[Round 1: Real Deal]
I said!
Ten years battlin' for this league has taken a toll, it's hard discussin'
If this turns out to be another classic, then on the whole that marks a dozen
Overlooked, I'm underrated
Turns out, when you don't hold the cards it's nothin'
They tried to sweep me under the same rug I'ma roll your carcass up in
That chain is Trevor Custom Jewelry
It was destined for me before you typed one line
But we in Boston...you got the crowd
Get 'em riled up, fine
You think you got the advantage? Cause you a Homer? Nice try sunshine
I'm Matt Groening I've been puttin' on a show for quite some time
Speaking of home they gave you Conceited, you damn near got ruined fam'
Then they gave you Illmac, Jesus- what were you doin'? Damn
Last year they gave you Iron, slightly better, but I still thought he chewed you, man
It's like, they be givin' you the Blues at home in Boston
Oooh, is that too soon Bruins fans?
Aye! Don't worry, no you're right
Don't worry I can pander too
So if y'all wanna give me boos (booze) it's Sam
You way hype, I ain't into play fights and wrestle
We said, "Nothing personal", so if you the snake type these shots ain't snake bites he's gettin'
I'm insane like the vibes from my brain waves just ain't right for Trevy
I'm the type to throw on elevator music...at Ray Rice's wedding!
I'm not havin' it!
This tough shit you pretend to be on
I'll beat the fuckin' brakes off you like we ain't been friends all along
The left lean him, but the right? He catch it he's gone
I'm talkin' out cold flat, eyes rolled back
Arm up, fencing response
You think I came all the way to Boston just to play the part then you a fool
The name's "Mass", fitting, I'ma make this card your funeral
Heaven's Gate, angels, halos, they're playing harps, it's beautiful
They said, "The kid's sick"
I don't give a fuck, he's gonna die and I'm gonna get paid like major pharmaceuticals
All this guns clappin', drug rappin' pander shit
You saw someone else's story and this fuck rapper sampled it
You ain't 'bout none of that life, Chilla - that's just facts, I'll stand on it
'Cause I peeped the scene, I can tell you if I see struggle like a blood splatter analyst
You gonna do what?
To who?
Jerome you're a nice guy, you remember?
Eagles bl- oooh it's high times you be better
You're a harmless fuckin' nerd, but here's a basketball analogy if I'm tryin' to be clever
When we hear you talk Heat, we can see your white side (Whiteside) at your center
But, but, but now, he is a Trailblazer, which is extra layered
Or are you a S.O.N. (Sun)?
I'm not droppin' dimes but here's the dish on Jones gimmick
You say, "I invented schemin' like it's your gold ticket
But QP and Heartless was doin' that in The Jungle in Cali before you, that shit is no different
So all that Jazz you was talkin', you Malone you needed stock then (Stockton)
And when you needed style, that's the one you chose to pick and roll with it
I said!
Ten years battlin' for this league has taken a toll, it's hard discussin'
If this turns out to be another classic, then on the whole that marks a dozen
Overlooked, I'm underrated
Turns out, when you don't hold the cards it's nothin'
They tried to sweep me under the same rug I'ma roll your carcass up in
That chain is Trevor Custom Jewelry
It was destined for me before you typed one line
But we in Boston...you got the crowd
Get 'em riled up, fine
You think you got the advantage? Cause you a Homer? Nice try sunshine
I'm Matt Groening I've been puttin' on a show for quite some time
Speaking of home they gave you Conceited, you damn near got ruined fam'
Then they gave you Illmac, Jesus- what were you doin'? Damn
Last year they gave you Iron, slightly better, but I still thought he chewed you, man
It's like, they be givin' you the Blues at home in Boston
Oooh, is that too soon Bruins fans?
Aye! Don't worry, no you're right
Don't worry I can pander too
So if y'all wanna give me boos (booze) it's Sam
You way hype, I ain't into play fights and wrestle
We said, "Nothing personal", so if you the snake type these shots ain't snake bites he's gettin'
I'm insane like the vibes from my brain waves just ain't right for Trevy
I'm the type to throw on elevator music...at Ray Rice's wedding!
I'm not havin' it!
This tough shit you pretend to be on
I'll beat the fuckin' brakes off you like we ain't been friends all along
The left lean him, but the right? He catch it he's gone
I'm talkin' out cold flat, eyes rolled back
Arm up, fencing response
You think I came all the way to Boston just to play the part then you a fool
The name's "Mass", fitting, I'ma make this card your funeral
Heaven's Gate, angels, halos, they're playing harps, it's beautiful
They said, "The kid's sick"
I don't give a fuck, he's gonna die and I'm gonna get paid like major pharmaceuticals
All this guns clappin', drug rappin' pander shit
You saw someone else's story and this fuck rapper sampled it
You ain't 'bout none of that life, Chilla - that's just facts, I'll stand on it
'Cause I peeped the scene, I can tell you if I see struggle like a blood splatter analyst
You gonna do what?
To who?
Jerome you're a nice guy, you remember?
Eagles bl- oooh it's high times you be better
You're a harmless fuckin' nerd, but here's a basketball analogy if I'm tryin' to be clever
When we hear you talk Heat, we can see your white side (Whiteside) at your center
But, but, but now, he is a Trailblazer, which is extra layered
Or are you a S.O.N. (Sun)?
I'm not droppin' dimes but here's the dish on Jones gimmick
You say, "I invented schemin' like it's your gold ticket
But QP and Heartless was doin' that in The Jungle in Cali before you, that shit is no different
So all that Jazz you was talkin', you Malone you needed stock then (Stockton)
And when you needed style, that's the one you chose to pick and roll with it
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