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hunnit keyz vs starzink - ubr foundation lyrics

[round 1: hunnit keyz]
ayyyooo!! ubr this my first battle ever
to tell the truth i’m only doing this new exposure [?]
(hold it down)
but you should of did your research
you would of knew it was over
catch him while he walking home
reach under the seat like they do on oprah
zombie tips, explode star like a supernova
’cause f*cking with me a get a bit risky
i had to put dog down like the pit bit me
when it come to beef he don’t want sh*t wit me
’cause i ride around with the machine like witwicky
speaking of machines, i really point weapons
this a mismatch i really exploit brethren
keep it 1*on*1 ’cause if one of yo boys step in
i’ll fill up your whole circle with lead like multiple choice questions
i ain’t writing no personals and no jokes
’cause i don’t know this n*gga, nor do i care to
just gun rounds, i’ll shoot your grandpa
your pops, you, ya kid, ya kid’s kids
n*gga bullets getting passed through the family like an heirloom
me i’m a bear, you just bear food
i’m with the sh*ts, cross the line boy i dare you
i’m waiting on the other side, sniper with a clear view
headshot, emts still tryna clear you
ya i’m light skin, and i’m a shooter like curry and klay
so try me and you gone get buried today
got screws loose, and you dude should be very afraid
’cause i’ll shoot you and your pallbearers
let’s not get carried away
that’s round 1

[round 1: starzink]
ayoooooo!!!!
marques hit my line, that n*gga told me, a hunnit keyz
aka kilo, i thought to myself what ?
you want me back on the street serving to the fiends
he said naw, the n*gga named a hunnit keyz
*crouches a little lower*
aka key low
somebody told me whoever had the best drug bar this room would get twenty dollars, i said this bout to be a breeze
first time i had that weight in the water
i was stackin them presidents
but then i had found myself putting the weight back in the water
n*gga i was getting rid of the evidence
(let’s talk!!!)
(let’s talk!!!)
(let’s talk!!!)
*pokes keyz in chest*
you named yourself a hunnit keyz aka kee lough
boy you thought yourself was bold
but my life way much more cold
remember them days
i had to work right next to the work on my way to school
boy it gave a new feeling
having the weight of the world on my shoulders
boy i’m twenty five, i work at a bakery
that’s not even f*cking fake
ya’ll wanna know whats so ironic
i remember them days i illegally had cakes by the pound
before i legally knew how to make a poundcake, b*tch
these streets, don’t sleep
you gone, rest in peace
i’ll make you and ya b*tch eat the meal on the floor
i’m victor sweet
this round i’m molding you, a masterpiece
buck fifty to the center his belly, the centerpiece
ya’ll seen my battle, i showed ya i can cook white
*pushes keyz*
now watch me push keyz
(b*tch please, this my sh*t!)
you better understand something
if you f*ck up this battle, ain’t no slack
i promise you ain’t no comin back
ya know how it is like when ya running late for work
*starzink is currently pacing around the stage in search of something*
ayo! where the keys at ?!
and i mean that!
by monday, it’s some mona lisa’s outside ya crib, steady stalkin’ [?]
by wednesday, i’m calling up the vatos, load up the vans
make sure you got the perfect parkin’
by friday, we hopping out, let the bull dog start barkin’
even on sat*rday we sit there goin round
and make sure outside his house is nothing more than caution
my broad hit my line like, baby it’s a weekend doe
she asked me if i do this everyday (melodically)
i said often!
coffin, coffin
you know what ? f*ck that my fault, my name is malik
and in hebrew that means king
so somebody’s like why is you pillin’ him
well ain’t it evil to live backwards
spell it out, i was meant to k!ll em’
this a headshot, and you said no freestyle
whoever touch you in this battle, you was gone k!ll em’
you wanna die about some f*cking clout
okay cool, i’m really with the sh*ts
time to see what he rapping about
*starzink has executed a battle rap pocket tap*
round!

[round 2: hunt keyz]
all that tapping on my pockets
well let’s keep it a hunnid
when push comes to shove, you ain’t take nothin
n*gga i almost fell asleep, when i heard bro round
everybody gotta die, but it’s your turn now
i really came from nothing, ebt, section eight
i started selling coke and pills
made about a hunnid, just to estimate
i told my moms, i’ll get her out the hood
she said pick a better way
so i’m going from k!lling n*ggas
to k!lling n*ggas let me demonstrate
i’m at your crib, masked up, trick or treat
bulldog and a pound, finna put a b*tch to sleep
faceshot (bow), i talking gin and tonic
but (bow) stomach shot
*keyz looks like he’s gonna barf*
i got him looking like he finna vomit
after that first round, you should of known i was finna k!ll em’
when this heat rise, this b*tch drop, he wendy williams
my og told me never get caught slippin’
you better hold your ratchet
you ain’t got yours ? for you it’s gone be so so tragic
‘cause i walk up on cuh wit that fo’ fo’ blastin’
til the clip empty, he thought i was done with em’
then more tools come out of nowhere like go go gadget
i know what ya’ll prolly thinking
gun rounds, gun rounds, gun rounds
this n*gga must love how them guns sounds
i mean he been talking bout guns since that one round
but look, i got shot 2016 and since then i ain’t put my gun down
i shoot the n*gga legs, how the f*ck he gone run now
look at mama little sunshine
before the sun rose, i had her son down
this n*gga praying to god like save me, some way some how
but the voice in my head like finish em’
i should of kept flying at his head like kung lao
i’m a celebrity with these, i’ll really leave star struck
i bully bullies, you just talk tough
if i don’t knock him out the machete on me
leave this b*tch n*gga carved up
then keep slicing star till i turn star into stardust
with a pen and pad, i really euthanize b*tches
they set you up this was a suicide mission

