lirik lagu urltv - calicoe vs. geechi gotti
[calicoe]
i’m a boss and a g~nius
and the wizard, go ‘head, you first
[geechi gotti]
i wanted to go first
[calicoe]
i’m sorry we gotta do this, man
[round 1: geechi gotti]
ay, smack
why the f~ck you got this bum even standing next to gotti?
last time i was in houston i caught the coin, this time i only came here to catch a body
n~gga, this a homi’; i’m talking tragic sh~t
banana clip: i had to curve the magazine for this f~ggot b~tch
who mans is this? i feel like y’all tryn’ play me bro
toranio ain’t gon’ be able to duck these shots unless toran’ neo
this not “the matrix”, i come from hatred, that’s all it is where i stay
i really done shot n~ggas, their kids gon’ grow up and want revenge some day
n~gga, i don’t f~ckin’ play! i’m from the mud, guns and drugs
we used to f~ck the samе b~tches; on me, we sharеd ’em
hittin’ l!cks with masks and black air forces like tuskegee airmen
n~gga, who he scaring? battle rap is my sh~t, i’m really him
it used to be roc but the face changed over the years like li’l kim
but speaking of li’l kim, probably name my gun after her
you know, the one with the pole extended
remember that sh~t was f~ckin’ big (b.i.g.) and the nose looked different?
bro, you trippin’! why would you try to stand with me?
don’t you know my rounds come with no limit like master p?
n~gga, f~ck that clock; in order to save this body they gon’ have to cut somethin’ off like a amputee
n~gga, as for me, my time comin’
kick in ya do’ lookin’ for work; i’m job huntin’
or i’m gunnin’, if rap don’t work then
i’ma… what’s kim k br~~ n~gga i’ma rob somethin’
the mob comin’, i was doing this way before smack was rich, really clappin’ sh~t
after the mission we don’t even talk, you really had to be there to knew what happened like a app event
n~gga, you asked for this!
when i was a young n~gga, them other n~ggas was just young n~ggas; me, i was a pro~teen, it was real
if them li’l n~ggas wanted to put in work, i was the one who had to invite ’em and see on the drill
i’m tellin’ you, i wasn’t anemic, the only time my iron low in the field
n~gga, shoot who? i really don’t think cal’ll see ’em and peel
n~gga, listen, i will shoot ya mama with her sister, don’t get me agitated, cannons blazin’
ya mama dead and ya auntie (anti) bodied, least she was vaccinated
i’m glad you made it cuz you was tryna run from this
duckin’ me askin’ smack for charlie like i couldn’t put you in front of clips
the gun’ll lift, n~gga, we poppin’ hollows
steel to the side of ya helmet’ll have the wig hangin’ off the back like polamalu
n~gga, we got guns in the building, fasho then, don’t make us blow them
speaking of polamalu, ay troy, can we get some mo’ in?
i’m ’bout to go in so f~ck you and them dumb ass cartier glasses on yo’ face got you feelin’ like you a straight goon
i ain’t brizz, i ain’t t~top and i ain’t mook
swing on me, i’ma have them buffs all over the venue, turn this b~tch to the shade room
ay, fool, from shootin’ to trappin’, it ain’t too much that i didn’t do
gang bangin’ to rap, i’m really living proof
in the house with so many birds i ain’t know if it was the trap spot or a pigeon coop
listen, fool, i’m tellin’ you it was all white; put it in that pyrex you could see the glass steam
coke was so white, sh~t coulda f~cked around and owned caffeine
yeah, i’m not no hero, cal, i’m the villain
one shot’ll have half ya face on the floor, the other half’ll hit the ceilin’
this n~gga callin’ 911 and wonder why ain’t n0body pickin’ up…
they got this dumb ass b~tch jaz in the building!
