lirik lagu bar wars rap battles - gjonaj vs born
[round 1: gjonaj]
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besides politics, y’all wanna know why the layoff?
well it’s hard for dracula to reflect on the days he had to take off and still count the bodies that he ate off
oh, you revamp lines. b-tch besides that it’s the same flips
i mean, left and right, it’s the same twitch;
you try to convince us the bars are different, but it’s the same sh-t
you don’t shoot handgun after handgun
you shoot hand gun, after hand gun, after hand gun
b-tch i grip the blade, it’s gone be another fight that you ran from
wait, that’s a personal. grip the blade, sco, ‘nother fight that you ran from?
none of this is random
i’ll lose my sh-t before i lose this sh-t, fist or shank, choose it quick
but if you don’t pick and choose, i’ll choose the pick
i’m super sl!ck, but if you don’t get what i say
he’ll get a bullet in his f-ckin head
it’s like that song by chicago, he’ll be dying in your arms tonight
it must have been something you said
i’ll leave him with ptsd, so pop a couple of meds
turn on your night light, check under the bed
fans spent their whole life-supporting your flat lines
but it’s tough when you’re dead
so instead, let’s exume the body
bring it back. bruise the body
you can see i threw hands. illuminati
(you can see eye through hands — illuminati.)
wait that may-send the wrong message, but who cares
you punch reckless, you swing to swing with no connection and no connections
b-tch i can do that too. and hit em harder because i’m smarter
just say some sh-t like, “i’m a pistol sparker
this can, sprays kin or came back, wait til it’s a little darker
then pop up with one arm and take half his stash, that’s hitler’s barber
see, that’s just a better version of his sh-t. yea, it sounds cold
but why would i take half though?
bro i can make a “complex” indirect bar about anything
i’ll mention christmas, like, “i’m right outside, i don’t care,-i’ll(carol) let it sing
santa claus at a cemetery — what’s that mean?
get rudolph, rip, i’ll pull and slay everything.”
but you can’t do what i do. see i’m a dual threat
i mean from this point on, everything you do’ll remind you of death
duel threat? notice i didn’t say do will, i said do’ll again
but it’s a different type of duel i had to build to
cuz i had to take ten steps back, just to wait my turn and k!ll you
bullets through your jacket
blood everywhere, the sh-t’s disgusting
nothing but red coats. ambulance dispatch is like
“the british are coming, the british are coming,”
this is a revolution. i’m revered and feared;
those scared of change are truly panicking
but if y’all don’t see the light, i’m through with battling
selling hookers or doing drive-bys, either way i’m human trafficking
this is no accident
i ain’t here to dwell on the past about how you didn’t do well in the past
i’m here to fill in the facts, i’m k!llin him bad
cameraman, you remind me of that weirdo from american beauty
you gon spend this whole time filming a bag
and you got two legs in like a sack race
open your last days, what’s my rap name? my last name, get used to it
you will not prevail, you don’t got a shot in h-ll
and tell these f-ckin leagues my free will is not for sale. early
[round 1: born]
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i said born vs gjonaj. the contract sent, i ain’t say a thang
you was dead, soon as they signed an address (signin a dress) like vera w-ng
think the hundreds. 2 guns, bomb on your shirt, cuz a pair ‘ll (apparel) bang
get his head wrapped and buried in the sand, n-gga. that’s a racial slang
should’ve been patient, lame. now gjonaj’s the patient’s name
i’m a damon wayans —
a knife was the last thing you and your dogs seen; it was major payne
we ain’t the same. i put in work in the streets, b;
dodgin police, tryna skirt on a dt
so y’all think he really put work in to beat me?
n-gga i took the gutta life worse than your p.g
but we could throw the hands, you think it’s worth it to sneak me
you’ll be losin grip with your soul(sole), you cheap searching for cheap sneaks
my best defense in the club is reach for the steel(steal), he’ get hurt off a g.p
oh, see these(cds) get organ, eyes, it’s a personal neat freak
believe me, the gun got a hair trigger. i could barely squeeze it
snitch, i’ spill this pig’s blood all over this b-tch, he’ get the carrie treatment
they love this n-gga. why? he be doin’ hail mary reaches:
out-rhyme a don – out-ramadan?
