jey the nitewing vs. madface - urltv lyrics
[round 1: jey the nitewing]
i’m only here ‘cause smack won’t let me graduate
wrong n-gga to aggravate
like i’m too low-energy for the main stage…but that’s okay
’cause as of late, ain’t too many on that stage that can match my pace
i’d rather stay down here where n-ggas is hungry…sn-tch ya plate
let me elaborate
n-gga, no man in front of me could p-ss for great!
i’m cut from a different cloth
the only reason i called her prolly is to (polyester) show y’all what ya tryin’ to fabricate
n-gga, say what you have to say
it won’t matter, face
you gotta casket waitin’
and when they p-ss your grave
“here lies reggie cooke”, that’s what they called him when he had a face
you know who you talkin’ wit’?
well it’s nice to meet you face
you can call me “fist”
f-ck what they call you now, it’s “mad face”, right?
well they called me up to calm you down
n-gga i punch in, general n-gga, soon as i get the call and pound
my n-gga you basically f-cked
n-ggas that told you about me wasn’t makin’ sh-t up
even ya mama tried to warn you n-gga, keep makin’ that face and get stuck
straight from the cuff
oh you wanna skip the pg cl-ss? that’s fine watch jey get him snuck
i’m from the dollar state, in that we trust
he like, “that mean what?”
ayo camera man, as soon as you hear that, that means “cut”
“d-mn jey. that was the homie!”
exactly…was
n-gga norbes what is this?
y’all best friends or some sh-t, there’s gotta be more than business
i done made a career off of reggie cook’s on mad face’s, i don’t see how yours is different
he must like you a lot of regions wanna see god call ya ticket if he ain’t force you in it
you a simple b-tch, what good is that richmond (rich man) sh-t if you out here makin’ poor decisions
i’ma k!ll you slow, this for all the suckers on the page, thought reggie would be enough
i see y’all ain’t used to f-ckin’ wit’ a jey i’ll leave the crime scene nasty
the autopsy won’t be comin’ in for days
sh-t they gonna be lookin’ at that sh-t a couple different ways
how it’s lookin’ tonight?
aye y’all know it’s pure dope whenever i write
and i ain’t tryin’ to teach y’all how to fish scale but i got this hook you can bite
maybe just slap box, since smack playin’ i make it look like a fight
you in the presence of a king n-gga
oh you got bars? so do these n-ggas
but you must think that you real different
think outside the box all you want to, you still in it
you outta ya league wit’ me
they like, “how you gonna k!ll ’em jey?” easily
y’all keep sayin’ he decent i throw a seed on him for decency
i’m mean wit’ it
i don’t give f-ck, i b-tch up n-ggas who been tough
when they talk about face you’ll hear from those who beared witness, he got trimmed up
n-gga fall back, where he get blood on the goat tee (goatee), i ain’t want that
made him fall back, body all f-cked up, even had to get his soul patched
c’mon smack, what am i not doin’?
i’m outside wit’ it, he not stupid
otherwise it’s rosa parks he in the front and he not movin’
type to be actin’ bad
then those (thanos) same n-ggas get snapped in half
so what’s he really on? thanos? snapped in half?
yeah that was very strong
y’all think he mad face’d, now wait ’til the end to see if fury gone
it’s early though
king
[round 2: jey the nitewing]
it’s come to my attention that my success is somethin’ that n-ggas got a problem wit’
i don’t talk about gun violence, slangin’ drugs, i’m past all of it
all this acknowledgment i’ve been gettin’ and i don’t even acknowledge it
“jey, why you ain’t active on twitter?”
