[Round 1: Cortez]
It's the most underrated
Underhanded, I oversold cause being overlooked
Creates a pen that's over all
It's a love/hate relationship with the crowd
I know it's wrong but it's just a troll to control the fans
So all in all this is a helping hand to bring strength to a cast that I seen would break
All along, listen to me Corey
Alright basically what I'm saying is you're the weakest link
Oh what? Y'all think he fire?
'Til I roll up in this joint like E-Z Widers
Going over boards to air you through the tube like deep sea divers
Wait a minute
Who the fuck y'all thought I was battling? Darrell?
Oh what? So y'all think he liver?
Mind of a serial killer, I've been aiming to put an Arsonal in a trunk, I'm the D.C. Sniper
Wait a minute
What else rhymes with "the D.C. Sniper"?
B.E.T. Cipher
So wait a minute
You won each week and so what?
Now y'all think he liver?
Dios mios in the spirit of Chris Rios, he speaks nada
I'ma...beast
I'ma beast, woken out of his deep sleep fire in his eyes, I'm alive
And you gon' greet me sire
Or you'll meet messiah
These 16's get put to rest for trying to sleep with Tyga's
Listen
Reality shows, reality shows he's not a threat, dawgs a liar
You pulling straps out and marking dudes in battles with no thoughts inspired
Doing dumb, dickhead, white boy shit and that'll get your jaw rewired
I wish you would spark
I'm from the jungle so if the heat wave it's cause the four is/forest FIRE!
Listen
It's a wrap if we talking that loud
Meet Meek, I'm in the trap drilling over the base like Chief Keef
Head shot bang, brains on the horn, BEEP BEEP
Cause ain't no seeing Cort'/court, cheap seats
I can out rap all you chumps, all you front then all you slump
Brooklyn, that's where Cor' is from with a dummy
Waiting to bust a whole clip like Forest Gump
Listen to me
It's time that I back out, you lack props
Well what y'all did? Wave a steak right in front of a have not?
Think, a disguise on court/Cort' ain't a mascot
And since y'all pushing buttons it's only right I turn Black Out into Black Ops
Cause I controller game, no scratch that
I control the game, I'll school you Corey
Look, don't love 'em, just fuck 'em
Just fuck 'em and leave 'em, don't hug 'em and squeeze 'em
But, when it come to the bitches you can tell the honeys mislead him
Aw man, your stats dropped, you're a bad cop because you cuff for no reason
As far as Black Entertainment Television goes as a whole
Well bro, they disrespected you
Plus Arsonol mushed you in your face, Pat Stay damn near molested you
So what you do?
You wine and complain and that's why son getting dealt
You came back to the States trying to rep Grapes and fuck with a belt?
Then K-Shine's palm proved them punches in the ring did nothing to help
So how can a country stand behind a man who doesn't have the balls to stand up for himself
You mean to tell me you won on national television and didn't even have a contact?
You're white, and you're privileged
Your rich ass daddy ain't teach you nothing about a contract?
Non sense, he doesn't know about fine prints?
Fine bitch, your death certificate is getting signed stitched
And I sense the hatred, it's great kid, I'm [?]
Body language, obituaries, you can read it then weep
And like I said, I appreciate y'all reaching out
But wait 'til round 3, there's some shit we gotta speak about
It's the most underrated
Underhanded, I oversold cause being overlooked
Creates a pen that's over all
It's a love/hate relationship with the crowd
I know it's wrong but it's just a troll to control the fans
So all in all this is a helping hand to bring strength to a cast that I seen would break
All along, listen to me Corey
Alright basically what I'm saying is you're the weakest link
Oh what? Y'all think he fire?
'Til I roll up in this joint like E-Z Widers
Going over boards to air you through the tube like deep sea divers
Wait a minute
Who the fuck y'all thought I was battling? Darrell?
Oh what? So y'all think he liver?
Mind of a serial killer, I've been aiming to put an Arsonal in a trunk, I'm the D.C. Sniper
Wait a minute
What else rhymes with "the D.C. Sniper"?
B.E.T. Cipher
So wait a minute
You won each week and so what?
Now y'all think he liver?
Dios mios in the spirit of Chris Rios, he speaks nada
I'ma...beast
I'ma beast, woken out of his deep sleep fire in his eyes, I'm alive
And you gon' greet me sire
Or you'll meet messiah
These 16's get put to rest for trying to sleep with Tyga's
Listen
Reality shows, reality shows he's not a threat, dawgs a liar
You pulling straps out and marking dudes in battles with no thoughts inspired
Doing dumb, dickhead, white boy shit and that'll get your jaw rewired
I wish you would spark
I'm from the jungle so if the heat wave it's cause the four is/forest FIRE!
Listen
It's a wrap if we talking that loud
Meet Meek, I'm in the trap drilling over the base like Chief Keef
Head shot bang, brains on the horn, BEEP BEEP
Cause ain't no seeing Cort'/court, cheap seats
I can out rap all you chumps, all you front then all you slump
Brooklyn, that's where Cor' is from with a dummy
Waiting to bust a whole clip like Forest Gump
Listen to me
It's time that I back out, you lack props
Well what y'all did? Wave a steak right in front of a have not?
Think, a disguise on court/Cort' ain't a mascot
And since y'all pushing buttons it's only right I turn Black Out into Black Ops
Cause I controller game, no scratch that
I control the game, I'll school you Corey
Look, don't love 'em, just fuck 'em
Just fuck 'em and leave 'em, don't hug 'em and squeeze 'em
But, when it come to the bitches you can tell the honeys mislead him
Aw man, your stats dropped, you're a bad cop because you cuff for no reason
As far as Black Entertainment Television goes as a whole
Well bro, they disrespected you
Plus Arsonol mushed you in your face, Pat Stay damn near molested you
So what you do?
You wine and complain and that's why son getting dealt
You came back to the States trying to rep Grapes and fuck with a belt?
Then K-Shine's palm proved them punches in the ring did nothing to help
So how can a country stand behind a man who doesn't have the balls to stand up for himself
You mean to tell me you won on national television and didn't even have a contact?
You're white, and you're privileged
Your rich ass daddy ain't teach you nothing about a contract?
Non sense, he doesn't know about fine prints?
Fine bitch, your death certificate is getting signed stitched
And I sense the hatred, it's great kid, I'm [?]
Body language, obituaries, you can read it then weep
And like I said, I appreciate y'all reaching out
But wait 'til round 3, there's some shit we gotta speak about
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