Tyranny vs TheTruest by WeGoHardTv Lyrics
[Round 1]
If you catch the fade, you'll probably pass away/ I'll leave u in massive pain like you're drenched in acid rain/ I'll clap the K and blow your back away .../ Nah I'm just kidding, thats how he 'bout to rap today//
As a real man I was forced to provide/ therefore battle rap was pushed off to the side/ I been waiting for this moment for the longest of time/ it's OK, Im back cookin' like the 4th of July//
TheTruest vs. Tyranny ... you think they believe you gon' blam that Ty?/ You gon' harm me with what army, where your fam at Ty?/ You gon' beat me in my borough? Take a Xanax Ty/ I got the city on my back ... you think they believe Ty ran NY?//
Ya Ty Law bout showed showed you sloppy with the flowin'/ Clip gave you cement shoes and left you rottin' in the ocean/ if you can't perform your bars how you rockin' with a showman/ we never saw him put up a sick fight 'n Ty body an opponent//
You should quit battle rap ... that's my suggestion/ when u battled Prep it turned into a landslide in seconds/ heard afterward he went to ask guy for lessons/ which only prove he on a pro's sack, 'n Ty depressin'//
Shit, you could tell the people if I'm lyin' B/ I got these kids runnin' for cover, it's hide 'n seek/ I'll fire 3, I'm a take out T ... the 'yranny'/ what's your real name? ... I don't gotta throw out your government to get rid of tyranny//
Tryin' me? You must got a death wish/ I'll put you in a box under a tree like it's X-Mas/ I Steph Curried the aim, Bloaw, direct hit/ I'm a fat fuck ... that's my only definition of a head kick/ Don't set trip ... Ice9 the crew that I rep with/ lead spit, heck gripped, rubber clean like fresh kicks/ If you turn around 'n run, you might not get your neck split/ we move like Jurassic Park ... either Ty ran or saw us wreck shit//
I'm reckless, never been one inclined for the church/ Just let me find out that you ride with the work/ Your fam'll rock R.I.P. joints if I slide with the bird/ Think hippies ... you'll see Ty died on their shirt// Word
You got some bars but the way you spit all dry/ I'm runnin' through the DMV ... I forgot to move my whip on time/ I ain't for Twitter fingers or poppin' shit online/ I'm snappin' at his neck ... I'll fuck around 'n throw this clip on Ty// Time
[Round 2]
You sound like you uncomfortable around black people ...
You think you gon' win 'cause I'm white, fuck it you weak still/ When you spit they think of skateboards, I give 'em that street feel/ This the difference between Lil Yachty 'n Meek Mill/ I might get pinched after the event for sellin' 'em E pills/ And lemme find out that Tyranny see krills/ That'll get you jumped over the rocks ... Free Will/ After I jux 'em, I'm still lettin' the piece spill/ After I eat Im still clickin' the machine ... before I leave the restaurant I'm trying to get a refill//
Peep skill ... go tell ya pops how his son gets slayed/ Yeah Im white, Ooooouuu ... but they compare me to a young Em, aye//
Aye, I peeped ya crew and all them guys are weird/ I been in the area of your circle ... anyone talkin' 'bout flippin' a pie are square//
Yeah, u have to know, I'm a expose this pussy ... cameltoe/ Half Jewish half Italian gangsta, Arnold Rothstein and Al Capone/ The matic chrome'll put you in the catacombs when it splattered domes/ If I grab the stick it's a magic trick, now you see 'em, Bloaw, now you don't//
So you in New York, in the battle o' ya life/ Move wrong and you hooked to machines ... let's see if you could battle for your life/ My left hand cool, but I'm a Savage with the rights/ I'll check 'em with the 1-2, 1-2, I ain't rappin' on a mic/ I'm trying to send a message through these bars ... I'm preparin' him a kite/ This bag goin' plain over heads ... what I'm carryin' is light/ You ever see a dude run so fast, look like he pedaling a bike?/ Look me in my eyes 'fore you get caught side watchin', think Madison with Spike//
