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murda mook vs. street hymns - rare breed entertainment lyrics

[round 1: street hymns]
my homie t called me yesterday
he’s a peacekeeper, but right now, he’s in a low*down spot
‘cause you can never trust a piecekeeper if you don’t personally know that cop
they can break in your house, wit’ no warning
guns blazing, then someone goes out shot
think of how mad i am…knowin’ someone tried to k!ll me and i don’t know that opp
arp told me, “i can’t tell you who, but it’s a no*doubt shot.”
shot? like i ain’t never headlined and had sold*out spots
prolly just another gun*bar rapper, finna throw out pops
where i’m from, we toss the cans and gotta box
(*ksshhh*) it’s like a car for a load*out drop
you might just have a better stock, ‘cause when it comes to rank, they ignore mine
i’m s’posed to bridle my tongue when everyone appears bigger to this horse eye?
…gave y’all bar after bar, while still proclaimin’ that the lord died
y’all ain’t woke, something’s in the water
before i let you take the floor, i’d (fluoride)…like to reintroduce myself
street hymns * i’m a christian if you ain’t found it out
each battle, street raps circles * every round about
lyricism, so complex you gotta sound it out
they countin’ out without seein’ it’s a out in count
without a doubt, since i’m lost in numbers, let’s get biblical
when it comes to i, foreign eyes will get visible
whether it’s on*stage physical or on the page digital
with my shots, i’m hot
skybox: got best visuals
see, these battle rappers? strugglin’ with they own identity
unbalanced chemically, can’t cope mentally
every day, fightin’ a stranger in the mirror was just imagery
‘cause you gave them opponents they don’t know
to them? that’s consistency
and me? i ain’t know myself * that’s all facts
got pulled a short straw, man, and my name was all cap
we all tasked, and that’s those outside the church, and the believers
but i was told to render the caesar, not surrender to caesar
if it’s not credit? stop! dead it!
i started revocations
‘cause if messiah pull money out a fish’s mouth, i can make the scales tip
y’all better get to payin’, those some heavy statements
but that’s what bible study’s for
so if you’ll google it yourself, hit me up on facebook
we can bible study more

[round 1: murda mook]
look…this n*gga arp hit my jack, like, “murda, i need a favor, and i don’t wanna know
besides, though, last time you was on my platform, you had the fans questionin’ if you wanna know.”
aye (a), arp, i ain’t met a care (medicare) yet
you know d*mn well i’m 1 and 0
but if we go, skip the semantics
don’t hit none of them h0m* phones
i don’t wanna know
let’s take it back to when it was no rules
ain’t no “know*who’s”
n0body had moves to go and mark y’all calendars
my whippin’ old*school
i’m from when you couldn’t afford to dodge no challengers
now let’s see y’all calibers
but look, when it’s this, that’s when they get on their caitlyn jenner sh*t
that mean they agenda switch
them n*ggas b*tch
they actin’ like estrogen on the card is gon’ bless ‘em wit’ extra benefits
well, listen, p*ssy!
let’s be in the ring * i’m l’in’ all you degenerates
the issue wit’ you new n*ggas is, y’all don’t be gettin’ disciplined for y’all ignorance
y’all get a few wins, then start movin’ like you invented this
c*cksucker, i’m 20 in with this
talkin’ ‘bout you questionin’ my penmanship and “murda * what’s his significance?”
n*gga, my significance is y’all existences
i took a culture, from the beginning they thought had limits, and transcended it
i built pyramids, put hieroglyphs in it
i did sh*t that can’t be did again, n*gga
this text? sacred
you gotta understand the message when i’m sendin’ it
can’t even put it in words, just gotta picture it * it’s a gift
see, i’m godly, each and every event murda steppin’ in
the good lord sprayed me wit’ this fragrance: b*tch, i’m heaven*sent (scent)
can’t put n*ggas that let leagues validate they relevance
against the n*gga that’s the leader of the league of extraordinary gentlemen!
come on, gentlemen, it’s clear we on a different regimen
but i don’t even think y’all get it
i’d rather silence my critics, not y’all crickets
but if we on gangsta time, let’s punch the ticket
i ain’t playin’ no games
kerosene on a n*gga body, then lit it: b*tch, i’m propane
y’all remind me of bro mayne, from the 5th flo’
we hear your interviews
you always mind your own biz, so why you always pokin’ your head in somebody else window?
you know exactly who the f*ck i’m talkin’ to, n*gga
don’t try to get low
and dot mobb, it’s on my arm * it always been what it been, ho
yeah, i know, i know, we had some turbulent years
but we don’t want no critiques from n0body ‘bout what you heard and you hear
‘cause trust we police ourself when it come to internal affairs
yeah, y’all n*ggas sweeter than a penthouse
and got the nerve to have a big mouth
i heard you…’til a bird flew * i guess it went south
matter fact, scratch that
battle rap, where we headed at?
‘cause i heard a n*gga that said somebody with the better raps lost to a n*gga ‘cause he had the better act
then they said, “look, man, that’s what the fans said they want.”
what the h*ll is that?
so we conformin’ our performance to some n*ggas that probably even ain’t never rap?
so the best sh*t in the world ain’t the best sh*t in the world ‘cause some* some lil’ boy or girl done commented and said it’s wack?
n*gga, never that!
uh*uh, not to a n*gga that went to h*ll and back
my sh*t the hottest sh*t in the world * you know why? ‘cause i said it’s that
we gave this sh*t to y’all
y’all don’t decide where the bar gon’ be better at
f*ck you mean?
i gave this sh*t to y’all
y’all don’t decide where the bar gon’ be better at
b*tch, the bar wherever i set it at!
it’s either you catch up, or look like the f*ckin’ clown
be that n*gga at the basketball game askin’, “yo, which team just scored a touchdown?”
but hey, i think that’s enough for now
‘cause we ain’t battle*rappin’
huh, this ain’t predicated on no daps or givin’ hugs
or no puttin’ on no acts to get a buzz
this is a bloodsport: punchlines, metaphors
how ‘bout we get this sh*t back to what it was, huh?
easy!

- rare breed entertainment lyrics

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