and when it’s real…
(to jaz the rapper)
i love you
(to calicoe)
ay, go ‘head, rap
n~gga, let’s go, 1~0
[round 1: calicoe]
first off, boy i can get you offed first
i feel like a pitcher on a mound cuz right now one head nod’ll get you off first
but ay, he shouldn’t never led off while i’m tryna get my lead off
fastb~lls but these ain’t gon’ walk ’em, they gon’ take his head off
you dead, dog; all that “we cool” sh~t is dead, dog
clip hangin’ out the .40 like the tongue on a dead dog
no pun intended, see, these rap n~ggas ain’t got no money or no shooters wit’ em
they gotta call n~ggas: their rolls royces and their rugers rented
we authentic and all sh~ttin’ like i took a laxative
i’m back again’; none of these n~ggas can’t match my wind
smack hit my jack like, “ay, it’s time to attack again”
i said “how much you gon’ give me for clips?” he said, “i ain’t bringing that n~gga back again!”
but they got me back on summer madness again!
this sh~t startin’ to… (crowd: feel like summer madness again!)
oh sh~t! that’s smack sittin’ back like: “d~mn, we ’bout to see if geechi really the new cal'”
plus i ain’t never battled here; i feel like they done stamped the pack with a scorpion and put me in front of a new town
but what y’all don’t know is i been here over a month, i was walkin’ ’round the galleria and came up with two rounds
and now my houston b~tch sayin’ she love me so i hit beasley and let him know geechi was the only p~ssy that had to be flewed out
i’m here to talk to marcus; i be talkin’ to bay loc
i randomly baaaaah’d on a n~gga cuz nowadays it be so much d~ck suckin’ goin’ on, it’s disrespectful to even say goat
i be wanting to laugh at a n~gga, this gon’ be my daughter favorite part cuz he wanna play, tho
i send a b~tch to get him, she got h~rns and a halo
shooters come when i say so but we tryna take it to where he wanna take it
y’all see we all the way in mothaf~ckin’ h~town, we’ll just start taking it to wherever he wanna take it
catch him at the bodega, 100 rounds done swiss cheesed on a bacon
the store owner screamin’ out “i don’t think he gonna make it!”
you got a problem? i suggest you to squeeze
cuz where i’m from n~ggas get k!lled for tryna wave it and leave
with that .30, i’m stephen curry: i’ll hit bay by the threes
but that gauge, lebron james: it really make him believe
even the leagues, like, “how we gon’ stop this n~gga?!
why he be on stage talkin’ cra~~” cuz i feel like i’m that n~gga
so for the low tier who got a problem with all top tier n~ggas
come and spend some money and be your own contract k!ller
i’m not that n~gga to run up on; b~tch, i’m a phenom
what bay gon’ hide when slide? this b~tch’ll knock a tree down
won’t leave a witness, my condolences to the people wit’ him
i know they from that la culture but it ain’t no three wheel motion when we pull up hittin’ switches
b~tch, this the message of the day:
for all you li’l lame ass n~ggas sittin’ at home watchin’ summer madness
sometimes shut the f~ck up and take lessons from a great
put a tight security system on him: i had to press him from the gate
just know it won’t the kanye way when i address him with the drac’
cuz if i get the chop’, i could probably hit him from further but it’ll be loud
so i’ma use the .40 to engineer the murder and turn it down
we saw geechi peekin’, we came and made the sound clear
but don’t base (bass) this off the trouble (treble) i be in, b~tch i’m a pioneer
mr. summer madness! mr. never~influence~n~ggas~to~rhyme~weird
these n~ggas think the url their home, b~tch, this a timeshare!
get some humble pie, realize you don’t reside here
think uncle ra: e’rybody get 15 minutes to shine here
rap, n~gga!
[round 2: geechi gotti]
back to this~~ back to the real sh~t, man
i know y’all like cheerin’, y’all ain’t heard my boy in a while, man
ya’ahm sayin’
[calicoe]
hahahaha… let’s go
this sh~t different, man
[gecchi gotti]
i didn’t need this battle, though (if it’s so different) i already done made my name
’round here, n~gga, thangs done changed
you needed me, i only showed up cuz the bread was good like raising cane’s
n~gga, i don’t play no games!
