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ave vs. jey the nitewing - urltv lyrics

[round 1: jey the nitewing]
rest in peace to my people back home
samo and solo, alex, uretta, lucien
r.i.p. slim and r.i.p. safe…

11*0!
back*to*back on the 11th nome!
feel like i walked here…
so k!llin’ ave for me? just another stretch of road
so you left the cave, huh?
well, it makes sense they sent nitewing to let you know
that you ain’t talkin’ to glueazy, and i done told them n*ggas to let you go!
b*tch, who the fu* hold this for me
b*tch, who the f*ck said you was new era!? ’cause it wasn’t us!
fonz vs. you, rookies vs. vets, right? so what the f*ck?

…wassup?

so what the f*ck?
nah, they said new era’s after t*top and all them
man, that sh*t dumb as f*ck
they wanna play all nice on twitter
mna, i should f*ck you up!
b*tch, this n*gga suspect!
jumped on our side just to get farther
been rappin’ since that n*gga head i.c.e was head water!
i look stupid, n*gga!?
he’s a pack!
this n*gga’s a pack!
this n*gga’s a pack!

i look stupid, n*gga!?
i’m ‘posed to forget what y’all was sayin’?
before the tournament, usin’ our name and was downplayin’?
and now you one of us, huh?
that’s ’cause you know your name downgradin’
you already had a foundation
was already a crowd favorite
now your style basic, outdated
clout*chasin’
who you outrankin’!?
we already got fonz at the table! what this clown bringin’!?
you d*mn right i’m checkin’ you, like barbie dolls stripped down naked
’cause i had a feelin’ i was gon’ see some p*ssy sh*t
found nathan!
dalmatian!

a pack!

dalmatian!
this is big dawg (dog) 101, but why bark for?
got me on ave wit’ this bullsh*t * i’m sn*tchin’ back the aux cord!
they very surprised, knowin’ how fast i’mma bury this guy
schrodinger’s cat: he get boxed dead or alive!
you tellin’ ’em lies!
left the cave, and now you rebrandin’
hidin’ in our class like there’s a shooter on campus
i can’t stand it…
how the f*ck i’m s’posed to endorse this sh*t!?
yeah, you back*to*back wit’ the punches
i’m back*to*back wit’ performances
you sorry b*tch!
you sorry b*tch!
i’m back*to*back wit’ performances
you sorry b*tch
(*jey chokes/stumbles*)
aaaaaa*aaagh!
nah, man
you sorry b*tch
it’s that nome effect, baby
you sorry b*tch!
hmm…”back*to*back wit’ performances”
you sorry b*tch
hmm, hmm…

it’s ain’t a question whether* see, i got it, man!
it ain’t a question whether i’m better than y’all!
dna showed us * the great shark ain’t never evolve!
who better to call? the one who apply the pressure!
yo’ height get measured!
it’s plenty suits for all y’all n*ggas to get sized together!
that mean, they bring out the best material for you, just like depression!
this sh*t a body!
ugly*ass death: the shinigami!
all of y’all die the same: i done hit a yahtzee!
try and stop me!
give your stomach a cut: it’s hydroxy!
after this*

no! no!
he’s a pack, n*gga!
he’s a pack!
after this, it’s gon’ be official (o’fficial): autopsy (all topsy)!
try and stop*
you’re not gettin’ me!
whole fam’ll get dropped if y’all sendin’ me
i’m talkin’ sister, mother * d*mn, the toxicity!
it’s bad for your kind!
whoa…
it’s bad for your kind
darryl daw*
(*jey loses his composure and briefly breaks out in a chuckling fit*)
now everybody excited, baby! let’s go
it’s bad for your kind
darryl dawkins: i’ll break the glass in your line
like i lost my thunder
you see the chalk? let that be ya sign
you outta ya mind!
you really not sh*t
i’m not surprised, b*tch
look who you rocked wit’
the cave roster (rasta) * bum, bum, bum! (bom*bom*bom)
what a plot twist!
i’m too much!
(*chuckles again*)
yo, my n*gga’s wildin’…
i’m too much!
two weeks or two months
i said, most*wanted on two weeks or two months
this gon’ be apbs wit’ jey, like reduced lunch
i’ll punch through you
yo, they like, “ezekiel elliott goin’ crazy right now”
that’s how i’ll undo you
’cause i’m gonna laugh when the hospital staff rushin’ liters of blood to you
keep your heads up and hold your balance
’cause if you ever gonna beat jey, just know fallin’ will get you stretched
i’ll turn ave into a freeway
now i said, “ave”, i said “freeway”, “snow fallin'”
yeah, that sh*t’s kinda crazy, right?
but that’s just me throwin’ the type punches ave’ll land just (avalanche) just to break the ice!
jey the nite! you can not debate!
you ’bout to die today
new era how, p*ssy!?
huh? you got your flowers late?
well, sh*t, y’all already gave me beas’ (bees) job
so f*ck it, i’ll throw a pile on nate (pollinate)!
it stops today!
big mad * f*ck out my face

[round 1: ave]
y’all ready?
i said, it’s ’bout time somebody finally put me face*to*face wit’ this b*tch!
my first rookies vs. vets plate coulda waited a bit
the fonz work was well, peep
but he done had to kiss tha game goodbye
yeah, i done gave jey the (jada) first l, p (lp)
but now we here, and we gon’ make sure that the rules clear
you want smoke? ‘tell me’ from the jump like dru hill
’cause if he take it past rap
y’all gon’ think he rikishi seein’ a samoan dropped on the face…ask (ass) smack!
’cause i’ll nap a n*gga!
either that, or your jaw broke, mark
i’ll take it farther
swear to god, don’t start
ar with a scope and a shoulder stock
muzzle on, no bark
yeah, tell the mechanic i brought advance(d) auto parts!
you brought your squad?
tell ’em, “don’t get involved wit’ the threat noise”
’cause i’ll spark
so i advise you, “walk with some pep, boys”
and don’t stop until you almost gone
’cause b*tch, i’m raisin’ and blazin’ at anything that’s in this auto zone (autozone)!
the f*ck you on!?
yeah, i tote chrome ’cause i’m a fighter* and i’m a fighter
i just can’t jack gettin’ k!lled (jacket and kilt) like roddy piper
so tonight, bruh, you feel as if you wanna take it that far?
i’m goin’ to the trunk on a king: it ain’t babar!
so tell your man he should bury all those plans
i got hands, and i’ll let that heavy auto blam
’cause i’m wit’ all smoke, fam’
boy, i’m not the one to play wit’, king
yeah, i’m more of a eddy gordo fan!
the f*ck you sayin’?
you ain’t king of this culture!
you’se a dweeb and i told ya!
plus them n*ggas that you be wit’ is choca!
i’ll dump the grip, and if it’s more left to squeeze in the toaster
i owe jey (oj) some mo’: now he a mimosa!
i done told ya!
i’m all for the action, talk cheapest
which means i done left jermaine cold (cole) on the off*season
or either give his broad the blazer
if this p*ssy n*gga really a mechanic, he should alternate her (alternator)
oh, n*ggas sayin’, “that’s a broad.”
man, f*ck his wife!
i’ll give her two to (tutor) the head like she don’t suck d*ck right
or we could fight and you’ll get tortured, dummy

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