[Round 1: Anderson Burrus]
Eight months ago, P told me I was gonna be on Rookies vs. Vets
And since then, a lot of people been askin' me who I hope they put me versus next
A top-tier legend, someone as dope as Nitty
Maybe a mirror match, put someone like Charron against me
I said, “Yeah, that’d be dope, but you know who I really hope they give me?
A washed-up karate enthusiast who's over sixty”
When Swave looks at his career, he knows it's ending
So he tries to Restore Order, on his show pretending
Saying, “I relate to these young bucks, I know what’s trendy”
Swave, the only similarity between you and a Young Buck
Is that in 2005, you were close to 50!
P, I thought you were jokin' with me…givin' me this old guy Swave
WHAT!? What's up, y'all!?
P, I thought you were jokin' with me, givin' me this old guy Swave
Doesn't make sense when you first look at it, like Gjonaj’s name
But I’m on a card with legends
I mean, this seems weird
I first saw Swave battle when I was in ninth grade
And dawg, I've been skippin’ your rounds for fifteen years!
Just know that in 2022, I'm not playing no games
I'm a true killer, like Bruce Jenner
You could lose your career just by saying my name
And to Charron- yeah!
To Charron, Jones, Roc!
Any one of y'all coulda took his place
It’s like Pandora and PayPal
To me, you icons look the same
They were sayin' that I was all jokes
Now they're sayin' “That dude's a monster”
Said Mike P was the white GOAT, ‘til they met the Chupacabra
I'm killin' everyone that crosses me, Smack, and that includes your sponsor
‘Cause people who try me once never try me again, like Exclusiv Vodka!
I'm that nasty!
But um…growin' up in Harlem, Swave studied martial arts
And when it comes to karate, son's as sick as it gets
He can do a front flip and a kick and end up in a split
No gloves- he can!
He can do a front flip and a kick and end up in a split
No gloves, hittin' bricks, his blood drips on his fists
I'm sayin'...Swave might be the most dangerous man in Harlem, ya know?
…if guns didn't exist
Unfortunately, Swave, they do!
You grew up in Harlem? Studying karate?
It's like being in the trenches of a war
Where everybody has machine guns, but you're really good with a sword
I mean, you idolize these karate guys as untouchable legends
He asked Twitter “Name one person more dangerous than Bruce Lee”
I don't know, Swave…anyone with a weapon?
I mean, you criticized Nu Jerzey Twork for shootin' stuff with both hands
Sayin' “Tighten up, young'un”
Pssht - alright, loosen up, old man
And I know y'all hate it when white guys get up here and talk about bangin' metal
So I ain't come here with one gun bar…
Yeah, I came with SEVERAL!
I came in here strapped, preparin' for a war
Y'all ever driven in a Tesla? Yeah, I got the handle in the door
I could run through your entire tribe quicker than malaria
Raise the strap, it's a dating app
I could take out every single person in your area
You think I'm friendly? I'm not, though
Anyone in the room can get it like I'm spinning a bottle
Your whole team duckin' shots from these semis and autos
As bullets go by them like Demi Lovato!
Homie, I-
Y'all don't respect pronouns? What the heck?
Screw it, y'all aren't feelin' that?
I could put the guns down
I'm not Mike P
I don't have to Hadouken! or mimic Ken to brutally finish him
I'm a boxer, I've been workin' on these movements in the gym
Slip, roll, uppercut connects fully with his chin
(*punch*) Then the room begins to spin…
Lookin' like the shrooms are kickin' in!
See, Swave, you can't do that
You're too old
I just doubt that your fif's cockin'
If I hear a (*click-click*) from you, it's the sound of your hip poppin'
You can only son gang-bangers, and that's just your big problem
‘Cause I'm not back-and-forth clique-hoppin'
I'm more Macklemore, thrift-shoppin'
This might surprise you guys…I'm actually not in the streets
I'm just that white friend that T-Top calls to talk to police
And you volunteer at inner-city schools
Bro, I don't know what you thought you could teach
You should know when there's only one white kid in the class, he's always gonna be the hardest to reach
Go ahead and rap, man
Eight months ago, P told me I was gonna be on Rookies vs. Vets
And since then, a lot of people been askin' me who I hope they put me versus next
A top-tier legend, someone as dope as Nitty
Maybe a mirror match, put someone like Charron against me
I said, “Yeah, that’d be dope, but you know who I really hope they give me?
