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Mr. Wavy vs. Nu Jerzey Twork
[Round 1: Mr. Wavy]
I'm from Brooklyn, I got too much motherfuckin' pride
To come on another n***a's stage and just motherfuckin' die
I never listen to the fans, okay I motherfuckin' lied
Twork they had you winnin' so much n***a I'm on yo' fuckin' side
See a lot of n***a's words be funny
But success gon' feel that much better when ya road be bumpy
See the love you gettin', real close to the hate like the double doors
It's nothin' more than a tug of war
I realize they ain't fuck wit' boy
But I kept movin' on my own two, I ain't need no gas, I'm like a hover board
Yeah, yeah, so losin' in how y'all got me?
Nah, God got me
I got ya death figured out, that's an autopsy
Big can', get to poppin', [?]
Slug for slug, we can exchange; Armani
I'm hard body, do y'all copy?
Y'all have a get together, we get together, I grab a large shotty
Kick in the door, Boom, "Look alive papi"
Random shit thrown in his crib, this a surprise party
You said, takin' this battle was a deposit to make sure your son's set
You responsible for the rise of ya son (sun), I'ma be responsible for ya son's set (sunset)
I'm a sick shooter, green like the gold then send clips through ya
I lean back, switch Rugers
What's on their side nasty; hip tumor
If they ain't take the shot then these two will (wheel) like a trick scooter
You hot head? Well the leg make you a bit cooler
Is he dead? I don't know why I took a trip to ya
So you like the salsa dance? Well get an .8 to ya back, I'll Victor Cruz ya
But you'll ditch the Ruger, then he get retired with a bird like Cal Ripken Jr
Richmond, what up?
Richmond, what up?!
This y'all champ champ
But my pavement a lil' darker like a damp ramp
Aerial view, I'm over Twork like a tramp stamp
Have weird shit poppin' out like that bitch sayin' "This one time at band camp."
This Wavy, but make sure you put that M.R. on the front of that
Twork, I was young with that, really in the field
Fuck you be drummin' that?
Three X Champion hoodie, lil' gun attached
A savage, y'all n***as want a classic? I don't want none of that
Cause when I ride out, ain't no emotions, I don't feel nothin'
If it's a road trip to grill somethin' that mil' (meal) comin'
I'm on ya block, like a cookout, ready to grill somethin'
[?] ball, I'm outta town ready to steal (steel) somethin'
For a few bands, it's no tellin' when I lead into ya place
I duct tape the bitch you wit' then I make her lead me to the safe
N***as sleepin', I'm creepin', yeah that party finna shake
Hell Rell sleepin' wit' a thot, Twork wake up with a Ruger in his face
I mean, you thought you was gonna come here and R.I.P. homie?
Twins in the boot, I dare you creep on me
Jiggily puff, n***as get somethin' drew in they face, go ahead and sleep on me
Remember the blog he said, "I'm what you shoulda been
I'm what you coulda been."
But n***as had it mapped out for you
But I ain't knockin' where you at, you just ain't have n***as back out on you
Fuck ya movement though
Shit'll get wild here (hair) like Coolio
The clip I got for this n***a, don't come wit' a movie role
The heat packed close to the jacket, it came from Uniglo
Y'all done put a zombie on the card, we play Yugioh
Zombie on the card, and they expectin' me to just walk in dead, ain't that the crazy shit?
But I wouldn't be me if I didn't get on some Mr. Wavy shit
Like that shotgun in the pants leg line, n***as was jackin' it
Now everybody movin' piece like Jackie Chan with the Talisman
Facts!
This ain't no accident
Y'all brought a savage in to embarrass him
Each line on point like a javelin
If I'm mad at him, I'll pull out a grip, another grip, they got comparisons
Twork off, "Man these ratchet bitches be battlin'."
Nah, nah, headshot, bring Twork down like an acronym
You be dead after the .40 wins like Floyd Patterson
This supposed to be a test y'all?
I'll stretch dawg, the vet dog, I wear that four on me; Brett Farve, let's spar
I pick it up, BAOW! He leakin' eggnog
Draggin' a six foot n***a, that's a struggle without the Chess bar
His grave get a different kind of Wav' (wave) like a head nod
AK black like Sega Genesis, I left y'all
Black like Sega Genesis just mean the cartridge came wit' it; Sonic The Hedgehog
Bigga .9? Fuck is a "bigger .9"? This n***a lyin'
You don't even get hit with my grip, this my n***a .9
I'm slick, walkin' wit' the stick like my vision blind
I'm slick, reel it up, this shit a fishin' rod
Lil' n***a get the light like he Digivod
Dagger to his little son head now he a shish kebab
Gun bar after gun bar, don't get mad at it
Ya name "Twork", you should be used to hearin' some ratchet shit
That's round one
Y'all know I came to chalk him out
I look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy
[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
Joseph Levant, bitch you outta moves
I'm 'bout to try to have you swimmin' out ya doom
It's all this Wav' (wave) shit, til the coroner's gotta fish you out a pool
I'll take you to the river side and dip you by ya boot
I showed Joseph A Bank, leave his whole family pickin' out the suits
I'm too cocky, how you n***as keep survivin' death, that's the new topic
You can't cha-cha thing outta this
You survive the first bullet then this tool pop ya
Cause if I let a machine sing you won't be able to juke boxes
Damn the zombie
I stitch the bird cross Wav' chest; Abercrombie
Hammer'll pop him!
