Pa** (Battle Rapper) - Pa** vs RemyD lyrics

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Pa** (Battle Rapper) - Pa** vs RemyD lyrics

[Round 1: RemyD] I'ma start with telling King of the Dot he's not welcomed Cause when it come to putting on for Oakland, he ain't helping I been here since July, every place I stepped inside I asked about Pa** and he is not recognized First off I got a question, why you even battle rap? You travel a hundred miles 'round Alcatraz, you might, you might Find two n***as that give a f** about battle rap Most of these Bay Area n***as Got their happy-a** Cali swag relax and back Cause marijuana damn near legal So they got a bag of gra** of the best weed you've ever seen Add to that the weather been in 70 degree average And most of the b**hes a** Spanish So it's nothin to get you some little red bone hoe with an a** that's fat You can't be mad at that But you from one of them good neighborhoods Where the convenience stores only sell organic snacks Any savage act in your character not indigenous to your habitat Save the raps like you some gangster cat, you ain't made for that The place you say you bang and scrap, the place I vacation at I take you through that real Oakland where weapon gripping is recommended n***as say "hella" and "blood" twice in every sentence f** a Pa** or Pa**wurdz, I'll pa** you to the pastor Then pasture's gra** dirt in a flash, turning bad worse You thought I was boxing to share how the jab work? No, two arms body this square just like a plaid shirt I put you somewhere they can't search Think you a stand-up n***a? I'll sit you down so fast it'll make your a** hurt f** a Pa**, the way I let you review my history It's two Timberlands to the head, re-boot your memory A shot to the nogging will rock your consciousness As quick as a album that's common senses Back bad if your posture missing (posthumous) How you want it? Lots of stitches or doctor visits? So they could find you in a bay by a dock of fishes f** if we in your pot is pissing or not you tripping and get you dropped But witness he don't do sh** cause dude sterilize (still realize) What's not for kidding? See the entendre in it? Dude sterilized, dude still realized I son him like a father but treat him worse than some foster children You ain't got no kind of lyrics You gon say some moderate hitting line and say papa Cause you say "potna" in it Fresh Coast, you rep wrong as crooked politicians Lots of gimmicks but when it come to this community, you nonexistent My kind is business so it make my grind crucial I take the time to make the lines that they rewind on YouTube So I hate to find these lazy writers makin' rhymes how you do But since you the Pa**/past I'm truly glad they don't make them like they used to [Round 1: Pa**] RemyD, please forgive me G But I gotta use this line that I said against uh One of these other wack n***as But this applies to you as well so I'll recycle that damn scripture Bruh bruh, the only f**ing reason any human being Should be nicknamed after a brand of liquor Is if you're a hood rat, turf derp b**h, or a goddamned stripper Now Remy think he can come to the town and catch this win, right? That's funny cause no you f**ing not! Now I know you buy off that humble rock Cause I already k**ed a Belvedere, it's Remy's turn so that's a double shot Now give me some space before we make everyone in this vicinity shake My n***as clap, give them that Men in Black, it's memory finna erase My memory and my energy great So tell me why half the n***as in this wack-a** battle rap industry fake No, tell me why half the n***as from St. Louis got feminine traits Let him do some slick sh** and try to dip Y'all finna see Remy get chased But I'm sick in the head My only remedy is Hennessy straight But it's 4/20, I dare this square to step in my session I'ma approach him like... "What's up, n***a?" Know somebody here? Speak up n***a? Oh, you want a smoke? Oh cool f** n***a, do I look like I give a f**, n***a? We in Oakland home, the "I Got Five On It" so what n***a? You a f**ing punk, n***a We gon make you throw fifty on it to catch a contact You can't even touch a f**ing blunt, n***a And I keep hash in my weed stash, but you keep trash You know he 'bout to roll up some wheat gra** My folks already gave me cash saying "Please keep the peace Pa**." So you know he gon' call the police fast if you run up and beat his weak a** Lush'll be yelling "Free Pa**!" before I give you a free pa** Now, this battle already done pissed me off, but I'm about to push through You wanna get funny, I show you how you should do it You look like Kid CuDi, but without the G.O.O.D. Music You got a weird-looking a** face, always got some bags on your eyes