A. Ward - Franchise vs A. Ward lyrics

[Round 1: A. Ward] I said off the ? my rebu*tal game crazy A lot of times when people approach me They can't find an attack Yeah I'm a white dude, might look soft I don't pack a black 9 or a gat But straight up when A.Ward shows Think your wardrobe I done read your circle Got the skinny on your jeans And I can blacken your hood And put Franchise on his back I'm nice! God is good, God is Good All the time It's cool, I ain't expect the fans to give me roars Lets get straight to scorching this bro though Dorothy and Toto is evident I'm not in Kansas anymore So Toronto what up? I appreciate the fact that y'all got love But let's be frank see This is day 3 and my sk** set feels like I'm late to the pot luck Now that's not a complaint I appreciate the scraps given Gully sent me the match with em I got straight to my job bruh I Googled Franchise the battle rapper And what do you know all 8 of you popped up I thought to myself well isn't this awfully convenient I clicked on your battle with Tez Immediately nerves hit Like how will I ever spar with this linguist I mean the creativity Every 2 to 4 bars how he's always sparking that heater And you named yourself Franchise My goodness you're a marketing genius Are y'all serious? Y'all thought Bum Nitty could run with me I'm laughin, I'm laughin inside Well since you always lying about the steel I figure I should get to jacking your pride This is not my first rodeo And you not my first semi tucker But the point is Sometimes you gotta get rid of the Franchise Cause of the infrastructure See we can't co-exist You more one dimensional than any other And me I could play lock down D and still score That makes me Jimmy bu*tler So who's y'all pick? If it's him funny y'all on some bull To think he'll bring harm and he will acquire a body Wait If it's symphony y'all on some bull To think he'll bring harmony While a choir to body You can't rap like that! What you bring a wack fake thing Well are you gonna fire the shotty All the sudden you just get inspired to rob me You drive a Bugatti With no substance in your material What filler are you gonna try to use on me Exactly don't try to stop me All you do up here Is formulate lies in front of your gas station That makes you Ryan Lochte Listen partner What I do, is more than put a chip in armor These jabs, rehab Literally think, energy drink I'm a different Monster Every punch, raise eyebrows You think it's Piston Honda You see that, the heavy hook will come over his head It u'll crack his skully open He on the ground, all you hear is zeh..... zeh I don't know if he dying or if it's Gully hosting You see I'm going in I've been hungry since Friday and now I see food You see I could go punch for punch with you if I wanted Joke for joke, but I could also scheme too For instance by the street code he act hard I don't care feel me you turn ghost He know he smoke he burnt toast I black on squares really on the pole Or in the building you can't compare silly Don't pan the camera yet I'm getting to this burial bare with me Yeah I'm nice I rep Christ, I praise the most high And I ain't lit from trees in the blunt But see I never thought I should ever skip the GZ's if I want My art official, you artificial NBA Slamball we was in two different leagues from the jump In other words I got an itch that you being a front And me I'm itching to be in the front Without relying on words like itch with a B in the front So this y'all hometown hero? Watch a Saint cook my Brees pa**ed it His performance, meh Bars, C average Not that I condone it, but your homie need antics Franchise you get old real quick You Steve Francis look Go ahead spit your out of context bible bars And pretend that you way too clever But just know every round that you don't shoot me in That just means battling me already made you better Round 1 [Round 1: Franchise] You can't k** me Since I was a kid, I've been on this mission I want you to listen Check his religion Now think Damien I'm the Omen I'm about to burn some Christian! So what's your life like? A lot of n***as done dropped out Trying to get that cake Other n***as still on the block And they gotta duck from jakes You talkin to the cops, bible bars They Moses with the rod Yeah he got sticks, but one drop to the floor And watch them turn in to snakes You said you could pop up and make the hood pop You pop up on any block I won't even need to dap ya Check my resume How many white boys have I k**ed with bars I don't need to clap you This been like communion the