[calicoe]
they know, they know we had to b~~
y’a~~ y’all made a good decision, y’all know who the main event
[geechi gotti]
i don’t play no games!
call me by my real name but your name is toranio hightower… what make you think i’ma let this dweeb harm me?
hollow tip the bullethead; i wouldn’t miss the (mr.) hightower if i was steve harvey
n~gga, we the army, ask around, i’m the top loc’
catch you in that 4 and get five of yo’ n~ggas hit and yo’ pop smoked
you can’t tell me that you not broke with all that internet panhandlin’ you be doing, got you soundin’ like a leacher, homie
get pistol whipped ’til ya’ face break, all kind of p’s is on him
now go back online and ask yo’ fans for some feature money
smack was tryna keep you from me, he know what i’d do to you
stand over the body screamin’ “f~ck them kids” while i’m shootin’ you
(yeah, that’s my sh~t
run that song up, too)
…screamin’ “f~ck them kids” while i’m shootin’ you
don’t be stupid, fool, you know i stay wil’in’
blower to the dome, get ya sh~t pushed back more than drake album
n~gga, that need a donda~marco but speaking of march though, yo’ last battle, you did some sucka sh~t
you claim you so cool with hitman but you showed up to a battle with a n~gga you knew he wasn’t f~ckin’ wit’
what’s up with this? you coulda f~ck around, got that n~gga shot
n~ggas always thinkin’ it’s just battle rap until it’s not
but peep the plot: he was on stage like, “i ain’t know he was gon’ be there, hitman” shaking hands and giving pounds
you was lyin’ wit’ a straight face; you had a bar about the n~gga being in the building in your round!
n~gga, you a clown! when i look at you i don’t see nothing tough, you a f~ckin’ chump
you was on live using that n~gga as a toy soldier, all of a sudden your battery died and you got that n~gga jumped
what you gon’ say? “he wasn’t really my mans” man, shut up, punk!
the fact is: the n~gga woulda never been at the gas station if you ain’t pump him up!
you think you’ll set a n~gga like me up and get on stage and rap? no way in h~ll
if that was me, it’d have been so many shots i’da f~ck around turned that citgo into the sh~ll
this n~gga frail! i don’t give a f~ck about none of these n~ggas i see wit’ you
to keep it real, yo’ daddy is the only real stepper that be wit’ you
that altercation vers’ brizz? that was yo’ daddy who had to step in
altercation with ill will? yo’ daddy had to step in
altercation vers~~ i shouldn’t have to finish the rest, family
but if y’all ain’t look so much alike, i’d swear he was yo’ stepdaddy
every time a n~gga step to you, he step up
cal, stop livin’ off yo’ daddy name and get yo’ rep up
n~gga, you a grown ass man but worryin’ about ain’t n0body respectin’ you
that’s cuz you in yo’ 30s and yo’ daddy still out here protectin’ you…
n~gga, you’z a b~tch!
you told the side of the ops to go against ya mans
n~gga, you’z a b~tch!
you bought a flight for a n~gga you met on instagram
n~gga, you’z a b~tch!
n~gga, you dissed every n~gga in the battle rap culture but claim y’all cool, i can never respect it
n~gga, you’z a b~tch!
you threw that weak ass punch on brizz and it barely connected
n~gga, you’z a b~tch!
you heard me, fam
infrared: dot on the side of calicoe, it ain’t murdaland
[calicoe]
he needs some mo’!
[geechi gotti]
i got mo’!