And you got a long-a** face like you sad all the time Now I said f** that, it's nothing see this rap sh** easy But to my trapping n***as trapping easy They'll clap you easy for acting greasy Have his beanie leaning to the side of his head like Adebisi Easy n***a round 1 [Round 2: RemyD] This n***a said I look like Kid Cudi, I know he don't want nothing Cause he look like a low budget Joe Budden That rapping vulgar gon get you turned to a snack for vultures That results in you planted lower than agriculture I have the focus and composure of a captain soldier Fit to wear you out if we take this outdoors, that Patagonia That's just the jab I threw, I grab the toaster strapped from holster You better have a chauffeur smash the gas on the fastest motor Nonstop shots when I'm blasting fo' ya You won't finish the fire until it's like you mixed with Hawaiian my n***a, half Samoan Retire you, light you up, Sammy Sosa Have you twisted up stretched out same time like you practice yoga Pa**, gas, bad aromas, nasty odors That man trash like bags of broke stuff on an alley sofa You ain't active at your home that much I know because I asked I roamed the aves and the corners of International role plus I traveled the zones to San Alejandro And drove back on a path to go to straight to San Jose To a Santa Clara camp and supposed a question Does Pa** or Pa**wurdz have any fans near Oakland? And I had no luck Plex Rock actually get more love Mad cats say that they know Lush But Pa** past don't so much as fam has my condolence You don't put in work, you pudding, perfect for tapioca b**h made, my switchblade'll steal your heart, Casanova The switchblade's still as sharp as a dagger so it can't get grosser If I'm walkin around lookin for larynx donors That's the throat, Pa** you know what? Lush gave me to test the culture You a average flower who can't match up close to my status quota Your type style is the Dwight Howard looking "nehhh" for California Look at me and see the Wiz (whiz) kid without Amber Rose's carriage stroller Cancel your plans and hopes to blow up after going at opponents Of my cla** that have voted to bypa** Pa** Or for folk who know him as Alex, be mad they haven't told ya Outcome is you flat as posters How come it's cause that I'm supposed to If I got the hood watching me squeeze the life out you It's like I'm half a Boa and a Cobra But if RemyD destroy with the Leroy match and glow What that is? Sho 'nuff [Round 2: Pa**] I love when n***as say sh** like, "Pa** is alright but he's overrated" See them sort of things just lets me know I'm approaching greatness If I wasn't kicking the coldest game and going ape sh** wouldn't no one say sh** And you know them same folks that make them bogus statements is mostly vacant Basic vultures craving a hold of place And the place them hoes afraid to show they face in No mistake so I came here with a new definition So this should probably help Cause when they say you're overrated What they really mean is that you're rated over everybody else And f** all that sh**, let me get on this n***a's helmet quick So Lush, don't tell me sh** like you know He's tryna get his name out there And a buzz for himself and sh** Then you should help him sh**, sh**, you're welcome, b**h! You got nothin but wack-a** battles and all a sudden Now, you wanna f** around You just another up and comer comin up so I can shut him down You rep Innuendo, so that's a battle rap crew? You know how weird and corny that sh** sound? Is that how I n***as get down? You got folks from Canada, California, New York, uh Midwest And you gon tell me all of your folks been down? Bro that's not a gang, y'all some motherf**ing pen pals And every time you n***as battle somebody it's like, "Yeah, I'm Innuendo, at your front door or I'm in your window" But if you say that to another man, that's a gay innuendo So f** your Innuendo You think that's the beginning but this is the end you in, though I offend you and your kid what I wrote with this pen and pencil and hit your mental It's not a game when the things is running up in your temple You get beat, no instrumental I'm 25 been top 4 since '01 ekay? I been official Get it? 401K; Beneficial See, we Mobb Deep, you a Quiet Storm f** that, you white Catholic choir calm So kick back like a firearm and get fired on Your turf hop from the Midwest to the Big West Now it's a Fresh Coast style that you riding on It's why you're the fence, you can't decide which side you on No, I said that's why it's Wire on defense You can't decide which side you on See this is all-around sickness, I'ma let the crowd witness Young, proud, gifted, you a thumb down tripping Your slogan is team business, b**h this town business! [Round 3: