| This is real deep beef from way back in the past
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| Deeper than I’ll put a foot up in the crack of your ass
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| Come on, let’s do this
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| Your little pals can witness how vicious
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| This Westchester alpha bitch is
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| I’m straight up malicious, a verbal curb stomper
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| Since we were toddlers I’ve studied every chink in your armor
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| And between your folks' divorce and that haircut on you
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| I’m really not sure which one’s the bigger shondeh
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| That means «disgrace», I’m translating for the goys
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| Our lifelines have been parallel like corduroys
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| But now, we’ll see whose bars will prevail
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| In this beef of two hard-as-nails
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| Shebrews from Scarsdale
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| We’ve got a conflict of interest
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| I’m about to give Levine the business
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| Spittin' venomous hate
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| Penetratin' her defenses
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| It’s a JAP battle
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| A what?
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| A Jewish American Princess
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| Rap battle
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| Daughters of privilege
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| Spittin' mad flow
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| Find that term offensive?
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| Too bad, yo!
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| Oh, snap! |
| It’s a JAP battle rap!
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| Look, academically, you could never catch me
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| You were close, but no match scholastically
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| Nohow, no way
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| I put the «O.G.» |
| in «5.0 G.P.A.»
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| Well, speaking of which, are you A.P. graded?
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| 'Cause these days you look a bit heavily weighted
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| And all your book crackin' don’t make up for the fact
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| That I’m strapped with that killer instinct that you lack
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| Sweetheart, here’s what you’re not understanding
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| I’m street-smart—
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| You mean, 'cause you minored in Urban Planning?
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| Bitch, I know you, that tough act’s a bluff
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| So sheket bevaka shut the hell up
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| Your temper, you lost it! |
| Oh, cute
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| Like you’re going to lose this lawsuit
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| Keeping your piehole shut would be quite wise
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| Though you kept it open wide for the AEPI guys
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| And I banged your hedge fund manager fiancé
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| Back in college over winter holidays
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| Bathroom stall at the Matzo Ball
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| And honestly, I gotta say
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| Really not hot at all
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| Finished quick, rotten lay
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| This is
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| A JAP battle
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| Bane of my existence
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| Your rhymes are facile
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| From Golden’s Bridge
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| To North Castle
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| Wipe you off the map
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| In this JAP battle rap
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| Bunch, you’re a curse, you’re a blight
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| We were frenemies at first spite
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| Think your verse is tight?
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| Then you’re trippin' like birthright
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| I’ll wipe the mirth right off your ugly mug
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| And fill you full of slugs
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| Like a straight up thug
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| Uh, that word is racist, someone ought to tell you
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| Like me, I belong to the ACLU
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| Spare me
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| I’m a card-carrying member
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| Plus, I spent a semester in Kenya, remember?
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| Well, I volunteered in Ghana
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| Well, I guess that makes us equal
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| Well, it’s settled then
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| We’re both cool with black people
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| 'Cause we’re liberals
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| Duh, progressive as hell
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| Though, of course, I support Israel
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| Audra, wait we share so many traits
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| Should we shake hands and erase the hate?
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| Created by our mothers pitting
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| Us against each other for accolades and grades
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| We were egged on like Seder plates!
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| Nah, in summation
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| You left New York
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| For this sunburnt shtetl
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| Now you’re like «Oh, Audra, let’s settle»
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| You want to get salty like the Dead Sea? |
| Word
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| But call off this suit or you’re dead, C-word |