Ask me what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout!
And look me dead in the face
BAOW! I hit you dead in the face
Shook his pride, he don't even look alive
The n***a dead in the face!
I'd hate to bull, but you thought you was gon' come here and this was gonna be a lil' debatable
Okay, I saw ya battles, you can hold ya own papi
BAOW! That's a casket, now you can hold ya own body
Shotty, on me, I'm so wit' the action
And me and Wav' (wave) don't mix like gulf of Alaska
Blast him, I put this can' in ya life
Blast the gun, then stash the gun
Super Mario I'm plant in (plantin') the pipe
See you gon' make me hurt somebody
Have the Goonies get Wavy lined up; cursive writin'
I'm the first to pop it, murder/violence
Hit ya folks
Die for ya men or end up in the dirt; fertilize you
Word to mommy, this little thing blow ya ass to smithereens, disperse ya body
Y'all play wit' this and be surrounded by a wave (Wav') like deserted island
The burner fire, my gun'll push him
I come to ya home and see ya little one sleepin'
Both kids in the Benz died (Bed-Stuy), come to Brooklyn
They book him, you see me in the line up, I'm unfamiliar
Knowin' I'm the one that killed him
Or else I'm comin' back for the baby like Rumpelstiltskin
Peeled him, this hurts to do to him
We Go Hard, I'm tearin' those city walls down the worst Jerusalem
Shells drop I get away free, Twork's solution is
Police pick up the cases, my lawyer pick up the case they work in unison
Don't start this beef, you go for ya gun? Baow
The arm shot, he can't get in contact wit' it, it's called "a reach"
Spark the piece, or let y'all pay attention while I pistol whip him
And watchin' Wav' (wave) split gon' be the best part to see (sea)
I've been blessed by the Lord wit' grace
But keep things around even when I don't need 'em; horders place
Drive-by, 1996 Ford remake
He talkin' 'bout all the n***as he got, 'til somethin' blew out the Bronco and hit all the boys he (Boise) State
I'm sick of all these moves you make
But I guess when you lack substance, the dance is important
I mean you one of them n***as you can say cold (Canseco)
You added a lil' somethin' to enhance the performance
I'm bombin', he get slayed by the shots
Faggot!
I wouldn't say he a queer he um (aquarium), it don't even matter as long as Wav's (waves) in the box!
Pop! The Ruger spray, y'all don't even know what I do to Wav'
BAOW! Baow, baow, he get Harlem up in every section, I make him do the Wav' (wave)
Jersey!
[Round 2: Mr. Wavy]
This Survivor Series but y'all had Double Impact lookin' like Summer Slam
I mean everybody was up there spittin' they real shit
Mad n***as up on stage like a Royal Rumble, it was real lit
I'm talkin' Armageddon like
But Twork stole the show, I mean you killed ya n***a's bars and they boo'd ya man
I guess that was the hint to put Smack down and get rid of Drugz
Now that scheme, was Raw wit' it, on some G shit
Only a couple of y'all peep I was doin' some WWE shit
But watch the mean twist
See some will get it on, some will slam on you, you gotta feel it
If you royal, to rumble my n***a, just try to kill me
Don't get Smack down, these n***as around provide the blickeys
So if the arm I'm gettin' don't roar on that first Wav' it's Survivor Series
But this series, only gon' have one survivor
Twork I'm here to suit and tie ya
Been lookin' over ya work, I'm ya supervisor
Cortez crucified ya
Mike P scrutinized ya
You barely knew how to handle that Will (wheel) like a student driver
Double barrel, the nozzle, look like the goggles on a scuba diver
Y'all done put T on my plate, guess I'm the Uber driver
Gang shit, that's what they say when the Goonies 'round
Y'all n***as is pussy, look how they move around
A Rome and Ryda, can't picture neither of them with no MAC-10
Glueazy confused, he's an albinist Irish, n***a who rap like he got black skin
Now Mack Mel and Jakkboy? Y'all don't bang together
C'mon y'all add friends and Twork hairline is the only thing that be strapped in
It's a fact boy
Goonies, what y'all some type of frat boy?
