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t-rex vs. eazy the block captain - urltv lyrics

[round 1: eazy the block captain]

i think we did enough talkin’, let’s get straight to it
this n*gga not dumb, he just play stupid
and i will not fall for it, randy
that’s why i’m loadin’ up a extra shot
it’s mr. don’t*give*a*f*ck*if*you*a*vet*or*not
i got the drop on opps
’bout to play jenga with these old ass n*ggas:
take ’em out one by one, that’s how you put a block on top
n*gga, i’m built for all this sh*t
we ’bout to bring it back to when the feel was different
bring back that old school sh*t
talk about guns, drums and how i bought my plug(*)in like a pro tool kit
you know what’s funny though? cuz you summoned the n*gga
you say “easy” all the time now your last words is in front of you, n*gga
and he don’t f*ck witchu, n*gga
f*ck debatables, i’m confirmin’ all k!lls
this trap sh*t: all real
took care of my kids, family, even became superman to them small ‘villes
n*gga, you a weirdo… with a name! don’t lie
the respect we have for you is what keep you alive
we barely understand you, you can’t breathe… just die!
n*gga, so have sympathy for a crackhead, i won’t!
give a f*ck, i don’t! your behavior i don’t condone
i picked up when you left and sh*t
then put you back on the court for your second wind when you delonte’*west this sh*t
and you created the lane i’m in? how? wasn’t no work to it
y’all was just there; the first to it
my options was never rap, it was a g*pack; i had to turn to it
i was muslim living with my grandmom so i had to listen to church music
let’s get deeper: that danny situation, yeah, let’s get into that
i don’t like how ya’ll hee*hee and haha’d, y’all shocked me y’all still interact
cuz if it was me, my demons woulda took effect
you woulda paid me back or i’d have got my strap
or 12 dot mobb members woulda gave me a stack
cal said it’s wrestling? yeah, cuz y’all’d have been tortured over a rack
n*gga, this path one way, it’s a crash course when our lanes intersect
oh, you a legend? so we get points if we get this n*gga checked
my man wanted to be on a don diva magazine so he asked me for the wreck
so i sent the shine to my shooter, i said “well, get that n*gga rex”
bullet send him back to grind time, it go in d*rect
make a statue out this n*gga: bring back the vintage rex
you sold a few 8 b*lls; you don’t really get down like that
some of ya stories shouldn’t even sound like that
you say bullsh*t then throw your hat on the floor
that’s cuz the best lines in your round be cap
behind the scenes i keep a clip
i will send a extendo at you, you piece of sh*t
it will be draft day: you know how many rounds i’ll give up to get my pick?!
n*gga, youse a b*tch!
i.c.e. threw champagne in your face, y’all cool now… these n*ggas trippin’!
you forgave i.c.e., danny forgave you: this parallel universe got a lot of b*tches in it!
n*gga, this a hit! n*gga, fight back!
i got paid to see if you might rap
we set the bar code here; let caffeine scan for covid, i scan for price checks
i done used my last stamp to write a b*tch who i knew wasn’t gon’ write back
talk through my rounds, you’ll get shot in ya mouth… but you might like that
you nut*ass freak bul!
you gon’ need oxycontin for the type of pain that i bring forth
n*gga, you p*ssy! you came to philly and battled tay roc and that n*gga had your chain on
think about it: i was already a made bul
even after chores, had two options; go outside or throw the game on
end result: left the streets dirty like when the parade gone
i’m tired of dude; dot mobb? yeah, you ridin’, that’s true
but then you had problems with shine, then problems with mook
then problems with roc; p*ssy, the problem was you
that’s why it’s no respect for y’all
didn’t snake eyez just leave? showing no support to the only n*gga that was reppin’ y’all
talkin’ ’bout “grown man bars is something we gotta deal wit'”
how? when everybody fire left ya squad? that don’t equal up to no real sh*t
n*gga, i will smack him and act like this n*gga don’t know what happened
it’ll be smack or cassidy crib: act stupid around the captain
n*gga, if i talk guns then i got it, this body ’bout to be iconic
y’all can have nome one through ten, from eleven to twenty, n*gga, i got it!
gutta, n*gga

