Writeous vs. Streets aka NapsNDreds - Semi Finals
Writeous vs NapsNDreds Semi Finals.
Not your typical MC from the south. Writeous™ brings something new to the table, by combining abstract concepts, concious topics, and battle rapping all in one
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Lyrics
I aint scared of the kid I face, I know yall/
I got Naps, but I’m prepared to make this hairy situation go bald - in fact/
Call me Nair, I hear your straighten up act/
With some relaxer, maybe that’s why niggas swear you gone soft - it’s sad/
Your rap career didn’t take off, I’m sorry/
I aint have to check the ID to know it wasn’t ya calling/
It was quit obvious, he’ll probably look confused/
Cause I took and nuked his down jacket, man I had to cook his goose/
Don’t act like you shouldn’t lose, or earned your spot/
You popped in the semis, I’m popping the semis, admit you deserve a shot/
And I wont stop till its empty, tell your friends to vote against me/
I guess in order to cheat, you must know code of the streets/
Man you know that’s your weak, stop scheming looking for favors/
Your album wont be released, not even with good behavior/
The volume decreases soon as the sound of you speaking/
Naps, fuck a foot your in ass, believe me I’ll put an acre/
You aint no ladies man, when your hideous cat/
Plus the natural look is dead, you wont see bitches with naps/
You fat faced fucka, looking like a chubby Shyne/
Right after the jake clubs him, and rubs mace in his eyes/
He’s half baked, puffing on blunts trynna high/
He can’t cope with reality, he aint dope when battles me/
It’s hopeless and now you see, I hope you enjoy/
“Break on Through” video, cause I’mma show you The Door/
And I don’t wanna hear no Rastafarian preaching/
So if my ears to the Streets, I’m checking to see if his hearts beating/
After this harsh teaching, Guess you erased/
Your Blackboard Jungle LP this time and drew a blank/
Well since you got amnesia, then let me explain/
Give yall directions, I’ll take Streets down memory lane/
And refresh his brain/
Remember Dreadlock Doc gave you a name, round 2 against up Point Game?/
But at the last moment, he gave to Nyce Quota/
Now he’s turning bitch, talking about he couldn’t get in the tournament/
Please, NapsNDreads he lacks in real skill/
His boyfriend got him a dress to match his Achilles heels/
And this guy something/
Why do you make songs specifically for album, then recycle lines from them/
And then put them in your battles, then recycle then another time/
In another song, that cycle is all wrong/
Better start ducking because I’m busting some hollows/
And making sure that I give the streets a couple pot holes/
Leaving all your cock suckers with nothing to swallow/
Cause streets is decease, guess I’ll see you at the cross roads…
