your cross at?
real demon in your face
you tryna be a holy knight, until you end up in a dark place
you ain’t never seen priest?
i’m that vampire lurking in a dark sp*ce
you could die today…headshot!
i let the llamma bake
n*gga…

no…i’m not choking
i wanted them to think that shut but see i’m rolling back snapping again
this n*gga nice….for real clap it up for his pen
i knew i was battling a poet, someone who’s used to going off of the head…
this supposed to be your place, your presence…and you say that i’m dead?

*silence*

this n*gga f*cked me up…but it’s cool
this my first time f*cking up…ever!

my bad y’all for the subpar performance, but i got issues at hand
and this is part of my round…so please don’t get annoying. look
i got mad bills to pay and i really wasn’t worried about you
my daughter going through sh*t..heart problems

you know what io’m going through out here?
gotta rap, trap, struggle…you know how hard that is?
you still living with your mom and sh*t…taking it easy
you don’t know what this life it is
you better respect yourself or get checked lil n*gga!
d*mn…time…

- decypher tha khaos and m g ghost lyrics

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