[round one: t*rex]

grown man bars: somethin’ he gotta deal wit’
no matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said, it ain’t gon’ equal up to this real sh*t

i knew your girlfriend… i’m cool with du
but all du could do is beg me what not to do to you
and i told her i’ma respect that, i see that through and through
but if she wanna play the middleman, them bullets’ll go through her so they can to get to you
i had to play the internet so i could watch eazy
but his battles, they bored me; it was something i couldn’t watch easy
here’s a jewel: i told him i’ll let it ring for that watch, eazy
concert in heaven; i’ll send you up there to watch eazy
i got b*tches that let me send weed to their house
i pay all the bills so they could live rent free in their house
i told ’em to bring geechi so the two cs could bang out
but instead they brung me you; it look like i took the easy way out
eazy ain’t nothin’! eazy ain’t hustlin’!
only pies he ever cooked was in a easy*bake oven
i put grams on the table, i told eazy to take somethin’
but he was bluffin’, eazy know it ain’t easy to pay for it
i don’t use the microwave, not at all, ahk
my craft is like stuffing, i’m taking it to the stove top
whole wop, momma let me stretch it in a old pot
call me “snowfall”, i made the price on the coke drop
if this was class, it’ll be cocaine work shop
sh*t, i don’t know how much cut that your work got
but the grams is starting to stay on top and they won’t drop
stashbox; i’m ready for a roadblock
think the police gon’ pull me over? i hope not!
this funny lookin’ n*gga remind me of chris rock
and then he teamed with the tranny lover; when the culture let this rock?
i got all kinda sh*t in store like thrift shop
i’ll get attempt murder, you won’t even attempt shots
i’ll clap him from feet to his spit box
doctors said “what kind of shape he in?” he said “tip top”
his b*tch got, mouth stronger than a pit lock
twin glocks, clappin’ on the floor like flip flops
this n*gga beatin’ me? eazy buggin’
i’ve worked hard to build this lane, i ain’t have easy nothin’
beasley love him, his career was easy for him
but ask eric; it ain’t right whenever eazy does it
you had a 2 on 2 when you had roc with you, i don’t rock with you
akeem, the floor is what i lied you on once i rocket you
i see the opp in you so your death is optional
covid: i hook up to a machine and a hospital
he asked me for 500 grams of coke: “ay, can i get it?” sure!
then he told me his scale said 440… felt like my sh*t was short
i said his vision off; actually, i gypped the bul
y’all n*ggas know that i’m neighborhood so i took 60 off
i’m being real, they might not like you after this performance
where i’m from, we deal with h: if we can’t get it for you, we get you for it
when they find him, his body dealin’ with rigor mortis
i hit him with two .23s, it’s like i’m switchin’ jordans
n*ggas don’t hate the things you doing
it’s just, the way you rap, it’s so simple we hate the way you do it
you teamed up with roc and it was stupid and i’ma prove it
it done showed us that your flow is so easy a cave man could do it
i always wanted a college degree; you know, something that i could show my moms
but i was in the streets so my first degree was a murder charge
rolling hard on anybody that notice y’all
burn the lodge, i shoot it out the window that sh*t’ll turn the car
anybody that think eazy legit
know n0body won’t beat eazy as easy as this
eazy pass in his car, i got him k!lled in his whip
you know that it’s automatic i’ma give you a stick
n*gga, a sunday morning ain’t as easy as this!
wait up, i’ma give y’all a easier flip
he gon’ die outta nowhere; dr. dre ain’t even know eazy was sick
easy!

[round 2: eazy the block captain]

