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b magic vs. remyd - streetstatustv lyrics

[round 1: b magic]
final foe, that’s a real n-gg- rap crew
but rem’ team, f-ck naw n-gg- that dude
sister mary clarence–ss sister act crew
so i’ma draw like sketch on sister act 2
this the proof, i will shoot, this little dancing–ss n-gg-
backstreet, nsync, hanson–ss n-gg-
you just wanna talk, tevin campbell–ss n-gg-
till i knock his ribs out, marilyn manson that n-gg-
and i put that on final foe, on the foe, catch homie chilling
if you hear his cap peel, then you know who did it
this is wrong, murder gone, you don’t know the feeling
but you can find ya’ whole group dead, like otis williams
now that’s a temptation, get ya’ belly stained
murder mob motherf-cker, that’s a deadly gang
i let the f-cking mac sing: etta james
till they let you in the gates: eddie kane
that’s heaven man, we ain’t neck to neck
when i draw it shake him up, no etch a sketch
i been schooling n-gg-s, you gon’ get ya’ lesson next
leave dude red man like he got connects with meth
giving him bucks, b magic not giving a f-ck
hydraulic pump sh-lls, lifting him up
seen him on a black street, no doubt, no diggity yup
he was the f-g who was under more d-ckies than chucks
magic leave the microphone crushed
you suck d-ck for shows, you a microphone sl-t
wouldn’t nod to ya’ music ho if i was on dust
when i squeeze you gon’ break: styrofoam cup
better duck when i bust, you can see who team
acting hard for ya’ boys they gon’ see you scream
i got two new bangers i’ma need new beams
to put a m on that -ss: diesel jeans
we too mean, you shoot six we shoot back twelve
my bars leave residue and that crack smell
you ain’t a gangster motherf-cker, but you act well
give you pretty wings ’cause b magic handle macs well
catch a mac sh-ll, that’s what you least expected
i know you p-ssy ’cause you smell, like a yeast infection
i spit dope and everything that i speak infectious
we all locs so we shake hands with the c connected
come heat-protected, when you walking boy
’cause me and my n-gg-s roll deep, that’s often boy
we g-ngb-ng ’round, [?] boy
and get to throwing up signs: crossing guards
i’m out to win, the mac i grip is out to sin
bullets to the back of ya’ head and out ya’ chin
i doubt you win, b-tch you ain’t allowed to grin
if you smile too hard, juice, punch him in his mouth, again
speaking of that, since then, i ain’t heard you win yet
so beating you is double the fun like twin s-x
kick ya’ jaw with the nikes call it chin-check
no hooping game when i’m shooting at a rem’, yes
i’m the best bruh ya’ b-tch give me neck tough
call the b-tch morris ’cause i like to give her chest nuts
pull her ong-bak but i call it the protector
put my hands on this little n-gg-: molester
microphone checker, 40 start hitting him
call jennifer hewitt when his ghost start whispering
b magic k!lling him, that’s another story ‘do
throw sh-lls at this motherf-cker: super mario
best ever audio, ever-been-recorded flow
listen you recording though? this is what i wanna know
where you from you f-cking b-m? magic gonna spark
get ya’ brother hit man, like owen hart
car bomb, when you start it it’s gon’ blow apart
got animals who sell water: noah’s ark
i’m the sh-t, i’m acting a d-mn fool
i cut ya’ f-cking throat and then clap in the d-mn wound
if it’s ya’ job, ya’ crew is asking to ban you
so i’ma send you on vacation like national lampoon
watch remy turn b-tch when the chrome pop
when it come to these bars i got long stock
boy you just put ya’ food, in the wrong pot
edward jones guns, i give a n-gg- dome shots
like a charger better dodge when you see me
ya’ b-tch said ya’ lil’ john couldn’t skeet skeet
juvenal can tell this turkey’s a bg
nut in her mouth ya’ b-tch kissing babies: weezy
boy if you ain’t got the heater then scram
we all know you used to taking beatings on cam
i’ll give him a lifeline, ’cause he needing it fam
somebody tell this jack-ss my guns viva la bam
pleased to meet you, my three-eight blast
turn this fruit vegetable: v8 splash
i heard you and ya’ two homies was some three-way f-gs
and i’m futuristic like them rappers outta ga, ask
k!lling this n-gg-, bring out the body bags
if he don’t die, he gon’ need a body cast
strap poking out the back like i got a -ss
b magic doper than that one sh-t bobby had
i got a k!ller flow, ask around these n-gg-s know
my bars is sick, yeah i’ll k!ll this ho
n-gg-s know what it is i’m the best cuz
and i ain’t stepping none-

