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[Round 1: DNA] Said there's nowhere to escape now bitch Soon as they said we was gonna do this on Volume 3 everybody started havin’ panic attacks And I just feel like I got demoted Now he havin' cold sweats, his walls closin' in cause he can’t get a top opponent So I'ma make my foe be a (phobia) bitch in this small room, now he claustrophobic I'm 'bout that They knowin' I'ma lead, to URL I'm the house cat And the moment Smack rode in with the cheese, it got Mause (mouse) trapped You 'bout to tell us that you not the snitch but who’s the snitch That’s still snitchin', that doesn’t sound tough Cause real niggas in the buildin' know, when you get charged with somethin' you supposed to take the rap and keep your mouth shut Now y'all ain’t remember when Raekwon snuffed Joe Buddens and he almost dropped to the ground Well that pertains to our situation and y'all gotta know now Cause every time I asked to battle he would say Yung Ill washed me Like you wasn't the nigga that tried to plot on my round So just like Joe on live chat you tried to cover it with Ice pack for this not (knot) to go down But now we here Cool and I got the first witness And now ya lives endin' for tryin' to butt in (Budden) to Disney business It's too late to revoke, I got nothin' but hate for this vulture And the beam on the side of Mause (mouse) gonna change the state of the culture Picture his childhood, Bronx blocks Hustlers sellin' coke and dope And there go little Mark Williams Starin' at the Stop Snitchin' poster slow You wasn't supposed to say jack but the more he aged he forgot how it's supposed to go What I'm tryin' to say is Before mine tell (Montel) Williams they'll let the holster (host a) show Commercial break, y'all remember when Honda had this nigga dancin' and rappin' awkwardly? The cameras come on, all his friends like, "I remember when Factz supported me." His baby like, "Baby let's go for a walk." You like, "Hmph. That's insulting me." So they took away the Accord to make you act accordingly Told his parents, "Wait 'til you see our V." I'm like, "He gotta embellish it." But once you let your bills pile it (Pilot) only took one eye to see (Odyssey) that you outta your Element It ain't no secret, maybe they let you lease it Well I'm done clowin' this bitch And since you ain't own the Car, Factz (Carfax), well I ain't get the run down on a whip Damn homie, when you was on that Freshman cover you was the man homie What the fuck happened to you? See it takes rounds to break down why we ain't seen this nigga from the X excel (XXL) Was it cause he dropped a bunch of mixtapes and got no reviews? Nah, it's cause when you turned the page, the issue at hand is you couldn't Show & Prove We all seen you mixtapes, but in battle rap you a rookie And I don't got respect for suckers New Glock? Nah, I just give his class an old .9 ('09), I got this Freshman covered Your currency (Curren$y) was low, cause Corey had a mili and you wanted a piece of that Asher Roth ran them colleges, Blu puttin' you on tour was a decent act You and Cudi's career? Day and night ('Day N' Nite') Ace Hood 'Hustle Hard' just to see a plaque And you know all this shit the truth, pay attention while I'm speakin' Factz Factz, ya industry career, all lost dreams Factz, you made a song that said your bank account had 414 Factz, I know you wish you could've saw more green And now it's your turn to pass, but it ain't magic when many ring And then my crew all bang, and then it's New York slang I'm gettin' "facts" after everything You made a mistake with Danja, don't let them bloggers hype ya skills And now you tryin' to make a come back off your last error (era) You spent too much time with Millz You wanna fight? Swing on me? Oh you gon' die for real But before he can die Jive dropped him like when he signed the deal It's one murder case, all it takes to shine the kill That means I make my blood circulate and let the iron peel They tryin' to force the truth about me about what happened to his body Cause when they find it, ill, cause the only thing they seen was Factz' remains, and he's lying, still The only seen half of the Factz like they ain't get it all it together After the fact, the culture gon' be mourning forever Matter of fact, I shoot out the brain matter of Factz And now I'm gatherin' Factz: I think I got my story together You went from King Of The Dot to URL Beasley told me you would switch your plan of attack So of course you gonna try to get Gully with Eric But it's just not organic (Organik) to Smack Everybody say "Mickey's too lyrical" but this room is evidence that I'm damagin' that Cause their whole case changed once DNA tampered with Factz You gon' see if It's Dark And Hell Is Hot when you sittin' in the morgue Aye, they asked me 'How It's Goin' Down', now you know, I'm grippin' on a .4 See