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swamp vs. your honor - urltv lyrics

[round 1: your honor]
i”m from the district
(yes the f-ck he is)

you wear the smallest chains in battle rap
truly, you got the ugliest hype men/battle rap groupies
i heard you rap, you sound like t.i. with a lil’ boosie
you got the same beard as every bad guy in disney movies
you look like you blame beatin’ yo’ girl on wine coolers
two minutes? f-ck it
true story, my n-gg- brock gotta new gun
he said it’s called a “chris vet”
the bolt travels down so recoil ain’t a mess
it go from single to double to automatic…we test
with an ambidextrous safety for the right and the left
i said, “sheesh! it do all that? that’s a bet.”
but you know me, out in richmond, i gotta take the tec (tech)
he said, “with all these new features and you still want the tec? what’s that?!”
it’s simple, you can’t copy respect
off top, you ain’t get paid
that just mean, it ain’t worth bein’ disrespectful and catchin’ fades
cause do you know what happens to a north carolina n-gg- who get hit wit’ a 12 gauge?
(what?)
same thing that happens to any other n-gg- who get hit wit’ a 12 gauge
his body gon’ be on the stage, but his head gonna fly the heck off
his head gon’ be over there…but i’m still here…tryin’ to get his neck off
his neck gonna be over there, but i’m still here tryin’ to get his chest off
his chest gonna be over there, but i’m still here tryin’ to get the rest off
broad day, bright and early, head off like he shirley
with a new .40, but the b-tch don’t look a day over 30
the clip hold 17 but today over 30
cause i’m tryin’ to give three n-gg-s 10 each like girly
broad day boom! i’m in, all kinds of mad
tommy, mag, shotty, mask and a body bag
one bedroom so “where he at?” i don’t gotta ask
i slide across the carpet, poke him and shock his -ss
scalpel to his face, i’m an artist, so i mold his -ss
two in his head while i dance, forensics say i cloned
the inf’ on the glock, the judge thought we played laser tag
sh-t, we was in that b-tch recreatin’ breaking bad
speakin’ of breaking bad, i dare a devil to try me and see what the real ’bout
throw a mansion party, it’ll be a haunting in that hill house
laser on this .45? ahhh, i can’t explain it right
let’s just say the beam on this smith bright
you can have that marvel sh-t, ’cause that’s what the nerds watch
i pull a de out a suitcase, the code word? bird box
stretch an op’, aim a ceilin’ and leave a knot
moral of that story, we been netflix and chillin’ on the block
ten toes down i’m stuck, i need permission just to hop
(bro can i go and get him?)
yeah you got him chop
front door, “where swamp at?”
“he at work!”
“whatchu lyin’ for?” blaow
“where swamp at?….you takin’ too much time wh-r-.”
blaow!
“where swamp at?”
“he leavin’ work, but it’s kinda far.”
if swamp come home to a swept house
this k? five star, try ’em out
i’m on the block wit’ rocks they eye it out
catch me postin’ at the nearest corner like time out
what this kind ’bout?
.45 fellas when we ride out
he talkin’ sh-t? well mine’ll log all that sh-t he talkin’ ’bout
pull up on him like, “you said that in march. five counts.”
but i approach dj drect then wild out
blaow! blaow! honor b-tch, who playin’ now?
knock him out, knock his b-tch out, then hit the man child
if this man loud, one arm cross the other
the d-mn growl went from seein’ a sham god to meetin’ a sham wow
i’m grown, just look at the difference in muscle tone
i’ll bury swamp in a swamp so he can feel right at home
weak n-gg-

