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lirik lagu pengame rap battle - ra’siah vs smil3z | pengame rap battle 2025

[ra’siah round 1 ~ prodbymassa]
yo, smiler, smiley
you can’t touch me, bro, you can’t try me
they like you — i don’t think that they like me
but you sweeping me it’s not likely
you can’t out~sight me, you can’t out~write me
you can’t out~hype me — and high key
i bet all of the girls got ig
there’s not one 10 like nike
they can’t figure me out
they don’t think i should be here, they giving me doubt
i’m in pengame mode — now i figured it out
i’m a fighter, i don’t mind swinging it out
i don’t give two f~cks what you’re singing about
you’re a little pum~pum, you’ll gеt undone
i’ll smack your mom’s mom right on her bum~bum
i came all thе way down to london
just to f~ck up the function
so watch how this up~north n~gga come down south
and k!ll this pr~ck with a loud mouth
thinking he’s sick but he isn’t on sh~t he’s about now
i feel sorry for your child — wow
’cause your baby mom is a local sket
i’m just warmsing — i ain’t even starting my vocals yet
rhythm and flows yo, i got loads yo
i hit hard — don’t enter my dojo
i’m just trying to stack funds like kojo
you’re just funny, like kojo
and bro bro ra’s flow really goes loco
i’m so sick of this guy — like neo
i dodge all of the bullets he shoots in slow~mo
and i got more yo
rep sheff city on my solo
see from my pov like a gopro
painting pictures like kodak when i shoot smiles
i mean pose for a photo
you’re like 40 years old, my boy
you’re still underdeveloped like a polaroid
i got fire that you won’t avoid
your fans won’t enjoy
and it’s smoke leave your soul destroyed
bro yoooou — ain’t no soldier boy
you’re not on the wave — no, you’re sober, boy
gets scary like october, boy
pass through right to your doorstep where you’re all slept
corn fly through your forehead, leave you all dead
and i can run out of bars — i got more lead
not chip, but there’s one on my shoulder
you’re thinking i’m sh~t? — i’m actually colder
actually hot — i’m practicing solar
if you’re a star, i’m supernova
if you’re the bar, i’m shooting over
no, this ain’t skepta and jonah
more like flanders and homer
this the angry chicken versus peter griffin
this pepsi versus coca~cola
new iphone versus motorola
spice versus the yola
corona versus ebola
mayweather, adrien broner
a crackhead verse a stoner
[?] verse daytona
that’s time, that’s time, that’s time
it’s far from over
yeah — time
[smil3z round 1 ~ producer paks]
ross walker, p~ssy buddy, you sound like a fed
you only have one good round with sevz
your meady as f~ck, bro all of your bars, them dead
i’ll drag your clart in the dirt at the back of your baggy jeans till your face get shredded
p~ssio mind where you step
to me you’re far from a threat
you’re far from the best
i’ll aim for your chest, if he’s wearing a vest
i’ll aim for your head, i’ll leave ross for dead
i don’t wanna hear your dead raps again
if i can’t get you, i aim for your friends
n0body knows you in your ends
you gothic looking p~ssy, we are not friends
he’s the type of guy to paint his nails black, and you waan’ try come here and send
do you really wanna die brudda?
you ain’t never had a type of battle in your life brudda
talking like you’ve been outside — you’re a liar brudda
you were never sheff~king, one~slump will hospitalise the brudda
stop talking wicked
i see your timid ra’ siah belongs where the bin is
carry on popping your eyes, mind i don’t dig out your eye make it look like drizz’s
you’re driving a car and i see your marj on the curb
i’m mounting the whip, might even reverse on a b~tch and laugh
f~ck ra’ siah and everything he loves — i don’t give a f~ck
you ain’t never been no thug
b~tch boy… mark… beg you
i’mma ’cause you a serious upset
but mom say a whole lot of nothing in your raps
your skunked
looks like all the food that you eat goes to your lip
and i know i got a big lip too, but f~cking h~ll
have you seen the size of his? why fi that?
i know i’m p~ssed but when i look at him, it’s something that can never be missed
and suck your mom if you think that mine is bigger than his… another why for that
but f~ck it, let me carry on k!lling this kid
i see you out here thinking you’re 50 cent
well, you can get shot in your toe and knee for the yayo quick
and if i see you stepping out of lloyd banks with some bread
you’re getting robbed every time — i’m a young buck without fail you pr~ck
you should have known it was long from time from when i had a mic in my grip
ra’ siah’s had a problem that he can’t fix
just another country yute trying to put his ends on a map and that makes me sick
you f~cking b~tch
time