well it might not be that much of a stretch
cuz when they give him plates, he be rarely eatin’
i’m prepared to beat him, it’s bar wars, i look around like “who’s who”
peep this scheme, street n-ggas i’m with too lewd
run in his animal house and on cam i’ll use a desert on this dune coon
f-ck the mic. murderers step on the scene and air a goon room
i move through. tool shoot. this b-tch get a red head when it f-ckin rain — nunu;
or i’m outside on line with clips — hulu;
get animated, dog, and i’m drawin the macs — goof troop
the bird pop out to clock n-ggas if they’re cuckoo
by the way, tell that dancer stay on his toes
it’s double trouble, a pair ‘ll wet him with the .22. (woo!)
i got some screws loose, that’s why the violence shown
we in survival mode, shoulda knew i’d whip you for the cash like a t-tle loan
this a-rab try and pose, i’ll fire chrome, they brought a lad in, so
for all that jazz, men brains flying on the carpet… now you can feel right at home
i’m tryna start a riot though. but being ops on his resume
you’d be more likely to break your spine for the cops like freddie gray
n-gga bein p-ssy ain’t nothin to celebrate
pull a weapon later, he gon eat the b-tt of this b-tch like kevin gates
set a date. then i’m signin on the dotted line
lord to allah, i got this b-tch covered like islamic pride
plus i’m always strapped with this glock of mine
n-gga it’s nothin funny bout this clip, it is not a vine
if your man rolled, you’d watch a core vet go from 0 to 100 like the autobahn
dumping off nines for practice out the van like soccer moms
you gotta die. on some real sh-t, you gettin k!lled, b-tch
one round down, you got two more to deal with
[round 2: gjonaj]
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let’s take a walk through a guilty conscience
but don’t judge due to lack of admission
i have all the talent in the f-cking world. but i lack the ambition
the author of frankenstein wrote
“of the danger of he who aspires to be greater than his nature will allow”
which is fitting. ‘cause i’m a monster, man-made
disrespected amongst these fake f-cks
and it’s funny ‘cause these dead bodies are my genetic make-up
i was created from a series of alchemy treatments
now i’m the next motherf-cker you see alchemist tweetin’
what up alc? i need a beat. little bo no peep
how could a shepherd with no cane be mad at the sheep?
‘cause where is it leading?
what good were those double meanings if they have no actual meanings?
you punch for nothing. stop the sh-t
this ain’t about bars, this is house of cards;
i’m kevin sp-cey, i’m k!lling people over politics
and i told you i should be left alone
you fell for the trap they set you on
i was cement shoes disguised as a stepping stone
now walk on water. you get it yet?
i’m a breath of fresh air, was that too indirect?
you need me to live
f-ck torture; i walk on hot coals smoking a cigarette
mocking your silhouette
you’re a shadow of a shadow of a man
who got goaded into being a sacrificial lamb
and now you’re gettin slaughtered, and all of em have to witness it;
so what if he has to die, when i’m the one who has to live with it?
what a shame. he tried to altar his image in six minutes
and now he’s on the altar, there’s a big difference
he still doesn’t get it. i will. not. lose
look in my eyes. that pain and violence, insane asylum
i’d rather be against the ropes than hang inside em
upholding a legacy
but still watchin out for judas ‘cause loyalty’s sold separately
these new friends are looking like old enemies
but as soon as your name buzzing they come back like… old memories
my craft is minecraft: so how i control the building?
it’s f-cked up when every you know’s crooked like owen wilson
so when i’m done, please cut the check, i don’t need the respect
you never drug sh-t, that’s the placebo effect
why sugar coat it?
f-ck the book and who wrote it, i noticed you say sh-t for the f-ck of it
i had enough of it
you leave a message after the tone; i leave a message because of it
born, i’m k!lling you and they’re lovin’ it
i mean even if i let you live, i’d still get charged with cruel and unusual punishment
i don’t believe in bad luck, but since this black cat crossed me, let’s run with it
i shaved with pieces of a shattered mirror for the past 7 years
i don’t believe in karma
but when your turn comes back around, you’ll realize you don’t deserve this
life isn’t perfect. everyone born has a purpose
lemme ask you something, b-tch. was it worth it?
