Skillz – Murda Gram (Uncle Murda Diss)

[Intro]
Motherfuckers want to kill me but ain’t got the heart
So I picked the mic back up for this walk in the park
And I don’t want credit for this, this ain’t nothin’
I just answerin’ a nigga that kept pressin’ my buttons
Uncle Murda, what’s all the games about?
Nigga, keep my fucking name out your brown-ass mouth
Clark Kent, your man about to hold this L
So roll some weed I got a story to tell, listen

[Verse]
Couple years ago I’m up in AC
I get a call from Clark Kent and he don’t ever call me
Talkin’ ‘bout he heard your version of my song
He told you, you was bitin’ and you knew that you was wrong
But not for nothing you was tryin to make it better
And trying to reach out to see if we can do it together
I’m like, “Clark, nigga you must be faded
Why the fuck would I collab on some shit that I created? Y’all jaded
If you don’t get the fuck off my phone
And tell that old faced-ass nigga to leave me alone
Get gone. Clark, you know I ain’t that dude
And yeah I fell back on rap but don’t get it confused.”
Shit lit my fuse, you wouldn’t call Hov
And tell him 21 Savage want to do "22 Two’s"
Nigga, would you? The fuck wrong with y’all?
Bitin’ niggas, I could never get along with y’all
A song? Naw, straight curvin’ niggas
I wouldn’t even take a picture with Uncle Murda, nigga
And then you started makin’ ‘em takin’ your little shots
But I ain’t never hear ‘em, they only play ‘em up top
You not worthy, you’re just dirty and thirsty
You make them every year, they never get past Jersey
Nigga stop it, you got Brooklyn lookin’ crazy
Matter-fact, you got Brooklyn lookin’ lazy
I got cases in Virginia, bodies in D.C
You got to think B.I.G. if you wanna come for me
And I’m still VA, and I’m still that nigga
Still M-A-D, where your skills at nigga?
I heard you got popped and you ain’t peel that nigga
Whoever told you to change your name, you should kill that nigga
Lenny Grant, I can’t leave that alone
That shit read like it on the side of a funeral home
Ladies and gents, this nigga gettin’ washed and rinsed
Now if you a junior then that name makes sense
Respect to your dad, that’s the least I can do
Actually, umm, naw, fuck him too
Now how a Stan going to come for the man?
Don’t hide your hand, you wanted to be a wrap-up fan
I ain’t Tweetin’, I ain’t leavin’ the ‘Gram
I’m Pusha Ting, remindin’ these niggas who the fuck I am, damn
Reminding you on who the fuck you are
You a comedian, we don’t come to you for bars
We straight, on top of that you fake
Nigga, you signed to G-Unit ten years too late
And what I’m ‘bout to say might piss New York off
But you one of the reasons that New York soft
A worker who could never be a New York boss
Smack that dirty fitted off your head, New York lost
Nigga, dead-ass son, I’m not the one
I heard back in your past you used to bust your gun
I give a fuck, nigga, I don’t care, have a seat, here’s a chair
No love over here, yeah, this the future
Now who the fuck get shot and make a tape called respect the shooter, huh
You a adlibber but that’s all you do
I can name 20 Brooklyn rappers more relevant than you
So stop fuckin’ with us, I go with Kane, B.I.G. and Jay, but that’s obvious
Buckshot, Tek and Steele, Rock and Ruck
Mos Def, Kweli, Masta Ace, Fabolous
Foxy, umm, Lil Kim and Cease
Skyzoo, Torae, oh Joell Ortiz
I’m with Joey BADA$$, ask AZ
M.O.P. would have told you you shouldn’t fuck with me
You sendin’ DMs like a thirty chick
And got mad when I asked your dirty-ass, “Who this?”
And you can guntalk all day, that’s yours
But you ain’t seein’ me with these goddamn bars
You’ll never say you took me
Before that happens, Young M.A. will give you some pussy
Nigga, you kept pushin’ so I had to play
But this type of shit happens everyday
And when you see me, you know what I’ma say
I was spreadin’ love, it’s the Virginia way, nigga

