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[Round 1: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how of them fabricated lines he 'bout to say It ain't gon’ equal up to this real shit Rex, Lux, Mook, Serius Jones, oh my motherfuckin god I'm happy these niggas out of retirement But I'm still the best nigga on this motherfuckin' card He told Hitman Holla he was trying to build And you was trying to bring New York down Say that now that you in front of this New York crowd New York came to the Lou' and skipped to your town So every time y'all on the rise we shoot y'all down You battled your man for the crown? That's some faggot shit Mook could have that shit Cause loyalty is bigger than this battle shit He battled Hollow two rounds, yes he did But if I give ‘em two hollow rounds out this Sig' He'll be pulled off this stage and battling to live Have your lines together that's what you better do Cause putting holes in clothes & taking niggas souls is what that berretta do III got out of line, I had to teach him a lesson too So X-Factor should be getting this ass whooping instead of you You see Verb, I ain't that nigga you could beat Verb Ask about 'em they'll tell it, I'm really in the street Verb Me, I let it squeeze Verb, try it, you'll see (C) Verb I get Aye Verb D-verbed that mean I'll DE Verb You battled your lil bro, Hitman, that prove that you was weak Verb Before me and K-Shine battle We'll fist fight in the middle of the street Verb I'm using that Mac, I'll apple + Z + delete Verb When that tech go, you hear an echo, that's a reverb Gangsta? That ain't you I need to see ID I'm good in the gun store, I got a VIP I'm a rapper and a shooter like Chi Ali I'm a breakdown his name, everybody in that V gonna be in a ER, B Ayo Mickey, this nigga forgot YouTube is public? Anybody could log in So his son could see his daddy getting snuffed and run So he'll get snuffed and run, he'll feel like there's nothing wrong then That's the life of getting raised by a dyke He act like a nigga but he think like a bitch Since his mom eat pussy, he'll suck a nigga dick Ayo Q-Tip, if a nigga wouIda decked me on camera I would've been on his block hoodied up Clip wouldn't have had no room, I would've fueled it up Crackheads would've came after I was done to pick the bullet- Long story short, he would've been dead before he but that footage up A nigga swing on Randy, Randy gon swing back It ain't about T-Rex Fuck being tough, that's just a real nigga reflex I'll ride through Verb hood and get his whole team wet But your Diddy, I'ma confess to the body 10 years later, I'm like G-Dep We different, he fuck with party promoters to make cheese I fuck with niggas that got docket numbers and state greens I rob him with the blade, I wouldn't even let that 80 scream But I promise I'ma but that blade on him, I catch him shaving cream I'm sorry to my fans if I don't Tweet a lot The grams is high and niggas is hungry where I'm from I gotta feed the block Youngins 17, more stripes than a Zebra got Can't even spell his name but he'll show you how to squeeze a Glock But he's raw, thirsty to let it squeeze off My little niggas let them fly, why you think they call em a G for (4)? We all apes, but I'm Caesar, he get me mad I bring out the gorillas and have everything on smash Nigga you ain't the truth, you won't cock it and aim a few Your city ashamed of you, a bitch is what they think of you Getting decked and running on camera no bang or shoot Put a check on his head, his death is the right thing to do I'm in your dreams it's like I'm haunting you nigga It ain't nothing, I'll have bullets in every part of you nigga It ain't nothing to send them sparks to you nigga So if I but them two birds to your hat it ain't the Cardinals nigga It ain't nothing to have them Dot Mob sharks on you nigga But I'm not gon’ front cause I'm at home, I'm not Arsonal nigga Ayo I'ma leave with this nigga head, y'all already know my slogan (THIS NIGGA DEAD!!!!) No, no, no, no, no, this nigga gay And to prove that, I'ma bring out exhibit A [Round 1: Aye Verb] You told me Math was soft Rex and don't believe that nigga Cause Dot Mob, y'all the streets, I didn't believe that nigga Cause when he pressed you on the phone, you didn't wanna see that nigga You went from being a killer to "Nah, nah I'm not a killer, that's not in my character." Damn, Harlem produce a lot of fucking G-Depp niggas You, Murda Mook and Louie the 13th embarrassing Harlem Cause everybody knows three can take away one So what the fuck is an difficult bout that Math problem? Y'all walk around like it's all G, bruh, Algebra, it's fucking comedy With that gat Math went over Mook head, that's