yo, man, this what it look like when you smoke the product
and these three rounds got dope inside it
a gullible n*gga just once your tried it
then you gradually increase the volume, he start screaming for help
all of a sudden dot mobb got a code of silence
n*gga, this what you wanted, huh? well let’s get it poppin’
by time they build a case, n*gga, we off the island
no new friends; every associate get two years like a community college
i’m tryna get the job done, i got many choppers
gun right there i feel like i wanna use: i need a sponsor
i seen a priest before i seen my father
f*ck yours, i respect my honor
if i come through with nine rounds, you better hope you can rematch un*kasa
you ’bout to raise my stock here
you ain’t know that smack was paving sh*t? he put a new block here
you the first d*ckhead that come out from top tier
this your party, you get the first shot here
and the only thing that can stop me from k!llin’ you literally is a god’s tear
n*gga, you became a opp’** for what?
for a style you left; i’ve picked up and made it hot
i left the door open for you, randy, i didn’t even change the locks
this my sh*t: caffeine, so before you die we give you props
plug gave me some blow, see? and a k’ and i made a block
n*gga, red beam on a glock, bucket .30, i ring the mop
how he die? determination over** n*gga, by the dots!
i’m at your apartment, aw sh*t! ain’t no prayin’ to god or father up in harlem
death here, you accepted the offer
from a “scam likely” n*gga, the block caller
n*gga, didn’t you get a check from me?
i called you out when n0body else called you out
ain’t that puttin’ respect on ya legacy?
but what you do? interviews and diss
n*gga, continue like i don’t got this trap sh*t in limbo
you did 15 minutes of fame with ron brownz and start “jumping out the window”
with the wrong n*gga; associating with this d*ckhead is a curse, too
you went from giving fronts to the beginning of the month to gettin’ served on the first two
super bowl ads: seen my next mill’ through a commercial
lookin’ at you, so hurtful
how [the] f*ck you make grand champion a accomplishment when she said “good doggie” and she heard you?
huh? or puttin’ dog filters on you like a bird, too?
huh? why you always doing sh*t in reversal? that’s why i am not the rookie
reason why you got you name “grand champion”, for being p*ssy
n*gga, let’s talk about the n*gga who took his chain that’s dead…
bullsh*t!
bullsh*t!
bullsh*t! bullsh*t! bullsh*t! bullsh*t!
let me get this straight: dob mobb, t*rex, new york, y’all popular sh*t, right? am i mistaken?
this n*gga ain’t had no family, brothers, shooters or nothing?
bro, we gotta collar break this
you mean to tell me you can go on every major platform and say you k!lled a n*gga, ain’t no retaliation?
bro, i don’t get it, this where we figure out who’s who
cuz if they do open the case, the evidence on youtube
y’all see that sh*t; t*rex is at all his interviews
so when the cam’ come on, he start doing what harlem n*ggas do
y’all n*ggas been in all type of scandals: robberies, trannies, ass*grabbin’; it’s sad
then you was blood and crip; d*ckhead out here playin’ capture the flag
i looked at you as a up*and*up, i’m like rex out here cuttin’ up
mook out here giving out 3rd rounds with cousin out here f*ckin’ up
n*gga, the talk different; i’m used to guns so i walk straight when i walk with it
set a trap for rex, tell him it’s p*ssy and watch him fall in it
hit him with the side jawn, that’s our business
save that, i’m concerned for you
the fact you don’t give a f*ck is upsettin’, king
and slow down on the mollies, they puttin’ fentanyl in everything
you hear me, n*gga?
what’s the protocol when you got bad work?
n*gga, i been through all that:
bag it up the same, don’t say nothin’ ’til they complain or call back
i done took losses: bought a 7, whipped it and only bought a ball back
finger*tipped the shake in the bag ’til i got all that
i done bagged up sheetrock, i got holes where my wall at
it’s mr. 24/7, supply and demand
half the bake all coke, n*gga, it can rise in the pan
i threw a filter on the coke, got me lying on the gram
[round 2: t*rex]

i actually caught a case out in philly, the police seen it when the pack fell
don’t you know the judge had the liberty to give me a crack bail?
i was in that packed cell, i’m like “bad, come get me”
he said “rex, give it a jiffy, your lawyer’ll get busy
he show up at 10:40, you’ll be out by 10:50”
i start thinkin’ about the movie, i’m like “well, he ain’t gon’ get me free, will he?”
this sh*t is illy when n*ggas don’t even know you in your city
it’s a fact, this n*gga gun ain’t packed since they freed remy
i’m talkin’ really, we don’t need you n*ggas ’round
we be laid up with some hoes; y’all at beasley and them house?!
you n*ggas clowns, suck cuz y’all try to keep real n*ggas down
so these guns is top shelf, i came to weed these n*ggas out
let’s be for real, what half of these n*ggas doing?
they clappin’ sh*t in their music but actually wouldn’t shoot sh*t
this sh*t is factual, it been proven
we take n*ggas soul seperately, it’s just the battery be included
i mean if eazy is the captain then the block weak
if that n*gga ever bust a gun, that sh*t’ll shock me!
my block poppin’ like hot grease
they say he was born a thug cuz he ain’t harmin’ anybody
if you a gangsta, really let’s assume
if he really bustin’ moves then his city should approve
okay, if he the captain, why it ain’t no lieutenant in his crew?
that means in general he sold y’all image that ain’t true
don’t let that jail sh*t get you no street cred over here, n*gga, let’s just get that straight
all that prove is that these’ll bust and these sh*lls’ll be your last case
twin glocks, bust together like classmates
50% brain dead, this n*gga half baked
for really, dude, none of that sh*t he spittin’ true
i’m talkin’ like really, dude, tell us some sh*t you really do
i done had so much cocaine in my living room
that the cops came and try to turn the day room into my living room
you ever had a bus full of b*tches ready to visit you?
you g*ngb*ng, you ain’t ‘posed to went blue but they still send it through?
you don’t even smoke but it’s weed gettin’ sent you?
man, this sh*t is just startin’ to get me mad, that’s cuz we different dudes!
this n*gga done crossed over in my lane, he got sh*t confused
skybox, sideline: we see through different views
they can’t save you, you gon’ think they hate you
watchin’ everything get took that they once gave you
only reason you on the roster, they couldn’t trade you
for 60 seconds you got juiced by the men who made you
see, me and you, we in different kind of lanes
cuz to me it ain’t no beef until some bullets get exchanged
i’m thinkin’ ’bout home game, lakers*clippers kind of fame
what i’m sayin’ is they’ll be stapling the center of your face
i done made that lane that you mimickin’, n*gga
go to 112th street, you’ll see i’m really the n*gga
f*ck being friendly with n*ggas
unlce rah gon’ have to visit a n*gga to do a interview with him!
from the start, you know the feds, they try to finish a n*gga
word, life when the word “life” is the sentence they give ya
from a picture, you’ll end up in a conspiracy with ’em
and you know it ain’t no auction from the bid that they give us
i’m a legend, i been real, i got history, n*gga
i ain’t never sold my soul to be a industry n*gga
they mention me with rich and them n*ggas
and i made it from the cartoons but i’m still dissin’ these n*ggas
i’m one of battle rap’s littlest n*ggas
i been bullyin’ n*ggas my whole career like i’m bigger than n*ggas
tell nas i said this for your n*gga
it’s brave*hearted but it’s only ill will i got to give to a n*gga
it’s ill cuz in your will: what you give to a n*gga
i got drive because that’s how much i’m willin’ to get him!
what the f*ck these n*ggas gon’ tell us?
whenever i shoot, if he there they gon’ yell “duck!”
or end up .44 sh*lled up
i put n*ggas on the machines like i’m tryna hook the voicemail up
see, i’m leavin’ with this n*gga head…