[round 1: remyd]
a wise man told me, when you in the game, n-gg-s on the bench hate watching it
sideline commentators, stay talking a lotta sh-t
hate me all you want, criticize, i don’t acknowledge it
fact is, my f-ckups more successful than your accomplishments
i ain’t take this battle ’cause old boy is major
i did this sh-t ’cause i feel like i owe oweboy a favor
oweboy you got this midwest battle scene cracking
established streetstatus, showed st. louis got some mean talent
but had to call me back in ’cause these new dudes keep slacking
if remyd in a ring match, it’s a guaranteed cl-ssic
right? no, owe ain’t even bring me a challenge
after all the careers you done seen me damage
after i took a brief absence to grieve the p-ssing of my younger brother
you give me this motherf-cker, b…..maggot, magic
i will turn this n-gg- name to b tragic
when i be blacking so hard this weak f-ggot he’ll be the same color as b-rabbit
see streetstatus raised me, from them world wars i grew
in my early days n-gg-s could see i had more iq
instead of saying “you’ll get ate like four times two”
i’d be like “for the cheese i’ll go ham on this chicken: cordon bleu”
see it’s a difference, you don’t get it, i’m a g*nius, you a fool
if you a fan of this n-gg- here, you easily amused
people don’t like ’cause they attracted to rap about grimy concepts
yo’ fans are folks easily distracted by shiny objects
liar stop it, you wouldn’t shoot bullets from a hammer
please, you wouldn’t shoot footage on a camera
i could put him in a casket, that they put up by the pastor
or just put him in a cast, for looking like a actor
it’s remyd, i got a flow to cure the m-sses wit’
since these other emcees swear they rapping sick
i’m purely talented, surely accurate tactics
that’ll have this n-gg- p-ssed off, like urinalysis
i make rappers quit, and deny they had a verse made
my wordplay make him feel like a germ sprayed with first aid
i serve pain the worst way, burn cremate him take urn sp-ce or throw him in a earth grave
no casket, how that dirt taste?
you wanna compete, i’ll enter you in a worm race
if the worms moving, you not, guess the worms take first place
i hurt lames, he a b-tch, so in her case
she gon’ get her face stomped in the ground till the earth quake and the curb break
i got reserved sp-ce in this game, not ’cause my verse great
per say the reason i’m preferred nothing i said was heard fake
but this n-gg- the worst case of a dirt-stain absurd g-y blade tryna claim game since the third day of high school, dude been scared straight
and it’s not ’cause he was on the wrong path, out cl-ss skipping
not a outcast pitching contraband clout for stash dealings
he got caught without a hall p-ss, hour of detention
he saw the lord’s call and got devout ’bout religion
now this proud christian mention pow-pow bidness
if i don’t drown out his sentence, i’ma roundhouse kick him
i keep telling myself he just a loudmouth b-tching
but i’m a mild schizophrenic that ran out of my prescription
now, i get to flipping, twitching out animalistic
go wild up on a mission, prowling ’bout to get him
forget about the crowd, you win shrouds, cloud his vision
and hop out like a lion when it’s pouncing on a victim
i’m gouging out his eyes, rip his nostrils off, sniff ’em
reach in his mouth, sn-tch his tongue out, smile and then kick it
start howling at the ceiling with a coyote resemblance
jump down look around, start growling at the women
foul malicious violence what you now about to witness
the scene gon’ look like a crime that a crocodile committed
911, start dialing up the digits
humane society and swat team gotta surround every entrance
it sound very vicious, but i lack a sane half a brain i actually may grab a blade and amputate ya’ hands and face i have a shank
stab a place, burst your wound, gaps and sp-ce
through ya’ body tissue, you now resemble a basket crate
i’m a basket case, needing some help please
i keep hearing bells ring and people that yell screams
these voices in my head, and the things that they tell me
got me scheming evil things like when demons in h-ll think
like, creep where he dwell put the heat where he smell
keep him still while fingering his girl like reading in braille
i’m tryna tell this n-gg- sleeping ain’t healthy
you better off, popping ambien and dreaming on elm street
you know what, i hate this n-gg-, ’cause he talk hard, but he really a b-tch
got the nerve to criticize me, he ain’t really did sh-t
when st. louis go to war, they call remyd quick
i’m frontline front-and-center for my city’s events
who you know, go anywhere, stand for the home turf
demanding to go first then spaz on a whole verse
never p-ssed on a challenge, if it happened to go worse
i took damage no bandage, happy to go hurt n-gg-
i got here, only god i fear
black sunday, to the world war battles, i was not scared
lionz den was p-ssyfooting, kidding when we got there
fight klub flipped the script on me and ill, the sh-t was not fair
grind time judges robbed me my first time there
but that ain’t stop me ’cause in the midwest i’m top tier
i will not spare yo’ life i swear on it
i’ll even k!ll ya’ kids so yo’ heir won’t win
now it’s to the point the sh-t ain’t fun
y’all all know remyd spit sharp, i got a switchblade tongue
you couldn’t beat me if you was jay-z’s son with kanye’s drums had drake’s mixtape buzz and all of lil wayne drugs
this b-tch ain’t touch my level, his reach ain’t long enough
can’t bite my style, ya’ teeth ain’t strong enough
can’t fight my crowd ya’ team ain’t holding up
rap like a child but you look like you old as f-ck

- streetstatustv lyrics

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