you are not little blackface! you calicoe the battle rapper
you talk sh~t online just to create a battle after
cal a actor, my daddy probably wasn’t around as much so i know the struggle
yo’ daddy been supportin’ you ya whole career, that really show he love you
you should give him more respect, last time he was behind bars he couldn’t touch you
if i was you when you battled loaded, i woulda told lux “f~ck you”
cuz yo’ daddy wasn’t no lost n~gga, he used to keep out the streets cuz he had to keep you out that b~tch
but somehow you kept makin’ yo’ way in ’em for some clout and sh~t
that n~gga tried to keep out of harm’s way cuz he know what the streets can do
but them years he went to jail and was ghost, you fell in love with the power: i can see the tariq in you
on me, it’s true; you want them to believe yo’ daddy was out here leadin’ you on, teachin’ you wrong
n~gga, please! you probably never had a fight growing up; they’ll be like, “that’s blackface son, cuh, leave him alone”
you was spoonfed, you wanna act like you live a life that was goon~led, n~gga, never
if he was anything like meech and them, you probably had the best birthdays ever
n~gga, you was just a privileged kid who wanted to rap
him being a good father, he supported with that
and bro, this is facts; if he was really mafia, we know he was really bringing in mad figures
unless y’all was lying and he was “that big~meech~back~up~singin’~ass n~gga”
but you know what? we know that ain’t true, his position with the mob was never in question
but you was never heedin’ the lesson, all you seen was the flexin’
that’s why you wanna tell everybody you sell drugs; even got bars in ya songs about how you and john john d~mn near was being arrested
tried to act tough on stage and got speared halfway ‘cross that muh’f~cka; that’s what you get for always thinkin’ it’s wrestling
yo’ pops had money, he moved you out the hood, you ain’t had no business being up in them sections
he knew how hard it be for a kid with this color skin complexion
n~gga, yo’ daddy wasn’t never no lost n~gga, yo’ b~tch ass just ain’t know how to follow his directions!
and y’all wanna act like dawg a threat?
same n~gga who was skinnin’ dippin’ with six different b~tches… come to find out they all was prep?
and when it’s rea~~
who him? who him? he don’t know me?
he never~~ ay, he never heard of me?
he never heard of me?
go ‘head, you ain’t head of me, cuh?
go ‘head, time
[round 2: calicoe]
he right, i am a b~tch… that’s what my baby mama told me when she left me
i had a lot on my mind preparing for this battle, i ain’t gon’ lie, this sh~t was hectic
my baby told me stop f~ckin’ ’round with all these b~tches, now i regret it
but we both gon’ be there for torian so ain’t nothin’ left but to respect it
but as i was preparin’ for this hectic ass battle, it dawned on me: i’m the most versatile n~gga in this sh~t
cuz through all this i been battling a blood now they got me battling a crip
i already beat verb so i ain’t gotta battle a b~tch
i went in the back like “i ain’t the main event?! what type of summer madness is this?!”
we got a problem, houston! i’m here to show the goons how the goblins do it
i’m in a striker, mazda or buick, slide when i shoot it
like call of duty but i’m in a real warzone with two mags
where a n~gga got a 1v1 guide for the gulag
chopper dismember a n~gga, send him in two bags
they sent me here to finish you, n~gga (to smack:) which should make you mad
cuz he’s the investment, now you gotta watch me breeze through the test to give geechi a lesson
the same sh~t we did with roc, the same way
y’all saw him talkin’ to another league and called me, the same day
the same play, i school the talent, y’all specialize on who to manage
weapon rise, he should be breathalysed how he be losin’ balance
(to geechi:) you ever seen a crip throwin’ up blood? rrraaaah! he ’bout to lose a gallon
i told you smack the face, beasley do the bookings, i choose the talent
you ain’t a champion until i approve the challenge, i don’t care how many belts they hand you, melt his candle
“ay, homie, you need some help?” turn into a~wax on camera
he talkin’ ’bout “i ain’t k!llin’ no kids” sounding like caine… i’m like “dependin’ on what he owe, dawg, i’ll whack his grandma”
“you actin’ like a b~tch right now! gimme my joint!” well, in my case, it’s a fronto
i’ll have my la eses at his projects pr~nto
you was made to be a worker, i was designed to be capo
i’m the reason for your whole future and uoeno it but you remind me of rocko
he be throwin’ that westside, he don’t remind us of pac, though
i really love california, how you think i got aligned with the vatos?
this sh~t real, n~gga; what you know about being with the cartel in the hills with ’em?
gettin’ that sh~t for so low, it don’t even make it back home; soon as i slide from the boat, i flip it to my chino hills n~gga
he stop at the car, the smell pop out the jar
i’m tryna ball, i just made a 60 pack play a block from lavar
i’m just puttin’ you in the mindset
yeah, he rap good but i ain’t lied yet
he one of them la n~ggas that i’d tax like “this the big baller strand!”
