Rellim - FREDO lyrics

Poetic / Von Poe Vii returns after a three month tour in Europe with Gavlyn and Papa J. to address the constant friction from the "LA Scene" in regards to them and Organized Threat. This song / video is to be viewed as a direct response to Phora's "No Other Way" as well [VERSE 1] I dedicate this to that modern day hypocrisy/ And while I'm laughing at the irony/ I swing my battle axe ferociously/ Please don't mistake this as an act of comradery/ A verbal lobotomy to that drama/ I'm praying for karma when you fall off and/ I'm stating the facts for those who love to hate/ These lame a** n***as/ Who tried to take the cake/ From the ones who paved the way for you s**as/ A bunch of dead weight burning bridges for that payload/ I'm about to blow them up like Waco/ Nobody move unless I say so/ You was trying to knock that n***a KR For sounding like Kendrick/ When you stole your style from Drake n***a/ Your whole life is a gimmick/ Plus that silly verse was wack/ Was all talk minus the facts/ Cause trying to say he copied KDot is like calling you a rat/ n***as get laid out/ It's old news dunny/ That sh** is played out/ You ain't built for the battle rap scene/ You're too emotional like Britney/ Trying to call yourself a man when you had your baby aborted/ This n***a's pinker than the p**y that he nutted in/ Trying to box with the god/ [Hook / Scratches] How you call your people family When you ain't got no loyalty Now the Threat is Organized I got them all mortified [VERSE 2] I heard this mothaf**a Phora wanted to challenge me/ You're bananas G/ My Wolf Brigade brings a tragedy/ To everything that you're commanding B/ Like how you gonna flex when you're named after a perfume/ And the first four letters of your name spell out the word Mark/ "Ain't gotta hit him like that god"/ Of course I do/ "See Kendrick got this little homie really thinking he's tougher than you"/ Word? He's softer than glue/ Better believe that/ I heard that he got stabbed up in the back/ And turned a rat within the same day/ f** yaw mean?/ And Eskupe did his thing with the beat/ But even Slug was sitting like/ "Yo lyrically this sh** is wack to me"/ You breaking bread with house n***as/ That can't survive in the field/ And I'm feeling bad/ Because your legacy's a tragedy still/ Who k**ed Fredo?/ You a pon dun/ You get smacked around by Mo Green/ My n***as are winning like Charlie Sheen/ In a limousine full of groupies/ I'm finding it ironic all the words that you choose to speak/ I'll show no sympathy for the weak/ The Holy Lands are for the meek mothaf**a/ [Hook] [VERSE 3] Watch me put an end to the rep of this mothaf**a/ He went from Yours Truly to OGT/ Then back to YT/ After dropping all of its original members/ Minus Eskupe/ See that's a bad look/ I know my competition and you ain't one of them/ You ain't JMega The God/ That Megallah or Papa J./ Trying to rep the West/ This n***a had the nerve to diss 2Mex/ Leave you buried up in a box for that virginity you took/ Up in the back of your car seat/ Just like a villainous crook/ You left that underage on the curb/ Just like a throw away book/ That's what you told me/ Before you drove off with her blood on your shirt/ And baby Marco telling lies that cancer show was a myth/ I'm knowing he sold a bunch of merchandise/ And didn't split a cent of it/ A dollar at the door brings all the kids to the floor/ With extra money up in their pockets to spend at the store/ I saw the check for over a grand/ 17 with a 93 but what is that/ When you're claiming that your making 7 thousand a show/ You ain't a thug just cause you posted up on the block/ With a bunch of middle aged men/ In front of a closed liquor store/ And the entire scene was waiting on this response/ And I'm feeling f**ed up/ Cause we was suppose to battle them odds/ To keep it honest with you/ I ain't mad at you brother/ I'm more upset with them older n***as/ Surrounding you brother/ Cause if they really gave a f**/ Then they'd be advising your brother/ Instead of treating you like product/ Misguiding you brother/ But honestly I'm disappointed/ At these darts you've been throwing/ Cause you've been stabbed a couple times/ You know the wrath of the Omen/ You know I'm trying to push myself/ While I'm maintaining this business/ f** your description/ You couldn't walk a fraction of the distance/ So father please forgive em/ They don't know what they do/ And plus Phora's still a kid/ He ain't