South Park Lyrics
| Song | South Park |
| Artist | Mickey Factz |
| Album | Kendrick Lamar vs The World Battle For Hip-Hop |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| That was cute man, that was real cute | |
| Now you about to get some competiton | |
| Cause I don't know if anyone else is gonna say anything | |
| So we about to get into this | |
| We about to bring this all the way back to the Bronx | |
| Know what I mean? | |
| SMickey Black apple, bitch | |
| XMJ, peace to Lord GFC | |
| Yeah, Im ready | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Where Ive been at, what Im up to | |
| Nobody cares so my response is fuck you | |
| Black apple patron in the city yall black foes | |
| Throw my hues like Langston | |
| I don't know what you thinkin | |
| So Kendrick wanna play this game? Cool, I got you | |
| Game point and I spot you | |
| Shoot over you then I watch you | |
| Look over to see the ball go through the net when I washed you | |
| You knew who to name in that song and who not to | |
| From the bottomless pit, out comes the pit | |
| Treatin kenny like Bane after he blew Gotham to bits | |
| Gotta be Mick, got the slick tho | |
| This is what you wanted nigga? | |
| Competition from a killer thats a tundra spitter cold | |
| I wonder what your steez did your sunny iller bars | |
| Black out eyes just like your album cover, nigga | |
| You the king of New York? Beg your pardon | |
| The king of LA is dead and that nigga from Harlem (2Pac) | |
| Dont be like Ja Rule mimicking him | |
| Or we gonna sell you drunk outta that pool of liquor again | |
| Who Bishop against? None of yall | |
| You avoid juice | |
| Fake Omar Epps, just be a Schoolboy Q | |
| Gonna prove facts wrong, talk over that shit | |
| You set the bar high, nigga, I vault over that shit | |
| Hollywood star, nigga, I walk over that shit | |
| You say you sick? I cough over that shit | |
| Who want this? | |
| Im targeting you, calling your crew | |
| Who see the soul of Ab fly if heparring with you | |
| Homie its true | |
| But you know what? I aint gonna namedrop yall to death | |
| Cause Hovas team is the only Jay Rock we respect | |
| New York, no beef, just lyrical warfare | |
| I heard the record sat in my lawnchair like aw yeah | |
| Im at the window like Malcolm looking at yall scared | |
| You at your internet window, you saying Im soft, where? (where?) | |
| You love my city, keep it accurate, dawg | |
| Stolo so haircutting think you got fabulous bars? | |
| Oh yeah, you used to copy Charles Hamilton, dawg | |
| A good kid turned the mad city after him yall | |
| Plus the girl you was rumored with is outta New York | |
| I guarantee his lady go gaga over this song | |
| I aim for the soul with them bars, I wont spare it | |
| Im just concerned with the haters who hate after they hear us | |
| So if Black Hippy step they gonna die off, bless | |
| Vampire with the bars, Imma find yall next | |
| Killing everybody, you can cosign those bets | |
| You shot and got a quick return like the IRS | |
| Better than you, said it back in twenty ten though | |
| Polic with the penstroke, call up all your kinfolk | |
| Mighty with the sword, Ninja Gaiden | |
| Its shockin how I held back and came at em full force | |
| Remember Raiden (yeah) | |
| Lets bet on the next threat, new cess next | |
| You struggle with the bars over your head like a benchpress | |
| Telling you right now, dont talk around me | |
| Cause out west you couldnt picture getting hit like a papparazzi | |
| Black apple, Im ready to set it off | |
| Coming for the bank, who ready to play] the God? | |
| While Im busting open doors everybody on the floor | |
| Put the money in the bags, dont ring any alarms | |
| Im taking over the town, Ben Affleck on the song | |
| Aint no king of New York, Biggie gone, Christopher Wallace | |
| Put it on the blogs for the frauds, make a response | |
| Ill be here with the rest of my city holding the fort | |
| Reality gonna show him that Im raw | |
| But can he get cancelled with his bitch? Thats Khloe and Lamar | |
| [Outro] | |
| Lets have it, lets have some fun, you know | |
| You wanted to have some fun? Well, lets do that then | |
| You know, make sure yall ready | |
| Cause clearly were ready over here | |
| You know | |
| Nah, fuck, I got another verse | |
| I bet the funeral home got a stash, reverend got another church | |
| Two arts and mouse | |
| Id rather battle Picasso and Dali in the gardens of Garvey | |