“for what n-gga?
talk some sh-t?”
yo, if there was somethin’ i needed to say that needed to be said, i was willin’ to die for it
lil’ somethin’ i wanted to say but ain’t need to say…swallowed it
y’all can keep tryin’ to pause that, that’s why the gun play always follows it
see i’m from an upbringing where bringin’ some sh-t up gotta consequence
same call behind ya for miles, i’m used to a different followin’
now you prolly thinkin’, what’s this got to do witchu?
nothin’, that’s the best part
why write all three rounds about you when i’m who they check for?
nitewing, you know, used to be robbin’ (robin)
that’s what i used to do, broad day, your neighbors would’ve thought we was the movin’ crew
i’m talkin’ everything from arm robbery to petty theft, you know the usual
so in a sense, right now you trailin’ to a jack, boy (jakkboy) but that ain’t new to you
now that must suck
i understand the name now cause i’d be mad as f-ck
the n-gga don’t even be speakin’ english half the time and he p-ssed you up
what is that?
(jakkanese)
right, right, right, what’s that? jakkanese?
jakka please, both y’all n-ggas trash to me
and lil’ bro gettin’ his -ss kicked
same way his name ain’t blow up fast enough, cause he couldn’t do jack (jakk) sh-t
but this the n-ggas they book for you
claim to know the code, it just look loyal
so you tryin’ to talk to tink huh?
well after they release him i’ll k!ll him and tell him to look for you
believe me, i’ll cut a n-gga off quicker than them tv’s
this n-gga be up here talkin’ ’bout he “want the smoke” but sound a lil’ wheezy
duck, duck, goose, sound like wing wit’ a three piece
and my n-gga look at you
thinkin’ you gon’ take the scene if you just say some things
well sure enough, they doin’ these banned jersey’ed up, guess you ain’t make the team
whatchu gon’ take from me?
you battlin’ self doubt, your awkward stance is what makes you bleed
the fixture to your diction, it ain’t one of us you can make believe
and you, and you don’t believe in yourself enough to raise esteem
can’t even call yourself a man yet, how the f-ck is you supposed to face a king?
i can still smell the milk on ya breath, the acne facial cream
ya mad face just seem like p-b-scence
this too reckless, got you lookin’ up at a star wit’ a death wish
who you testin’?
you va n-ggas, need to save these affairs for a veteran
without question i’ll k!ll you, your shadow and your reflection
this ain’t rec’ this is nothin’
this is less than nothin’, y’all n-ggas know who y’all playin’ wit’?
battle rap keeps hittin’ a ceilin’ cause y’all n-ggas ain’t sayin’ sh-t
i’ve studied everything about you n-gga
your battles, your movements, this is basic sh-t
i prepared these rounds for a better you that, that you can’t even face me wit’
you’d have more of a life if you put into it that effort that i put into takin’ it
write that down n-gga
norbes, you must love seein’ wing with these feather weights
you keep goin’ to the dmv just to send me plates
i mean y’all kept tabs on him so i’m sure you thought reggie straight (registrate), how ’bout now?
registrate?
how many more times i gotta demonstrate?
stay in a peasant’s place
the gloves ain’t even off yet, i want n-ggas to call you “leatherface” from all the lefts you ate
gon’ bring candles, flowers, i’m eatin’ all the food when i’m at ya wake
won’t know if it’s a funeral or a house warming
well either way he in a better place
this is ya last mistake
and i’m feelin’ like warren sapp today
cause if y’all like me in miami y’all gon’ love me in tampa bay
[round 3: jey the nite wing]
not as easy as it look, is it, reggie?
aye, you know this is it, right?
i love how n-ggas think they could walk on water, and then they realize they on thin ice
’til they family start mournin’ (morning), regret the day that he met nite (night)
yeah, i’ll prob’ly get life
find my fingerprints on his windpipe
said that sh-t wrong
on his neck, they’ll find jey prints (j prince)…couldn’t get a response
this summer, i’m gettin’ surgical
n-ggas wanna act like they murder-proof
big hat, no cattle – n-gga, i ain’t even…herd (heard) of you
and the doc’ll call it in under two minutes so it ain’t reversible
the nerve of you n-ggas
i mean, you really think you crazy
f-ck around and get clocked out early – they gon’ think you lazy
you ain’t like the marines? that’s fine
the n-ggas who find you will be with the navy
i ain’t wit’ the games, my n-gga
aye, remember you told profit that?