geechi gotti: that’s what you call a fan with a flawless plan
who saw a n~gga like me talkin’ that sh~t, took it all within
and said “i could be just like this”; finesse the flawless pen
now they done put the superman “s” on his chest but they ain’t guard his head
if a n~gga say he don’t f~ck with me, i wouldn’t even tell him he ain’t the smartest fan
cuz when it comes to real art, it don’t get no real respect until the art is dead
so tell my daughter how you feel about me whenever i exit
just know the stage gon’ feel like detroit whenever i bless it
they even hated on jesus so i ain’t never affected
n~ggas characters be in question, i’m nothin’ less than a legend
i’m speakin’ facts, n~gga; they pay me to argue with you rap n~ggas
(you see we ain’t have no faceoff!) i don’t even get no promo and i still feel like i lapped n~ggas
don’t cap, n~gga; me and tay was on the nutty blocc with the pack wit’ us
i’m a trap n~gga, no camera or planet i’m on gon’ make me act different
wack n~gga!
[round 3: geechi gotti]
they said gotti bought the streets back, the feel was missin’, i restored it
i’m old school, i don’t fit into this new era where criminal acts get recorded
like, how that’s sounding? so many n~ggas gettin’ k!lled on live cuz they rather watch their comment section instead of their surroundings
it’s astounding how many n~ggas faking a image, sometimes i just wanna get ’em some help
but i think about my life and all the sh~t i was dealt
i told my op i had a bullet with his name on it; caught him lackin’, all that tough sh~t was beginning to melt
bullet with his name on it: crazy how a n~gga be lookin’ when he starin’ at a sh~ll of himself
n~gga, i done shot n~ggas when i was just a teen but you wouldn’t know that, fasho facts
the first mission i had to walk to the ops and if i made it back to the house and that gun wasn’t empty, i had to go back
n~gga, listen here, i thought about my grandma the first time i shot a n~gga who didn’t die
she always told me, “baby, you be anything you wanted” i just wouldn’t know it until i tried
she probably ain’t think i was listening but i heard her
she just ain’t realize that one day i would attempt murder
big burner, n~gga, you gotta keep a glock in the streets
the nina, i use to rock it like my outfit, the baby: i had to rock it to sleep
speaking of sleep, though, it was sirens and gunshots, no lullabies, my lifestyle mainey
i know fiends who sold their kids for a couple grams of crack; gave a new meaning of “rock~a~bye baby”
n~gga, this sh~t crazy, i’ll beat the brakes off you
get up close and squeeze the arm on this b~tch like ray charles do
cal, you know we got rich off dog food, that’s just how a vet do
i’ll make ya baby chew on a fn, tell ’em it’s alphabet soup
n~gga, you gon’ check who? i can’t wait
in the streets i was known for the yay and the rock: my whole life was like a jay tape
they say dawg, don’t have the guns and the drugs in the same place
but my dumb ass kept having the mill’ (meal) right next to the base (bass) like a drake date
i ain’t here for play~play, i’m tryn’ hurt this n~gga
when the bullets dip in your locs on stage, your death gon’ look like a verzuz, n~gga
i’m talkin’ ’bout he~rs~s, n~gga, they say all these dudes you k!llin’, you gotta stop
my spanish plug said, “look, these caskets can’t fit more than two bodies” so listen, if it’s over dose he tryna figure out how i plan on fittin’ all (fentanyl) these bodies in a box
n~gga, i’m from nutty blocc, where i come from when it come to stripes, you really had to earn that sh~t
before you had to shoot yo’ gun, you really had to learn that sh~t
from the trigger to how the hammer feel
real shooters know we be wit’ our gun so much, that sh~t be like your friend for real
f~ck the man of steel, for certain i’m crippin’
i put n~ggas on the shirt for attention
i done took n~ggas off the streets and put ’em in funeral homes; yeah, i call it lookin’ out, how they gon’ consider it murder?
