"Ryda vs. Prez Mafia"

[Round 1: Prez Mafia]
I know it's obvious how I got involved and proceed through the rook
’cause he gon' say that I needed him
n*gga, I been eager to cook
Since the Tez battle I got thirty'd, and I just needed a look
And then they gave me you, well the nerve of that sh*t
Baow! Twork reaction; you needed the push
I left Smack, he played the b*tch
That’s how I knew you was afraid
You're not the rider type, but the writer type, that Google sh*t for days
You ask Siri how to rap, boo', numerous of ways
Being Goonies wasn't enough, now you're moving with the Cave?
I was a fool to think you'd stay
And it was rude to give you faith
Cuz in a movie they ain't leave one Goonie in the cave! Woosah!
Lately the culture been wildin', I don’t like the noise
This new era got angry fans that’s unbiased tryin' to pipe a boy
And this dude from the X caliber will homi’ you, a'ight
Metal from head to toe
n*gga, that's a hidden bar
For being on the cam a lot, and front, and this gonna be body of the night (knight)
Wasn't you reppin’ We Go Hard?
n*gga please don't save him
Against the n*gga Fetty he repped the Army and I heard [?] don't claim 'em
But Smack, that sh*t facts beat haymakers, and even Beas don't claim 'em
He Colin Kaepernick, not because of the knee, but his own league don't claim 'em
You wanted to battle Big Terrance?
Yo I mean I ain't even gonna lie, I don't even rock with him, son
But that n*gga T, he'll give you one round and you're done
What you gonna do when Chillackaboo start to ride with a drum
n*gga we seen you peanut butter jelly time with a gun
He loco
n*gga I said I load fours, so the Desert'll help
I did this sh*t for my guys, it's like Christmas for the blind; all my presence is felt
See, Ryda ran, for 'bout a mile
The n*gga said he need help
But his brain beat him down the block, he got ahead of his self
I'm not done
I can see it in your eyes, you a whole b*tch
This whole battle, remember Myspace pics, I'mma own this
The fo' fifth, I load it
In the crib of your old b*tch
Shoutout to Nu Born, but I missed the crib; I was homesick
So point me to the direction to where the gloves be, ock
See Ryda been b*tchin' about the time that he been ducked, please stop
Dig this, what I planned (plant) for you, oh it's a ugly plot
And it's growth, see I realized that let's son (sun/lesson) be hot, when the situation arose on what the f*ck we got
n*gga, baow! and I peddled off, like 'she love me not'
This n*gga
You think that cuz you with to Urban Plaza you doing better than me?
Let's look at our climb to greatness
n*gga what do you see?
I made main stage off one PG, n*ggas knew they couldn't mess with me
Shout to Wavy, me and him singlehandedly started Born Legacy
Some say that I lost that day
Some say that I lost that battle, but I got called by BET and had fund with my peers
n*gga you on every battle on URL and had to sit for a year
But he been out on Urban Plaze though, got him thinking that he better
But he went missing and that was the worst battle Royal Rumble ever, f*ck outta here
f*ck outta here
But if that got you feeling better, then cool
Cuz he never lost on URL
I must admit it was true
See, I got a body when it mattered the most, I admit that I lose
But moral of the story is, heh, I'm still doing better than you
What's crazy is I ain't even start punching, he's so lucky
Dope moves
I'm in the field with a sleeve, it's so rugby
Got a gun, nothing but ratchet rounds, it's so Dougy
Gun connect, I be pushing them arms like don't touch me
You a lost pup, Smack said that you was lost when he found you
Well that's how you lure a n*gga in, you'll think Urkel's around you
A bunch of n*ggas with purpose around you
f*ck a hidden bar, that was a hidden performance; n*gga, I just rapped circles around 'em
Woosah n*gga!
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