Big D - Borgia Pope vs Warrior Pope lyrics

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Big D - Borgia Pope vs Warrior Pope lyrics

[Verse 1: MC Delta T (Borgia Pope)] The name is Borgia Rodrigo or Alexander the VI Innocent causing grit the Church was no easy fix You can't rise to my level, I'm a pope with four kids Your only elevation is Sistine Chapel you prick I'm a patron of the arts, add those paintings to my cart You wouldn't know the difference between Renaissance and real art Supporting Rome University and the Castel Sant'Angelo You can't even get on good terms with Michelangelo 1500 the Holy Year of Jubilee I'm chrism oil you're water, so you'll always be below me Rapping against the God like me, how could you act so foolishly? The only battle you'll win is when the French invaded Italy Once in Borgia, expanding borders Evangelization, call that new world order Now the South Americans hear the Holy Father Mail me when you're Jesus and can walk across the water [Verse 2: Da Bomb (Warrior Pope)] Representing Albisola I'm Giuliano Rovere Italian advantage so you better prepare I'll destroy your son Cesare till there's nothing to spare Do your homework B-Rod, so Nate will think that it's fair You're the Spanish flu that plagued the entire state of Italy Nepotism, indulgence, and rampant simony You're so weak you have to hide behind the Holy League You might have won the war, but I have the hegemony Prime time, it's the rhyme time Four kids, not celibate, that's a holy crime Support the arts and beating France in the meantime You're getting annihilated, it's not even halftime I provided all the good arts in the Holy See Got my tomb designed by the main homie Mikey Buy your way into heaven, but you forgot the key I'd split your crack open like Moses did with the Red Sea [Verse 3: MC Delta T] My boy Cesare Borgia is Romagna's Duke My children get places, your Felicia was just a fluke What about your two other daughters, even God had to rebuke In his kingdom up in the sky, skywalking like Luke You sold indulgences in Germany because you needed money Your papacy was a joke, even your children look funny Call me sweet, I got more honeys in my hive than a honeybee You descended into the grave with your nose a little runny [Verse 4: Da Bomb] You wanted me to tell you just who I am Well, let me tell you something ‘bout the warrior man Born into poverty, from the bottom now we here An independent man, don't need no puppeteer I earned my position, didn't buy my votes I'm the fearsome pope, put a slit in your throat Paved the way through Reformation, even the animals know You got milked liked a cow, and they call me the G.O.A.T [Verse 5: MC Delta T] I destroy dissidents in my family lore I got a chalice of poison call it the Grail of Gore Now Julius you screwed up, thought I told you before Your papacy was a failure get your cross out the door [Verse 6: Da Bomb] Germans against the Franco-Venetia, that should trouble you Bars hotter than Stalin when he had a 'do You lost this battle ‘fore it started, you already knew Cuz you can't spell warrior without a W