| Shadowbox with Ali, postin up Barkley | |
| Hypnotize |
| That was cute man, that was real cute | |
| Now you about to get some competiton | |
| Cause I don' t know if anyone else is gonna say anything | |
| So we about to get into this | |
| We about to bring this all the way back to the Bronx | |
| Know what I mean? | |
| S Mickey Black apple, bitch | |
| XMJ, peace to Lord GFC | |
| Yeah, I m ready | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Where I ve been at, what I m up to | |
| Nobody cares so my response is fuck you | |
| Black apple patron in the city y all black foes | |
| Throw my hues like Langston | |
| I don' t know what you thinkin | |
| So Kendrick wanna play this game? Cool, I got you | |
| Game point and I spot you | |
| Shoot over you then I watch you | |
| Look over to see the ball go through the net when I washed you | |
| You knew who to name in that song and who not to | |
| From the bottomless pit, out comes the pit | |
| Treatin kenny like Bane after he blew Gotham to bits | |
| Gotta be Mick, got the slick tho | |
| This is what you wanted nigga? | |
| Competition from a killer that s a tundra spitter cold | |
| I wonder what your steez did your sunny iller bars | |
| Black out eyes just like your album cover, nigga | |
| You the king of New York? Beg your pardon | |
| The king of LA is dead and that nigga from Harlem 2Pac | |
| Don t be like Ja Rule mimicking him | |
| Or we gonna sell you drunk outta that pool of liquor again | |
| Who Bishop against? None of y all | |
| You avoid juice | |
| Fake Omar Epps, just be a Schoolboy Q | |
| Gonna prove facts wrong, talk over that shit | |
| You set the bar high, nigga, I vault over that shit | |
| Hollywood star, nigga, I walk over that shit | |
| You say you sick? I cough over that shit | |
| Who want this? | |
| I m targeting you, calling your crew | |
| Who see the soul of Ab fly if heparring with you | |
| Homie it s true | |
| But you know what? I ain t gonna namedrop y all to death | |
| Cause Hova s team is the only Jay Rock we respect | |
| New York, no beef, just lyrical warfare | |
| I heard the record sat in my lawnchair like aw yeah | |
| I m at the window like Malcolm looking at y all scared | |
| You at your internet window, you saying I m soft, where? where? | |
| You love my city, keep it accurate, dawg | |
| Stolo so haircutting think you got fabulous bars? | |
| Oh yeah, you used to copy Charles Hamilton, dawg | |
| A good kid turned the mad city after him y all | |
| Plus the girl you was rumored with is outta New York | |
| I guarantee his lady go gaga over this song | |
| I aim for the soul with them bars, I won t spare it | |
| I m just concerned with the haters who hate after they hear us | |
| So if Black Hippy step they gonna die off, bless | |
| Vampire with the bars, I mma find y all next | |
| Killing everybody, you can cosign those bets | |
| You shot and got a quick return like the IRS | |
| Better than you, said it back in twenty ten though | |
| Polic with the penstroke, call up all your kinfolk | |
| Mighty with the sword, Ninja Gaiden | |
| It s shockin how I held back and came at em full force | |
| Remember Raiden yeah | |
| Let s bet on the next threat, new cess next | |
| You struggle with the bars over your head like a benchpress | |
| Telling you right now, don t talk around me | |
| Cause out west you couldn t picture getting hit like a papparazzi | |
| Black apple, I m ready to set it off | |
| Coming for the bank, who ready to play the God? | |
| While I m busting open doors everybody on the floor | |
| Put the money in the bags, don t ring any alarms | |
| I m taking over the town, Ben Affleck on the song | |
| Ain t no king of New York, Biggie gone, Christopher Wallace | |
| Put it on the blogs for the frauds, make a response | |
| I ll be here with the rest of my city holding the fort | |
| Reality gonna show him that I m raw | |
| But can he get cancelled with his bitch? That s Khloe and Lamar | |
| Outro | |
| Let s have it, lets have some fun, you know | |
| You wanted to have some fun? Well, let s do that then | |
| You know, make sure y all ready | |
| Cause clearly we re ready over here | |
| You know | |
| Nah, fuck, I got another verse | |
| I bet the funeral home got a stash, reverend got another church | |
| Two arts and mouse | |
| I d rather battle Picasso and Dali in the gardens of Garvey | |
| Shadowbox with Ali, postin up Barkley | |