trigonometry One nigga divided y'all circle up, took away y'all street cred And multiplied his stats Where we don't equal up at, is lull ain't make that thunder clap Y'all ain't want none of that and nigga that's the sum of that So tonight don't say that you a real nigga Cause the real you embarrass us And you already told us it's not in your character He expected me to rap about his scuffles and the fists he got I'm a rap bout that fact how you ugly as fuck but still prettier than Star Smiles That ugly ass bitch you got Now when I first heard you had a gal, I was happy like "good" Til I found out that your new bitch was some old pussy That used to belong to Shotgun Suge You love this battle shit, an this line only gets worst Cause if you ever had to battle Suge You winning a coin toss wouldn't rattle Suge Cause when it come to shit you love, Suge always go first I heard she pregnant too Rex Congratulations you can trust her don't worry Just remember, that kid is still yours Even if he come out over 6'4" screaming out "Jersey!" If it fucked you for a long time and it's the end of that road sign And they know my slogan when it's go time So it's (SHOWTIME!) On everything, you a fraud Rex, impostor King of lying (Lion); Mufasa When I pop up on his corner like a popup, he shocked like Blanka He soft an I ain't gotta 2Pac him I can boo bop him, but still I'm in that ski mask, Blue Blockers Tube socks up, new chopper Empty that and get to banging on that tummy like Kumala Holla at his bitch like *Skrrr!* yeah, you mama Chop it up with her, tell her I'm trying to chop her Then finish her, cut the bitch up, she get baraka'd When you talk that real shit to them real simps You sound like a true mobster But in the presence of another real nigga Your pepper spray is like a binaca to a Rottweiler Let's put them bars to the test you know, real quick Let's see if your real shit could equal up to some REAL real shit I got a partner from a lil loc I came with We both from the hood, both didn't have fathers Our life story the same shit Except I chose to be famous and he chose the gang shit Doing the gang shit, that heroin got 'em and it changed him When he sober, he see me and it's a head nod When he high, he nodding off looking at me like a stranger So you could sit on stage and lie and spit your nice raps You trying to win a battle, I'm trying to win my nigga's life back See how easy I just made him look cheesy? This fucking rap nigga Rex only look greasy in front of them rap geeks them Mac Miller's I don't fuck with these Dot Mob niggas, it's that simple We could never see eye to eye because it's beef And with beef, I see shit from one side like Jack Thriller Look like Harlem don't control shit in this motherfucking city Y'all hear the nigga snitching and still pitching Harlem couldn't control Nicki Harlem can't control ASAP, he make Texas music and sip sizzy Harlem can't control they hoes, Jim Jones can't even control Chrissy Tonight I'm the controller, fall right, last year I left up in the air I ain't get down about it pop, I came back with this baby uzi Head shaking like a dual shock Unbutton my top button, hop up in that square Where any nigga in your circle, fuck waiting I swing first, I start shit like the X button on PlayStation [Round 2: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just spit It ain't gon’ equal up to this real shit Hitman had you beat, Big Gerald made it debatable But my pops ain't here to adlib an ain't no saving you My pops also taught me how to pick it up and cock back But since we on the level of pop, I'ma send you up to where my pop at I ain't come here to rap about this nigga's waves or his haircut Cause I can give that blade a wave and have everybody in here cut I'm a scalp him til his spine is broken, he can't stand us Paralyze him, make him appreciate trying to stand up New Sig help me do some cruel shit Like putting a hollow tip bullet in this dude wig It's too big, it got a scope and a new lens Even if it's miles away it helps me zoom in Back shots have his head gone, hollows have his legs torn You can't dodge death dog, unless you got lotion made of Teflon Or every time you get out your bed you you’re your vest on I'm a different man, I clap him with the left, then switch the hand And post a pic of his head split on Instagram This revolver wouldn't jam, not even a little But if he do, lima beat him with the handle, I'm all dribble Believe or not this is word to Jesus socks Squeeze and pop that Glock until his Caesar drop If he balling this where his season stop You won't know whether to call Q-Tip or the cops The way his breathing stop (Breathe & Stop) This nigga mad