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[Round 1: Ryda] This where I snatch my respect, everything changes tonight For this battle they had my back against the wall and that ain't the sort of thing that I like It's win or go home Eight on both side like the playoffs, right? A.I., Buster Douglas...I'ma be another nigga that made his name off Mike I give a fuck what you feel like Holdin' the steel tight So what if that nigga Surf in the field with y'all in Call Of Duty When his bitch ass out here gettin' shot in real life Last week was your anniversary Surf I'ma remind you of what 7/25 really feel like I'll look you dead in the eyes while you dead in the eyes Shit ain't sweet From east to west, I'm good on any block, Paint Beast Word to Mazi, you'll get one up top op', then your brains leak On second thought, three up top; Grape Street You losin' this fight, ya face gettin' beat to the block It's the countdown for Ryu...you wanna continue or not? It's on faggot I'll pull up and pop off ratchets Feel like Busta Rhymes, I had to turn it, leave it, stop, format it It's all tragic Y'all always sleep on Ryda like y'all ain't have me beatin' the odds Y'all brought him in for the kill but he ain't completin' the job Y'all seen In Too Deep? Cool Well he J. Reid Cause once I put a police (Pulice) under cover, he got a meetin' wit' God You fadin' away from reality You could use the right grip You was fightin' depression and battle rap was the only time ya life switch? Well I heard you suicidal white bitch Oh you didn't know I like to name my guns Call it "Mike P" and it's the one you should've took ya life with This y'all Street Fighter? That cap calm (Capcom)? Heresay Y'all forgot? I'm Scorpion I'll swing the blade through the body and stop...Midway You in my world, nether realm, won't shit slide As soon as he try to hadouken, I teleport and punch him from the other side Maaaan IIIII willlll Put a hole in ya head along with the right swipe I ain't Suge, fuck Whatcha Life Like Stomp ya ass out with the silk on like 'Pac in Vegas on the right night Lightening don't strike twice So you won't see Ryda die (Ryde Or Die) after the Mike fight Push ya shit to the side (BING); typewrite Hey Mikey, have you eatin' the serial (cereal), that's on my Life, Mike Red beam, Gizmo, you hate to see it; bright light Revolver, ring in his face just like Mike Y'all got me fucked up 83% had me losin' as if Michael tougher Mike a sucka All that shit sound good before the fight; Michael Buffer The shit insane I don't name one gun, it's always two It hit ya brain, Alicia Keys, I always talk to Michael like, "'You Don't Know My Name'" I'm bringin' pain .38 and a Heckler for you If Mike (mic) stand under this spotlight, somethin' special for you I hope you ready, cause all three rounds like this So I hope you brought the Iron, Mike, cause I'ma play Don, King The fight fixed [Round 1: Mike P] Post NOME 10, I'm right up in these tournament bouts X ended I transcended And immediately, my mind started pointin' you out My run crazy Ryda, I have, finally found my glory and doubt I just put an end to Th3 Saga, what's ya fuckin' story about? Is it clout? I'm tryin' to figure why he arrogant for? I raise a hand and put the can' to his core Get in the F-150, homie waitin', tie his hands to the door He played Solo, now we stuffin' Bryan Harris in (Harrison) Fords Baow, baow Loud sound Lead-ya liver; powwow The heat around, repeat a round How now? Brown cow If a bullet take flight, ya soul? Is goin' outbound Two .5's on the hip, for a square: "Bring it around town" Wait! That was Quarantine vs. Roc when I said the stuff Weapon dump Think the first bubble Spongebob made: Ryda, you better duck Makeup in a lady purse; putting you in a bag was important You think I'm hungover from NOME? What I'm handin' you flawless Jada Pinkett, I know it ain't benefit y'all but I have to take advantage of August I'm the new vet' rhymin' A troop tank bombin' You got stripes? Ryda, you facin' Tutankhamun I think he gypped (Egypt) ya You think he sick, dawg? I flu-check Ryda Wanna be I.G. famous? {gun clicks} What I blew (blue) check Ryda I'm in the whip, tailin' homie Ryda? Better get low He veering lanes but I'm with him, shiftin' as I get close Skkkkrt Lift and I hit bro I'm from New York, I'll cut Ryda (rider) off and stuck a finger out the window Bang! Heat the fuckin' teeth off of Ryda Bang! Slick talk I'll shoot the grease off of Ry- Bang! Bang! Rob his works since he's such a Ryda He's too drunk to drive I took the keys (ki's) off of Ryda You bird If two cans (toucans) raise I'ma murk somethin' I'll (owl) Hawk him down, Swallow lead, I burn somethin' Bitch witchu? Sit on the stool pigeon I'll hurt somethin' Up and get a few birds roasted like a turducken You pussy! Always talkin' 'bout ya punch rate shit Fuck's a punch rate Ryda if the setup to the punch ain't shit? You are fuckin' trash You're not handsome, smooth, nor do you up and blast I will put my hair in a bun and beat your fucking ass You beta male You bait a male Ryda you gon' lose cause I rap good and I say it