Song: MVP vs. Real Name Brandon
Artist:  URLtv
Year: 2021
Viewed: 63 - Published at: 9 years ago

[Round 1: MVP]
Y'all know St. Louis run battle rap, RIGHT!?
I kill thangs!
Steel bang
Roll his fat ass into a river...they literally gon' have to REEL (Real) NAME!
Ever since I stepped in this tournament, they fit me as some damn scrub
Well, we got a motherfuckin' problem, Houston...like Whitney in the bathtub!
I'm 'bout to O.D.
I clutch toasters, get slumped over
At any moment, I can grab a nickel, have nine sent (cent), or a buck-fifty
Shit'll look like a car cupholder!
Aye, who is this?
The staff done set you up
You losin', bitch
Wit' yo' old "Who the fuck is this-uh? Pagin' me at five forty-?"
Man, it's about to get gruesomе quick
Up here lookin' like thе Notorious
So when he die, just ask P, "Did he (Diddy) have somethin' to do wit' it?"
You fuckin' faggot!
Man, what color is your skin - magnet?
I mean, I can see that you a big dog
But to me, he a Little Rascal
It's gon' take at least the two of y'all kids just to stand in my jacket
I get up, blast!
It take you a whole hour just to get to yo' point
But when I punch, niggas don't get up fast
Y'all seen that movie Dead Presidents?
He about this close to the money, but his setups trash!
Y'all think dude be real!?
Every time he talk, it sound like it came from a film
What is this, a movie, Real (reel)?
I load magazines, explode in the spleen
I will box a faggot head: I got Vogue magazines!
I'm comfortable around this bitch, but lemme get loose
You told NXT that you was doin' drive-bys
We ain't seen a big bitch slide on nothin' since Rasputia!
He gon' talk about how I rep a set that's from his state, as if I made a mistake
Nigga, this Six-Deuce Crip
Even the Rams went back to L.A.!
I'm Summer Madness thuggin'
The rest of you niggas, stop runnin'
Yoshi G, I'm a battle rapper now - are you FUCKIN'!?
Now I'mma be back in the second round, 'cause my food isn't done
Rule number 1: don't fuck wit' me
Rule number 2: don't forget Rule number 1
Nigga, early
[Round 1: Real Name Brandon]
I bring the birds out!

See the difference, nigga?

I bring the birds out!
Two Silver Sluggers
You gon' make me empty these
They hit like Mark McGwire
But these is Eagles...
These ain't Cardinals, MVP!
I'm a different breed
I really sock shit
Let you walk away wit' this bread, I'll spin the block quick
Glock lift
He gon' be dyin' to get outta Houston: Deshaun Watson!

[MVP]
Fire
Fire
Fire

(As the crowd cheers, the air horns blare, and MVP nods in approval in reaction to the bar, members of the two rappers' entourages get into a minor shouting match on stage, which Real Name Brandon quells on his side)

[Real Name Brandon]
You got one option: run my chip, or I squeeze a .380
I usually have a throwaway - that's law
But I know how they get down in Texas
After I bust, I ain't got no choice but to keep the baby!
You think I ain't bring my bowler to Houston?
Nigga, it's really Glocks in here
Move wrong
Don't get yo' dumb ass shot in here
Show this St. Louis nigga what it's really like...when it get Hot in Herre!
Fuck all that gangsta shit you talkin'
I don't give a fuck where you from, 'cause you don't bleed that
We can really catch a head-up if you need that
I pull somethin' slow out the trunk, it ain't tree sap
All you hear is..."Blah-kita, blah-kita!"
Sound like a speedbag!
Do you know who I am!?
If I get to trippin', he better pray to God that he find his piece
Get smoked like a leaf, and get fired wit' ease
My bitch fat, wit' an extension, one foot like Toby
Before he try it wit' me...
You better try Jesus...before he try it wit' me!
Houston, what up!?
I ain't even come up here to flex wit' it
I just feel I deserve to be on stage wit' these vet niggas
Fans always tryna say I sound like the next nigga
Twork...Suge...Ave...all these different battlers
I know my real name Brandon, but I promise I Prep different!
Aye, I throw a one-two, they gon' have to carry Berry
Lifeless body, they gon' be ready to bury Berry
Shoot up the ceremony, funerals get very scary
These bitches get to singin' in the church like Mary Mary
It's HT-
Rap, nigga!
[Round 2: MVP]
Yo! Yo!