[round 2: starzink]
ayoooo!!!!! everybody chill in the back!!!
(naw they got an event in the back you gotta talk king)
i get it the one thing you gotta have in battle rap is believability
but you wanna talk street sh*t
to a n*gga that really lived on the street
this made up ass character you got
boy you treating battle rap like an rpg
*physicality levels rising* (naw we good)
i had enough of this, and i don’t condone it
but you know what, i’m a tell the truth on this stage
and i will own it
i remember them clowns walking in that triple beam
on a tightrope, i seen lions go through a fire round
do you get what that f*cking means
i’ll tell you the truth right now, and i’ll expose this
see i didn’t have to be part of the circus act
but i was the n*gga that choose it
but you n*ggas lie in ya’ll raps, first time you held a gun
you thought you was gone make the k!ll
n*gga the first time i held a gun that sh*t gave me chills
one day i was waving it around, my og grabbed me by collar
hop in the whip, let’s see if you got sk!ll
that night was a shootout, didn’t even involve us
boy sh*t got mad real
that very same night i seen a dead body
the sh*t had me mad ill
i had my parents asking me why the f*ck
i can’t close my eyes and pray over my meal
i was still seeing the dead body a motherf*cker i didn’t k!ll
ya’ll lie in ya raps though
ya’ll lie in ya raps, and it’s so insane
but you swear you wanna grind
when lux told calicoe, about how them shotgun sh*lls
it still ache his spine
but let me ask you a question keyz
you ever sat there, watch a n*gga soul leave his body
before a bullet rearrange his life [?]
or let me ask you keyz, you ever been sittin there watching…
you ever been walkin the streets with your homeboy
just being bored
n*ggas was bringing em sticks out
n*ggas was sweeping the streets, look like they doing chores
bullets flying over you and your man head
so both ya’ll hit the floor
only for you to stand up and
realize you have blood on your hands
and on the side of your face, but you realize it’s not yours
see i doubt that, see i doubt that
that’s why when i look at you, you are not a threat
you will never get my respect
in the streets, out the streets
in the army, out the army
boy ubr put you in front of a different vet
my life don’t come with these kids [?]
same consequences that you get
what you gone sit here and say i can’t talk to ya soul
well you right my n*gga, i get it, i did walk a mile in your shoes
n*gga i was so motherf*cka already outgrew those
we don’t talk alike bro, and it’s such insane
‘cause i swear to god, i understand that these motherf*ckas
talk gangsta and sh*t and they think
they ready for a n*gga to be slain
but one almighty push in the wrong direction
is why his mother about to know pain

[round 3: hunnit keyz]
ayyyy ayyy ayyy
look remember when i said ain’t have no personals
i mean it’s not personal, but i did like a little bit of research on you
you battled a mentally disabled dude, named trevon
posted on your soundcloud
huffing and puffing like you was rapping better
n*gga i will beat you with this 30, till you a vegetable
now you and trevon can share classes together
and stop all that tough guy sh*t, ain’t you from temecula
where white people hop out they mansions and leave in a benz
i’m from fillmore projects, we hop out
shoot you and whoever the f*ck seen the event
so keep still, or end up with the piece in the chin then (bow!)
make sure this little star never twinkle again
don’t think ‘cause i rap bout guns, that ain’t down to catch fades
i find out where your ass stay, boy i meet you half way
sike, (bow!) nina banging like lebron on a fast break
he get more bucks like milwaukee on draft day
ayyy ubr, i f*ck wit ya’ll
but i don’t give a f*ck about this battle with him
to tell the truth after this, i might not ever battle again
you…you still searching for the battle of your life
let me help you (bow!)
now he in a ambulance having a battle for his life
ayy with a pen and pad, i really euthanize b*tches
they set you up, this was a suicide mission

[round 3: starzink]
ayooooooo!!!!!!
he said i was about right*to be battling for my life [?]
boy that sh*t kept*make me mad tight [?]
that’s mad light, headshot, stomach shot, wait till his soul leave
then that get shot, ayooo my n*gga no
come here, come here, come here
*grabs stranger and points to keyz soul in the air*
you see it right there, this n*gga having his best performance
on his way meeting jesus christ
i done caught a body, just for those but wait
this my third round can i ask ya’ll some questions
who ya’ll want me to be
ya’ll want me to still keep being malik
or ya’ll want me go ahead and get into this old round
ya’ll want starzink, two guns, boy i’m about to spaz
and everything i unload, i’m a get very mad
i catch you and your homeboy in the whip, it’s gone get very bad
all ya’ll saw was two bodies flipping out the side of the sh*t
we was playing mario kart double dash
i’ll unload, wait…i still got more guns
they like wait how many guns do you need
boy i wear my heart on my sleeve
so i gotta keep the things that’s closest to me
boy i’m very really stupid, big ratchet
scope, rubber grip, boy this how my devil wear prada
(bow!) knock his brain off to the side
no worries for the rest of his days, hakuna matata
naw, two, four, nine, boy you bout to have more kids
hanging off your body then afrika bambaataa
i am not bout to play with you n*gga
what did you think was gone happen
kilo hunnit keyz, boy b*tch please
ya’ll was worried bout what this n*gga post on the gram
or worried about key lows
boy i swear to god i remember them days
i used to tell my n*ggas, bag up by the gram
my b*tches was bagging up by the kilos
boy i’m cold, i’m too nice with the sh*t
you only got the recognition that you got outside of this crowd
is because you already had this sh*t
don’t play with me dummy
i’m not the stupid one when i say this sh*t
you realize because you’re from new mexico…and i’m from cali
oh you from cali too, i respect the hustle
*daps up keyz*
but one thing i’m a tell you this right now
you better be careful bout the friends you keep around
or you gone end up like nipsey hussle
i’m on white…

- ubr foundation lyrics

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