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lirik lagu team backpack - bar fight™ - mad squablz vs denzil porter

[mad squablz round 1]
heavenly elevated
to the highest point, apply your voice
i rhyme with a fine supply of wiser choice
divine, but it’s time that most apply their coins
mind is confined is hard to find the joy to rise, and at times they trying to stop your boy
try, but you can’t avoid a blacker voice
heart too strong, is time that i destroy
is time to put that life on pause
i might go off
these rappers ain’t got no heart
these n-gg-s trying to sneak up in the game, 500 for a show, they reminding me of lonzo ball
what’s a crawl to a baby step?
what’s a loss to an angry vet? – it’s obsolete
mind too sharp, as far as i can see
and they gon’ stay mad as long as i can speak
you know that
really, i would never opt to preach
or drop a toxic speech like an aqua priest
but it’s obvious i can see
i’ve been up next to rise, but i’m not beneath
my soul too delicate, flow too syllabus
as for the folks unknown to the elements
i can never let ’em in
please, acting like it’s elementary
but really, you can never end me
i’ve been trying to hide from the scriptures
been to h-ll and back, but forgot to take pictures
dark skies getting midly addictive
signs of the sickness, highly afflicted
time for the mischievous, dive in the the eyes of a misfit
you should feel honored to witness
“why they bother with this sh-t?”
’cause if you ain’t build for the grind, my n-gg-, you should probably quit this
n-gg-s know i’m bound to crack the code
that’s why they always grill me at the shows
denzil, why they hating on the gods?
prolly wanna send us back to start
but sorry, i’m just all across the board
in layman’s term: i came to change the game
and endanger y’all for sure
they would never take me off my course
i just be taking my time, i’m never wasting my time
i pay these haters no mind, i give ’em a glimpse of the grind
i never tell them my plays, i’m so ahead of the game
i’m so ahead of my time, they already digging my graves
squablz!

[denzil porter round 1]
here i go, get it done quick
jamaican, it look like i’m jogging when i run sh-t
it’s blatant, girl got a problem, ladies love this
you already know what her eyes on (horizon) not the sunset
fiends come in abundance, on the corner with fun dip
pushing that off white, the color of kris humphries
and i run with, homies who make movies with the gun clips
i be with your favorite rappers whenever i got the munchies
you know i got a modified thumbstick
in the game, but my element is higher
you thin rice paper, i’m earth, wind and fire
a he-rs- and a choir, is what you’ll acquire
for messing with i
america strives on the stuff it denies like freedom and life and that’s why we ride
and they’re ain’t no better options
look, and they’ve been saying it for years and ain’t show me
ay, you always see me with the same homies
i said: you always see me with the same homies
we be getting fired live like james comey
they don’t want a piece of (pizza) me, there’s anchovies
i’ve been k!lling these mics, i am sony
and i feel the world’s mine, i am tony
and i wreck sick (anorexic) , i am bony
and im gold like acapulco [?]
all could go broke
then we bounce back like we all could pogo
see, i’m like any other man, all i do is apply and demand – that’s an al capone quote
out down south with a route to go to
in the trap where they loading up more than pro tools
fans say i’m the best, i’m the go-to’s go-to
now my head so big, i’m always out the photo
whoa

[denzil porter round 2]
when chicken’s little the sky is falling
i see you on a roll, but your tire’s balding
was lit, now your fire’s calming
when i’m going broke i bounce back like hired higher spalding
you react like your life is on the line, every night is calling
i might as well, go hard in the paint like midas will
[?], and its real, touch the pen and pad is like king midas’ brail
d-mn i win so much i might make lighters fail
homie, i know k!llers, you know types of whales
i’ll shame you (shamu)
you see world? (sea world) i’m overhead with free w-lly bars
can’t tip these cars, even if i slam on ’em really hard
the whole throttle, a role model, whose soul’s bottled
and knows not to open too much doors, they gon’ knock you
nas said it was written, swear i live in that whole novel
[?] told squablz no one as nice as after that o vowel
so if them b-tches say something, burn down their whole brothel
spit sick, but in game fifth, don’t let that cold stop you
reality shows, that show that ratchet living
relation ships in bad conditions, they just practice fishing
a bunch of snakes you see they backs is missing
rusty minds have so much friction, figuring out facts and fiction
n-gg-s with excuses they just practice missing
i take every shot that i can take, even my bad decisions sometimes they just actually lessons
i can’t talk about my rain (reign) ’cause i’m in cali now
and i’m stepping back to say: who got that cali loud?