i done gave so many n~ggas their permanent housing i should be called a social worker
where yo’ kids at? i’ll slap ya mama, look at you and say i did that; ya mans a goof
i’ll knock you out then stomp you out ’til you snaggletooth
pull out the gun, raise you up just to pop one in you like battle truth
now tell that n~gga lux f~ck a head count
we in houston; if he get hurt, st. josephs ain’t giving beds out
n~gga, cal, you know what it is, you not a thug
only n~gga tell me i’m gon’ get this work gon’ be the plug
cuz when it’s real y’all can tell, y’all can see it in their eyes
go ‘head, see if you can make n~ggas believe them lies
n~gga, time
[round 3: calicoe]
i birthed these type of n~ggas, put ’em over my shoulder and burped these type of n~ggas
i be tryna give n~ggas the game, i ain’t tryna hurt these type of n~ggas
i know geechi be doing his thang and that’s what i like about him
but when smack call that name i gotta take the life up out him
in houston like boosie tell ’em to wipe me~wipe me down
chopper kick like nike~chopper~chopper kick like niketown
they showing up to battles pricey now, i’m talkin’ ice and all
stick a knife in him, get him cut like isotol (?)
the flow different so i don’t get the same price as y’all
you could be shaq, you could kobe, you could be lebron: i’m mike to y’all
they amazed with me but it’s like they ain’t afraid until they in the cage wit’ me
fluff the pillows, spread the sheets, the bed made with me
when you talk about the streets, it’s like you knew a n~gga that was close to in it; when i rap, they know i’m in it
when you spit it, they don’t supposed to get it, they supposed to feel it
but all yo’ sh~t is mostly k!llings so where is all the money from the dope you dealing?
cuz when the bodies drop the money stop, ahk but you wouldn’t know that feeling
you went and named yourself after john gotti… you don’t even know that n~gga
all we know is he a white man who couldn’t come to an agreement with his co~defendants
i’m the goat, you gotta go get it, you got it, gotti?
you stepped on; if you want potent dope, i got it~got it
gotti got it (~psh~) send my young b~tch, she got at gotti
thinkin’ wit’ his d~ck, the miss got at gotti, now god got him, baow!
but she don’t shoot him, she do bizarre, probably
like nothing visible, just some sh~t that’s gon’ show in the autopsy
all i had to do was bop her a plane ticket to the bahamas
get him whacked for some loose change for gettin’ out of pocket
stop playin’ wit’ me, geechi!
and i’m glad you ain’t come up here and speak on sh~t that’s real… like real real
and ask me why i ain’t speak on sh~t cuz ion’t know who’s gon’ get k!lled
i just know we saw the hyenas running from us after we caught one of the cubs lacking in the field
but we from the jungle, we take that type of sh~t on the chin
just know all the hyenas that was laughin’, we know who all y’all n~ggas is
enough of that, though, that’s a trap that we ain’t ’bout to fall in
my n~gga roddy just got off his tether thursday, it was like yesterday when they gave my dawg 10
they gave me 50 for this match, last battle he was at, they wasn’t even giving this dawg 10
we lookin’ forward, we ain’t lookin’ back, this ain’t no pokerface, n~gga, i’m really all in
they talkin’ ’bout i was sleep on a n~gga hotel floor, well tell me some real sh~t for the culture that y’all did
these battle n~ggas’ll say anything for a reaction out the side of they mouth
just know if i was layin’ on a n~gga floor all night, i was outside of his house
dividing ’em out, never been the type that’s fine with the clout, i need my money
all y’all n~ggas was signed in a drought, that sh~t ain’t funny
they turning the battle rap industry into the rap industry
with all the n~ggas url got locked in, i’m startin’ to think smack salary cap is infinity
just like the clip, i’ll leave a n~gga in the holy trinity
procrastination is the devil, n~gga, i’m my only enemy
i ain’t hating, it’s just levels, you will never be as good as me
but you fire for what you do, i would acquire and want you, too
you perfect for when i got something to do, you know, like a cool substitute
you a cool dude, you get views, these people really f~ck wit’ you
you made it to the top for real, all hustle, no luck wit’ you
i wouldn’t be a real n~gga if i ain’t feel that
but f~ck that, tonight i’m ridin’ slabs on candy paint looking for pints without the seals cracked
you already know how i feel, smack
you need to bring the next event back to the d, ain’t n0body gon’ get k!lled, smack!
after a n~gga battle me, i make ’em feel wack
cuz it’s a difference between metaphors and real rap
landslide!
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