gay, I'ma let that Mac spray When I say I'm dumping the clips, I don't mean emptying an ashtray When I say I'm dumping the clips, I don't mean Charlie on his last date When I say I'm dumping the Clipse, I don't mean Pharrell on a mad day Relax with Rex cause them killers will be at your neck They was trained to use them Macs they like an apple tech Relax with Rex, them killers will be at your neck And you know where them killers gon be pointing? At your apple, Tecs No, relax with Rex my killers will be at your neck My shooters coming from Philly, guess who gon spill his apple, Tec! Anybody could lose, but ifs different, he got 3-0'd That's what happens when you fuck with a Harlem nigga on beast mode That .45 will give him 6, I get 'em Cee-Lo'd Have kids downloading his death just like a cheat code Ayo this nigga was talking all that Harlem shit right? Me? I'm Paid In Full, Lulu my people The DEA they try to give me a charge, called it Rico Run up on your man Mitch like, that's them 12 kilos And tell my story at the end, I'm Aceyto We not equal, this nigga's a punching bag Just for that I got bombs for hooks and I got guns for jabs School of Hard Knock, I ain't ever been an undergrad They ran the block I got the same position that my brother's had I knew how to cut coke before cutting class Nickels? 12/12 skinnys, weed in a oven bag No bank account, your shoe box or your duffel bag I'm serious, shit he rap about be getting me fucking mad The shit he rap about is cool if that's what the fans like My fault Diddy I rap serious cause I'm seriously living a grown man life You know that selling work on the corner, that hand to hand life Burner only sit up straight, when I got my pants tight Them shotgun shells is red and lime green When I squeeze it look like a Gucci crime scene Them shotgun shells is red and lime green When I squeeze, I'm Gucci before the crime scene I was all at your city, at the slip and at Bottoms Up If you slip, then you getting hit from the bottom up Take me bout a half an hour to load that chopper up I ain't coming to speak when I any I'm willing to chop it up Mook wanted 25K to kill a nigga that's ill For that 10K Diddy got I'll kill this nigga for real Mook wanted 25K to kill a nigga that's ill For that 10K Diddy got I'll kill this nigga for real Y'all already know my slogan, THIS NIGGA DEAD!!! [Round 2: Aye Verb] I told my bruh I had Rex next, he said Rex a bull, don't get murked Right then and thurr, I made sure every punchline was ughh! Just Berserk I watched all this nigga's battles and got a confidence burst Cause his rd rounds be uhhh, his 3'd even worse So you like a bitch on government assistance Rex You only good on the first He told III what comes around goes around So every time you come around you letting go a round Wrong! Not where we from, cause if you come around and let go a round you don't get a second You and the nigga that drove you both getting wetted Y'all get buried together, that's a common ground Comes around, goes around, common ground Whatever, that's my style I started it With a rhyme an smart and shit, it sound like some retarded shit You said since me and Hitman battled we some fake ass rappers That's why I know you ain’t from the hood cause when you in the hood You throw hands with your nigga and then you shake hands after You let a nigga tell you I was soft and you believed it yourself? Well how bout, fuck the rest of my 2"d round Rex We can square off right now Rex and bitch nigga you can see for yourself It's too easy to break 'em down, URL spoils me nigga And X-Factor address mine, so it's only right that we address his loyalty nigga Before we go, Rex, do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God? Nah of course he don't Did you go to St. Louis and say, and I quote "All the shit that we'd a done, all the ways Smack eating from He wouldn't of sold not one of them DVD's if my face wasn't on the cover. Not even one." Then you took it a step further and this where it stop being fun Cause you start joking, screaming out Cheech & Chong In front of Smack Korean son Now Smack his big bruh and a lot of shit for me he's done But we don't talk on the phone like that So how the fuck I'm supposed to know he got a Korean son? This fucking scum! Who left URL and went to Battle America After Hitman built Battle America, found out dude was a snake and left Dude came to you like, "Rex you a straight vet, you gon’ be our new face, yep." You think ifs a coincidence that you and Hitman both dark skin Y'all both aggressive, hoods even pump the same set? Dumb ass! Seneca just needed a new Bad Boy to clone Holla sound So nigga that makes you Loon after Ma$e left You