[Real Name Brandon]
(to his entourage)
I messed up
I started rappin' my second in the first

[MVP]
Uh, you can find me in St. Louie
Where the gunplay ring all day
Some got jobs, some sell hay
Others just smoke and-

[Crowd]
Fuck all day!

[MVP]
Since the first round of this tournament, they put me as the underdog
I took that as offense
Now we got David vs. Goliath, and we all saw how that shit went
They do a lotta talkin'
My uncle was my best friend before he died as a fiend, so that spot softened
But if he didn't teach me anything, he taught me one thing
And that was to be like a battle rap couple
You gotta handle that Roc(k) wit' Caution!
I come from one quarter, guys
A McChicken wit' cheese made me a small order fri-
Nigga, what you 'bout, 300?
Nah, nigga, you 'bout 290
I'll split his bitch ass down the middle wit' one .45 (145)
You HTK?
Well, this is 'bout as far as it gets
How many pallbearers you plan on havin'?
Nigga, fuck bein' Hard To Kill!
Nigga, you gon' be Hard To Lift!
I just found out that this nigga the cook!
Cuz the cook!
When Geechi put him down wit' EFB, I was like, "Damn, that's fuckin' tough."
'Til I realized EFB stood for "Every Fuckin' Breakfast"
"Every Barbecue"
"Every Brunch"
So you mean to tell me that you was clutchin' the arm for real?
When you the nigga that make sure nobody get close to the barbecue pit
Like, "Nigga, the food ain't done. The food ain't done."
Exactly - guard your GRILL!
After this, y'all bet' not say my name no mo'
I'll have it like when ya mama tell you to "cut that racket off"
'Cause that's some shit that she can't play no mo'
She talkin' about how the music don't got soul
The niggas don't even beg bitches to stay no mo'
So I'm at his windpipe wit' a Jagged Edge
(gasp)
Nigga, RNB (R&B) don't sound the same no mo'!
I'm from St. Louis! How quick they forget
I'm tryna figure out which watch I'm finna buy wit' this $25,000...
Shit, I done already picked up a TEC (a Patek)!
I'm the same MVP!
(You can't change MVP!)
And as long as this nigga dies...(you can blame MVP!)
It's me again!
I thought Geechi was gon' join into yo' round
Gimme about a year and some change, he gon' see me again
I ain't forgot about him hidin' behind them branches
I got a Draco wit' a wood handle
Just don't bark up the wrong tree again!
I don't give a FUCK that you 6-foot-anything!
Nigga, I done went to war wit' feds
Y'all know the difference between a bully and a Pitbull?
Nigga, my stand got longer legs
Nigga, early!
[Round 2: Real Name Brandon]
Do this nigga got a problem or somethin'!?
'Cause I been dyin' to dump at him
I know we usually give out fair ones
But if he trip, we jumpin' him
Matter fact, I got somethin' hot for everybody that fuck wit' him
You from St. Louis, right?
Cool!
(chk-chk) 'Cause I heard Missouri loves company!
It's BAD FOR YOU!

[MVP]
Funny

[Real Name Brandon]
It's bad for you
I was ready to pull a strap on you
The squad say I'm a cancer, 'cause they wanted me to set you up
But to a nigga that's used to scorin', assist (a cyst) is abnormal
I'm lightyears ahead of you- that's crazy
I'm lightyears ahead of you when it comes to this shit
You ain't been through what I been through
You ain't live where I lived
You know the first time I ever smoked a blunt, I was 6!?
You know the first time I ever served a fiend, I was 10!?

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