[round 1: swamp]
i said richmond what up?
let’s eat
they said the dmv ain’t gonna f-ck wit’ a country -ss n-gg- like that, well let’s see
get ya dinner set
cause while y’all feastin’ i’ma show this b-tch -ss n-gg- i’m the same n-gg- in real life that i am on the internet
first off, i put in too much f-ckin’ work to be battlin’ you
told myself, “f-ck a battle. this n-gg- gettin’ snuffed the f-ck out”
then i thought about it
all the times i sat in the court room and couldn’t say a motherf-ckin’ word
this the first time your honor gettin’ cussed the f-ck out
now your last battle with bear witnez i had to bear witness to a dirty -ss t-shirt, ya tank top hangin’ out
stomach showin’, ya drawers showin’ and a pair of f-ckin’ khaki’s
what you out here battlin’ for free or somethin’?
then yo’ dumb-ss had on a dirty -ss redskins quarterback sleeve on
f-ck you thought you was rg3 or somethin’?
but you from the district
n-gg- who gives a sh-t?
you still a b-tch, i’m nice with a gun
my b-tch do black magic, what you want a bullet or some wizard sh-t?
cause you ain’t too good wit’ these mirror matches, i can tell
look at this n-gg- here, sh-t it give you a different feel
this sh-t gon’ be just like f-ckin’ with a bbw, you guaranteed to get a meal (mil’)
any business of mine i ‘tend to it
he took a .40 to the head he under the influence
but i ain’t gotta shoot these b-tches
i just let the pistol pat his scalp like when my b-tch weave itchin’
cause if i shoot you gon’ get more than grazed
f-ck around and make the morning page
n-gg- you corny, type to take the top off the lamps in the crib and toss them across the room
muhf-cka just be throwin’ shade
you either is or you not ’bout the sh-t
don’t think just cause you be all the way in the district i won’t pull up and hop out that b-tch on yo’ street
drivin’ wit’ my knee
one hand on the draco the other one on the do’ handle ready to hop out that b-tch
i’m a grimy f-cker
i wit’ all of the sh-ts when it goes down and under
i love the cowboys but i like new orleans cause i could either be a saint or a bounty hunter
every pistol i own blue steel but the grip all rubbery
you will never catch not one of these n-gg-s in my motion of discovery
no why? ’cause the minute a b-tch make a motion they gon’ have to discover him
now my grandma tried to stop me on my way out the do’ tellin’ me, “i can’t believe you gon’ miss service for a battle
just to get on stage just to prove who the lyin’ fraud.”
i said, “no, ma’am. the lord sent me on this mission
i’m on my way to richmond to give honor to god.”
swamp town!

[round 2: your honor]
you said…
no, no, no one of your mans said…
f-ck it, glock .9, it’s the only thing that’s been on my mind
nah i’m lyin’
i do got a question for all the fans and the n-gg-s that rhyme
do y’all mind if i use his real sh-t and redefine?
like for instance, you always think you takin’ some sorta real n-gg- rhymin’ route
just because it start with “have you ever” or “what you know about”
that’s the only thing you need to sound real? let me try it out
whatchu know about…sprinklin’ frosted flakes over spaghetti ’cause you can’t afford seasons?
whatchu know about the refrigerator light goin’ out so you don’t even know whatchu eatin’?
n-gg- please, that sh-t ’bout weaker than yo’ songs
where don’t do that where i’m from
’cause that just puts a bad representation on our moms
but b-tch n-gg-s like this, love that kinda sh-t
throwin’ moms under the bus cause his clothes ain’t fit
n-gg- you ate when you was hungry you got shots when you was sick
you made it to see 18, after that…that’s it!
what you chose to do wit’ yo’ life as an independent b-tch
can’t be defined by the fact that yo’ father wasn’t sh-t
but it’s another notion, they got this other notion that somehow ’cause he grew up without heat
that somehow means he go harder than me
i don’t get that
he worse you grew up the bigger yo’ heart? that sh-t wack
i seen a n-gg- who had nothin’…still get b-tch-slapped!
i knew a n-gg- who had it all still push yo’ sh-t back
i’m talkin’ goonie goons, i swear to god all my n-gg-s go hard
try and roast me, and i’ma introduce you to the squad
fame; isiah thomas, short and reckless but a lotta effort
doc; klay thomp’ he pick, pop then he back protectin’
bob? popovich for two reasons, cause he got aggression
and he don’t care if he miss the shot he just care more ’bout the shot selection
blaow! when i lay the smack down (smackdown) i ain’t watchin’ wrestlin’
blaow! when my knee hit the ground i ain’t gon’ pop the question
bow! gimme yo’ glock, forget this lecture
swamp, d-mn bob you ain’t tell me the b-tch was pregnant
whatchu havin’ octoplets? sh-t n-gg-, that’s a litter
let me know if you need a break, i got the perfect babysitter
don’t worry ’bout his background, i bet my life on him
i’ll bet the house on him
he gon’ take care of these kids for free, i can vouch for him
stop and warn him, it’s an old cat, they don’t make ’em this big
you want beef? then try me, i’m in the steak and rib biz
he gon’ try it, say he don’t like it, it’s too late for this sh-t
he already gon’ be in critical, make a wish kid
with a left hook, revolver in his face, this how death look
he went from battle rapper to gettin’ visits from westbrook
blaow, blaow, but he ain’t know it’s westbrook cause his vision a lil’ fuzzy
then paul george walked in behind him like, “hey little buddy.”
then i come in behind him so you know it’s gettin’ ugly
with a new banana clip to keep the k from gettin’ chubby
blaow!
break yo’ sh-t in one swing
honor n-gg-