got nothing to prove/ Dearly departed/ And his pops was never dealing with that heron/ You was never a crack baby/ Nor were you born in the 80s/ That's why I find it kind of funny/ When you're claiming to rep the 90s/ Cause by the time you started walking/ Biggie and Pac had buried listen/ One life to live/ So why you burning these bridges/ Play your position playboy/ And stick to singing to these groupie b**hes/ Cause all that tough talk/ Is just gonna get you washed up/ Or get you mobbed up/ We overseas my n***a watch us/ The children think it's Gavlyn/ I'm talking Yarah Bravo/ I'm talking f**ing Sara/ Shout outs my n***a Kwervo/ Shout outs my n***a Ruman/ Shout outs my n***a H.V./ Big ups my sister Soulcat/ Shout outs my brother Mike Steez/ [VERSE 4] What's the word/ I get the vibe that Reverie is still talking sh**/ So let me set the record straight for all you highschool kids/ She ain't a thug or a bad b**h/ Her tagging style is wack as sh**/ And her daddy was a millionaire before she started rapping/ So stop the acting/ And I would have said more over a beat/ But I met with Murs out in Europe/ And he requested that I squash the beef/ [VERSE 5] And now I'm locked up in the mental of Salomon's Temple/ My enemies co*k and fire/ But their bullets are pebbles against my missiles/ When the f** are you LA n***as gonna start to respect me/ I've gone against the grain/ And battled with anyone who's tried to step to me/ Organized Threat/ Mothaf**as fake that loyalty for the payload/ And you ain't "iLL" just cause you say so/ Nasty Nas is Esko/ Look at the nerve of these n***as/ Leave battle scars against your figure/ You ain't Suspenseful dawg/ You a groupie/ Riding Phora's dick for attention/ f** your religion when you're dealing with that gwap/ And you ain't from the block/ These Harvey Dent a** rappers are praying that I flop/ See I should have my little niece drop a 16 into your whole flock/ These mothaf**as is all talk/ Trust me I've met them personally/ I'm that riverside reppa/ The Phantom of The Orchestra/ Shaking hands with the coroner/ Walking on the path to Mordor/ I've decided that I'm the one so I don't need your respect/ Cause most of these rappers are afraid of dying/ So they've been feared d**h/ And if I was Latin like Papa J./ You'd all be nodding your heads/ Or if this was written by Kendrick Lamar/ You'd probably say I'm the best/ Pouring out my rosary/ n***as that want to battle me/ You see I'm laughing at the irony/ A Monolith quoting Stephen King/ Cause if I ain't a threat/ Like a crowd of dozens claim to speak/ Then why the hell are the rappers that you look up to/ Taking shots at me/ I'll k** them all I'll k** them all/ Pour that gasoline on their families/ These mothaf**as are carbon copies/ I've studied the alchemy/ Got me writing up these hotels/ Spitting venom against the white walls/ You ain't gotta like me/ But you will respect my word and my balls/ I know you hate to hear the facts/ But yo I'm better than you all/ I'm the underdog/ You see they never thought I'd make this far/ I'm having dinners out in Switzerland/ Business meetings in Germany/ Don't bother me/ You local n***as are basically a mockery/ It's that Organized Threat/ And we on the come up/ All my soldiers throw your guns up/ n***as acting like they ain't a fan/ Cause they ladies love us/ I know some people are going to be upset with this track/ But you gotta ask yourself/ How I dissed dude with seven minutes of facts/ You see the people taking shots/ Couldn't even pop me off with a 16/ (What you saying god)/ What I'm saying is that my record in clean/ I was posted up in the studio/ With Rza just like the lotus/ While he was teaching me to remain humble/ While speaking for the chosen/ I've shaken hands with established men and women/ Across the ocean/ And I've walked across the golden sands/ On lands you're never stepping in/ Word to Yarah Bravo yo/ The Mother Grain was speaking wisdom/ Give me knowledge my Black Queen/ And spare the young god with your vision/ Phora they got you caught up/ In the same drama that you fought against/ Now the homies ain't the homies/ I hope you're taking notes of all of this/ There ain't a movement out there that's realer than the Threat/ You could turn your back against us/ Or your pay your homage and respect I said/ There ain't a movement out there that's realer than the Threat/ You could turn your back against us/ Or your pay your homage and respect n***a/