easy!

[round 3: eazy the block captain]

you know what the problem is with these legends?
is they go past their prime, be ass and make excuses
see, i want that “for 10k, i’ll k!ll a n*gga for real” rex
or that two chains, you can give me that bill, rex
i’ll take that street rex, your thorough energy a heat check
you a goal that i ain’t reach yet, this work’ll make you reset
you’ll get so high, turn yourself in; i’ll “g*dep” t*rex
n*gga, i remember when the 12/12 went for nicks, actually trappin’ on the strip
had to work the work off, couldn’t collect unemployment if i quit
he said “what you call a n*gga who ducked 3 charges and four indictments?”
a snitch!
n*gga, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? it’s always a harlem n*gga that’s going viral, ‘gainst your final
soon as the needle hit my player, it became a vinyl
i talk different; i keep it g’
sold a n*gga a pound of weed, seen the pain in his face cuz it was cbd
the pot all water weight like creatine
silencer on: i vow my gun to secrecy
i promise you you gon’ respect me; rex, please, i come through with the best piece
a man standin’ up to me better be wearin’ m3s3
n*gga, you know it’s real; it was baby jars before pyrex
fire marks under the spoons, that’s where the signs at
i done made money in the game and out the game like a side bet
i don’t gossip, you losing bags with your cousin in the process
he doin’ 2 on 2s with calicoe; stop me cuz i ain’t lied yet
i question a lot of sh*t that you do
i know that you the joke but acceptin’ bein’ a joke is up to you
but y’all would never make me believe that this n*gga shoot
cuz when math told you he’ll rob you, your response was you ain’t mook
huh?! that’s hoe sh*t! n*gga, you gotta understand me
you chose not lookin’ like a b*tch to disrespectin’ ya family
if i was that n*gga, i woulda looked at this n*gga like “i can’t believe this”
cuz where i’m from, that means you not a b*tch but he is
let’s get this out the way: that “best friend goals” sh*t was g*y, n*gga! bottom line, brother or not
queen of the ring jawn inboxed me, i said “i see vague still givin’ b*tches shots”
n*gga, i’m off that; i called you out, n*gga, you made it back
the hype for that; you created that, the fans you bought; i’m takin’ that
how you the hustler and didn’t realize you that became the trap? n*gga, ya lucks up!
i gave you the drugs to sell, you got high! you f*cked up!
how you been on cameras since 14 and think that you can relate to it?
you ain’t put the weed in orange pills that add a little more weight to it
n*gga, it’s no hope in him; smack, p*ss test this n*gga, i bet you it’s coke in him
ain’t no point of lootin’ this n*gga pockets cuz i see broke in him
if it’s about my life then i lay wit’ it
gun on my hip but my pocket got sage in it
f*ck sleep, if it’s beef, i’m all day wit’ it
two shots connected, he ran off? i was okay with it
he got as far one block then drop; ask yourself, did he get away wit’ it?
you know the difference between me and you? n*gga, it ain’t hard
it ain’t real if i don’t stamp it; it’s a lesson in every ba**
i’m ’bout to be so progressive but you ’bout to feel so disrespected
cuz i can’t even give you “a lesson in every bar” because you are the lesson
but i did: start battle rappin’ in 2013 and never quit, yo
and i had a pg before, never got picked, though
got booked, came home, thought the career was in limbo
norbes ain’t f*ck wit’ me, p took over so sh*t was lit, yo
that’s why i grind*grind; you tellin’ me that i can get a bag for this sh*t, yo?
you know what i gotta do in the streets to get paid what i got for this, yo?!
these n*ggas d*ckheads!
i watch y’all bite the hand that feed y’all; i said “look at these n*ggas”
smack, you pay these n*ggas to disrespect you?
do it again and we ain’t bookin’ you, n*gga
they said rex been doin’ this since a kid; so what? y’all hear what y’all sayin’?
tom brady 44 and he still playin’!
that n*gga past done! this bum ass n*gga not washed up
he lazy; it’s called work ethic and you have none
i ain’t think you was that good anyway, n*gga, it’s over
i’m battlin’ my pain, you just my closure
the drugs became prepaid minutes and i see you just rolled over
n*gga, so do something! my piece leave him in check, you better move something
i ain’t scared of death; long as my kids can profit off of it, i lose nothin’
time become time when we callin’ out options
and if we did have a calendar on the wall, it was a christian death; every date we was crossin’ out boxes
closed casket was the arrangement, n*gga
philly’s now*f*ckin’*here, get ready for this next payment, n*gga
f*ck outta here