[mad squablz round 2]
patience running low, i’m sick of standing still
my verbal antics made this man too sk!lled
now, imma be real: i was never the freshest prince, but i can hand you wills
i summon these rappers that i just happened to stab and k!ll
most these rappers ain’t half as real as they pose to be
supposedly, we live in a world where the frauds control the scene
i scold the soap opera
dispose of foes, mockin’ souls, awkward
beyond my soles, i watch you hoes squander
better hide your tails
n-gg-s out here rocking male rompers
beyond the sales, stylin’ pocket books and nail polish
these creatures dwell, [?] procedures help
keep the stealth, let these creatures quell
please, somebody drag these queens to h-ll
yo, to y’all is just a mere dress-up
i think [?] these severe measures
trying to stay popular, that’s queer pressure
[?]
i can’t accomodate while in a conscious state with all these wierd gestures
i plan to be immortalized and mortify you
disorganize the course of mortal minds and horrify you
my inner optics are philosophic
i’ll quickly spill a toxin and k!ll your prophet my logic is built on profit
probably, i’m sorta, kinda, outlandish with my mouth, it’s candid
rappers aren’t really outstanding, they just out standing
comtemplating fortune at a pivital cost
really trying to be signed and sealed, but can’t deliver them bars
that’s the kind of sh-t that makes stevie wonder
like, what’s the real reason they wanna see me under?
maybe ’cause they know i got the power to seize the slumber
maybe ’cause i’m on a rise and bound to be above them
but you know people like to see you doing good, but never better than them
quick to give you that bishop treatment with that devilish grin
ay-yo, i resent the attempt at pretend
it’s sq and the bar king
so this death you won’t get to prevent
squablz!

[mad squablz round 3]
listen, i’m back with the bars, dismantle two tracks without an accurate cause
lyrical tactics strong enough to do some damage to gods
smack a rapper and have his vanity gone
answer your scarred
i’ll gladly shatter your heart and take the battery charge
as a matter of fact i’ll snap your break in half in a spar
spontanious with my vernacular crack at your jaw
the jagged edge to a dagger, i’ll cap your abdomen
i’m an adamant advocate for leaving wack rap with a loss
until i master the art i spit these hazardous thoughts
leave you with a lack of a thought that you shouldn’t rap anymore
i approach a poser with plans to turn a man to a corpse
against this ill mind, let’s see who hops in and gets scorched
these haters baffled, if i ain’t spitting ain’t no talking
i just let the stats show
i’ve been doing numbers like a raffle
i’m past those silly-looking critics looking timid with their wack posts
n-gg-s frigid when i spit a fast flow
“that’s facts though”
like a crack addict on his last smoke, i’m that dope
scolding my vocabulary, they want me to rap slow
so at a rap show you get no p-ss or no dap hoe
“why you gotta be such an -sshole?”
it’s natural, been scoffin’ at rappers often attacking coffin
respect the marksmen, a simple thought can detach your [?]
slap your carc-ss, casket is vastly gone and still wrapped in garments
i’ve been a monster, they’ve been imposters
you’re that important
me and porter got this rapping sh-t
diligent catalyst, spitting the illest of raps with limited accidents
truly adequate with the pad and pen
just an adamant antonym of an artist who lack the heart to just go and grab the win
they say i lack substance
shut your inexperienced -ss up
can’t even write a rap and trying to p-ss judgement
cats frontin’, acting like they fly, but they ain’t flap nothing
past bluffing, gotta watch these n-gg-s like the last supper
i don’t even need to get approval
just as long as my gift is useful, and the words which i spit is truthful
yo, i let a hater speak only when i choose to
’cause when i want your opinion, n-gg-, i’ll give it to you

look, my jumper cables got jumpers able to jump on tables
i’m turning favorites to chicken and waffles with too much maple
as sweet as cane, and i think it’s safe to say cause biblically speaking i be k!lling brothers that think they’ able
to contest eye, what’s blinding your mind, ’cause it ain’t stable
some artists like ditsy b-tches, still waiting on labels
i just say “ok, why? (o- ky)”, i guess these rappers must love it -n-l
though, my attraction for rapping is fatal – i just ain’t with that
not new to a track, you see the mutant is back
with art officially(artificially) flavored, check the nutrition facts
when it’s a wrap, have so much cr-p you have to loosen your hat
see, i done told you ’bout that tooth in the back
plus you know i like to chew and see the juice from all the losers that rap
so i don’t have my bars tendered, i don’t loosen the fat
i move like bruce, but the bat
i’m a moose with the racks
i’m from where skaters get you robbed
throw up a deuce for big black
you see, homies be trying to tell me what i should call next
i just leaped two hundred feet, f-ck what you call steps
i just need two chicks that’s freak, and then i’m all set
i’m in the bronx connecting queens, gettin’ that throgs neck
text me while i’m getting it, test me and you’re sh-tting it
not even engineers could compress me without getting hit
but i’m in the home where bangers rep hard, i’m brett favre
overhead bars, got ’em dying; owen hart, what’s next god?
hate the way we treated, but wanna be in this skin
if they could they would be needles that sting
tryna freeload the loud with bad spirits and the evils within
still roasting that reggie bush like back when he was with kim
why are you here? you know that i make lives disappear
squablz couldn’t buy you time
“couldn’t even buy you a beer”
they mentioned o.c.d. the wrong way
then hit the stage for six seconds and the crowd got they faces like it’s a long day
who wanna ride when the p-ssengers h-t the hardest?
that’s what happens when you’re so d-mn p-ssionate to be flawless
you’re a wannabe, take it from me: you’re sh-t is garbage
you might as well come at me, ’cause you d-mn sure can’t f-ck with locksmith
and toxsikk i wish you would, but you’d probably resort to lodges
i’m sorry, next time you could more clear when you mention oswin
that’s what happen when the action is raw
this is not a tap on your jaw, it’s a tap on your.. urgh, watch your mouth

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