[ra’siah round 2 ~ prodbymassa]
look — see, you come from yard
been in the pen so you think that you’re hard?
k!ll him with my pen, slice him up with my sword
whap~whap~whap sk!llibeng with the buzz
with the stars from my kranium yeah, i’m in charge
is he a good rapper? i can’t tell
think that he thinks that his vybes kartel
i’m a bartender, so i know my bars well
hitting you with a strong shot, double martell waah
you think say you’re buju?
bro must be coo~coo
pull up with the brookou
hit him like dudu… dudu… dudu…
turned duppy dust when i hit him with the juju
and i hate how you rap, bro, you flowin’ it so sh~t
holdin’ the mic like you wanna deep throat it
i hear you and your mother close innit?
i put my d~ck in her p~ssy and close the lips
we don’t like smiles round ‘ere
know seh you about to get beat
try ra’siah?, no my people don’t ramp round ‘ere
smiles just might get blammed round ‘ere
repping sheff city, repping sheff town round here
you could’ve signed with konvict music
that’s a con, that’s a lie, are you’re stupid
no, it didn’t happen ‘cause you’re dead songs prove it
i’ll say this: i’ma torture this guy
i’ma say this: separate myself, make the stage feel sp~cious
it’s my first season battling on your telly, i’m already in the semis, i got no patience
my fit’s tighter than yours
my girl’s nicer than yours
my t~~th whiter than yours
my g’s hyper than yours
i can even open my eyes wider than yours
i’mma frighten the floors
yo you got jaycee’s info for £50
for £50 — i had your mum on all fours on the ground with my d~ck in her mouth
then i made her rap all of your rounds, sounds better like that
she was doin’ you proud, she got a good flow
and she gettin’ little aroused
buss mine too, was gettin’ nut on her blouse
had to how her that i’m the man, all of you with your doubts
n~gga, i’m in your house and stepping in on your couch
representin’ the north, takin’ over the south
look — these battle~rappers all fakers
who gets more gyal — bartenders or bakers?
i’ll be real — i’m the most audacious
and my bros really had the most court cases
you n~ggas just talkers, voice it’s all basses
i’m too strong — think you should order more chasers
[smil3z round 2 ~ vyconlonegro]
i’ll rob you for your p, i tell my n~gga just pass me the k
so i can just humble this n~gga and leave
i’ll leave your body in stands
oh sh~t, i got blood on my creps
i had to holler at craig mitch, so he can tell me the method to pattern the mess
he told me come to the store and he’s got me for kicks
bartenders always talkin’ about s~x at the bar
just servin’ drinks, gettin’ drunk to f~ck and flex
you nasty mess — since you got smoked by iiiberealz
you ain’t recovered yet, today it’s a permanent slaughter you’re bout to get
you f~ckin’ mess, you likkle pest
your battle was sevz, far from levz
you’re boring as f~ck, your bars are dead
you took a long trip on that train just to hold this l and stress
i’ll rob your mum when i see that fat b~tch limpin’
anyway i can harm you, i try my best
make the wrong move and you’re headin’ to your death
leave ra’ siah all stretched, you get left with your dead family members sittin’ in a grave in the end
never in your life could you ever put fear in me
cah you ain’t got heart in your chest
you ain’t on nuttin’ i bet, you’ll be runnin’ to feds
is he a batty man or is he straight? i’m thinkin’ that he’s sittin’ on fence
you don’t even know who you are, out of your breath
my man here ain’t been in no passa — don’t want no passer, ‘cause you’ll get bad up on set
know yourself, ra’ siah behave
why do you act this way?
why do you act so strange?
why do you spend all your money on drip, when you still can’t dress to save your life?
you think you’re bad, you’re not that guy
you’re just a beg in my eyes
brudda drop in disguise — there’s no room or sp~ce on earth for these guys
you’re a jokeman, you’re a fake yute
you’re here in london, n0body rates you
go suck your mum, go back to sheffield and take your mates too
you ugly f~cker, i beg somebody k!ll his mother
i see you came from a good home
now you tryna do road now the dumb b~tch gaan suffer
you f~ck up
time