Ryda not really no rider, that n***a's the rider holdin' them back boy
Now Rome ya manager, that n***a Diddy
Cause you think you BIG these n***a's Bad, Boy
The Glue' they got, I'll trash boy
It's Brooklyn, this ain't no act boy
I'll walk up on Mack Mel, take Mel MAC and hit Jakkboy
NASTY
NASTY
I could'v caught this n***a down in NY and let it flame on him
Wait, down NY, put it together that's "Downey"
But watch how this fabric done changed on him
Bang on him, this ain't yo' powder, it's leavin' stains on him
Try to dip, you gon' be more than Tied up, once a n***a get to Gain on him
You semi totin'? This tennis (.10 is) racket (ratchet) I keep it loaded
Who think I'm bluffin'? It'll leave any n***a in the U.S. Open
Nah, I'd rather the gem star, leave a n***a broken
Buck 50, this shit'll look like the Nike sweats wit' the zipper open
I'm into that, I walk around holdin' that drum click
You pop eyes (Popeyes) "Why I oughta" shoot you in ya face for sayin' that dumb shit
You wanna loan somethin' you can hold a fuckin' shell
If I go to fuckin' jail, I'll make ya moms sell pussy until she reach my fuckin' bail
You ride wit' him? You die wit' him
No, you gon' die wit' him cause you ride wit' him
I'll leave that whole scene messier
Go best friend, that's my best friend
BLAOW! That's how you leave a Twork right next to ya
N***a ya squad gas
That clip longer than that fro that Marge had
I sit all these n***as down like a podcast
Mark ass, the ammo, got me feelin' like Rambo wit' the large Mags
2K's, horizontal view, like we playin' on Broadcast
Twork you see me and my n***as? Boy we all mask
No visuals, all you hear is the audio like we sportscast
I'll shoot, they'll shoot, steel bangin' together like a car crash
You? Get a large bag
Hospital visits, they takin' odd baths
All you remember was the machine that got hooked up to, got hooked up to, got hooked up to plugs, you work for Comcast
If I'm in the Buick, I'm ready to Ruger somethin'
The music dumpin'
I see Twork in the rear view, gotta maneuver somethin'
U-Turn, long skkkrrt (skirt) like a Jewish woman
Arm out, he don't know who behind the shots
It's Kenny Lewis dumpin'!
Listen, Raivon Anderson
[Nu Jerzey Twork]
That's not my name

[Mr. Wavy]
That's not ya whole name?
Well fuck it, battle rap n***as love you, they think ya flow flame
But I hope you reach your plateau, ya glow fame
I hope you get the vets that you want and bring those pro's pain (propane)
But all I ask is that you get a- lace front or some Rogaine
'Cause I saw that picture of his hairline and I said, "Oh Gawd!"
We gotta talk about this
With a hairline like that-

{Nu Jerzey Twork forces "time" on Mr. Wavy's round}

[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said I conceal a Glock, I said "fuck fightin'"
Too many bogies that's bad for my health, that still apply
A hundred Sig' (cig'), I'm a long Cadillac smoke, nah I bend the block wit' a hundred cigs
And a long Cadillac smokin', that's the hearse with the engine shot
He was a brave child, til I ran down
Sub machine MP4, but I held it down, load and did Wav' foul (wav file)
It get serious around my way though
GD's, rules, MP's for a whole period table
No fable, I can't even picture you walkin' down my way
Moana, I'm just talkin' to the Wav' (wave)
Larkin gonna blaze or let a .4 bang
Wav's (waves) not even comin' close and that's a sure (shore) thing
I bring you more pain, we all know Wav's a disgrace, that's my only angle
Tony Yayo I let a .4 wave in ya face
{Chokes}
Jersey

[Round 3: Mr. Wavy]
I shook his pride!
Oh we not done
With a hairline like that I know why you fed n***a
You look like if you go to the club without an ID and take ya hoodie off they be like, "Aight, go 'head n***a."
That's what you been hidin'?
That's what's underneath?
Okay, it looks like a road map to ya career
See he started in Jersey then ended up in the DMV
That's what I should've been?
That's what I could've been?
It looks like you was gettin' a shape up and then he ducked a bullet there
He lookin' at me like, "He not nice
He's sayin' a bunch of things that me no like."
I see why you don't wanna take that hoodie off, he gon' fight
My n***a just get a bald head you gon' be alright
Serious question
My n***a you battled a gay n***a?
Like...like...you shook his pride?
Was Twork comin'? Did that n***a look alive?
God, y'all n***as can miss me wit' the bangin'
All I see is a fruit in the same basket
Smack, you brought in some Edible Arrangements
But let you tell it, you ya own man
Your own two is what you stood on
We never gotta ask what Twork reppin'
That n***a always puttin' his hood on
Hoodie on every battle, I bet ya neck stink
But fuck it, ya dudes love ya
I bet if we took a Wet Wipe and wiped the back of ya neck it'll show ya true colors
Dirty n***a
But you from Jersey n***a
But why you not even that man in ya hood?
