Hunnit Keyz Vs Starzink song by UBR Foundation from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Battle Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Hunnit Keyz Vs Starzink Meaning
| [[Round 1: Hunnit Keyz] Ayyyooo!! UBR This my first battle ever To tell the truth I’m only doing this new exposure [?] (HOLD IT DOWN) But you should of did your research You would of knew it was over Catch him while he walking home Reach under the seat like they do on Oprah Zombie tips, explode Star like a supernova ‘Cause fucking with me a get a bit risky I had to put dog down like the pit bit me When it come to beef he don’t want shit wit me ‘Cause I ride around with the machine like Witwicky Speaking of machines, I really point weapons This a mismatch I really exploit brethren Keep it 1-on-1 ’cause if one of yo boys step in I’ll fill up your whole circle with lead like multiple choice questions I ain’t writing no personals and no jokes ‘Cause i don’t know this nigga, nor do I care to Just gun rounds, I’ll shoot your grandpa Your pops, you, ya kid, ya kid’s kids Nigga bullets getting passed through the family like an heirloom Me I’m a bear, you just bear food I’m with the shits, cross the line boy I dare you I’m waiting on the other side, sniper with a clear view Headshot, EMTs still tryna clear you Ya I’m light skin, and I’m a shooter like Curry and Klay So try me and you gone get buried today Got screws loose, and you dude should be very afraid ‘Cause I’ll shoot you and your pallbearers Let’s not get carried away That’s round 1 , [Round 1: Starzink] AYOOOOOO!!!! Marques hit my line, that nigga told me, a Hunnit Keyz Aka Kilo, I thought to myself what ? You want me back on the street serving to the fiends He said naw, the nigga named a Hunnit Keyz *Crouches a little lower* Aka Key low Somebody told me whoever had the best drug bar this room Would get twenty dollars, I said this bout to be a breeze First time I had that weight in the water I was stackin them presidents But then I had found myself putting the weight back in the water Nigga I was getting rid of the evidence (Let’s talk!!!) (Let’s talk!!!) (Let’s talk!!!) *pokes Keyz in chest* You named yourself a Hunnit Keyz aka Kee Lough Boy you thought yourself was bold But my life way much more cold Remember them days I had to work right next to the work on my way to school Boy it gave a new feeling Having the weight of the world on my shoulders Boy I’m twenty five, I work at a bakery That’s not even fucking fake Ya’ll wanna know whats so ironic I remember them days I illegally had cakes by the pound Before I legally knew how to make a poundcake, bitch These streets, don’t sleep You gone, rest in peace I’ll make you and ya bitch eat the meal on the floor I’m Victor Sweet This round I’m molding you, a masterpiece Buck fifty to the center his belly, the centerpiece Ya’ll seen my battle, I showed ya I can cook white *pushes Keyz* Now watch me push Keyz (Bitch please, this my shit!) You better understand something If you fuck up this battle, ain’t no slack I promise you ain’t no comin back Ya know how it is like when ya running late for work *Starzink is currently pacing around the stage in search of something* Ayo! Where the keys at ?! And I mean that! By Monday, it’s some Mona Lisa’s outside ya crib, steady stalkin’ [?] By Wednesday, I’m calling up the vatos, load up the vans Make sure you got the perfect parkin’ By Friday, we hopping out, let the bull dog start barkin’ Even on Saturday we sit there goin round And make sure outside his house is nothing more than caution My broad hit my line like, baby it’s a weekend doe She asked me if I do this everyday (melodically) I said Often! Coffin, coffin You know what ? fuck that my fault, my name is Malik And in Hebrew that means king So somebody’s like why is you pillin’ him Well ain’t it evil to live backwards Spell it out, I was meant to kill em’ This a headshot, and you said no freestyle Whoever touch you in this battle, you was gone kill em’ You wanna die about some fucking clout Okay cool, I’m really with the shits Time to see what he rapping about *Starzink has executed a battle rap pocket tap* Round! , [Round 2: Hunt Keyz] All that tapping on my pockets Well let’s keep it a hunnid When push comes to shove, you ain’t take nothin Nigga I almost fell asleep, when I heard bro round Everybody gotta die, but it’s your turn now I really came from nothing, EBT, Section eight I started selling coke and pills Made about a hunnid, just to estimate I told my moms, I’ll get her out the hood She said pick a better way So I’m going from killing niggas To killing niggas let me demonstrate I’m at your crib, masked up, trick or treat Bulldog and a pound, finna put a bitch to sleep Faceshot (bow), I talking gin and tonic But (bow) stomach shot *Keyz looks like he’s gonna barf* I got him looking like he finna vomit After that first round, you should of known I was finna kill em’ When this heat rise, this bitch drop, he Wendy Williams My OG told me never get caught slippin’ You better hold your ratchet You ain’t got yours ? For you it’s gone be so so tragic ‘Cause I walk up on cuh wit that fo’ fo’ blastin’ Til the clip empty, he thought I was done with em’ Then more tools come out of nowhere like Go go gadget I know what ya’ll prolly thinking Gun rounds, gun rounds, gun rounds This nigga must love how them guns sounds I mean he been talking bout guns since that one round But look, I got shot 2016 and since then I ain’t put my gun down I shoot the nigga legs, how the fuck he gone run now Look at mama little sunshine Before the sun rose, I had her son down This nigga praying to God like save me, some way some how But the voice in my head like finish em’ I should of kept flying at his head like Kung Lao I’m a celebrity with these, I’ll really leave Star struck I bully bullies, you just talk tough If I don’t knock him out the machete on me Leave this bitch nigga carved up Then keep slicing Star till I turn Star into stardust With a pen and pad, I really euthanize bitches They set you up this was a suicide mission , [Round 2: Starzink] Ayoooo!!!!! Everybody