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2BLADES Video (MV)




Performed By: Snick Foley
Language: English
Length: 3:44
Written by: New Villain, Darnell Brown




Snick Foley - 2BLADES Lyrics
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Yeah... Check
I stay ten toes down like they bound in Beijing
Seen pawns made queens, but you can't replace kings
It's chess; stay ahead of competitors been the motto
Now the money ain't a thing, I'm tryna hit a different lotto
Hi Alyssa (Hi!) I'ma big fan, would love to meet cha
I like to go deep and paint eggs, not talking Easter
Guess who's back!? It's the God, bet they love that
All grown up on my style since they was Rugrats
Fake independents, wonder whatchu lie for
When shit can get ugly, whole world's an eyesore
Was born great, scorned hate, "ugh... here he goes again"
Destined to scream on these bastards like I'm the Dovahkiin
"Well I guess it's over then. Can't stop a guy with good hands"
Like fans, after Acid Rap, y'all never had a good chance
Got away with murder, lawyers thinking I'm Ja Rule
My brothers, Uptown'll tell you "this is how Jah rule"
Y'all owe me more than roses. Bring em by the dozen
Without me earning stripes, plenty wouldn't be buzzin'
It's known son crazy like 92 with no shade
My stats, with the note page, go back like the old days
It make em reminisce
Disregard the black sheep, or you could get with this
I'm Hawkeye, small fry, it's like I never miss
Snick Fole, big bro, the one you never diss; add it to the list
Of my accolades, throwing rappers shade, I don't f*ck with you
Like asking "where my hug?" got these bitches uncomfortable
"Damn bro, what's up with you? You always mad at something dude"
Only teach skill, so I don't respect the substitute
And that's all I see when I check the battlefield
It's Eddie Brock from Rock
Y'all muthaf*ckas line up to get lined up
QU, AV, f*ck is you niggas talking bout
I stay 10 toes down like the Anbu forces
Reject accolades for these sounds remorseless
Of course it's, Villain with the red hood, you rang?
Open doors, weaving a fire sign, Liu Kang
Built for cold wars; y'all fold under pressure
Me and mine really tucked swords in the leather
Battle on-comers this is rap, it's easy
Cause most of these niggas is cap, they all TV
Most of these cats is rats, Master Splinter
Be around hoes and don't smash like Jack Tripper
At last! We clear the field with two blades
You used to be shit around; here's your suitcase
Put us on that list. We outta here, aliens
Lantern Corp looking for us, universe caving in
Masked like a Luchador, bleed just the same as them
Praying for this thing to stop? Think you better pray again
Juggernaut, walk thru walls without blinking
Attitude, take on the world without drinking
Over thinking, plotting, big show and proving it
Villains rotten, caution, grew up under tutelage
Of niggas deep scars on they face, you know the de lo type
Getting busy all in my blood so this my regal right
I don't need the love, use the hate like it's rocket fuel
Gimme more bud and more cake until my pockets full
Lucky I slowed up the pace, a storm's coming tho
Create title waves with moves made, I'm one of those
Listen, I ain't come for the praise from those fallen
Anytime I link up with Snick, y'all got a problem (got a problem)
Problem (problem), Problem (problem), Problem (problem)
Problem (problem), Problem (problem), Problem (check)
Anytime I link up with Snick, y'all got a problem
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English

Yeah... Check
I stay ten toes down like they bound in Beijing
Seen pawns made queens, but you can't replace kings
It's chess; stay ahead of competitors been the motto
Now the money ain't a thing, I'm tryna hit a different lotto
Hi Alyssa (Hi!) I'ma big fan, would love to meet cha
I like to go deep and paint eggs, not talking Easter
Guess who's back!? It's the God, bet they love that
All grown up on my style since they was Rugrats
Fake independents, wonder whatchu lie for
When shit can get ugly, whole world's an eyesore
Was born great, scorned hate, "ugh... here he goes again"
Destined to scream on these bastards like I'm the Dovahkiin
"Well I guess it's over then. Can't stop a guy with good hands"
Like fans, after Acid Rap, y'all never had a good chance
Got away with murder, lawyers thinking I'm Ja Rule
My brothers, Uptown'll tell you "this is how Jah rule"
Y'all owe me more than roses. Bring em by the dozen
Without me earning stripes, plenty wouldn't be buzzin'
It's known son crazy like 92 with no shade
My stats, with the note page, go back like the old days
It make em reminisce
Disregard the black sheep, or you could get with this
I'm Hawkeye, small fry, it's like I never miss
Snick Fole, big bro, the one you never diss; add it to the list
Of my accolades, throwing rappers shade, I don't f*ck with you
Like asking "where my hug?" got these bitches uncomfortable
"Damn bro, what's up with you? You always mad at something dude"
Only teach skill, so I don't respect the substitute
And that's all I see when I check the battlefield
It's Eddie Brock from Rock
Y'all muthaf*ckas line up to get lined up
QU, AV, f*ck is you niggas talking bout
I stay 10 toes down like the Anbu forces
Reject accolades for these sounds remorseless
Of course it's, Villain with the red hood, you rang?
Open doors, weaving a fire sign, Liu Kang
Built for cold wars; y'all fold under pressure
Me and mine really tucked swords in the leather
Battle on-comers this is rap, it's easy
Cause most of these niggas is cap, they all TV
Most of these cats is rats, Master Splinter
Be around hoes and don't smash like Jack Tripper
At last! We clear the field with two blades
You used to be shit around; here's your suitcase
Put us on that list. We outta here, aliens
Lantern Corp looking for us, universe caving in
Masked like a Luchador, bleed just the same as them
Praying for this thing to stop? Think you better pray again
Juggernaut, walk thru walls without blinking
Attitude, take on the world without drinking
Over thinking, plotting, big show and proving it
Villains rotten, caution, grew up under tutelage
Of niggas deep scars on they face, you know the de lo type
Getting busy all in my blood so this my regal right
I don't need the love, use the hate like it's rocket fuel
Gimme more bud and more cake until my pockets full
Lucky I slowed up the pace, a storm's coming tho
Create title waves with moves made, I'm one of those
Listen, I ain't come for the praise from those fallen
Anytime I link up with Snick, y'all got a problem (got a problem)
Problem (problem), Problem (problem), Problem (problem)
Problem (problem), Problem (problem), Problem (check)
Anytime I link up with Snick, y'all got a problem
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Writer: New Villain, Darnell Brown
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