[Round 1: Gjonaj]
That whole shit pissed me off
You getting on my damn nerves
I have got no name flips for no AdVerb
(Cos you look like Aye Verb)
But by a show of hands, how many of y'all seen Gutta vs Blacksmif?
For those who didn't let me save you 26 minutes of some wack shit!
Mid-way through his second round a fan goes "YO! This is a classic!"
Long story short: that fan got his ass kicked
Damn it Norbes! Sometimes I think you out your fuckin mind
I mean how you set a battle up where the fans throw more punches than both of them combined?!
I mean why'd you have a debatable with someone who never looked you in your eyes
And now you in front of an animal spitting
My last battle I said "put a shank to his throat, I'm apple picking"
Well you, you gon' die a different way. But the shit's the same
Shank to his head, that's a good idea: Let's pick his brains!
I'mma do him dirty
Pause...get your mind out the gutter, Gutta
Rell told me to clown you, Sno told me to fuck your mother
But me, I'd rather end it early, do you a favor
You can die before your time- euthanasia
Have somethin' pointed at your face: Hellraiser
You can die for a rack: Al Qaeda
This next part ain't complex, I'll find your bitch later
Trail her to her apartment Not even House can save ya
See, that's a mini-scheme
You need help with that
For example, the word "rug"
Break it down: R-U - to hell with that!
You can die on the carpet for not knowing where you welcome at!
You see the difference between punching and rapping
See, even when I'm playing defense, I'm fucking attacking
I got something you're lacking: a chip on my shoulder like government tracking
Aaron Hernandez- see how a Patriot acting?
Oh, you heard he gangbanging?
Well, news flash, he fake flag-moving: that's the Moon Landing!
I'm Armstrong
Challenge and get strong-armed
You long gone when the drama on
You the first bitch singing like Chaka Khan
I'm a phenomenon
Bottom line - I can battle John John in a mosque and still out-rhyme a Don!
You soft, you aren't built for the Octagon
You softer than a soccer mom
No one respects you
Your bitch cheated on you
She snuck a man in on the side like Papa John
I'm here to take what's mine!
What, you don't get that? Flip that!
I'm like OJ Simpson stealing his shit back. SIT BACK!
Shit, by now, if you're not a fan
I got holy punches that I promise land
So get flagrant
He gon' let the words die like Aramaic
This left will try ya chin a
I'll lay you flat out, try again
But Christ, the second's coming if he rise again!
So cross-examine
You see, what often happens is a fan sees Gutta and believes his rapping
Not knowing you'd actually die if it was feast or famine
See, that goes way beyond battle bars
Knowing for me to eat, he has to starve
I'm not human, I'm an alien trapped in an avatar
Forced to translate every fuckin half-a-bar
I was in Pandora's box when I wrote this shit
You knew the world was fucked when you opened it!
Early!
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