whole time The way I've been eating crackers What you know about praying to God when you can't eat? Your little cousin piss in the bed no money for the laundry so you got to sleep in the same sheets What's your life like? My brother woke me up late nights In the house when he started creeping Cause he had d** But the only chance he had to whip it up Was when moms was sleeping You still think I'm not checkin them? I'ma gonna start talking to your mans and them Like Yo! What up! It's time for your man to die my friend He Christ like? Bow! I bet you that this body wanna rise again! What I'm rapping I'm actually living it Between me and you there's two differences I'm not f**ing with him Cause he'll come to a job and get hired on the spot And this some of the realest sh** I'll show up to the same job and get hit with the "I'll call you back", that's the color of my skin So anything you talking about, I'm not having it These b**hes ain't strapped with none/nun, they Catholic You Daniel now you in a cage with a lion You talkin big, I'm slinging shots David and Goliath Lord forgive me Now I'm talking to the man right above [?] he leaking red Now he really covered in the blood You said rocket launchers the size of two chu- You even say it wrong What you know about straps? No bullets in the gun so the weight is off .38 you squeeze the handle it turn the laser on Now you in my city What made you think you could f** with me? Now f** with me Code word (razor slash sound effect 2x) I get a youngin to give you a buck fifty for a buck fifty I'm walking With the tray, like my lunch with me I'm skull spazzing, gun smack em Now everybody here nose you fake, Mike Jackson Yo pastor your gonna really start to get him [?] Cause it's not a problem for me to get the ghost To body a kid, that's Danny Phantom I'm still plotting, all over the earth I'm ballin, now I'm globetrotting This body, Raiden, so shocking, fo' spot em Halloween and Jehovah's Witness I'm masked up at your door knocking You know my slogan I'm about action Fo' clap em, head shot, no lackin [Round 2: A. Ward] Franchise Gardner So you one of those bottom tier rappers that swear that you been the best though All that gangster talk You know when I knew you lost this battle 30 minutes after Gully confirmed it And you sent me a friend request bro I thought to myself that's hilarious But I'm a hold out and neglect it But I figure since we here and it's still pending I'll get out my phone and accept it Now back to this smoke like Cheech and Chong See I applaud you for keeping on But these punches you seeing strong After this you won't be able to feel your face It ain't no weekend song Tell every adult or a kid when they see your iris And two lips swole I'm putting F lower that's Gardner in the dirt where he belong Bro, its what had me confused, you rep no lackin So you proactive? you grind fast and improve? No! you been battling 3 years got 20 battles 25k total I do that when I snooze You know something I'm Joe Budden I'm so mad at your Views Bro Are these things that you actually do? You really grab the tec and then spray it? I'll put a knife to ya and it's not bu*ter Don't that hurt your neck when you say it? What about all this random extracurricular stuff? You think I'm supposed to be impressed with your pages? When it's just control c control v insert random d**h threat And gesticulation bro you basic Me God got me You, walking on thin ice and it's not hockey Question who all thought he would bring trouble to me, surely? This pipsqueak hinges off being adorned by Smack rappers I'm here for WD6 you need WD-40, you corny The definition of quantity over quality I'll show you what's in store if you notice during your rounds Everything is a buck, your Franchise is a Dollar Tree Well who hot as me? This a ma**acre how I'm pushing your cap back It's a landslide every punch line connects I don't reach for nothing like get your hands high The hook heavy, pop you lay dead It's Japan size You out of line, foul ball Not hot, mild sauce All punches, Balrog Which side, southpaw Why? Because they take away your rights when you disenfranchise (diss Franchise) I hit harder White boy styling overhead like Twist's barber Next battle I'm getting Paid In Full, that's Rich Porter They gone say my career lifted off in Toronto like Vince Carter It's either evidence your plug don't work or switch chargers The outcome, black and white like mixed daughters You not a Franchise, you still on the ground a Kickstarter You wouldn't buck fifty a laundromat with 6 quarters