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t-top vs. emerson kennedy - urltv lyrics

[round 1: emerson kennedy]
t, it’s nice to meet you

[t*top]
i met you already

[emerson kennedy]
if you ain’t familiar, here’s the preview
i worked so moms could quit a job and told her “everything’s underneath you”
it was peaceful, and i could teach you
but i know these angles never reach you
so i give a f*ck if you sold your moms work, n*gga…
i sold my mom the idea she didn’t need to
i’m not the new n*gga
who can’t see through that style and won’t box and move wit’ ya
four*bar setups to current event
(*clap*clap*)
top a cool (topical) n*gga
i’mma war wit’ ya!
this a different mode
tonight, i’m in that different zone
you beat mike p, had to cheat, and it was in ya home
i put up a classic at a traffic, 30’d chilla jones
remixed “crossroads”, half the crowd had gripped their phones
i said “it’s not gonna miss anybody…”
same sh*t hit bizzy’s bone!
, n*gga!

allow me to switch the tone
you use tricks to sway your thirds
he yells “b*tch”, like, ten times when lines don’t land
that way’s absurd
top be like, “b*tch! b*tch! b*tch!”
look, we get it…we hate the verse
how come when you come up too short, you make “b*tch!” your favorite word!?

you not as active as you like
you passive, lack the might
and no matter the excuse
we know a n*gga’s true intentions who falls backwards in a fight
so you can cap it all you like
but he angled son great
i mean, walmart nitty, dizaster and math
look, i’m fannin’ * son great
you know my favorite angle of yours when you were spazzin’ on tay?
the one you took in that mook fight instead of standin’ up straight!
this is fate!
and in the clutch, you was runnin’ from the ball
provin’ climate change is real
we gotta find numbers to call
‘cause cold is hot, hot is cold now
the earth is wantin’ us to solve
top agrees
all he remembers from that summer was the fall!
big bang!
i am half a hunnid percent
but if it’s the west, the hood is wit’ me
so in my region, a (regina) king, and i still look good at 50
what the f*ck is a “top bizzy”?
we don’t care you won a battle
we care you carolina, but talk new york like you were starin’ up the statue
look, i know androids look like iphones when you compare ‘em, for example
but tell top it gotta stop
a n*gga swear he from the apple!
these are gems i am givin’ you
know what you listenin’ to
‘cause when’s the last time you had witnessed a miracle?
i saw what you did to michael
snake sh*t’s kinda like you
said you wouldn’t bring up his wife, brought up his wife
it’s kinda spiteful
so i’ll brb
cr*v, accelerate to find you
get hit wit’ e honda for what he did to ryu!
and ken’s next
send tecs
no, bench*press, fine*tune
the lunch blunt: high noon
get hands*on: mime move
you said i wasn’t the breed to make him bleed ‘til i find you
i’m same as your diabetes, top
trust me, i’m the type to (2)!
t*top, t, stop
these struggle stories we need to stop
we all got past trauma from some drama from a fiend pops
look, i had holes in all my shoes
when it would rain, a n*gga would need socks
alligator huntin’, now i get triggered when i see crocs
bang!
and i’m still tweekin’ on smack
but ain’t he speakin’ lies to blacks?
calls us “king” ’cause he’s a king
don’t we gotta redefine the facts?
i mean, after that tourney loss, you got us speakin’ while we chat
how we call you “king” back when you got beaten by a jakk (jack)?
how many “white girl” flips you got?
let’s just state the facts
i make the match
i control this room and your doom
you safe from that?
you only fillin’ out in front, but i can make you play the back
i can give you vigils or some visuals
you need examples?
alright, patience, black
you only read (red) what you believe
(*the lights in the stage room change colors from white to red*)
i’m makin’ what you rap
then you blew (blue) that tourney shot…
(*the lights in the stage room change colors from red to blue*)
yeaaaaah!

then you blew (blue) that tourney shot and came up flat when chasin’ racks
look, i could give you limelight
or green beams can take it back
top, i’m tryna give you the light, but i can make it fade to

i’m a , n*gga!
i’m a f*ckin’ god!

smack, you know i gotta work on what i work on
that’s time
rap, bro

[round 1: t*top]
aw, man…
i just came here to make sure i do it right
b*tch, everything you do is light
he doin’ tricks all like this…
n*gga, the only sh*t i was scared of was the

now *
smack, you think you sl!ck wit’ this card, don’t’cha?
yeah, n*gga, i’m on it
soon as this sh*t got announced, it was deep breaths and eye*rollin’
the fans on the app wanna know who we battlin’ before we battle ’em
f*ck all this sideshowin’
like, soon as you drop top on kennedy, it’s gon’ be mind*blowin’!
you gettin’ gunned down!
i know you took a backseat for this battle, but don’t you front now
and i only said “drop*top” and “kennedy” ’cause i’mma k!ll this b*tch with
now when they said we had five days to prep
i said, “oh, i know we ain’t makin’ no cash.”
this here was a cheap design
i had to sew fast
just to give ek mk since y’all think kenneth cold (cole)
yeah, i’m in my coach bag
y’all gon’ see (c)!
okay (o*k), e
wait, that’s a coke bag
my jamaican shooter catch you and cortez in the whip, and make y’all crash
he said “give the bodega a shot, or he gon’ hit a mind clear (moncler) in his coat tag!”

- urltv lyrics

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