[round 2: born]
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n-gga, you gettin sheer beheaded
i would say this is a disaster in the making, get ready to clear the wreckage
but this is a dizaster in the making; y’all got me battling bachir the second
wait, let’s clear the record
this’ll shake you to the core, ‘cause the mac ‘ll choose disaster
honestly, whose man(-)made this wreck?
forcing aggression; he ain’t even a natural dizaster
nah, let’s revamp that
you fresh off the -ssembly line, they packaged you dizaster
there was a category for(four), any damage done
then you would be an actual dizaster
this is facts you aught to capture. why mention me?
when you stole your flow, cadence and delivery?
the epitome of a pg clone, steppin with some energy and imagery
n-gga please. how you dissing me when you diz to me?
i see you got with the right(-)cl!ck to copy-paste your history
it was meant for me to body his -ss quick
how you emulate a n-gga between 2 jobs and a cab shift?
you idolize another man. i know your father is mad p-ssed
suckin d-ck. tryna rack a tier
but he the weakest dizaster to come out the d since kwame kilpatrick
but enough of that sh-t
try and picture this guy in trenches
i’ll leave this arab chin swole, like harold and k-mar on slider binges
you blew up on gutta. so what? he was kinda timid
just ‘cause you bombed on a plain(plane) n-gga
doesn’t make you an al queda member
2 years, no losses. i gotta make this guy remember?
when a solider give him a red skull it’s not a hydra center
i’m about to defile this sinner and get him carried out
matter fact, this battle reminds me of a book in the bible
oh you get it or doubt i’m following the lord’s orders
rocking the boat and going overboard when it’s a clearer route
somebody tell gnojaj bein’ swallowed by the belly of the beast
something he shouldn’t wear about
please, don’t start no drama, ‘cause i’ll air it out
nuborn’s known to cradle caps like damaged scalp
y’all n-ggas remind me of the logo from paramount
circle all around stars with a mountain on screen and nothin that we care about
i prepared this bout. i’m a claimin the win
i heard you called jc a n-gga
well i dare you.. nah, nah, n-gga i triple dog dare you to say it again
you racist within? i’m breaking your chin
you feel golden, i blow cartridges
to get him split on screen like he playin with friends
there’s no gangsta in him
calicoe said it’s a difference between metaphors and real rap
yeah, cal, you right, the difference is, once he met a four it was a real wrap
real rap. i mean you right in your hometown
so everything you say, these people gon go wild
but just remember: i gave y’all the lowdown, so y’all should know now
the real disaster is him not using his own style. (blow.)
[round 3: gjonaj]
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when you underestimate a man who has no losses
you die for no reason, that’s natural causes
so with all this your fault, you were never warned?
i mean the telltale heart beats never more
there’s not a single light round, so what are you headed for?
you might not die, but you gon wish you were never born
there’s sh-t worse than death. you gon suffer another fate
the sh-t ain’t black and white. you’re looking at another race
so who gon finish line, the first to cross
now that you mention it i’m not white
we try (wheat, rye) to talk it out
til i pull a pistol or pump a nickel, wait —
that could be said different:
white, wheat, rye, pumpernickel, we bred different
i’m molded in this image to offer repentance
so picture a holy descendant
standing over the f-ckin hole he descended
oh wow. you predicted religion would be a part of my angle
congratulations. one shot through your top get a halo
then i look over the body like, “how ironic. once he drop his guard, he an angel.”
but i guess that’s what they made heaven for
what’s the expression? “knocking on the devil’s door”?
well i answered. should i k!ll him in reality or k!ll him with quotes?
should i put him through h-ll or send him to h-ll?
f-ck it, d-mned if you do, d-mned if you don’t
i’ little nicky brother, i raise h-ll on earth, so just act religious
bullets exit ‘is temple, let’s take that a bit farther
statues cryin’, i’ll make rock bleed, that’s stigmata
who want it with me? tell me the truth, though
slingshots, give me my regular props
in other words don’t lie if you wanna get rocked
i’m that nice. call it congregation
i grab the hatchet, have a conversation
with his frame: chop it up
rosetta stone body language, this has gotta stop
when trust falls in the wrong hands, you see a body drop
now you gotta watch me put him out of his misery
or let him try to belittle me while legends are diggin’ me
but if they don’t p-ss me the torch, i’m literally
stealing the statue of liberty
you could’ve left with your dignity
but you had to get it so here’s an actual threat
i’ll f-ckin snap his neck
and have him looking over his shoulder like it ain’t happened
yet
i bet paranoia’s the only thing that’s beaming from him
the grim reaper cast an image that should keep him running
the irony if it wasn’t for shadows, you wouldn’t even see it coming
but that means nothing when you’re dead and rotting
and that’s the f-ckin problem, i’m not even done with rhyming
and i’m talking to a spirit like a f-ckin shaman
but this is my native language
chill, it’s just a game i’m playing
i k!ll the animal and make sure not a part is wasted
born, your death for the following statement:
i’m a serial k!ller. are you following?
