[Round 1: Gjonaj]
This part is the future
You've been dying to battle me Danny
And it's been a long wait
But you even look at me the wrong way and it's long blades
See saw shank, there's no escaping this shit, it ain't Shawshank
Now can you picture a way beyond these bars? Or is it all hate?
Desperado lawyer, my secret weapon gonna get our case
Secret weapon, gun in a guitar case
How we gonna deal with the shit I throw up at him?
[?] Howie Deal, hidden connections I invented that
I'm on a level that you never knew
See two dimensional rappers
Depending how it shapes up on paper can be acceptable
But 3D writers go so far in depth you can literally see what he says to you
But I'm on a different level of writing, the fourth dimensional
Timing, it's too exceptional
I write shit you never do, some people said he's a one trick pony
Well I'm correcting you
Cause your lines gotta connect two points to be one dimensional
You're not even that
Die mentioning (dimensional) my name next to you
Cause it something you could never measure to
Get drugged within an inch of your life for acting all cocky
And every rapper in the world can get it
I'll get 'em all bodied to they all stop me
Why carve into his chest? For the autopsy
That's more good (morgue) news
But the coroner can't handle it another one
You said I'm getting sloppy, I should've used a fucking gun
The cops get suspicious of what I've done
So I throw his body in the wood chipper...and let him blend in with the other ones
I'm changing the landscape Danny
Welcome to the golden age
If rap was so much better in the olden days
Then why is your favorite fucking rapper dumpster diving for my throwaways?
They're all trash and you wonder why your rep dying
You let Randy leave with the bills/Bills without a Jet flying
So fucking long he changed his rap name from T-Rex to Rex Ryan
[?] convince his Wolf gang banging and block wars
Always have your word as proof, we need a lot more
You're Morgan Freeman, you narrate a story that is not yours
You've never been shot at, you've been shot for
And we can see the difference
Those hand me down shoes you never fit in so boom
Yeah, Ah Di Boom, soon as you couldn't cry victim
You went to dry snitching to anybody who'd listen
And when they didn't, you wrote blogs instead
See I can tell you're an informant that talks to Feds
C.I. can tell you're an informant that talks to Feds
You're just a rat searching for words to help the pigs
Fuck is this? Charlotte's Web?
You will burn/Wilburn and for no (inferno) reason you let it transpire
I will torture (torch your) soul for our sins (arson) Dan Myers
One strike then you'll witness the matchbook backfire
Scorch in eternal flames underground with this shit
Blame the devil for the other two rounds of this shit
Early!
This part is the future
You've been dying to battle me Danny
And it's been a long wait
But you even look at me the wrong way and it's long blades
See saw shank, there's no escaping this shit, it ain't Shawshank
Now can you picture a way beyond these bars? Or is it all hate?
Desperado lawyer, my secret weapon gonna get our case
Secret weapon, gun in a guitar case
How we gonna deal with the shit I throw up at him?
[?] Howie Deal, hidden connections I invented that
I'm on a level that you never knew
See two dimensional rappers
Depending how it shapes up on paper can be acceptable
But 3D writers go so far in depth you can literally see what he says to you
But I'm on a different level of writing, the fourth dimensional
Timing, it's too exceptional
I write shit you never do, some people said he's a one trick pony
Well I'm correcting you
Cause your lines gotta connect two points to be one dimensional
You're not even that
Die mentioning (dimensional) my name next to you
Cause it something you could never measure to
Get drugged within an inch of your life for acting all cocky
And every rapper in the world can get it
I'll get 'em all bodied to they all stop me
Why carve into his chest? For the autopsy
That's more good (morgue) news
But the coroner can't handle it another one
You said I'm getting sloppy, I should've used a fucking gun
The cops get suspicious of what I've done
So I throw his body in the wood chipper...and let him blend in with the other ones
I'm changing the landscape Danny
Welcome to the golden age
If rap was so much better in the olden days
Then why is your favorite fucking rapper dumpster diving for my throwaways?
They're all trash and you wonder why your rep dying
You let Randy leave with the bills/Bills without a Jet flying
So fucking long he changed his rap name from T-Rex to Rex Ryan
[?] convince his Wolf gang banging and block wars
Always have your word as proof, we need a lot more
You're Morgan Freeman, you narrate a story that is not yours
You've never been shot at, you've been shot for
And we can see the difference
Those hand me down shoes you never fit in so boom
Yeah, Ah Di Boom, soon as you couldn't cry victim
You went to dry snitching to anybody who'd listen
And when they didn't, you wrote blogs instead
See I can tell you're an informant that talks to Feds
C.I. can tell you're an informant that talks to Feds
You're just a rat searching for words to help the pigs
Fuck is this? Charlotte's Web?
You will burn/Wilburn and for no (inferno) reason you let it transpire
I will torture (torch your) soul for our sins (arson) Dan Myers
One strike then you'll witness the matchbook backfire
Scorch in eternal flames underground with this shit
Blame the devil for the other two rounds of this shit
Early!
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