[Round 1: DNA]
I said, last time I was out here was Blackout 5
And for a while, I was telling Organik I ain't think that was fair
Considering I been in some of the biggest battles in this league and would've had the chain if niggas wasn't acting scared
But I did lose to Illmac 'cause I ain't have my raps prepared, excuses too wack to share
But all them Mac problems just made a nigga from the Apple care
Now I'm back, the fans say, "Take a break"
I say, switch the flow, change the pace
He thought shit was norm’ and found out son a killer: I ain’t with Bates
He searched for the great escape
Thought the venue’s the safest place
But I’ll still sneak a star on the side: Bathing Apes
I don’t care if sir pen in his bag: Jake the Snake
I’ll share a couple points like great debates
The last dude ain’t make the plate
Fast food, let’s put it at Steak n’ Shake
A man’ll be prey with the mill’, so say your grace
Your combinations ain’t safe with me
He thought he got Deal and caught 30: now they yelling, “Take the plea!”
I got the ratchet-
I got the Roscoe on set: Jermaine Dupri
If that’s your girl, make ‘em leave
Or find a cookie on your BM: Baby D’
I’m in his crib, Kaepernick: I’m ‘bout to take a knee
Bring a end to his clique, then send him a clip before A.M., see
Y’all got DNA backwards trying to match A n’ D
The first 48 gon’ be a cold case if y’all see A & E
I’m into all type-
Let’s WORK!
I’m into all types of shit
My mind is sick
I’ll left-right his shit
Then a knife get licked inside his hip
And bet I won’t strike in the same place like when lightning hit!
His jaw I’ll double-tap like I liked the pic
Then make him bolt with the cannon: that’s a pirate ship
He don’t want the smoke, like he trying to quit
All that climbing amount to nothing: that’s a hiking trip
Every rhyme legit
Your squad dying quick
I made sure Ward family ran from this iron fist
I don’t need the hype
I don’t believe he nice
I’ll split his shit, then give him tips like he need advice
No adobo, you ain’t seasoned right
If he would cross me, Jesus Christ
Whoever you wit’ needs a bodyguard: I’m coming for you and the preacher’s wife
All them sleepless nights, it fucked with my mental, Ward
If I said something, it wasn’t by mistake, it’s ‘cause I meant to, Ward
Seeing dead bodies: that’s the type of shit I’m into, Ward
Hit you, then your men, too, Ward
Then peel with the arms over the body like a mental ward!
I get to checking Ward
I never been a friend of Ward
You gon’ need help from New Orleans by the 2nd, Ward!
I could say it forward or backward: either way, I’m ending Ward
Forward, backwards, they both end in “ward”
‘Cause in this first round, I just brought an end to Ward!
I said, last time I was out here was Blackout 5
And for a while, I was telling Organik I ain't think that was fair
Considering I been in some of the biggest battles in this league and would've had the chain if niggas wasn't acting scared
But I did lose to Illmac 'cause I ain't have my raps prepared, excuses too wack to share
But all them Mac problems just made a nigga from the Apple care
Now I'm back, the fans say, "Take a break"
I say, switch the flow, change the pace
He thought shit was norm’ and found out son a killer: I ain’t with Bates
He searched for the great escape
Thought the venue’s the safest place
But I’ll still sneak a star on the side: Bathing Apes
I don’t care if sir pen in his bag: Jake the Snake
I’ll share a couple points like great debates
The last dude ain’t make the plate
Fast food, let’s put it at Steak n’ Shake
A man’ll be prey with the mill’, so say your grace
Your combinations ain’t safe with me
He thought he got Deal and caught 30: now they yelling, “Take the plea!”
I got the ratchet-
I got the Roscoe on set: Jermaine Dupri
If that’s your girl, make ‘em leave
Or find a cookie on your BM: Baby D’
I’m in his crib, Kaepernick: I’m ‘bout to take a knee
Bring a end to his clique, then send him a clip before A.M., see
Y’all got DNA backwards trying to match A n’ D
The first 48 gon’ be a cold case if y’all see A & E
I’m into all type-
Let’s WORK!
I’m into all types of shit
My mind is sick
I’ll left-right his shit
Then a knife get licked inside his hip
And bet I won’t strike in the same place like when lightning hit!
His jaw I’ll double-tap like I liked the pic
Then make him bolt with the cannon: that’s a pirate ship
He don’t want the smoke, like he trying to quit
All that climbing amount to nothing: that’s a hiking trip
Every rhyme legit
Your squad dying quick
I made sure Ward family ran from this iron fist
I don’t need the hype
I don’t believe he nice
I’ll split his shit, then give him tips like he need advice
No adobo, you ain’t seasoned right
If he would cross me, Jesus Christ
Whoever you wit’ needs a bodyguard: I’m coming for you and the preacher’s wife
All them sleepless nights, it fucked with my mental, Ward
If I said something, it wasn’t by mistake, it’s ‘cause I meant to, Ward
Seeing dead bodies: that’s the type of shit I’m into, Ward
Hit you, then your men, too, Ward
Then peel with the arms over the body like a mental ward!
I get to checking Ward
I never been a friend of Ward
You gon’ need help from New Orleans by the 2nd, Ward!
I could say it forward or backward: either way, I’m ending Ward
Forward, backwards, they both end in “ward”
‘Cause in this first round, I just brought an end to Ward!
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