A washed-up karate enthusiast who's over sixty”
When Swave looks at his career, he knows it's ending
So he tries to Restore Order, on his show pretending
Saying, “I relate to these young bucks, I know what’s trendy”
Swave, the only similarity between you and a Young Buck
Is that in 2005, you were close to 50!
P, I thought you were jokin' with me…givin' me this old guy Swave
WHAT!? What's up, y'all!?
P, I thought you were jokin' with me, givin' me this old guy Swave
Doesn't make sense when you first look at it, like Gjonaj’s name
But I’m on a card with legends
I mean, this seems weird
I first saw Swave battle when I was in ninth grade
And dawg, I've been skippin’ your rounds for fifteen years!
Just know that in 2022, I'm not playing no games
I'm a true killer, like Bruce Jenner
You could lose your career just by saying my name
And to Charron- yeah!
To Charron, Jones, Roc!
Any one of y'all coulda took his place
It’s like Pandora and PayPal
To me, you icons look the same
They were sayin' that I was all jokes
Now they're sayin' “That dude's a monster”
Said Mike P was the white GOAT, ‘til they met the Chupacabra
I'm killin' everyone that crosses me, Smack, and that includes your sponsor
‘Cause people who try me once never try me again, like Exclusiv Vodka!
I'm that nasty!
But um…growin' up in Harlem, Swave studied martial arts
And when it comes to karate, son's as sick as it gets
He can do a front flip and a kick and end up in a split
No gloves- he can!
He can do a front flip and a kick and end up in a split
No gloves, hittin' bricks, his blood drips on his fists
I'm sayin'...Swave might be the most dangerous man in Harlem, ya know?
…if guns didn't exist
Unfortunately, Swave, they do!
You grew up in Harlem? Studying karate?
It's like being in the trenches of a war
Where everybody has machine guns, but you're really good with a sword
I mean, you idolize these karate guys as untouchable legends
He asked Twitter “Name one person more dangerous than Bruce Lee”
I don't know, Swave…anyone with a weapon?
I mean, you criticized Nu Jerzey Twork for shootin' stuff with both hands
Sayin' “Tighten up, young'un”
Pssht - alright, loosen up, old man
And I know y'all hate it when white guys get up here and talk about bangin' metal
So I ain't come here with one gun bar…
Yeah, I came with SEVERAL!
I came in here strapped, preparin' for a war
Y'all ever driven in a Tesla? Yeah, I got the handle in the door
I could run through your entire tribe quicker than malaria
Raise the strap, it's a dating app
I could take out every single person in your area
You think I'm friendly? I'm not, though
Anyone in the room can get it like I'm spinning a bottle
Your whole team duckin' shots from these semis and autos
As bullets go by them like Demi Lovato!
Homie, I-
Y'all don't respect pronouns? What the heck?
Screw it, y'all aren't feelin' that?
I could put the guns down
I'm not Mike P
I don't have to Hadouken! or mimic Ken to brutally finish him
I'm a boxer, I've been workin' on these movements in the gym
Slip, roll, uppercut connects fully with his chin
(*punch*) Then the room begins to spin…
Lookin' like the shrooms are kickin' in!
See, Swave, you can't do that
You're too old
I just doubt that your fif's cockin'
If I hear a (*click-click*) from you, it's the sound of your hip poppin'
You can only son gang-bangers, and that's just your big problem
‘Cause I'm not back-and-forth clique-hoppin'
I'm more Macklemore, thrift-shoppin'
This might surprise you guys…I'm actually not in the streets
I'm just that white friend that T-Top calls to talk to police
And you volunteer at inner-city schools
Bro, I don't know what you thought you could teach
You should know when there's only one white kid in the class, he's always gonna be the hardest to reach
Go ahead and rap, man
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