| Hypnotize |
| That was cute man, that was real cute | |
| Now you about to get some competiton | |
| Cause I don' t know if anyone else is gonna say anything | |
| So we about to get into this | |
| We about to bring this all the way back to the Bronx | |
| Know what I mean? | |
| S Mickey Black apple, bitch | |
| XMJ, peace to Lord GFC | |
| Yeah, I m ready | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Where I ve been at, what I m up to | |
| Nobody cares so my response is fuck you | |
| Black apple patron in the city y all black foes | |
| Throw my hues like Langston | |
| I don' t know what you thinkin | |
| So Kendrick wanna play this game? Cool, I got you | |
| Game point and I spot you | |
| Shoot over you then I watch you | |
| Look over to see the ball go through the net when I washed you | |
| You knew who to name in that song and who not to | |
| From the bottomless pit, out comes the pit | |
| Treatin kenny like Bane after he blew Gotham to bits | |
| Gotta be Mick, got the slick tho | |
| This is what you wanted nigga? | |
| Competition from a killer that s a tundra spitter cold | |
| I wonder what your steez did your sunny iller bars | |
| Black out eyes just like your album cover, nigga | |
| You the king of New York? Beg your pardon | |
| The king of LA is dead and that nigga from Harlem 2Pac | |
| Don t be like Ja Rule mimicking him | |
| Or we gonna sell you drunk outta that pool of liquor again | |
| Who Bishop against? None of y all | |
| You avoid juice | |
| Fake Omar Epps, just be a Schoolboy Q | |
| Gonna prove facts wrong, talk over that shit | |
| You set the bar high, nigga, I vault over that shit | |
| Hollywood star, nigga, I walk over that shit | |
| You say you sick? I cough over that shit | |
| Who want this? | |
| I m targeting you, calling your crew | |
| Who see the soul of Ab fly if heparring with you | |
| Homie it s true | |
| But you know what? I ain t gonna namedrop y all to death | |
| Cause Hova s team is the only Jay Rock we respect | |
| New York, no beef, just lyrical warfare | |
| I heard the record sat in my lawnchair like aw yeah | |
| I m at the window like Malcolm looking at y all scared | |
| You at your internet window, you saying I m soft, where? where? | |
| You love my city, keep it accurate, dawg | |
| Stolo so haircutting think you got fabulous bars? | |
| Oh yeah, you used to copy Charles Hamilton, dawg | |
| A good kid turned the mad city after him y all | |
| Plus the girl you was rumored with is outta New York | |
| I guarantee his lady go gaga over this song | |
| I aim for the soul with them bars, I won t spare it | |
| I m just concerned with the haters who hate after they hear us | |
| So if Black Hippy step they gonna die off, bless | |
| Vampire with the bars, I mma find y all next | |
| Killing everybody, you can cosign those bets | |
| You shot and got a quick return like the IRS | |
| Better than you, said it back in twenty ten though | |
| Polic with the penstroke, call up all your kinfolk | |
| Mighty with the sword, Ninja Gaiden | |
| It s shockin how I held back and came at em full force | |
| Remember Raiden yeah | |
| Let s bet on the next threat, new cess next | |
| You struggle with the bars over your head like a benchpress | |
| Telling you right now, don t talk around me | |
| Cause out west you couldn t picture getting hit like a papparazzi | |
| Black apple, I m ready to set it off | |
| Coming for the bank, who ready to play the God? | |
| While I m busting open doors everybody on the floor | |
| Put the money in the bags, don t ring any alarms | |
| I m taking over the town, Ben Affleck on the song | |
| Ain t no king of New York, Biggie gone, Christopher Wallace | |
| Put it on the blogs for the frauds, make a response | |
| I ll be here with the rest of my city holding the fort | |
| Reality gonna show him that I m raw | |
| But can he get cancelled with his bitch? That s Khloe and Lamar | |
| Outro | |
| Let s have it, lets have some fun, you know | |
| You wanted to have some fun? Well, let s do that then | |
| You know, make sure y all ready | |
| Cause clearly we re ready over here | |
| You know | |
| Nah, fuck, I got another verse | |
| I bet the funeral home got a stash, reverend got another church | |
| Two arts and mouse | |
| I d rather battle Picasso and Dali in the gardens of Garvey | |
| Shadowbox with Ali, postin up Barkley | |
| Hypnotize |
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