[Round 1: Madflex]
Aye, I tried to think about a flip for that shirt, but it took too long
Came out rockin’ a jersey - shit, he Jersey’d himself when he put it on
Welcome to the battle of the night!
Tell Kimzy he ain’t bred (bread) for a Body or a collection plate
But they sayin' he can beat me
Well...Cardi B teeth: we need to set it straight
I speak for everybody
You forced this shit upon us when you gave him that Aunt Becky acceptance rate!
I know he a confident little fucker
But y’all never discovered I was puttin’ in work while you slept on me like the Seventh Day
Look at my face! You better pray…
‘Cause if A. Ward showed up with religion, I hope it’s weapons-grade
I’m not worried, set the date
February days when I drop 30
Rep the Bay, you’ll get a wake, and I put that on Tech and Sway
Pander to my people - what you know about Šarūnas Marčiulionis?
...Okay - shut the fuck up about Steph and Klay
I’ll white-hearse this night nurse
We know he a sheltered lame
“Top 10 in the World” Oh, shit! - asterisk: "self-proclaimed"
This a handout, but I’ll still make this light work at any cost like Section 8
I do not fuck wit’ hypocrites!
“Thou shalt not steal”, but he sham God crossover and he stole...the Professor’s face
You special, K
I said, I promise there’s Hell to pay for Heaven’s gates
Madflex vers’ A. Ward - finally!
The irony - you the one who dies, but then I end up in a better place!
I said, who roll wit’ this punk?
When this Girl Scout get crushed, who rollin’ the blunt?
You only here because a Real Deal went bad like Snow on Tha Bluff
No, no, hold on! Hold on...that wasn’t potent enough
‘Cause if it’s Snow on Tha Bluff, I’m ‘bout to steal the show on cam’ from the openin’ cut!
Open-and-shut!
This a homi’ - he can turn a biscuit to a Body like the Eucharist
Against Cortez, he like, “Unload, reload: switch the laundry!” - too legit
Is your tool legit?
Did you even use the clip?
Talkin’ ‘bout “unload, reload”, but you skip the part where you shoot the shit?
Aye, if he shootin’ the shit, he movin’ his lips
‘Cause I ain’t heard nothin’ ‘bout the Llama clappin’, joggin’ packs in laundromats
Come off of that
Organik tried to hand you the keys...and I still never lost ground like Colin Kaepernick knees
Don’t give me attitude!
I preach what I practice
This little fucker spent three weeks in the mirror, tryin’ to practice to preach
Come on, Oakland, lemme show you so you’ll actually see
‘Cause he be laughin’ in the setups, you know, flashin’ some teeth
Then he’d get serious, he’d throw his elbows back, and he leans!
It adds hype! That’s bad, right?
‘Cause the shit sounds like it’s gonna land when it’s weak!
I’m that nice!
BOO! You are the campus police!
Plus, you duckin’ him so hard that this is like disaster (Dizaster) relief
You out here actin’ elite
You are an altar boy, you little shit
You should’ve known you couldn’t hold a CANDLE to me!
Let’s really talk!
You piggybacked a name off staff
But when you stand in front of me, that little game stops fast
‘Cause you can yell, but I’m developed
Shit, the Undertaker did thousands of sit-ups in the ring, and he still ain’t. Got. Abs!
They cannot save you, Kimzy - go and pray on that
FLEX!
Aye, I tried to think about a flip for that shirt, but it took too long
Came out rockin’ a jersey - shit, he Jersey’d himself when he put it on
Welcome to the battle of the night!
Tell Kimzy he ain’t bred (bread) for a Body or a collection plate
But they sayin' he can beat me
Well...Cardi B teeth: we need to set it straight
I speak for everybody
You forced this shit upon us when you gave him that Aunt Becky acceptance rate!
I know he a confident little fucker
But y’all never discovered I was puttin’ in work while you slept on me like the Seventh Day
Look at my face! You better pray…
‘Cause if A. Ward showed up with religion, I hope it’s weapons-grade
I’m not worried, set the date
February days when I drop 30
Rep the Bay, you’ll get a wake, and I put that on Tech and Sway
Pander to my people - what you know about Šarūnas Marčiulionis?
...Okay - shut the fuck up about Steph and Klay
I’ll white-hearse this night nurse
We know he a sheltered lame
“Top 10 in the World” Oh, shit! - asterisk: "self-proclaimed"
This a handout, but I’ll still make this light work at any cost like Section 8
I do not fuck wit’ hypocrites!
“Thou shalt not steal”, but he sham God crossover and he stole...the Professor’s face
You special, K
I said, I promise there’s Hell to pay for Heaven’s gates
Madflex vers’ A. Ward - finally!
The irony - you the one who dies, but then I end up in a better place!
I said, who roll wit’ this punk?
When this Girl Scout get crushed, who rollin’ the blunt?
You only here because a Real Deal went bad like Snow on Tha Bluff
No, no, hold on! Hold on...that wasn’t potent enough
‘Cause if it’s Snow on Tha Bluff, I’m ‘bout to steal the show on cam’ from the openin’ cut!
Open-and-shut!
This a homi’ - he can turn a biscuit to a Body like the Eucharist
Against Cortez, he like, “Unload, reload: switch the laundry!” - too legit
Is your tool legit?
Did you even use the clip?
Talkin’ ‘bout “unload, reload”, but you skip the part where you shoot the shit?
Aye, if he shootin’ the shit, he movin’ his lips
‘Cause I ain’t heard nothin’ ‘bout the Llama clappin’, joggin’ packs in laundromats
Come off of that
Organik tried to hand you the keys...and I still never lost ground like Colin Kaepernick knees
Don’t give me attitude!
I preach what I practice
This little fucker spent three weeks in the mirror, tryin’ to practice to preach
Come on, Oakland, lemme show you so you’ll actually see
‘Cause he be laughin’ in the setups, you know, flashin’ some teeth
Then he’d get serious, he’d throw his elbows back, and he leans!
It adds hype! That’s bad, right?
‘Cause the shit sounds like it’s gonna land when it’s weak!
I’m that nice!
BOO! You are the campus police!
Plus, you duckin’ him so hard that this is like disaster (Dizaster) relief
You out here actin’ elite
You are an altar boy, you little shit
You should’ve known you couldn’t hold a CANDLE to me!
Let’s really talk!
You piggybacked a name off staff
But when you stand in front of me, that little game stops fast
‘Cause you can yell, but I’m developed
Shit, the Undertaker did thousands of sit-ups in the ring, and he still ain’t. Got. Abs!
They cannot save you, Kimzy - go and pray on that
FLEX!
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