[round 2: swamp]
we gotta try the your honor sh-t
you look like you rap about the lives of the real n-gg-s in yo’ city then try to convince us that they livin’ through you
no, no, no
you look like you tell people ya family members ain’t sh-t when really you just be wantin’ to borrow money and ain’t n-body wanna give it to you
no, no, no
you look like you still stay in ya mom’s bas-m-nt
but you got your own door down there so when b-tches come and chill you just tell ’em, “look, we just gonna chill in my man cave.”
you look like baow! another dumb -ss n-gg- that’ll get shot in his d-mn face
cause all that hehe haha comedian sh-t, i ain’t feelin’ it bro
so for every knock, knock, it’s a pop pop, now which one of you other motherf-ckers wanna finish the joke?
cause n-gg- this right here, this is where the fun stops
he asked for the fade, and got it
but still got his sh-t blew (blue) to the side like yung joc
typical battle rap n-gg-s, talkin’ ’bout guns knowin’ they ain’t got none
okay maybe you do, but we know d-mn well you ain’t shot nothin’
old young -ss n-gg-, only good for one round {gun clicks} n-gg- so is this shot gun
and it’s murder when it spits
i feel like alonzo in training day i can get surgical with this b-tch
or it’s the mac’s firin’
whole team with .30’s to his dome, extension hangin’ off the side of his sh-t like mackk myron
i ain’t wit’ all the exchangin’ words
i ain’t wit’ all the arguin’ dummy
i used to pullin’ up with the cans out or the hands out, quicker than a n-gg- borrowin’ money
you better ask ’bout me down there bro, i bet they tell you, “don’t start wit’ dude. he’ll spark a tool
he a son of a gun and he a (he’ll) pop just like his father do
that motherf-cker be catchin’ bodies, but never no cases…b-tch, cause this revolver do
now let me talk to you
you look pure sickening
last round your breath was horrible you need listerine
you play with me i’ma grip the thing
the drum stick (drumstick) will leave ’em all flat like most b-tches like they chicken wings
this can go however the f-ck you want
i can beat the f-ck outta ya dirty filthy -ss, bare hands; no strap
or i can shoot a n-gg- fitted off from a 100 yards with a rifle; no cap
cause you one of them n-gg-s that’s only loud in a quiet room
but me, i’m a silent goon
i don’t mind, everything about me action, i even start my conversations off with “aight boom”
so f-ck ya honor, ya pride, ya dignity
cause where we from that sh-t “mini compton”
guns? plenty options
leg shot; diddy boppin’
chest shot; he milly rockin’
this little black b-tch will get smack’d white; let’s get it poppin’!

