[Round 1: Mike P]
Saga...
You said NOME was a dream come true, but is that from the defiance you went through?
To hit this stage and, show your faith that, you the tightest in your group?
Say, "Look, Mom, I can fly..."
Fuck are you, Travis Scott?
You that close wit' God? Well, I'm admirin' your truth
My apologies - I'm Michael...the Archangel
I'm the Highest in the Room
I'm takin' all y'all heads
I'd be pussy to call y'all threats
Thin line between me and the GOATs like a barnyard fence
This deja vu to that group that you called y'all friends
This ain't the first time battle rap realized you don't belong on X!
I’m makin’ an effort
Pissed off seein’ our names were together
I should’ve interrogated Tay Roc
Instead, you Cave under pressure!
I’ll take him to Heaven
Steal without makin’ a gesture
Clean money, Marty Byrd: I’m an angel investor!
BANG! One shot, he caught the drawn .40 first
Then BANG! Two shots, he hit the calm dirty earth
Then BANG! Three shots gon’ make his core pour a quart!
And if Th3 Saga continues, I’ll make a long story short!
Pussy, calm it down!
Get robbed wit’ an AK, withdraw accounts
Ace told me if I could get rich (Ricch) wit’ a chopper (Choppa), walk him down!
I feed off action!
You gon' rap well, but I'm not convinced
You chose me - you've mistaken common sense for confidence
Ya got neither, cock iron
Dr. Pepper: shots fired
Top flyin'
Hollow points...messed wit' his head: Scott Steiner!
I'm airin' at they idol
It's apparent I ain't like you
Lebron poppin' now, but calm it down comparin' him to Michael!
You in need of some help
You always doin' this...(*smack, smack, smack*)
Punch bars - (*smack*) - 'cause you too Christian to release off the belt
That porn angle is played out, but...so is this
It needs to be shelved
I guess even in battle rap, it's still doors locked, lights off, and you beatin' yourself
It's parallel
What I jot hot, too
Don't even act like I will not knot you
Dissect you wit' a fine comb
You? Tied up here, your plotline through
You peep the man bun, bitch? I'm on the top, (k)not you
It's GOAT shit!
Opposin'? Suck a whole dick
I'm a notch above you
Owned every card I been on for a year straight
I will not be humble!
Taurus out, five-shot revolver and I plot to slump you
I gotta be your higher power, Saga - only God can judge you
Saga...keep comin' wit' that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leading to your loss in salary
You here to act like you still a boss and battle me
I'm here to put some life into your false reality
Saga...
You said NOME was a dream come true, but is that from the defiance you went through?
To hit this stage and, show your faith that, you the tightest in your group?
Say, "Look, Mom, I can fly..."
Fuck are you, Travis Scott?
You that close wit' God? Well, I'm admirin' your truth
My apologies - I'm Michael...the Archangel
I'm the Highest in the Room
I'm takin' all y'all heads
I'd be pussy to call y'all threats
Thin line between me and the GOATs like a barnyard fence
This deja vu to that group that you called y'all friends
This ain't the first time battle rap realized you don't belong on X!
I’m makin’ an effort
Pissed off seein’ our names were together
I should’ve interrogated Tay Roc
Instead, you Cave under pressure!
I’ll take him to Heaven
Steal without makin’ a gesture
Clean money, Marty Byrd: I’m an angel investor!
BANG! One shot, he caught the drawn .40 first
Then BANG! Two shots, he hit the calm dirty earth
Then BANG! Three shots gon’ make his core pour a quart!
And if Th3 Saga continues, I’ll make a long story short!
Pussy, calm it down!
Get robbed wit’ an AK, withdraw accounts
Ace told me if I could get rich (Ricch) wit’ a chopper (Choppa), walk him down!
I feed off action!
You gon' rap well, but I'm not convinced
You chose me - you've mistaken common sense for confidence
Ya got neither, cock iron
Dr. Pepper: shots fired
Top flyin'
Hollow points...messed wit' his head: Scott Steiner!
I'm airin' at they idol
It's apparent I ain't like you
Lebron poppin' now, but calm it down comparin' him to Michael!
You in need of some help
You always doin' this...(*smack, smack, smack*)
Punch bars - (*smack*) - 'cause you too Christian to release off the belt
That porn angle is played out, but...so is this
It needs to be shelved
I guess even in battle rap, it's still doors locked, lights off, and you beatin' yourself
It's parallel
What I jot hot, too
Don't even act like I will not knot you
Dissect you wit' a fine comb
You? Tied up here, your plotline through
You peep the man bun, bitch? I'm on the top, (k)not you
It's GOAT shit!
Opposin'? Suck a whole dick
I'm a notch above you
Owned every card I been on for a year straight
I will not be humble!
Taurus out, five-shot revolver and I plot to slump you
I gotta be your higher power, Saga - only God can judge you
Saga...keep comin' wit' that lost mentality
Your ignorance is leading to your loss in salary
You here to act like you still a boss and battle me
I'm here to put some life into your false reality
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