Pa**ionate MC - Bar Fight (prod. Suicide Squad) lyrics

Kaj Kadence (Round I) I come for ya spirit Like a thief in the night So fear this bearded Blue blooded Black bearer of light Im rugged So f**in rugged Got carpets askin me how i does it But certain secrets, you supposed to keep em Deep up in the vault But i got a few loose Screws So i let a few loose Boom Quick to get to spazzing On multi tracks and track my train of thought Man im sick of n***as that's poppin of production that they bought So im poppin off at the mouth And im callin all of em out Call me umpire young sire dump fire since i was a yute Im slick like done tires No lying im lion They kitty food Im a dick and they hymens ooo In my crib im obama ruling and this sh** is my job And these n***as sometiming with it Truth I'm a king n***a Mansa musa Plenty have claimed the same But dont mean the sh** like i do Soon as they taste the fame they shifting Shapes like lougarou But they ain't scaring us My crew got bad dudes like Erykah You swearing up and down Take mine boy you sound silly Really im the juice god Really ain't nobody f**ing with me In or out the city Let me stop frontin man The whole god damn country can't touch me You sure u want to go Head to head with me Im handing out concussions heads up pay attention Heres somethin that they failed to mention I know certain ppl didn't want me in But now kaj buzzin like ya building entrance Can't see me commin Check ya foresight I won't stop Till the road Im riding on Is illuminated By them porsche lights n***as too weak Like a fortnight Boy Im the reason That ya momma Told you get ya a** home Before the porch lights Come on Pa**ionate MC (Round 2) While they talk about these up and coming rappers who practice To be the masters of the ceremony with cla**ics I ask this, “Who kept it raw for y'all... With the force to crush through walls like Gorbachev to break boundaries?!” n***as sound asleep, give the crown to me! Flow turning these bars to gold like alchemy They got these n***as out for me, They say the want to climb to the top I let them do it… just to throw them off the balcony! I've been sick, this is vengeance! Tie the bodies that fell to a barbell on both ends just to “dead-lift” Now that's a workout routine of a true fiend Have you seeing shots in your mind like a “Hoop-Dream” And I ain't taking a hand gun, I AM ONE! Cranston, that's the only city I am from When I “sing" it's like the National Anthem… ‘Cause you'll see tops getting removed when they start lifting their hands up! “Yo, it's about time to bring the game back! Still all these wack rappers out here, but now I know where to aim at!” - Homage to Sticky Fingaz So f** sending them threats, I'm k**ing the rest Splitting their flesh for blood like insulin tests! A prick, sick f** like intimate s** With a chick that's given the “yes” to sh** on her breasts But really needs a big mint for her breath ‘Cause the scent that ejects that's hitting you next's a ticket to d**h! I'm too crazy with it. An angry spirit with no basic limits Rearranging the face of physics to make a hateful image I hate you critics saying “Dumb Down”, when I've left more “Dumb-found” Than kid's playing Hide-N'Go-Seek after leaving the seats Of their special-ed bus rounds, I bust clowns Lifting official arms, like touchdowns! I've earned my stripes, cursed my life! The words I write could probably turn the church on Christ! It's backwards, and I'm strapped to k** rappers! Got the ONYX face! Poppin' straight, giving bigger shells than pasta plate! f** that! Send ‘em bigger shells than what an ostrich lays Cause the time for it's guaranteed like Holidays! Kaj Kadence (Round II) n***a i stay prepared Dollar and a dream meaning Im six nines away from bein a millionaire Im top tier Its limited spots here f** them comment section b**hes questioning how i got here I see big i see pac here Jordan in the finals They can only win when im not here Im money may n***as will over pay to see me get knocked here But thats out the discussion Im something they cannot touch Man its f**ing with em They sick to their stomachs wanna speak up but ain't got the guts.... Listen up If you dont shed no blood you won't make cut... So toughen up Bars ova the head like im Schwarzeneg.. Baby, muscle up and Run up correct or youll have to settle for... Runner up Chump You couldn't bruise(brew) me up even if you bought me a beer Its so lonely up here And thats only cuz no phonies up here You couldn't appear here even if somebody loaned you a lear and you flew it stoned after putting a whole zone in the air Check it Not many that can f** with em I spit like a Browning Automatic Rifle BARS n***a i got plenty that will take you bout a 100 years to decipher Pain the only reason im leaking 100 octane I bring the type of heat that will make Jesus say he got game So dont adjust yo thermostat Im here today to put more bodies on my murder rap On ya timeline so much n***as think i got the servers hacked They sick of me but i guarantee that After this youll dap me up and tell me that i murdered that Im king Pa**ionate MC (Round II) And Lock Smith, that's my brother how it's supposed to be But this is for the n***as who chose that lyricist over me! I've roamed the streets, observing the world closely To only see their underestimation's an overreach The difference between conscious rap on the righteous path And the conscience lacked in the savage who's a psychopath! I ain't strike the match but I'm fighting back, f** the hatin' I'm here to finish what they're saying like punctuation! If he's the alpha, I'm the omega It's Agent Smith looking into Neo's eyes with controlled anger A bold wager for gold chasers with no paper Sacrifice recognizing d**h as it's only neighbor... In other words we're polar opposites So the distance in between is everything we needed for empowerment! Left to right, even right to left, doesn't f**ing matter! If there's a lock then there's a key, and it's just a factor Without him, there's no me. Without you, there's no “We” Without “US”, there's not a backpack for the team! So f** a battle, there's no surpa**ing what we do It's equal. What's the value in “good” without the “evil”? And I'm twice as lethal when n***as disbelieve in me So if you wish to face the "Cypher God™” it won't be for free.. Nah, there's a price to pay to feel the wrath from him Poppin' more (cliques|clicks) than the native language of Africans! Dropping whole teams, stop at no thing Music (and lights| enlights), our lanes bright like Rock N' Bowl Leagues It's Rocky boxing Apollo Creed, you'll see Shots lead to a body, that's a hockey goalie Oh please, I'm going off 'til there's nothing left to focus on Air clips, more squares lit than a solar farm So get it clear, what I (tuck's|Tux) not wedding wear It'll push bucks through your gut like pregnant deer! Stress appears, spreading fear when the end is near Rounds split in two's for you to (have|half) like hemispheres!