[round 3: t*rex]

in my first round, i said i knew ya girlfriend… du, that’s my friend
you all the way in philly, she all the way in the bx; they like “how the f*ck she got up with him?”
i know after i say this, this relationship probably gon’ end
since beasley was f*ckin’ du, don’t that remind you of twork and norbes all over again?!
after twork get that money, twork girl gon’ twerk for norbes all over again
fat n*gga, she rubbin’ oil all over his skin
let me ask you a question, now true of false: did your girlfriend really do your boss?
so every time you took a crucial loss that’s why you never knew you loss?
you thought it was crew support? that’s the sh*t that threw you off?
stupid boy, what, you ain’t know that it’s du that they do it for?
i got the evidence: you lose, you on the next event
don’t try to sneak or laugh, nah, the key is to check ya b*tch
you saw “dead presidents” when they bought the girl the groceries
how the f*ck beasley poppin’ up to your house with sh*t he ain’t even ‘posed to know you need?
this n*gga poppin’ up with roll*ups, weed, deodorants, donuts, cheese
then you told a n*gga in a battle “spit on the ‘d*ckhead”… that was more to me
when “spit on the d*ckhead” is the same thing your b*tch was told by beas’
you said you talk different, well f*ck it, this is our talk round
i told her “this ain’t a mountain, du” she said “so? the n*gga on now”
aluminum guns, all my n*ggas is foiled down
you in my dm talkin’ extra, this how it’s goin’ down
hammer on me that’s mega loud, die if you don’t dead it now
uber on the holiday; n*gga, we ridin’ extra now
code word is tomato sauce; must i let us, now?
my shooters hit him dead in the onion, he never let us down
now, food is the way i list you
we already know who the p*ssy is out of everyone of your men: you
we can do what anybody in your clique do
clip hold 20, i know what i gotta attend to
you the one that got in the way wit’ this
thought you was gon’ get away wit’ it… but he ain’t get away wit’ it
i’m dangerous, n*ggas usually die when they make a diss
spray a clip; shooters, they followed him every way he went
ask them n*ggas, i be on the strip like a naked b*tch
pole on stage, hollow the only way you tipped
you think you better than people
well i’m a rollin’ crip, all my neighbors got guns; everyone of my residents evil
n*gga, i’m certified street
if coke had a birthday candle, it’d say “35 each”
if mook the battle mayweather, then i’m foreman/ali
stand there with the same form as ali, i formed it, i leave
this sh*t was boring about me
i was back chillin’ home, you was talkin’ about me
my smack came from chico, i didn’t involve beas’
started with du in round one but it ended in round three
what you know about cookin’ it ’til it’s popcorn
impregnatin’ the powder ’til the rock’s gone
weigh it, bag it and then it’s dropped soft
i meet up with another broad… beasley meet up wit’ your broad… she blow our socks off
you shoulda popped when sh*t popped off
i think it was your house when she got dropped off
it’s your broad that your boss is really gettin’ knocked off
n*gga, she not yours!
am i lyin’, beasley?
i just want to let everybody know that i ain’t lie to eazy

easy!

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