RemyD] Now in that first round, I outlined him I gave outlines that outline How I'm 'bout mine and everything he shout, lies Second round, I out-rhymed him Style-wise I lyrically out-climbed him, how high? Hm, cloud, sky, miles-wide Third round, I can skate out fine He way outshined but it wouldn't be RemyD If I ain't give y'all that breakdown time So you just be the pa**enger, 'kay? I'll drive This Taxi Confessions And as we travel this direction, I'ma ask you some questions Like, "Pa**, where ya headed?" I don't mean the place on the map where you destined I'm trying to see if your dumba** could locate where your actual head is Cause as of latest like your brain been off track for a second You was Pa**wurdz at first Then you asked them adjust it to just call you Pa**, word? You went Malcolm and X'd it? Well if past serves me correct and you in a battling session As the n***a who no longer has 'wurdz' you don't have any weapons Is your plan to beat me down by having me beat down a man that's just helpless? Or do we call you Pa** cause you pa** on a matches selected? You been in the ring since the '05 calendar edit With only 12 battles captured on record, that is pathetic Especially since Lush One is your family, brethren You actually connected to the top promoter in the battling profession But you slack, half-stepping, his story is how past isn't present Misguided, pa**ed in deception, but let's put Pa** in perspective You from Oakland, the land of Black Panters protected I expected you to captured that message, pa**ed On the essence But after reflecting on your lack of progression And the name that you requested I have the impression Pa** is your preference cause you pa**ive-aggressive Can't be respected, doesn't examine well So he's not pa**ing in testin (intestine) like bad indigestion See that's where we're separate which I gotta see This here ain't conscious versus comedy, it's a promise versus a probably See, you the type of n***a that'll sit back and wait on that day to come I saw my city ain't have a buzz so me and some n***as created one Shoutout to Aye Verb, Holla, and III for the URL achievements they got But I'm the only n***a from St. Louis on King of the Dot [Round 3: Pa**] Remy said, "Pa**, you're like one of the only n***as that I respect in this sh**." Well sh**, I guess it's just cause I keep it solid don't do hella extra and sh** A young black intelligent specimen bringing back intellect when he spit A professional with professional wit Now who here you finna convince that you better than this? Look down on the ground, check on your kicks n***a you done stepped in some sh** Now I don't know why you would consider this is a winning option But you wanted to get it popping so f** it, let's get it popping Trust me, you can get demolished While your friends and your b**hes watching You ain't famous but a pound in front of you will make your name a trending topic You wanna build a buzz from the ground up, I cinderblock it After your funds like Capital One, what's in your wallet? I'm in the deep east, slapping old-school, Keek The Sneak My n***as mobbing being punished, trigger finger itching to *chicka* bloc him! I gotta watch him cause this cat's from the projects Do what they got to do to stack up them profits Well my n***as is actual prophets You just a b**h talking with no facts to back up your logic You act like you got it, but I can't tell if you actually got it Don't tell me you trappin, quit yapping n***a, you trapped in a closet Who on the f**ing block would be shook of you? n***a look at you This is what happens when f*ggot-a** Yung III is the n***a that you look up to? f** your St. Louis, cardinal, I'll expose your whole cardinal In the city you from you on the bottom of the heirarchy dawg But if I knock the bottom piece out the structure, the whole St. Louis arch'll fall This feels weird, it's supposed to be like I'm face to face with the enemy But lately you been trying to recreate my energy It's like you're tryna make it seem like you're the same as me It's plain to see, you probably even say you're symmetry So I take this remedy, break the entity down into different compounds That's basic chemistry Ain't no way you k**ing me This hate you giving me is a waste of energy Like the way you came from St. Louis So a n***a from Oakland can put you back into a state of misery/Missouri Ain't no pistols bursting I can be the bigger person But if I'll pull that blade on him Then it's really curtains And bu*terflies on his stomach like he's feeling nervous I know you moved out here so don't trip I don't need to let that chrome click to make his dome split I have some dirty n***as stomp you out in Air Force Ones If you feeling homesick