you joined the marines, but wasn’t proud of that?
turns out that’s where the cowards at
sh-t’s goin’ down, it’s up to you
droppin’ bombs where a child was at…
he said that
b-tch, i ain’t serve a day in my life…even i knew that
so you mean to tell me yo’ recruiter ain’t tell you that sh-t from the jump, my n-gga?
you ain’t see no f-ckin’ movies?
we were soldiers, black hawk- forrest gump, my n-gga?
gotta be the dumbest n-gga in the roll call – i can see it, too
“atten-hut! alright, men, shoot to k!ll!”
this n-gga – “wait, what?”
you mean to tell me you went through six weeks of basic-
[madface]
three months
[jey the nitewing]
oh, okay, that makes it better. three months
(-chuckles-)
i’m not convinced
i can tell by your vernac’ you educated, and that’s common sense
my theory as to why you joined the military, you’d just gotten sick of walkin’ around ya mama crib wit’ nothin’ on you but pocket lint
what that got you in?
runnin’ drills, your heart beatin’ in your esophagus
got you second-guessin’ yourself about the consequence
it wasn’t ’bout no children
you just wasn’t willin’ to die for this
so i find it funny you got the nerve to criticize how the n-gga profit did
’cause you can understand the politics, how the war started, who profited
but if one round in one battle is the only way you acknowledge it, who’s the coward then?
tryna act brave
ain’t runnin’ none of that sh-t past jey
too afraid to speak up, just standin’ there wit’ a mad face!
you p-ssy, n-gga!
these type of n-ggas i don’t sympathize
you sit wit’ guys in the living room, drinkin’ beers just to b-tch and whine
’bout how the government f-cked up and how racism is systemized
but all you’ve done is share a post of our people gettin’ victimized
see, we on different sides
i done seen too much to just criticize
i been a part of two school shootings that wasn’t televised ’cause only n-ggas died!
my n-gga slim just-
nah! nah! nah! nah, n-gga!
i’mma talk to this n-gga!
relax!
see, we on different sides
i done seen too much to just criticize
i been a part of two school shootings that wasn’t televised ’cause only n-ggas died!
my n-gga slim just died, and the pig that k!lled him still made it home before dinnertime!
so excuse me if i come off just a lil’ bit desensitized!
you n-ggas know how to sound tough!
got a mad face, but now what!?
yeah, it might not be up to you, but sh-t been goin’ down, bruh!
officer jared keller!
if not for you, i’d have had a different outcome!
i hope you die a decorated officer when n-ggas light your f-ckin’ house up!
i mean that!
and n-ggas know i don’t even promote violence
but today it seem like if it don’t go that route, then it go silent
met up wit’ the mayor, and you know he tried to keep the sh-t so quiet!
stop shootin’ us in the back, and we probably won’t riot!
my n-gga died on his hands and knees!
not even like a dog ’cause if they did that sh-t to a dog, he’d face criminal charges!
he got a couple weeks off, but what really got my mind re-spinnin’
is he’d been a cop for only three years – it’s the second time he did it!
f-ck the spd!
f-ck the mayor and the news, bruh!
f-ck that retired pig that said he would’ve shot my n-gga sooner!
rest in peace to my n-gga slim!
this ain’t even somethin’ he’d want me to do
big-hearted – he’d probably forgive the officer, too!
and if he was standin’ right here, i know exactly what he’d want me to do
get right m-th-f-ckin’ back to talkin’ to you!
so i’mma finish this
’cause now we know what our difference is
you can turn these people into your fans
i’ll turn these fans into witnesses!
(-crowd goes absolutely nuts and starts yelling “3-0!” as loudly as possible-)
relax…i’ll wrap it up
i want the business, b-tch!
i’ll show up to richmond and treat you like you visitin’
“madface”, better fix that
whole family get b-tch-slapped
let his dad try to run up like, “oh, you think you big man?”
b-tch, i’ll get this light-skin n-gga shipped: they’ll call him sinbad!
don’t play wit’ me!
tell the next n-gga stay away from me!
king!
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