Chief Keef – Never Had A Job (feat. Fredo Santana) (The W Mixtape)

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon’ take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Spent a real big sack and it’s still on the receipt in the register
I just stepped out Balenciagas eleven duh
Baptized your bitch you know I gotta Reverend her
Shit we just committed I ain’t telling her
Jury say I’m guilty, tryna stick me in the box
Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top
My young niggas fighting for their life, I gotta break them out
Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out
Slide down, we ain’t dining in, we got to take them out
Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out
Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now
Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, got to make it out
I’m addicted to money and fancy cars
You ain’t Glory Boy you ain’t Savage Squad
You know you can’t be out after dark
Let the tech and mac off, that’s a damn menage
My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj
Went through her phone all I see is my collage
I’m 61st and foreigns all up in my garages
They be hating on me trying to sabotage

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon’ take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Sneak dissing on the net I put money on your head
Damn, the next day they found your ass dead
All face shots man we don’t shoot at legs
Middle finger to the opps, Middle finger to the feds
I let them play with big guns like them ARs
You ain’t Glory Boy, you ain’t Savage Squad
You ain’t from the streets, you ain’t with the mob
Caught a nigga slipping, I was camouflaged
Shoot him in the face leave him in his fucking yard
With that fucking chopper, I be flipping cards
Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge
And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon’ take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

ASAP Ferg – Trap And A Dream (feat. Meek Mill) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, yeah
Pray to the trap
Pray for the trap

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Send them niggas to the Hood Pope
My synagogue right in the ghetto
Off the dome, I’m killin’ niggas
But the pen game on a different level
One trap with a big dream
I go hard, won’t ever settle
"Go in for the kill" what they taught me
Boy I’m movin’ that Shark Tank
In this bitch like I’m Clark Kent
Got a deal with the devil like y’all say
It’s for the love of the money, what y’all think?
Fuck a wack bitch what I won’t do
Make a bill with these vocals
And the Pro Tools, thought I told you
Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can’t
Fuckin’ yo bitch and she kissin’ the dick
And I’m startin’ to feel like I’m Tank
Chasin’ the commas on commas
Embracing the drama that come with the fame
Put that on my momma, the llama
It hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane
Huh, yeah, I’m fuckin’ your bitch in a park
I bust in her mouth cause she parched
She throwin’ it back with an arch
You cuffin’ that bitch like a narc
Ooh boy I don’t wanna start
Two birds on my boat, I’mma start
I’m kinda like Noah’s Ark
I am leaving this Earth with a mark
I ain’t got time for you marks
I aim at your head like a dart
He lay on the street with a chart
Spike on his head like he Bart
I’d rather be chasin’ the cream
Trappin’ and trappin’, I never be slackin’
I’m countin’ a million a dream

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah
Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo
Pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo
In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood
Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood
Pussy niggas snitchin’, got the feds in my hood
It’s like all the real niggas really dead in my hood
I been runnin’ it up, fuckin’ it up, plenty
Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley
Neosporin, I’m in the cut, chilly
Mask on, mask off, reppin’ my set, Philly
I got thrity-six O’s, we gone put it on a roll
That boy silent, never told, fuckin’ models out the Vogue
And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze
I called papi for the low, he gon’ drop it, Lord knows
I got a

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

HorseShoe Gang – Crooked I Robot (Anti-Trap Music Album) letras

I’m a Crooked I Robot

[Hook]
I’m a motherfucking Crooked I Robot
Blatt nigga I be coming to get you like rlatt nigga
I was literally invented in a lab nigga by that nigga invented to get rid of you wack niggas
I’m drilling you up my nigga uh
Slaughtering lambs nigga
Your daughter and all of your fam nigga
I murder haters when I turn into the Terminator fast nigga
Not a battle rapper but I smack niggas