bro I ain't come to get personal with you Just know, I brought enough bars to body you and any person that's with you So tell the next person they can fall in line And I'm gonna tell em God is good (All the time!) [Round 2: Franchise] I said I'll pull up in the church parking lot In a smooth coupe Let it ring in your ear or cap in your mouth Either way you end up with a blue tooth All they see was Blood, soo woo They searching for dog, Blues Clues The bird popping out like coo woo I told you This filler, everything that you speaking bout But now the team coming for you And the whole team en route Think Will Smith in I Robot I spray cans, I gotta coat the metal armor before I leave the house I'm scheming now How they gonna say that my sh**s boring? OK, caught em on the bus, easy setup All it took was a Birdman To shoot that sh** up, Lil Wayne torrent Post on your block Hang, before I shoot in your face that's Dirk scoring And we ain't gotta wait til tomorrow We ain't gone wait til tomorrow All these f*ggots gotta die, Sodom and Gomorrah So there's nothing else that I might ask you But now I'm hungry....looking for beef That's Harold and Kumar at a White Castle I'm so real, you better hold still, before I hold steel Tell your man You can't save your brother from bars Don't play Michael Scofield You know nothing 'bout guns on waist, it's going down That's a coke deal But now you nervous as f** Because it's baking soda and they still thinking the coke real You know why I talk to your mans? Cause bars, they ain't never heard some Y'all in the choir making them church runs This where the dirt come Silencer on it ffft ffft sh** sound like I'm shooting a Nerf gun I love my straps The click clack boom is what's deading 'em You better book before I open up some sh** that's Genesis R.I.P to the soldiers R.I.P to the soldiers Who couldn't hear this sh** But top left I still got white boys that pop E's for remembrance I said jokes, I don't need 'em clearly b**h, what I clap Leave you deaf in here, that's Halle Berry I'm not a p**y But I got a problem with a rat, that's Tom and Jerry And they try to tell me to stay witty But I stay gunning the truth is most of us kids woke up in a trap That's Maze Runner You stage fronting, we giving out head shots Act like Dunsh, you better stay ducking Right now, I'm a tell you how I'm really feeling I don't rate you Christians talk about the scriptures And y'all be touching the f**ing children You gone tell me to count my blessings I'll tell you to count your weapons You better strap up before you catch a head shot Have your sh** looking funny like a bad c*nt You still think that I'm not with it Til you see a shot, sling off the hip like Billy the Kid R Kelly, k**a season On camera about to piss on a b**h I'm armed and attack and let me guess You don't want to scrap, Chinese restaurant, I got my dogs in the bag You hoping the clip jam We busting guns for real, they shooting flares; Ric fans I got a bullet for everybody on the starting line up And clip for the 6th man You gotta have heart, but you ain't a real boy, that's the tin man Questions? Don't be asking, gun bu*t Spin em around like 80's dancing You know my slogan man I'm bout action Fo' clap em, head shot, no lackin [Round 3: A. Ward] 3rd rounds supposed to be the closer right? Let's just get in to these lines I keep winning you keep losing, I got a tendency to shine Cortez just beat you Oh I'm tripping, am I lying? Well even if it's remotely true though Why would you test the minister in his prime? Now let's go Look everything that you s- every breath evil Be original and your career can be long like the red Pringles But it was over before it started, nothing you said lethal How I know? once I hit Toronto I got a sixth sense And I could see dead people Now you told Tez "Where I'm from, you either play sports or get a gun And sports didn't stick with me" Am I correct in that quote? Ok cool so you tried out for basketball? You was respected by most? Your effort was dope? No exactly every time they threw you the ball You dropped it or tried to PG step in the post I'm not done On the football field coach would call a play You get to the line of scrimmage and audible to a hot one He call time out like "Franchise what are you doing? Go run the play right or your jobs gone." And you look at coach like, "Nah coach. Where I'm from We only run plays out of the pistol or the shotgun." Now wait you a soccer player, you a soccer player If that's true I understand Cause all these weapons you brought It's obvious