chill in the back!!! (Naw they got an event in the back you gotta talk King) I get it the one thing you gotta have in battle rap is believability But you wanna talk street shit To a nigga that really lived on the street This made up ass character you got Boy you treating battle rap like an RPG *physicality levels rising* (naw we good) I had enough of this, and I don’t condone it But you know what, I’m a tell the truth on this stage And I will own it I remember them clowns walking in that triple beam On a tightrope, I seen lions go through a fire round Do you get what that fucking means I’ll tell you the truth right now, and I’ll expose this See I didn’t have to be part of the circus act But I was the nigga that choose IT But you niggas lie in ya’ll raps, first time you held a gun You thought you was gone make the kill Nigga the first time I held a gun that shit gave me chills One day I was waving it around, my OG grabbed me by collar Hop in the whip, let’s see if you got skill That night was a shootout, didn’t even involve us Boy shit got mad real That very same night I seen a dead body The shit had me mad ill I had my parents asking me why the fuck I can’t close my eyes and pray over my meal I was still seeing the dead body a motherfucker I didn’t kill Ya’ll lie in ya raps though Ya’ll lie in ya raps, and it’s so insane But you swear you wanna grind When Lux told Calicoe, about how them shotgun shells It still ache his spine But let me ask you a question Keyz You ever sat there, watch a nigga soul leave his body Before a bullet rearrange his life [?] Or let me ask you Keyz, You ever been sittin there watching… You ever been walkin the streets with your homeboy Just being bored Niggas was bringing em sticks out Niggas was sweeping the streets, look like they doing chores Bullets flying over you and your man head So both ya’ll hit the floor Only for you to stand up and Realize you have blood on your hands And on the side of your face, but you realize it’s not yours See I doubt that, See I doubt that That’s why when I look at you, you are not a threat You will never get my respect In the streets, out the streets In the army, out the army Boy UBR put you in front of a different vet My life don’t come with these kids [?] Same consequences that you get What you gone sit here and say I can’t talk to ya soul Well you right my nigga, I get it, I did walk a mile in your shoes Nigga I was so motherfucka already outgrew those We don’t talk alike bro, and it’s such insane ‘Cause I swear to God, I understand that these motherfuckas Talk gangsta and shit and they think They ready for a nigga to be slain But one almighty push in the wrong direction Is why his mother about to know Pain [Round 3: Hunnit Keyz] Ayyyy ayyy ayyy Look remember when I said ain’t have no personals I mean it’s not personal, but I did like a little bit of research on you You battled a mentally disabled dude, named Trevon Posted on your soundcloud Huffing and puffing like you was rapping better Nigga I will beat you with this 30, till you a vegetable Now you and Trevon can share classes together And stop all that tough guy shit, ain’t you from Temecula Where white people hop out they mansions and leave in a Benz I’m from Fillmore projects, we hop out Shoot you and whoever the fuck seen the event So keep still, or end up with the piece in the chin then (bow!) Make sure this little star never twinkle again Don’t think ‘cause I rap bout guns, that ain’t down to catch fades I find out where your ass stay, boy I meet you half way Sike, (bow!) nina banging like Lebron on a fast break He get more bucks like Milwaukee on draft day Ayyy UBR, I fuck wit ya’ll But I don’t give a fuck about this battle with him To tell the truth after this, I might not ever battle again You…You still searching for the battle of your life Let me help you (bow!) Now he in a ambulance having a battle for his life Ayy with a pen and pad, I really euthanize bitches They set you up, this was a suicide mission [Round 3: Starzink] Ayooooooo!!!!!! He said I was about right-to be battling for my life [?] Boy that shit kept-make me mad tight [?] That’s mad light, headshot, stomach shot, wait till his soul leave Then that get shot, ayooo my nigga no Come here, come here, come here *grabs stranger and points to Keyz soul in the air* You see it right there, this nigga having his best performance On his way meeting Jesus Christ I done caught a body, just for those but wait This my third round can I ask ya’ll some questions Who ya’ll want me to be Ya’ll want me to still keep being Malik Or ya’ll want me go ahead and get into this old round Ya’ll want Starzink, two guns, boy I’m about to spaz And everything I unload, I’m a get very mad I catch you and your homeboy in the whip, It’s gone get very bad All ya’ll saw was two bodies flipping out the side of the shit We was playing Mario Kart double dash I’ll unload, wait…I still got more guns They like wait how many guns do you need Boy I wear my heart on my sleeve So I gotta keep the things that’s closest to me Boy I’m very really stupid, big ratchet Scope, rubber grip, boy this how my devil wear Prada (Bow!) knock his brain off to the side No worries for the rest of his days, hakuna matata Naw, two, four, nine, boy you bout to have more kids Hanging off your body then Afrika Bambaataa I am not bout to play with you nigga What did you think was gone happen Kilo Hunnit Keyz, boy bitch please Ya’ll was worried bout what this nigga post on the gram Or worried about Key lows Boy I swear to god I remember them days I used to tell my niggas, bag up by the gram My bitches was bagging up by the kilos Boy I’m cold, I’m too nice with the shit You only got the recognition that you got outside of this crowd Is because you already had this shit Don’t play with me dummy I’m not the stupid one when I say this shit You realize because you’re from New Mexico…and I’m from Cali Oh you from Cali too, I respect the hustle *daps up Keyz* But one thing I’m a tell you this right now You better be careful bout the friends you keep around Or you gone end up like Nipsey Hussle I’m on white…] |