[Verse 1: Demetrius]
Better find whatever God you praise whatever God you pray to
If you a competitor better find your faith but never mind
Cause I’m the heavenly father combined with Allah
I’m every god, Yahweh too
When you see me say "Jesus" or "hey Zeus"
My rhetoric and my letterin’ ate you bet Imma break you better than Bane
I bet you need the paramedics to save you
And a medical break breakthrough
Now go rape ya sheep, that mean fuck what you heard
I’m gon’ rape this beat, peep, I’m on pace to skeet
I’m a nut with these words (wait a minute)
My heart’s filling me with dark energy I barge in any vicinity
Killing arch enemies with artillery who harder then me
I’m harder than steel for real it must be the Clark Kent in me
I put the pen aside, still committing genocide
I’m General Zod you don’t get it I said genocide
That’s the genesis of your homicide I traumatize
Your mom and finalize your death, It’s time to ride
You said you was ride or die but you writers lie
Cause you put that on your fucking momma
Then your momma died
I promise to God
I’m finna eat all of you lying cats cause in fact
That’s how I swallow pride

[Hook]
I’m a motherfucking Crooked I Robot
Blatt nigga I be coming to get you like rlatt nigga
I was literally invented in a lab nigga by that nigga invented to get rid of you wack niggas
I’m drilling you up my nigga uh
Slaughtering lambs nigga
Your daughter and all of your fam nigga
I murder haters when I turn into the Terminator fast nigga
Not a battle rapper but I smack niggas

[Verse 2: Julius]
I’m a motherfucking Crooked I Robot
He made me in the factory, gave me some tenacity
Gave me the lyrical ability and the mental capacity
To rape beats trained me to attack any
One of you rappers who can’t speak with veracity
I ain’t Greek but imagine me, as a 43 foot tall statue
At Olympia bow down and praise me I’m your majesty
Really I’m a villain blame me for calamity
Motherfuckers can’t escape me cause I’m actually
Everywhere I’m in front of my enemies
I’m behind my enemies
You wanna face me turn your back to me
I’m finna get rid of pitiful fake niggas
I’m a despicable individual criminal grave digga
I’m a skinny nigga im not really into the gym
But So hands on with bars I’m really a weight lifter
Tip top physical shape nigga for a little bit of pay
Wage war minimum wage nigga
I’m made of mimetic polyalloy liquid metal literally I’m really a shape shifter
My whole body is cybernetic
Killing an enemy when I’m in a cypher dead
Imma put a little price on your head pull out the pump
Your blood spillin for cheap it’s like unleaded

[Hook]
I’m a motherfucking Crooked I Robot
Blatt nigga I be coming to get you like rlatt nigga
I was literally invented in a lab nigga by that nigga invented to get rid of you wack niggas
I’m drilling you up my nigga uh
Slaughtering lambs nigga
Your daughter and all of your fam nigga
I murder haters when I turn into the Terminator fast nigga
Not a battle rapper but I smack niggas

[Verse 3: Kenny]
Fuck the rest like I hate to take a breather
We’ll put em on ice like they’re trying to break a fever
No escaping neither and no make believe
We’ll take you non-believers and make believers
Some scared to come to the Shoe Gang for features
Cause we’ll bust on em like a facial call that a facial feature
Our music’ll rape your speakers
Our songs should be slapped like the face of Beiber
I was made in the laboratory
My spittin’ is more then gory
As foul as a horror story
As rare as aurora bore-alis
No chalice my talent is nothing like your recordings
You’d have a better chance of living falling from 40 stories
Niggas wanna tap dance what’s happening?
Hit a nigga with a back hand make his hat spin
I just wanna kill a beat like a heart attack can
But we can take it to the streets like a trash can
I peak at you, you motherfuckers yellow as Pikachu
Watch who you niggas speakin’ to
I put the piece to you before your fam say peace to you
Cut off a limb for asking if I want a piece of you
I friggin do, I cook em like stove tops
Speaking of a stove I keep pot close by
Light one, light one get so high
No lie I’m a motherfucking Crooked I Robot

[Hook]
I’m a motherfucking Crooked I Robot
Blatt nigga I be coming to get you like rlatt nigga
I was literally invented in a lab nigga by that nigga invented to get rid of you wack niggas
I’m drilling you up my nigga uh
Slaughtering lambs nigga
Your daughter and all of your fam nigga
I murder haters when I turn into the Terminator fast nigga
Not a battle rapper but I smack niggas