there’s a cult fanbase that’ll only make it worse
i’m charles manson: i control k!llers with my favorite verse
you wanna know how to catch me slipping?
read his latest work
you can’t protest cutting trees with paperwork
so f-ck it pick a side, i decide who can live and die
if you don’t get it i’m
the firing squad: i’ll k!ll you all with a single line
are you afraid of death? relax, take a breath
organik and gully are here. this is a major step
but if i created this f-ckin path for you, i literally made your
step. what’d you expect?
my son was starving. i let him eat with the grown-ups, i didn’t need to
and you disrespected me by biting the hand that feeds you
and now you finally f-ckin realize who needs who. (goodnight.)
[round 3: born]
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it’s crunch time, so i’ma do what i do best. punchlines
like i said before,you got your flow from another n-gga. you cheatin’, pal,disaster when this fruit biting
that’s who you guardin’? god, i’m at ‘im, even now
f-ck you, i’m tryna body surf off the stage
that’s how you reach the crowd
this b-tch get addressed, it’s night-night
that’s a sleeping gown
take a l. b.s., if it’s beef, he gon meet the pound
off principle, you and your faculty ‘a
eat a mill together like the teacher’s lounge
if we go hard, your chest (chess)
cookin’ when i steams it down
feel like gandhi when i’m drinking:
a li’l hindu ‘ll help me spread the piece around
christ the second coming? well n-gga you need jesus now
these punches non-stop. you taken one too many
liam nieson style. see the pow
so smooth with the 40, it’ll make carlisa smile
give this wh0r- a scope. snake
you see the scales on this b-tch? he a libra now
f-ck it, i’ll heat this clown
silencer. the gun won’t make a peep or sound;
it’ll whisper, i promise. like a secret vow
i’ll creep in town. like a bar with parkinson’s
i’m ready to shake and open for the fade
heath ledger, before the clip drop this joker saw the grave
if ths bozo saw the pain i’m out here dolo, more thanbrave
it’s anarchy, get hype man and catch a back slap
that’s o-solo versus swave
this h0m-’s so afraid he won’t stand for himself
but if i force your hand, you better play the hand you was dealt
wait, speaking of “hand you was dealt”
i heard that you worked as a casino as a f-ckin card dealer
(no, seriously.)
i mean you gettin money. i mean it’s no way for me to flip this, y’all
but at least they know what they meant
when they said he was gonna flip this card
this b-tch is soft. wouldn’t even hold a can
i let it go, find him booking under chair like a oprah fan
royal flush. see your poker face? better show your hands
buddy won’t gamble with the odds
i bet when the chips are down he just fold his hands
hold it, fam. i’m the ace in the hold. you can’t match potential
call your bluff, you need to follow suit, or your -ss gets
stenciled
told him ante up at least a stack to ripple
n-gga look, soon as i was booked the cards was stacked against you
n-gga it’s the gas they give you, that’s the issue
they like when you all shouting
my lines come across screen for viewers without the ball bouncing
every night i’m sharp with the bar jousting
but why black, jack? when i can see no one on the card counting
now that was fire. f-ck it, i got the four crouching
extend-o take out a couple jokers lost in the shuffle
and still have fifty on deck, since we card counting
now, that was fire too
let’s revamp it again. we in the yard pouncing
like the movie. soon as it’s sp-cey, he’ll have 21 in his head
like he was card counting
(if you seen the movie 21, kevin sp-cey, he was card counting..) (i said f-ck it.)
we beyond shouting. i’m playing to win
say he gon get me, f-ck it, he won’t say it again
but y’all know my slogan. it’s faces still or face the steel
the love is love but n-gga the hate is real
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