[ra’siah round 3 ~ prodbymassa]
it’s evident that you are lost
and you got your whole fit from argos
you’re not ghetto, you was gettin’ bummed in your cell
i don’t wanna hear about “where’s carlos?”
rahh cuz, then again you are not narcos, nah cuz
you will get your whole crop took
you were still smiles when you were getting locked up
stop gettin’ in my face — can’t you see i’m not shook?
sheff n~ggas aren’t the one’s to provoke
boy better know came with a big smoke
when you cough up your lungs, like you took a big toke
put smiles in his face like i told him a joke
heard you was on road for like two weeks and you never moved rock, you were too weak
some any sh~t rapper act like a badass, that’s not really that unique
stick to the green like st. patrick
cah i’ma turn you to a ghost and breeze
you’re my son in this ting my g— i’m kanan cause i gotta k!ll my seed
two~bit dead rapper tryna be famous
i don’t recognize your power — like sp~ceships
i hate everybody, bro, i’m not racist
i’m over~hated, he’s overrated
do a lot just to hide that you can’t write
how you move i can tell that you can’t fight
i’m movin’ like bane, bringing pain for the lame, sorry brodie, it’s gonna be a dark knight
you’re a joker, smiles — why so serious?
i’m sinister, i’m a k!ll him — insidious
and i see your girl, she looks hideous
she can still give me shinings where my w~lly is
s~x bars still when i gotta show them
but come see how i’m conjurin’ old men
you’re not it, you’re a clown, i’ll fold him
if you don’t want none, that’s why i told him
get out
you ain’t gonna win this, brother — this is daylight murder in a midsummer
never ever seen somethin’ this raw
taking him apart your image like i finished jigsaw
this ain’t a horror film
no, i’m not scared of smiles
his group sounds when i pop these rounds
we fight anytime, get him in a couple rounds and i’ve got him spinning round
calling him frowns, with a z again
and you got whooped by z to the n again
and it ain’t better than — pengame veteran
now your too moist you’re wetter than the weather is
sheff

[smil3z round 3 ~ realskproductions]
do you want to die? nah, but you might
because the flows and bars i provide are explosives, something like like dynamite
i’mma aim for his torso and feet, it’s t and then t
boom now it’s looking like a terrorist charge on me
tnt and dynamite, i’ll blow up your clart and tek your life with ease, i’m greeze who’s f~cking with me?
brudda you saw what i did to jaycee, tell me why the f~ck do you think you could page me?
you’ve had nothing but luck, now you’re running out of luck cause you’re versing me
sh~t n~gga — you need to quit about sheff town
little n~gga, you ain’t equipped, you’re a let~down
how are you dressing like this?
now you waan talk bad are you taking a p~ss?
bet if i run up in your flat, you’ll jump out the window and use your jeans as a parachute
he wears earrings that hang from his ears
and i swear that’s normally something a gyal would do?
this big black heather, don’t know no better
ra’ siah this is not your avenue
you come from sheffield, only hood that you’ve been in is in your hoodie, facts lets chat the truth
this n~gga wants to be american so bad
carry on like that, you’ll get left with a toe tag
leave your family so sad
you’re iiiberealzs’ bartender, you’re a jokeman
he wants a henny with ice, i want the wray and coke with a bottle so i can crack your head if you move mad
i provoke man, there’s no hope fam
why the f~ck do you dress like this? you look like an emo screaming sheff city
man this n~gga’s like jaycee, trying to make your ends look gangster is crazy
it could go left quickly
all these mother jokes that you’re making bring no stress to me
from i see your mom in the street and we meet, i’m gonna wet up her left titty
i ain’t talking s~xually — i’mma crash your mom with no empathy
you’re a p~ssy you’re far from a threat to me
i’m levels above, you ain’t next to me
ra’ siah..where?
you’ll get fry up…seared
i’m not one of them man you battled in the past
i’m a different tier ~ in a place you’re nowhere near
come around here with your meady self, and what? you thought you weren’t gonna get smoked and aired?
i was writing up sh~lls by the shore on holiday, bro.. you thought i weren’t coming prepared?
f~ck this guy and f~ck his peers
i’m on smoke and they’re on air
i don’t wanna see your face on pengame
go up north but stay up there

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