One look at 'em you could tell he fake and phony/ All of this talk 'bout how you great, then show me/ Online he said, Truest can't 3-0 me/ Bitch ... if we battle twice I'll drop 60 ... last game from Kobe/ Even my setups type fire ... flame emoji/ For this battle, I had to trace your ol' steps ... I ain't Ginobili/ [Just Def:] Nah, if you flip that different it could be major homie/ You right, you 'bout to see a pop shootin' god with bald heads, I'll play Ginobili//
I think I'm a use the shotty ... you know the dub gauge/ Or, I could run up on 'em with the snub tray/ In your apartment flippin' furniture fuckin' up your fung shui/ Maybe the uzi better case he try to run way/ Catch 'em jettin' down the block, the chopper got dumb range/ Cock with twin drums ... look like my gun let its nuts hang/ And when he see the chopper I bet this chump change/ But why buck 50 when I could give 'em a buck 50, that's chump change//
I'm unchained ... I was hype when City said I got a meal/ I knew I had to put on and show 'em Hip Hop Is Real//
You gon' catch dese stomach sha-da-di-dots/ AK to ya gut like Tu-pa-di-di-dac like rah-da-da-da//
[Round 3]
Tyranny, Tyranny, Tyranny ... you think if we battle in B-More, you ain't losin' to the kid/ As if bein' in your city I'd get a bruisin' for this shit?/ But I went to B-More, I was cruisin' through the strip/ Think Master P ... everything was Gucci in the whip//
This is a bodybag, that you could not help/ I came locked and loaded with super sized shells/ I'm a get rich or die tryin', so I keep 2 straps with the Lou Vuitton belt/
Call me Draymond (Why's that?) 'Cause I roll with 2 shooters but I ain't afraid to do it myself//
Before this battle, you was on that Hatorade/ before this battle, I was on the side sayin' grace/ Supernova Battles? I'll put your league out of business ... ABA/ Send the dreads, have your block lookin' like it's Labor Day//
Lately peace talk doesnt resonate with me, I'm a Leatherface the scene/ Even my mans tried to say his resume is clean/ Just throw the hands 'cause he'll never spray the heat/ But I don't got a train fare ... that's why you'll see me MTA machine//
Team got the blickies strapped, only question will he scrap/ He got a weak jab and a sloppy right--that's chicken scratch/ Tough talk, sick o' that, tell me what you grippin' at/ Your little gun go 'pitty pat', this designer strap go 'Bdddat!'/ So when I pull a Magnum it ain't a Jimmy hat/ .357 ... barrel flat like a cricket bat/ You flippin' packs, give me that, bullets start whizzin' past/ If I spit a round my crew'll spit a round with me, that's a Philly rap//
Don't Gimme dap after the battle, I got a frozen heart/ I don't play games with the bars ... y'all throwin' darts/ Tell me whose flow is hard, I'll leave 'em with open scars/ white artist gettin' money in a black market ... guess that's why they call it a stolen art/ If I start shootin' Im Mark Cuban, I roll with sharks/ Try to reign on my terrain I got the animals on deck ... Noah's arc/ We gon' shoot first, we don't bus back ... Rosa Parks/ And I call the blade Napolean, it'll pick your Bonaparte//
Let me find out you online firin' shots/ ... I bet I make him shut up when he see a silenced Glock/ 2 of his mans ran, 1 tried to find the cops/ whoever didn't shoo, laced ... we leavin' Ty in knots/ Mine'll pop ... Head shot ... 1 bullet, your life'll stop/ And no open casket, his head look like a pile of slop/ If the mortician fix his face, I come through with the trey ... funeral director sayin' you can't shoot in this kind of spot!/ Fuck what anyone in the parlor meant ... I'm smokin' everything inside the box//
By now if you think he won, you high as shit or you on some bias shit/ if I discharge sut somethin' this large docs'll dislodge 5 or 6//
Fire gripped ... you don't want to see these swammies/ I'm the shit ... 3 rounds and I ain't mention you the PG tranny//
And remember, as a guest, you can make yourself at home, you could sit on my couch/ You could shit on my bowl, but this shit is my house// Truest
