CRED NO-SHOWED, BUT I HIGHLY DOUBT HE COULD FUCK WITH THIS SHIT REGARDLESS!!!!!
ALL FEEDBACK ETC WOULD BE GREATLY RECEIVED BECAUSE MIKE IS AN ABSOLUTE LEGEND FOR GETTING THIS SHIT IN!!!
FIRE!!!!
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Here's the written verse if they're cool with us posting these. I rap slow enough that I don't really need a transcription, but the people seem to like it...
They got me battling Cred… AKA School Block—it’s a beautiful look
RMBVA vs. Netcees—my crew isn’t shook
You’re the gun bar bully? Come duel with a crook
Just know this bird in my hand’s worth way more than two in a bush
This dude’s gettin’ cooked; you think that cockiness is enough?
We’ve got different expectations; I’ll properly sum it up
If you even get close, you’ve honestly done enough
‘Cause I’m head and shoulders above you, so if it’s not a complete body then it’s a bust
Trust… I’ll kill your whole site ‘cause you kids don’t belong
You’ve got a couple cool posters—don’t get me wrong
But there’s really the biggest difference in the shit that we’re on
I’ll wrap NCs up (rap and seize up) like Rich Homie Quan
Plus it’s like a hit oldies song ‘cause you’ll hear the uz (ooohs) in each chorus
That’ll get everyone ‘Back ‘round checked (background checked) like human resources
Or I’ll sneak up behind your body, start liftin’ the tool slow
Then you’ll turn into a llama like Emperor Cuzco
You’re spittin’ the truth, bro? You’re the gun bar bully? I’m not convinced
I went to your site to see who they’re rockin’ with
They said Cred is a ho and everyone knows, no one’s on the fence
They all believe that School a thot (school of thought), this is common sense
And we ain’t have nothin’ in common since Common was Common Sense
You’re a buster… and I know how to read marks (Marx), I’m a communist
I’ve got him pissed; this that Chilla Jones at Redemption, I don’t spit light shit
That means I’m goin’ to Prep School like rich white kids
And when I lift my fists… I need no back up, stay on the attack ‘til your throat snaps shut
Let him fall, it’s tetherball… I’ma keep punchin’ ‘til the pole’s (poll’s) wrapped up
You know that’s tough, you’re so gassed up… just writin’ those old raps
Your rhymin’ is so trash, I could make sure I’m hyped and my flow crack
But with bars alone Mike get ‘em toe tagged
I keep ‘em front and center (frontin’ center) like denyin’ a post pass
The iron’a go blast, then he lost his face
We’ll see his skull on a barrel like toxic waste
A clip can bang; got a big ass gat, I’m always with the thang
So when they say that Mike totes crazy, it ain’t hipster slang
You’re getting’ flamed… literally… light a match soon as I drop and pour the diesel
Once you get killed, then ya squad’s in for the sequel
Tie ‘em up, then light ‘em up; ain’t gotta pop the 40 Eagle
I’ve just gotta torch your (torture) people like water boarding’s legal
You’re not just sorta feeble… you’re my weakest opponent since I started droppin’ these
Cole’s no-show was better than the bars you jot for me
It’s a little harsh, but probably you can’t fault the honesty
I’m just showin’ these are da facts (artifacts) like archaeology
And all you Netcees that lost owe Lars apologies cause your bars were fuckin’ soft
It’s funeral time… and I don’t know what else to say, but I’m sorry for your loss