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  • 作词 : Dante Heyse
    作曲 : Heyse
    (Black on Black)

    Alright,
    This how we got do this one,
    Blow for blow, Bar for Bar
    1st round:

    I’ve been at this ***t since 14
    Y’all *****s still pre-teens
    I crush spleens on my 16’s
    Spit fresh ***t like listerine
    Y’all archaic,
    Like drinking lean,
    Not tryna end up like Pimp C
    No disrespect to him
    RIP,
    I just need y’all to pull up a seat,
    Listen to a real ***** speak,
    Never have I been real street,
    But,
    I keep the heat on the beat,
    Make your girlfriends legs weak
    Just last week, she was eyeing a brother,
    I could of had her ass laying naked in covers
    But karmas a *****,
    I done had enough of her
    Tryna lay low, like the snow in the summer

    Black on Black,
    See I’m just getting warmed up now,
    Time to really go in,
    Let’s get it
    Second Round:

    What’s A beef to an AB student
    You cant see me, you’re average
    I’ve been savage,
    Call me a monkey,
    I been schooling flunkies,
    Y’all practice
    I been working for free long enough,
    Homie pay your taxes
    Support my hustle,
    I support yours,
    That’s how you gain instant access,
    Backstage passes,
    When this hits masses,
    I’ll remember you,
    If you been down with me since day one,
    If you’ve seen where I came from,
    If you’ve seen how I’ve hustled
    Tryna figure out how to get here
    Had me a few detours
    But this passion kept me ***fting gears
    I wonder how my family will view me now,
    Some had so many doubts,
    It don’t matter now,
    When they hear that sound “black on black”
    They’ll know its me,
    And this aint bull***t rap,
    It’s poetry,
    No shoot ya mama,
    Or shoot ya daddy,
    It’s thorough bars,
    What we really need!

    Second Round,
    Third round coming up,
    How y'all still holding up?
    Alright,
    We’ll see in a second
    Let’s go:

    I’m really not ******* around,
    Y’all want that triplet sound
    Here I’ll give it to you bruh
    Only dilemma is now,
    I can’t decipher whose down
    People be fronting on beats,
    But in real life be clowns
    Y’all *****S ain’t IT,
    But y’all do make me frown,
    Yall are the talk of the town,
    Now,
    I’m shooting you down

    Damn, y'all looking a little dizzy,
    I don’t know if you’ll make it to the next round
    You sure you can keep going?
    Alright, 4th round lets go:

    This really ain’t new to me,
    I do this effortlessly
    Like your lady sending nudes to me,
    Can’t make two of me,
    But I promise you I know like 3
    Or 1000 *****s tryna be the same,
    It’s blowing me,
    No controlling me,
    That’s why I’m not signed,
    Don’t plan to be,
    I remember chilling in the crib
    In the the DMV
    PG county
    Cooking up these rhymes
    I was limited
    Only had a tape recorder and a keyboard with beats,
    But writing down these words were therapy,
    Kept me on my feet,
    Got tired of seeing all these other rappers
    On the scene,
    Man, I wanted credit too,
    Had to come get me a piece
    I done been discreet for too long
    Time to ***ne bright,
    But never would’ve thought,
    I’ll do this ***t in Shanghai

    Hi *****s,
    I’m here
    Damn, y’all done checked out on me huh?
    KO,
    I guess I’m a Contender

    Outro:

    I’m a contender, I’m a contender, I’m a Contender (x4)
  • 作词 : Dante Heyse
    作曲 : Heyse
    (Black on Black)

    Alright,
    This how we got do this one,
    Blow for blow, Bar for Bar
    1st round:

    I’ve been at this ***t since 14
    Y’all *****s still pre-teens
    I crush spleens on my 16’s
    Spit fresh ***t like listerine
    Y’all archaic,
    Like drinking lean,
    Not tryna end up like Pimp C
    No disrespect to him
    RIP,
    I just need y’all to pull up a seat,
    Listen to a real ***** speak,
    Never have I been real street,
    But,
    I keep the heat on the beat,
    Make your girlfriends legs weak
    Just last week, she was eyeing a brother,
    I could of had her ass laying naked in covers
    But karmas a *****,
    I done had enough of her
    Tryna lay low, like the snow in the summer

    Black on Black,
    See I’m just getting warmed up now,
    Time to really go in,
    Let’s get it
    Second Round:

    What’s A beef to an AB student
    You cant see me, you’re average
    I’ve been savage,
    Call me a monkey,
    I been schooling flunkies,
    Y’all practice
    I been working for free long enough,
    Homie pay your taxes
    Support my hustle,
    I support yours,
    That’s how you gain instant access,
    Backstage passes,
    When this hits masses,
    I’ll remember you,
    If you been down with me since day one,
    If you’ve seen where I came from,
    If you’ve seen how I’ve hustled
    Tryna figure out how to get here
    Had me a few detours
    But this passion kept me ***fting gears
    I wonder how my family will view me now,
    Some had so many doubts,
    It don’t matter now,
    When they hear that sound “black on black”
    They’ll know its me,
    And this aint bull***t rap,
    It’s poetry,
    No shoot ya mama,
    Or shoot ya daddy,
    It’s thorough bars,
    What we really need!

    Second Round,
    Third round coming up,
    How y'all still holding up?
    Alright,
    We’ll see in a second
    Let’s go:

    I’m really not ******* around,
    Y’all want that triplet sound
    Here I’ll give it to you bruh
    Only dilemma is now,
    I can’t decipher whose down
    People be fronting on beats,
    But in real life be clowns
    Y’all *****S ain’t IT,
    But y’all do make me frown,
    Yall are the talk of the town,
    Now,
    I’m shooting you down

    Damn, y'all looking a little dizzy,
    I don’t know if you’ll make it to the next round
    You sure you can keep going?
    Alright, 4th round lets go:

    This really ain’t new to me,
    I do this effortlessly
    Like your lady sending nudes to me,
    Can’t make two of me,
    But I promise you I know like 3
    Or 1000 *****s tryna be the same,
    It’s blowing me,
    No controlling me,
    That’s why I’m not signed,
    Don’t plan to be,
    I remember chilling in the crib
    In the the DMV
    PG county
    Cooking up these rhymes
    I was limited
    Only had a tape recorder and a keyboard with beats,
    But writing down these words were therapy,
    Kept me on my feet,
    Got tired of seeing all these other rappers
    On the scene,
    Man, I wanted credit too,
    Had to come get me a piece
    I done been discreet for too long
    Time to ***ne bright,
    But never would’ve thought,
    I’ll do this ***t in Shanghai

    Hi *****s,
    I’m here
    Damn, y’all done checked out on me huh?
    KO,
    I guess I’m a Contender

    Outro:

    I’m a contender, I’m a contender, I’m a Contender (x4)