If you catch the fade, you'll probably pass away/ I'll leave u in massive pain like you're drenched in acid rain/ I'll clap the K and blow your back away .../ Nah I'm just kidding, thats how he 'bout to rap today//
As a real man I was forced to provide/ therefore battle rap was pushed off to the side/ I been waiting for this moment for the longest of time/ it's OK, Im back cookin' like the 4th of July//
TheTruest vs. Tyranny ... you think they believe you gon' blam that Ty?/ You gon' harm me with what army, where your fam at Ty?/ You gon' beat me in my borough? Take a Xanax Ty/ I got the city on my back ... you think they believe Ty ran NY?//
Ya Ty Law bout showed showed you sloppy with the flowin'/ Clip gave you cement shoes and left you rottin' in the ocean/ if you can't perform your bars how you rockin' with a showman/ we never saw him put up a sick fight 'n Ty body an opponent//
You should quit battle rap ... that's my suggestion/ when u battled Prep it turned into a landslide in seconds/ heard afterward he went to ask guy for lessons/ which only prove he on a pro's sack, 'n Ty depressin'//
Shit, you could tell the people if I'm lyin' B/ I got these kids runnin' for cover, it's hide 'n seek/ I'll fire 3, I'm a take out T ... the 'yranny'/ what's your real name? ... I don't gotta throw out your government to get rid of tyranny//
Tryin' me? You must got a death wish/ I'll put you in a box under a tree like it's X-Mas/ I Steph Curried the aim, Bloaw, direct hit/ I'm a fat fuck ... that's my only definition of a head kick/ Don't set trip ... Ice9 the crew that I rep with/ lead spit, heck gripped, rubber clean like fresh kicks/ If you turn around 'n run, you might not get your neck split/ we move like Jurassic Park ... either Ty ran or saw us wreck shit//
I'm reckless, never been one inclined for the church/ Just let me find out that you ride with the work/ Your fam'll rock R.I.P. joints if I slide with the bird/ Think hippies ... you'll see Ty died on their shirt// Word
You got some bars but the way you spit all dry/ I'm runnin' through the DMV ... I forgot to move my whip on time/ I ain't for Twitter fingers or poppin' shit online/ I'm snappin' at his neck ... I'll fuck around 'n throw this clip on Ty// Time
[Round 2]
You sound like you uncomfortable around black people ...
You think you gon' win 'cause I'm white, fuck it you weak still/ When you spit they think of skateboards, I give 'em that street feel/ This the difference between Lil Yachty 'n Meek Mill/ I might get pinched after the event for sellin' 'em E pills/ And lemme find out that Tyranny see krills/ That'll get you jumped over the rocks ... Free Will/ After I jux 'em, I'm still lettin' the piece spill/ After I eat Im still clickin' the machine ... before I leave the restaurant I'm trying to get a refill//
Peep skill ... go tell ya pops how his son gets slayed/ Yeah Im white, Ooooouuu ... but they compare me to a young Em, aye//
Aye, I peeped ya crew and all them guys are weird/ I been in the area of your circle ... anyone talkin' 'bout flippin' a pie are square//
Yeah, u have to know, I'm a expose this pussy ... cameltoe/ Half Jewish half Italian gangsta, Arnold Rothstein and Al Capone/ The matic chrome'll put you in the catacombs when it splattered domes/ If I grab the stick it's a magic trick, now you see 'em, Bloaw, now you don't//
So you in New York, in the battle o' ya life/ Move wrong and you hooked to machines ... let's see if you could battle for your life/ My left hand cool, but I'm a Savage with the rights/ I'll check 'em with the 1-2, 1-2, I ain't rappin' on a mic/ I'm trying to send a message through these bars ... I'm preparin' him a kite/ This bag goin' plain over heads ... what I'm carryin' is light/ You ever see a dude run so fast, look like he pedaling a bike?/ Look me in my eyes 'fore you get caught side watchin', think Madison with Spike//