you was always taught not to use your hands So what's my life like? What's my life like? That's what you asked? That's what you asked What's my life like? Yeah Well I ain't tote Glocks or the steel But that silver spoon was actually a plastic fork And it always broke off in the meal You see we all been through tough scenarios Character is built by how you respond Some have fared well some have been on welfare But both got the same value to God That's why I can't just sit up here and bluff for the cam' I came to tell you God can take you places hustling can't Now wait Let's cook, Westbrook I know you heard enough of the rant (Durant) But back to making you fold in two Be realistic/Realiztik even Aftershock value It was still Unanimous I'm the colder dude They like, "Chill A" (chilly) But if you Madflex cause to me it's done/Dunn decided You ain't got enough bullets/Bulletz in that Chrome to shoot So get your own (Rone) style Cause sticking (Caustic) Clips in the Iron is overused But bro, don't gas that, don't gas that Because also overused is scheming the card I don't want y'all to be upset That wasn't a scheme I came to put in work And my boss always told me, dress for the jobs you want Not the one that you stuck with, so who up next I told him back home, I'm finnin to do him bad here Cortez, think inner city school rules I knew once it was booked, the bag cleared But don't lose faith king If you feel down for too long Reach out to your Blue Jays team They bounced back after what KC did to them last year But before we go, I'm gonna finish and take you to cla** here In the past His stories had him labeled as a crook with the shotty Well look at the aftermath These word problems, got my foot in your hiney You lack creative writing You should pick up a book as a hobby You've been in fights that are comfortable I can feel the tension after hours got you hooked to an IV But they still love you Psyche All the GZ cats knew you'd get cooked like tamales You dead, and that to me is how you look at a body I ain't mean to get personal with you Just know, I brought enough bars to body you and any person that's with you And if anybody on team Ganik seem panicked I got a hearse and it fits 'em So they can fall in line and I'm a tell 'em God is good (All the time!) [Round 3: Franchise] I k**ed you in the first two I've normally done what I needed to do But my boy hit me up with some real sh** And said if you ain't come with a third The people might not believe in you And yo Witty? that was some of the realest sh** Cause you right, there's always a chance, that the body might raise on the third Like they said his Jesus did But f** that Anybody come with you They brains gone hang beside em Cause y'all don't know what you doing in the street Like Asian drivers The type of person to make you work for us Then tell you I'm not paying 'em Spiderman, big cig smoking James Jonah Jameson, I'm a damn boss Watch how I stick a p**y up without a tampon You blast heaters? Stop you a church preacher The ratchet swinging in his b**h face like Sharkeisha You earned the sloth KKK, y'all gonna watch how I let everything burnt across Then you in my city You in my city, now you can die for the wrong joke And let a barrel smoke in your mouth it's not a bong toke You known for a convo I'm known for, bow John Does How many did he catch in his back? Rondo [?] scope'em, six in it I could hit you from any view in Toronto And they said you think outside of the box? And I don't? I was thinking that sh**s dumb Cause I.C.E., I done left dead n***as in caskets So tell me how he thinking outside of the box when he in one? Big guns So heavy you gotta get your God to lift em I gotta ask 'em You alright? I'm not good with a Joker The Dark Knight, don't test me The blade sharper than Wesley, it's Fresh Prince The trey with me like Geoffrey Don't move buster, tools touch ya Head shot, have his sh** looking like a fruit Gusher I'm a bring a spark to him You wanna talk about God? Well BOW! Now you could talk to him I said I'm retarded, my clip sparking Hitting his insides up, that's a meat market A big K, kicking on stage (scoffs) like that sh** garbage I told you When you see a tornado through your house Don't be feeling at all, dog I mean Toto, you ain't in Kansas no more, this ain't the Wizard of Oz I say no time wasting Get shot through a hole in the wall Bad Boys 2 like them dead Haitians I pull up, all you hear is shell casings Big scope your dog you'll get spot, now they Dalmatians You know my slogan boy, it's 3-0 no lackin n***a