[round 3: your honor]
you said…nah one of your mans said
f-ck it, glock .9
nah i’m playin’ this time, it worked in the second, i don’t need it to work in the third my mind
listen up, the word of the day is “money”
it’s also the root to all evil
but it’s also the root to all happiness, so you know a n-gg- goin’ to break even
i suggest you don’t sell your soul for this money, but don’t be no dummy, but don’t be greedy
cause protecting yourself and protecting your wealth ain’t easy
that’s something- you can take that back to south carolina
anywho, if i run in yo’ house!
if i run in yo’ house? just stay ‘sleep, it’s no need to fake bruh
cause that’ll only get you taped up
and get yo’ b-tch face f-cked
play wit’ us
if you happen to be woke and i walk in, just point me to the safe bruh
and go back to sleep cause we gon’ get what we came for…and be gone before you wake up
i promise
boy, we been out here poppin’ them pistols
if you love yo’ mama, don’t make her miss you
you got a problem with honor or issue
you best take it back, that problem a rental
your b-tch come to my house, with a box full of tissues
cause she knows she catchin’ some missiles
she know it spit like it’s cripple
we don’t convict, we the criminal
we do that sh-t, y’all didn’t do
f-ckin’ yo b-tch, it’s gettin’ loose
you flinch, you get hit wit’ two
if you snitch, you be missin’ too
i’ll f-ck around, split his roof
knock him out, chip his tooth
100 round, different move
one gettin’ stuck in yo’ chest, other gettin’ through
i’ll have him and him k!ll you and you
i wasn’t even supposed to make it out
what are the odds, pure savagery
the whole time believin’ in god
blong blong! in his backseat
i get rid of his mom then finish him with a silverback ow ah ow ah!
you an op’
ow ah! n-gg-
it’s the last bar to show you what i’m about
moral of the story, you’se an op’
if you gave me the safety pin and a piece of string and put me in a box
for 24 straight hours…i’ll come out with a glock!
honor n-gg-!

[round 3: swamp]
look, look, i said i been trippin’ real bad lately
feelin’ like my people been turnin’ on me and feelin’ like i don’t need my b-tch
not trustin’ a motherf-ckin’ thing
sometimes i even stab my cereal before i eat my sh-t
now when it came to the streets, i didn’t ask to be in ’em
neither did i volunteer for this
are you hearin’ this?
i learned to work the keys listening to the og’s
like when you play music by ear and sh-t
now instead of that, instead of streets i should’ve stuck to playin’ ball
scouts tellin’ me there wasn’t a peak for my limit
but i still became a serious shooter
i’m just learnin’ to start enjoyin’ the sh-t like kawhi leonard
i got rid of all of the no good muhf-ckas tryin’ to ruin the team
i told my last b-tch, “look, it’s a hole in the mattress. in other words i see you in the spring.”
cause where i come from, n-gg- be watchin’ ya food long before you even get to make a plate
the streets, my debit card
both had my name on ’em and an expiration date
growin’ up with nothin’ had me runnin’ up on n-gg-s takin’ everything they got to offer
i mean runnin’ all through muhf-ckas sh-t, like black people do in the doctor’s office
i came in this b-tch with the same pistol i started wit’
even saved the last bullet for the motherf-cker that get on my last patience
i got faith in this b-tch like i got faith in my whip
when the e light on and i’m drivin’ past all the gas stations
so if it’s beef don’t talk to me, i’ll spark the heat
had a tool talkin’ the kickback like mike jack’, got a n-gg- moonwalkin’
now that sh-t was basic, i’ll admit it
plus i’m talkin’ ’bout catchin’ a body, yeah i repent it
but it was a code for the next n-gg- that think he may k!ll i might jack son (michael jackson)
i’ll be back slidin’ wit’ it
in this battle rap sh-t, y’all might not believe it but i’m the new man in this
you disagree? cannon’s lift
grippin’ two pounds, like when you arguin’ witcha b-tch and you know she got hands and sh-t
cause wit’ this sh-t i’m too comfortable
and you was just a lunchable
i was always taught to cover my own -ss
like if you say “grace” i say one right after you
just in case god don’t f-ck witchu
now i got n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout they gon’ pull up
(like that ain’t a bad plan or something!)
i ain’t givin’ a chance
i kicked in the door, him and his mom in the kitchen eatin’ seafood
i bend the corner, he like, “where you came from? i ain’t seen you.”
i upped the pistol
he like, “swamp i told you. whatever problems we had i ain’t mean to. i put that on my mama.”
pointed the gun at that b-tch like, “me too.”

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