One look at 'em you could tell he fake and phony/ All of this talk 'bout how you great, then show me/ Online he said, Truest can't 3-0 me/ Bitch ... if we battle twice I'll drop 60 ... last game from Kobe/ Even my setups type fire ... flame emoji/ For this battle, I had to trace your ol' steps ... I ain't Ginobili/ [Just Def:] Nah, if you flip that different it could be major homie/ You right, you 'bout to see a pop shootin' god with bald heads, I'll play Ginobili//
I think I'm a use the shotty ... you know the dub gauge/ Or, I could run up on 'em with the snub tray/ In your apartment flippin' furniture fuckin' up your fung shui/ Maybe the uzi better case he try to run way/ Catch 'em jettin' down the block, the chopper got dumb range/ Cock with twin drums ... look like my gun let its nuts hang/ And when he see the chopper I bet this chump change/ But why buck 50 when I could give 'em a buck 50, that's chump change//
I'm unchained ... I was hype when City said I got a meal/ I knew I had to put on and show 'em Hip Hop Is Real//
You gon' catch dese stomach sha-da-di-dots/ AK to ya gut like Tu-pa-di-di-dac like rah-da-da-da//
[Round 3]
Tyranny, Tyranny, Tyranny ... you think if we battle in B-More, you ain't losin' to the kid/ As if bein' in your city I'd get a bruisin' for this shit?/ But I went to B-More, I was cruisin' through the strip/ Think Master P ... everything was Gucci in the whip//
This is a bodybag, that you could not help/ I came locked and loaded with super sized shells/ I'm a get rich or die tryin', so I keep 2 straps with the Lou Vuitton belt/
Call me Draymond (Why's that?) 'Cause I roll with 2 shooters but I ain't afraid to do it myself//
Before this battle, you was on that Hatorade/ before this battle, I was on the side sayin' grace/ Supernova Battles? I'll put your league out of business ... ABA/ Send the dreads, have your block lookin' like it's Labor Day//
Lately peace talk doesnt resonate with me, I'm a Leatherface the scene/ Even my mans tried to say his resume is clean/ Just throw the hands 'cause he'll never spray the heat/ But I don't got a train fare ... that's why you'll see me MTA machine//
Team got the blickies strapped, only question will he scrap/ He got a weak jab and a sloppy right--that's chicken scratch/ Tough talk, sick o' that, tell me what you grippin' at/ Your little gun go 'pitty pat', this designer strap go 'Bdddat!'/ So when I pull a Magnum it ain't a Jimmy hat/ .357 ... barrel flat like a cricket bat/ You flippin' packs, give me that, bullets start whizzin' past/ If I spit a round my crew'll spit a round with me, that's a Philly rap//
Don't Gimme dap after the battle, I got a frozen heart/ I don't play games with the bars ... y'all throwin' darts/ Tell me whose flow is hard, I'll leave 'em with open scars/ white artist gettin' money in a black market ... guess that's why they call it a stolen art/ If I start shootin' Im Mark Cuban, I roll with sharks/ Try to reign on my terrain I got the animals on deck ... Noah's arc/ We gon' shoot first, we don't bus back ... Rosa Parks/ And I call the blade Napolean, it'll pick your Bonaparte//
Let me find out you online firin' shots/ ... I bet I make him shut up when he see a silenced Glock/ 2 of his mans ran, 1 tried to find the cops/ whoever didn't shoo, laced ... we leavin' Ty in knots/ Mine'll pop ... Head shot ... 1 bullet, your life'll stop/ And no open casket, his head look like a pile of slop/ If the mortician fix his face, I come through with the trey ... funeral director sayin' you can't shoot in this kind of spot!/ Fuck what anyone in the parlor meant ... I'm smokin' everything inside the box//
By now if you think he won, you high as shit or you on some bias shit/ if I discharge sut somethin' this large docs'll dislodge 5 or 6//
Fire gripped ... you don't want to see these swammies/ I'm the shit ... 3 rounds and I ain't mention you the PG tranny//
And remember, as a guest, you can make yourself at home, you could sit on my couch/ You could shit on my bowl, but this shit is my house// Truest