well You weighed the options but we ain't balanced and it's all about where you place the scale You gon' be like me? You ain't gon' beat Mike P All those DUI's in ya life and this the trip you D.I.E Rap! [Round 2: Ryda] As I was preparing for Mike, his whole catalog was under review The more I watched him vers' Danny Myers, I realized I had nothin' to prove You like to hold people accountable for they actions? Well karma comes to a few I was fuckin' ya boo This only gon' hurt cause you in love wit' her too You use rounds so dangerously Shot at Danny's wife so aimlessly So you believe in a Parallel Universe? Cause it's plain to see You used from the east down south just to be wit' her? Ironic, cause she came to the east and did the same for me I break hearts then dip off They say, "Wow, what a savage." I saw you takin' pics at a pumpkin patch with ya feet out I said, "Wow, what a faggot." Pics, text, video, I had it all, but kept it playa I wasn't even loud when I had it So the life that you love so much right now... Nigga that me, you only possess it because I allowed you to have it Pimp facts If ya bitch name in my contact we been in contact It ain't no need to slow it down, no rewind that You think this angle fake? We gon' find out if it's real in this very moment I'm talkin' C section scar Aztec with the cherry on it I mean for real homie You Main Stage Mike but right now I'm lookin' like the big homie I walk in the buildin' and bitches just get wet, I got that feel on me Oh, you actin' like you don't know the drill homie Go back to Ryda vs. Mackk Myron Sheiiit, you even watched her put the silk on me Ya senses? You need to come to it I had fun wit' it, then I was done wit' it You lookin' at the Fresh Prince right now So I ain't gotta ask what Ashley Will do in the room, I was drummin' (Drummond) it I'm improvin' You was snoozin' I peeped who you was choosin' You moved in Her throat good, right? I know, I used it True shit Oooh shit This where you get the exclusive Never gave me no blue balls, no hadouken You was on that, 'Take her home to ya moms' shit That 'Tat her on ya arm' shit "I ain't worried 'bout ya past baby, it can do no harm" shit We talkin' 'bout Yak Girl, Al Kapone sponsor I pulled up on some Don shit And did I have her at the table or on the menu? No comment I know all this information got you feelin' awkward on the spot But it ain't just me It ain't just her All these bitches love me, I done tapped my ex's so many times I could put Blanca into shock Two rounds down and you still got another to go That whole round I just used that white bitch to get to Mike, it's Hustle & Flow I know you love her, so you ain't gon' leave her and y'all gon' get through it But don't get mad at me Mike, the silk made me do it It's on you [Round 2: Mike P] Ryda Ramon Cave Gang Goonie Gang Savage shit You raise them thangs, major pain Your claim to fame? You can bag a bitch Woooow How do you do it you're so dope Ryda I bet most women in his life hop out the whip mid date while he at 7/11 gettin' Dutches and shit and ghost Ryda .4 by ya {bing bing} I think I'm too good for ya I'ma rap 'til my crib built with two good foyers X vs. Snoop, after some hits, we ain't lookin' too good for ya You rely on swag but need work, I'ma look two Goodz for ya Let's state some facts You ain't make it on two teams or pave ya own path This lame went from bein' in Cave to a nomad wandering 'round Searchin' for them groups that could offer You are a Goonie by definition Ryda; stupid and awkward But you nailed it Frail kid relying solely on cheap shots The sets you rep had you left for dead Your career followed, ya team flopped Cave bailed, Twork dipped Drugz? Left you like a detox And you thought bein' anywhere close to Smooth gon' make you Pete Rock This weak shit You ain't clean, you sloppy Quit the kid route A young ass, dumb ass, full of yo'self Pussy sit down You braggin' how you "handsome", ain't gotta try to take a bitch out But never looked at yo' inner self and tried to take the bitch out I will now! I kick game the Sean O'Malley way This when Ryda in the ring becomes Radames in the alley way You tryin' to push yaself, ya know motivate to get out and play But your body language shows me you still in that pep rally phase Never really in the game, how you blind to an open m- If you die and don't hold ya breath- You a Ryda (rider) with no direc- Your bars decent DECENT But Ryda is no investment You think you'd protect your Ryda (rider) is no Progressive And I'm guessin' You have simply stayed on the shelf I forgot you rapped, it seems you've become complacent as well But you gon' beat me? Save it you failed Mr. Name My Guns and never made a fuckin' name for himself 25K to you? You? I ain't sure, bro buggin' Your bars butter knife to bones Ryda, it just don't cut it You best to try though I mean Ryda catchin' wreck is pretty reckless, I know A Banderas to do wild shit You just desperate Ryda, not Desperado And you a pussy for that, that's the homegirl too. That's your homegirl you pussy for that [Round 3: Ryda] I said My bad about that last