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lirik lagu $tanza the rapper - kobe (mamba mix)

[hook]
f~ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
you know who you are
we ain’t gotta f~ckin’ tag you, we
shoot snakes
the fakes that show attitude
f~ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
b~tch, please
we be running right around you
spin it back
better buckle up for round two
we attack the rats that lack gratitude
f~ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu

[verse 1]
feces hit the fan
so i set that sh~t to oscillate
the cr~ppy blades decapitate you
innards like a pasta plate
ragu
shoot until the mag’s through
had to
make a mask from the mud
that my name got dragged through
pop a cap in that pachyderm
i said get up outta my room
turn the club into a coliseum
i’mma seal your doom
with my uniball, soon enough
evеrybody will assume
i’m the fuhrer
suprеme ruler
back from the tomb
thought that time healed wounds
but these b~tches immune
i’ll banish ’em to massachusetts
hand these witches a broom
opting for cruel and unusual
got the jury flabbergasted while
i pop her pupil, bang the socket
andalusian doggy~style
(ayo, what the f~ck?!)
h~rned crackwh0res
have fallen into my trapdoor
salty when they standing on my big, snowy shoulders
smolder like a mollusk
a victim of molten lava
hold ’em over the fire, their souls oughtta make marvelous
sacrifices to the god of rap whose appetite is ravenous
it’ll take a tectonic platter to satisfy his
desire for phony messiahs and false prophets, i
think my ego is the proper size
fine
i’ll cut it in half
and take it all back
and become an average guy
ignorant paradise
psych!
think i’d rather die
this is advertis~m~nt for the fact that i
remain the master of my craft amidst a paradigm shift
a slave to cl!cks, your eyes are dollar signs
i never break or bend
or chase a trend or compromise
my authenticity, i keep it grade a
so with 929, one more time, lemme hear you say:
[hook]
f~ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
you know who you are
we ain’t gotta f~ckin’ tag you, we
shoot snakes
the fakes that show attitude
f~ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
b~tch, please
we be running right around you
spin it back
better buckle up for round two
we attack the rats that lack gratitude
f~ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu

[verse 2]
sauced up like it’s ragu
b~tch, we gonn’ toe~tag you
swish, we gonn’ stab you
hit your skin like a tattoo
crack ’em like a cashew
run and we gonn’ catch you
shoot like i’m kobe
and then leave you like a statue
mamba mentality
all the opps are just cr~p to me
yeah they lie and they rat on me
watch me pull up to applebee’s
i done tore down stores
i’ll throw beef on floors
b~tch, i quit
i ain’t yours
nada decaf wh0res
all you woke ass jokes
take a seat, take a smoke
of some weed, not some coke
or some crack, you must know
y’all is whack, y’all some hoes
y’all some snowflakes, go do snow
sniff that sh~t, stab and blow
while you’re at it, get some dough
yo
most of these oppas can suck my d~ck
b~tch
no collabing if you’re cappin’
or you’re acting like a ditz
put respect on 929
we tiny, stanza, dj schitz
got you feelin’ pain like chris
when he got slapped by will smith
got a knife in your hand
what you cutting, christmas ham?
like a b~tch in the kitchen
that can’t seem to spread a jam
you ain’t causin’ chaos
when you standin’ frozen like a stick
or a steak
wanna make it?
you’d feel chosen for this sh~t
all you copy~cattin’ cash cobain gentrifiers can l!ck head
i’m tired of this inbred
just breedin’ all these pinheads
along with hoes lip syncing
tryna deface what the timb says
now what they doing instead?
probably huffin’ windex
kobe beef
we with duh goats, no sheep
stackin’ up racks, goat cheese
stanza gonn’ wrap your cheese
been on a mission, the j&j swishing
way back when we met up in 117
f~ck all the staff that was takin’ our snacks
when they found i was hiding ’em under my jeans
f~ck you
[hook]
f~ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu
you know who you are
we ain’t gotta f~ckin’ tag you, we
shoot snakes
the fakes that show attitude
f~ck that beef
ain’t no kobe, ain’t no wagyu

[verse 3]
talk sh~t, get hit, b~tch
y’all better keep your distance
before i put in the hit list
right next where chris is
motherf~ckers be b~tchin’
same ones who wishin’
they be living my life cuz they know that i’ve risen
to another level, unh
they couldn’t reach
someone pass me the shovel
cuz this dog has a disease, unh
call him old yeller
cuz we takin’ him out his misery
claiming to be better than me?
b~tch, please
y’all can’t f~ck with my off days
so why f~ck with scarface?
cuz y’all afraid your lil’ friend’s gonn’ part ways?
so you wanna go throw shade?
motherf~ckers wanna poke me?
okay, i hope they
understand
they don’t wanna do this, man
cuz i got a whole ~rs~nal of bombs in my hand
and i know your plans
cuz you’s a fan
tryna throw rocks at me like the taliban
f~ck that sh~t, motherf~cker
i’m already equipped
with the nine, two guys and they both have clips
so best believe you don’t want acknowledgement
cuz if we take aim, we shootin’ at his lid, unh
y’all shouldn’t let me outta the cage
the motherf~ckin’ lfb comin’ for the jugular vein, unh
spittin’ bl~~dy ink into the tank
cuz each line i spit, they know has my dna
a renegade goin’ through enemy lines
they don’t realize that this kid is legally blind, but
a sharp shooter when he ain’t in the light
so when it comes to these blades
i’m the sharpest with a knife
[verse 4]
i’ll slap a goofy ass n~gga like “kyaa!”
i’ll put it down on a b~tch like “kyaa!”
used to rock the small fro
now i’m on auto
demon time like the long nose
n~gga, lord knows
been a goat for the record
k!ll a goat for the recipe
that’s a breakthrough in therapy
how the f~ck is you a rap n~gga
don’t know nothing ’bout poetry?
$tanza with the troops again
same n~ggas that be shootin’ coke
be the same n~ggas that’ll shoot at a friend
i ain’t ever learned discipline
pops said i was missin’ it
give a f~ck if i got it now
i would lose it all to be a kid again
see him again
bless the omnipotent for giving me gifts
whoever listenin’
why you defendin’ him?
we know he a b~tch
ah!

[verse 5]
class dismissed
detention for the blasphemous
suspend your disbelief and make way for the rapture, it’s a
matter of fact that we surpassed your asses long ago
slash you open, see what makes you tick
real horrorshow
ain’t no comparison
between us and the average
and to think so is a big leap
take a fig leaf in embarrassment, ugh
even the greatest give way to atomization, if you
wanna say sh~t, do it to our face, b~tch
either catch strays or dodge it like the matrix, i’ve
got a king james of opps to slay, but i’ll be patient
a lake of fire’s awaitin’ all of y’all who faded me
even if you ditch 6 and choose to rep the 23
you’re comin’ up short
like jordan in ’94
in his mlb era, you’re playin’ the wrong sport

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