got any nigga in your corner that can vouch for your realness? I need them on the stage and cross examine your witness Cause you a dick jumper, a switch Sider, you get jumped, don't get live You just lie, won't kill nothing or let shit die You not street, you get drunk, you babble off the liquor You guilty of being a fraud Smack, bang the gavel on this nigga Throw 'em under the jail, throw some gravel on this nigga I'll get a blade, take four steps in his lane and poke on him Travel on this nigga K-Shine be out here yelling out "Get that nigga Rex!" Nigga y'all was in St. Louis buying pussy just to get you niggas sex I thought with y'all New York swag y'all could've talked something through But Rex and Shine weren't the only niggas buying pussy Goodz bought some too I shouldn't even waste bars on these niggas fam' The pussy stock market rise in St. Louis when these niggas land I ain't got no beef with you, bitch! You think beef is some Twitter shit? I'm talking that real nigga shit, like beef is when my diet change For 30 days it's Ramen Noodles, no lobster tails And I'm in yo’ hood hunting you, in a cheap motel With a rusty .38 and a box of shells You think beef is some Twitter shit? I'm talking that real nigga shit Like beef is when I follow your gal to the gym, cop a membership Wait til she leave yoga class and bend the bitch You think beef is some Twitter shit? I'm talking that real nigga shit Y'all married to that sucks shit, that's why sucks shit approach ya I propose that y'all engage in some get back And quit acting like hoes bruh Provoke us and y'all gon’ see toasters, like we wedding gift opening And all my niggas shoot from long range Like J.J. Reddick was coaching 'em [Round 3: T-Rex] Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said It ain't gon’ equal up to this real shit I'ma be honest Verb, I don't got nothing against you, that's real shit Mickey Factz my man, but stop stopping the crowd from booing They don't wanna hear bullshit Sometimes when niggas in a battle they enter a lose-lose It be the opponents at certain times these dudes choose Cause on this URL stage it be kinda hard to choose who's who Cause for two years in a row at summer madness Smack needed a sacrificial lamb and he choosed you He wanna talk some real nigga shit, I'ma do it to You think Smack really feeling you nigga? If he throw a battle in your town, of course he gotta chill with you nigga But I'ma keep it real with you, he ain't feeling you niggas That's why he got all the new guys on stage Getting kilt by his original niggas I know everybody saw that blog he did, right? So let’s get to the picture, give us the details Did she send it through a fax? Did she send it through an email? Or did that shit come straight thru your phone right to a damn text And your homo ass looked at that picture, saw I was packing and said "DAMN Rex!" Let me ask him one more thing, did you tie your shirt up in the back put on some spandex Look in the mirror then looked at that picture then go, "DAMN Rex!" Or did you do a front hand stretch and looked at that picture ag-Fuck it I'll have bullets all through his man Wreck Bullets going all through him ripping all through his damn flesh Blood all over the place, it's a damn mess Doctor standing over his body going "DAMN REX!" The raps I do it could go through the radio The shit that I be doing I'm letting the 80 blow Had to do that Busta Rhymes flow going crazy yo Now let's get back to this picture, who sent it to you? Was it Chaz with the green eyes or is it Chasity? Goodz fucked, Shine fucked, he's fucked And they said "Rex you can go after me." Any other nigga would've been thirsty, I mean glad to be But it was a sign on her behind that said "Capacity" Ayo but I'm not mad at she cause hoes do hoe shit Like suck a nigga whole dick, fuck a nigga whole clique Or send a nigga her own pic But she also did a little pillow talking about yo' bitch She told us Verb girl name is Armani and things She be on backpage.com selling her body and things For a couple of them molly's she'll hop in your Range I gave her A E, you should've seen how me and Armani Exchanged I was all through this nigga's city, niggas was telling me about you dude It's more shit than you getting punched in the face on Youtube They told me about some grimy shit that you do And you roll with a couple of niggas that let they tool shoot But when that police got 'em in that dark room, he cartoon He start giving the Blue's Clues Now even though you told with your greasy ass Them bullets gon’ go straight through, they got EZ Pass No-no, I said even though you tolled with your greasy ass Them bullets gon’ go straight- fuck it I could