round Can we rap now? Can we act like, just ain't nobody heard that in the background? You told Suge what ya life was like and then you tried to set the tone Ya daddy issues had you depressed takin' pills and even slit ya wrists at home You took ya anger out on others cause you ain't take accountability for problems that's ya own O'shea Jr You've been actin' more like ya father than you know You fuckin' hypocrite How you gon' talk about Danny wife as if you ain't a former addict fightin' demons yoself? Why wouldn't you pray for her and hope she seek the same help that you done seeked for yoself? You did it for battle rap clout, reaction, you an opportunist You got any other answers? Cause we just tryin' to understand Mike; like Dr. Loomis I mean, you thought ya bitch was perfect until you found out these other battlers done had they dick up in it You thought yo' past don't connect to they now cause you no longer a victim in it Yo' wrist? You put a slit up in it Took pills, for her pain she used a needle, there ain't no difference in it So how the fuck you gon' shed light on a false reality when you the only one livin' in it? I'm speakin' facts My nigga, I'm just bein' honest Most of y'all niggas be actin' like prima donnas Fuck the legends, fuck the vets, fuck you, I'm never payin' homage I'm just that nigga that Mike hate to see right now; Isaiah Thomas You tough? Nigga save that, where my fade at? Blade in his stomach Me and the knife came up together, we go way back Fuck a concussion it's all percussion With a drum you can see what a hundred is like 281-330 I do a number on Mike You peep it fam'? You still don't see me as an man? Well just know I possess power like the [?] clan I'll up a can' Dump a can' With this black power I got the upper hand So once you gone the next spot be the motherland Didn't you get snuffed mid battle? Whoa fella You was actin' like a hoe fella You got punched on stage and then you was off stage Where did you go fella? I mean, I looked at that old footage like, "Well ain't that 'bout a bitch." Him, Ave, Daylyt...you can't handle a proper punch, no wonder you've been angling since Let's make it intense I'm 'bout to pull a move on Mike Shit look like a Call Of Duty load out I'm 'bout to act a fool on Mike Close range, that's when I up the tool on Mike Blaow You can't come back from the gulosh Mike I don't care if ya bitch witcha, I turn this shit into Thriller with hair triggers [Mike P] Gulag [Ryda] Cause soon as that bitch turn, Mike a dead nigga I never hesitate if I'm uppin' the tool Just firin' the metal; heroin spoon I tried to tell 'em Man, I don't get along wit' these niggas You put a vet' vers' a bitch, I don't belong wit' these niggas The churches gon' have to sing the slow song for these niggas Got me askin' my partners like, "What the fuck is wrong with these niggas?" [Round 3: Mike P] It's called 'The Gulag' It rhymed You know, haha Y'all heard the second You know, they always tryin' to air dirty laundry You know, when everything's clean they find one spot to change it's the same cycle Extra shit But I manage to stem the Tide in ways They throw some soft shit in, you know, it may prevent static, but still my plot remains They say I wash NOME Why give it your All in this tourney? I got a lot to Gain It's layers against basic shit Plains clothes to Vera Wang You came with "bros get 'em slain" Blazin' foes, "let it bang" White people, in the kitchen, raising (raisin) on everythang Aye! Y'all gave me this pussy first? Bet I distinctly remember sayin' "no" to Rookies vs. Vets Guess not Chest shot in front of his common side bitch Started cockin' my fifth The guns drag on (DragOn), locks (Lox) and Ryda die (Ryde Or Die) chick NOME X was nothin' Confidence when approaching settings I am Reed Dollaz, Rambo, K over the shoulder ready Hold it steady A butterfly, open belly's Poke is deadly But if these arms of mine start swingin', well it ain't Otis Redding Bomb on him Exploding tip with a sand texture Catch Ryda hopping into his whip, made a hand gesture Hopped out Glocks out, then cans entered Ryda went from driver's side to driver's side...in Manchester A silencer Behind ya back like a sneak diss You like to name your guns, correct? Ryda peep this This one: "Aruba", if sun (son) is out the heat lift This one: "a Rumba", I push a button and sweep shit Weak bitch Haymaker King? Is you good dude? King of anything in battle rap, you wish you could fool I saw the trailer, gust was blowin' ya jacket back and it's just true No real wins (winds), he just rely on fans to make you look cool Fuck is up wit'- GOAT! Fuck is up wit', this notion that you just pullin' upward upset unless judges start punchin' with Mike don't make you Buster Douglas Sit down! I past murked you Mad early; bad curfew We both in shape Ryda You a square that raps, I rap circles You think my last battle's a fluke? You ain't knowin' enough The hate old, J. Cole, you think Snow On Da Bluff? Rewind that This bracket's mine, ain't gotta lie scrap So while y'all watch me put this Lion (lying) King On Ice, enjoy the climb back GOAT