See battle rap, y'all turned him to this man in the hood
And the DMV adopted you
You've been breast-fed and rocked a few
I never once looked at none of these n***as like they an obstacle
I walk in like, "Oh, this Mission was Impossible."
I guess I was the one to play that part
Now watch the Tom' Cruise you to the hospital
Think logical, who really doin' the crime more?
I told y'all I'ma design a n***a, I walked in holdin' my Tom' forward (Ford)
Lean partially, awkwardly, hold it up beside yours
You'll wig in the front, I turn n***as to beauty supply stores
See I'm sure that this six foot n***a was in a fuckin' ad
Don't argue it
Y'all don't notice how he be calm...then just start buggin'...that's retarded shit
No don't laugh cause y'all started it!
And no other occupation that is normal
But in battle rap y'all applauded it so I'm like, "Daaaamn. What the fuck wrong wit' him?"
Could y'all imagine Twork workin' at McDonald's?
"Welcome to McDonald's, we got a special on the pies
You could get a Happy Meal or you could settle for the prize
We serve all our food hot and we'll bring it to you guys
But don't forget the ketchup for ya burger and ya FRIES!"
I'm like, "Daaamn. What the fuck wrong wit' him?"
Could y'all imagine Twork scoopin' a shorty
Walk up on her like, "Damn, ma you hella pretty
And ya frame is hella thick
You but ya number in my phone and I'ma text you in a bit."
She said, "Send a picture, without ya hoodie on and shit."
"Show my hairline? Never! You'se a stupid lil' bitch!"

[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said I can't let you come to the DMV and eat for nothin'
Just keep it bluffin'
This ain't where you wanna do the zombie, Wav', it's repercussions
Call Of Duty: Zombie Wave, I keep it comin'
I clap shit, skeeeert, I roll up in a black Benz
Buck! Buck! I deposit a couple bucks, the second half, you holdin' up ya back end
Gun in ya mouth, and I know I fucked up my own slogan
Yeah, it's the same reason you chokin' on the strap then
The cannon tuck, I do my own dirty work
I'm more concerned with who gon' snitch when the hammers dump
They tellin' everything from the Glock down to the mask you lend (masculine) to these n***as; they ain't man enough
This horror stuff
I'm ridin' through Brooklyn in sightseeing transportation: the tourist bus (bust)
Get scorched for nothin'
I even wipe the prints while the .40 dumpin'
What's in my hand get rinsed
Philanthropist: I even go to war and buff it! (Warren Buffet)
The clip stickin', construction workout glove, n***a
The grip? Nah, that shit iffy
Big .50, all my best friends are machines: Witwicky!
The list lingers, we were listenin' to that shit you had for Bill, bored (billboard); hit single
Gun scratch, same blade, I'll bubble ya face like it's shingles
This used for faces and to claw (Santa Clause); Kris Kringle
I'm done bein' modest, I'm in my new groove
I get drunk and squeeze the Llama
I'm real generous, it just don't come out if you rub me the wrong; genie bottle
That don't even scratch the surface
I'll put ya head by the shore, my Nina pop him
I could even get a Wav' (wave) underwater; Bikini Bottom
The thang sparkin', or I can end ya night wit' a blade; King Arthur
I'm tryin' to put Wav' (wave) on a shirt; Pink Dolphin
I'm so official
I'll pay a stack to get ya bitch clip
She'll show up missin'
It only cost a band (banned) to lick her (liquor): Prohibition
My dudes creep, I'm talkin' creep
Like under the seat where the tools sleep
Pull up, expose the pussy in Wav' (wave); n*** beach
I'm out the window wit' it, lettin' things flair
Open the back, ya whole family live in the trunk: Berenstain Bears
You'll ride in it, I don't buy gimmicks
I'm hittin' every n***a that don't [?], always runnin' ya mouth 'til a 9 hit it
I suggest you put a fork in it Wav 'fore I try to dent (Trident) it
The can' poppin', spine shots will make you do your [?] body
They gon' have to pull each sucka out ya back; Stand By Me
The pairs blaze, aye Richmond y'all see what I did to Radio, right?
Well now it's time to air Wav' (wave)
I'm Strapped In!
I'll clap you in a coma!
Madness!
I could snap at any moment!
The MAC's is close, use the same guns as James Bond
I'll pistol whip you 'til the gold dig in and the ratchet broke
Grab the poles, or clear your whole house when the ladders blow
If I ride on Wav' (wave) with the sticks, every n***a in his pad will (paddle) boat
Jersey