hit anybody in your crew with Tecs Cause to be honest III would've told you there's nothing you can do with Rex You want it with war? Let's meet up and let the pumps off This letter is to you, P.S. I'm at your front door These Glocks will get 'em detoxed, I mean drug off Or that can will put him in the air just like a jump ball I damage rap niggas, them hammers clap victims If he live he'll need a van with a handicap sticker I use the mug, thirsty to let the tooly blast It’s ironic how shooting could make a nigga pass Verb can't do nothing with me, I'll whip his ass Me losing to you? Tah (Utah), you talking Jazz I start fire drills with that 9 When that thing start ringing, everybody get in line They say death come in 3's and it' 3 niggas by the side Now they trying to decide which one of 'em is gon’ survive Now don't cheat me and say this man won Cause that s exactly what the judge gon give me, man one Murder in the first degree with a handgun Ayo nah I'm joking Mickey, they gon’ give me a man 2 Cause I ain't just kill you, I killed your man too Cocked it, put one in his head, gave his man two Cause if I take the risk/wrist I might as well take the hand too It's drama, pop 'em, hit that nigga chest Let that Llama, cock IT I drop IT rip through that nigga vest Let it go "pop-pop-pop-pop-poppa" go get that nigga wet K-Shine in the back yelling "GET THAT NIGGA REX!!!!" I'ma cock it, I'ma pop it I'ma empty the trey 8 And be standing over his body with the Stevie J face You see I'm leaving with this nigga head I ain't even have to do that round but... THIS NIGGA DEAD! [Round 3: Aye Verb] This time I'ma kill you by simply keeping it real And showing the whole world how much of a lil nigga you is Mixed with a little son in you, like you Theo, I'm Bill Wait, y'all hear that? I hear the music of Set It Off playing The part when Cleo got killed Summer Madness I feel a cold coming This the round where you see his nose running This the round where I take the soul from him This the round where I educate Rex on how to be a better man And in lights to get further, he needs change It's time I take that toll from him Ain't this a bitch! All of a sudden you pro New York These your kin folk homie? Well aye New York! When I was finna battle Math Hoffa Who y'all think was giving me all the info on him? Tell the truth Rex you might as well You look just like a rat, but you don't got a tail SLOW IT DOWN! I said you look just like a rat, but you don't gotta tell Oh fucking well, he ordered Verb, I'm like "Which version?" That wit person or that Swiss surgeon? Either or I'll take him out like a bitch splurging Get nervous, if I breeze through, 112 and don't even speak to you My right hand is waving a 5, but I ain't greeting you Left hand, your bitch on my line she any she leaving you You sending dick pictures online, she can't believe this you Damn fraud, nigga you ain't start rapping no real shit Til you started fucking with Dan Barz Difference between me and you, I close my eyes and scenes rewind Then I talk that shit, you watch niggas lives and write battle rhymes Rex you was taught that shit An OG told me, "The man that knows he knows nothing, knows everything." Get some bread you put some to the side, don't blow everything Never give a fuck about words, so everything Beef come just be a little more aware and load everything Grown ass man I'm on that grown man tip You rep grown man bars but don't say grown man shit Like you think it's cool to hang in the hood and post in front of the store? That's only cool for old fools that never done it before When you a kid that has nothing you grow and want an much more He must've never wore a pair of XJ900's before I'm confused, he say he raise the Llama But I heard he ain't raise his voice at Tsu Surf For him and his boys getting on camera Running your baby mama Now ifs cool for niggas to fuck your BM if you don't date the bitch I would've told Surf, "Nigga you can smash all you want But lil nigga don't tape the shit Cause film is forever and I don't want my kid to face the shit What if he flip out on me and get on some old crazy shit?" I'm nothing like you, I hate you battle rapping ass niggas They run a train on your kids mother and you be dapping these niggas? Why you ain't smacking these niggas? Where all them straps you be gripping? The put on a show with your baby mama Why you ain't clap at these niggas? You ain't a father, you a fuck boy You ain't a motherfucking G You a coward, you a clown, some shit that I'ma never be The well being of the child is most important you fool Ayo Rex! That's the way your son gon’ talk to you!
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