these 'Niggas Done Started Something' when they picked me for this war Now see what this nigga from the X get? Soon as I hear, "It's me, 'Mickey'" at the door Aye Mickey how could you doubt and belittle me? If I give him a shell then I'll put him out of his misery This is World War One, cause this amounting to victory And if these bullets are the Factz (artifacts) then you about to be history Smack is bald, Verb is vegan...and this camera is black And if y'all was confused what I was doin' I just gave y'all an example of facts [Round 1: Mickey Factz] You been saying my name for 7 years, and got ignored like a bitch call Fuck your false flagging, handicapped, gang bangin' mother, nobody cares if the Crip walk Beasley called me for you, I said "Whats the point, I'll pass." Dish off more than Chris Paul I'm surprised you made it this far, since you and K Shine share a Zip car He gon' have a bunch of name flips y'all, but I ain't pissed off This punishment capitol, thought we was in North Dakota how the fans was saying, "Handle ya biz Mark (Bismark)!" But don't say he's 'Just A Friend', lets pretend, he a big boss I'll tase you, till you start leakin' fluid pussy, ain't no beatin' this charge (discharge) Nevertheless, this footage will show, I give that grim hoodie feel Your Ascension is next...and the reaper (Reepah) done got booked for real Beasley paid me to be a Hitman, so I took the deal After I Showout with these punches, which Eric gon' foot the bill? Chill, nervous student He bit off more than he can chew with my pen, I'ma mean lyricist He just seem intricate Y'all give em plates, well I'ma hook em up to IV since he feed into it Emotional, cause if he start freestyle rebuttallin' and don't sense the crowd loving it He'll prolly quit, like he did with Emine... my bad for bringing it up, that was foul (Fowl) wasn't it? Lay em out, then put hands and feet on em, fuck a massage room Beasley said you ready for Eric B? Long as I'm Paid In Full, I'ma 'Pump Up The Volume' Then he said, "Wait, you bodied Daylyt so over there, so over here you can't do bad." Well shit, I'm James Brown and he my son and 'Poppa's Gotta A Brand New Bag' Okay, you let your let machete spray, I get it, cause some rifles gotta blade on it But when a fan recite it, they look stupid and get blamed for it 6 shooter, and each bullet got ya name on it Forensics find em with no ID, but knew it was you, cause the shells had DNA on it When you hit 18, we let you rock, we'd figure you would grow up with ya bars But after 21 jack, all bets was off when you showed up on the card Roll up with ya squad, i want smoke, came close but no cigar You a wretch calling me a clown is a gag, well if I'm it (vomit), why you throw up on the job Smack, he tried to one upchuck, hoping for extra life, but he seeing death Be my guest, Disney bars, he was gassed on this platform, fire from my hands will heat ya head This prince rose to clock his face, give this Beast respect Every word good, I emerge to purge, I got your nerves shook You battled Nu Jeruz to push Twork? I'm tryna say shit to get a Twork push Go in the mirror, I want you to tell me how the dirt look And niggas want you to stop with the Jerseys Like right when we bout to see Surf cook Lemme bring that line back in Ray Lewis jersey, for 52 weeks you been raving (Raven) 'bout this rhyme action I'm drunk, tryin' to throw him over a boat, telling the cops, "We just kayaking." Wait... you was smoking puttin' this outfit on... thinking it's high fashion Who dressed you? Lemme guess...you I can tell you did it, I would be helpful and help you with it But....I really can't help you niglet Plus I heard you had plans to get a fresh tooth? But it fell through didn't it? You gon' talk about my bread too, like Cortez crew ain't lend you digits You on the menu I stepped cool in the venue clicking Crazy, with two straps over my shoulder like a Bellevue visit And I took off from the gate without a Jet-Blue ticket Now 'Back That Ass Up', I been nice from the '99 to the 2000's as a Juvenile Line it up here, straight over ya eye, that's a uni-brow You a clown, he wouldn't shoot a round at a shoot-around Put em down after I bow (BAOW), that's a Goonie round You belong in the Proving Grounds, Barry Reese should be super proud Four bar setup? Dawg, that's a Cass' trait, we all knew the style Who could (hookah) lounge, when I'm smoking in the spot? Put the hose to ya mouth, upload, wave, then zip em up, he a computer music file And I did it with the MAC, so I'm sending him to the clouds Lemme coach you for now, whatever movie crowd, this broad cast in I'll gun butt em til his eye is like Hubie Brown (hue be brown) Or the nozzle in the space where we see it's no tooth allowed Bury him alive underground with no map, Smack, he gon' need a new route canal This biblical I should get A. Ward to baptize ya Or have Saga tie ya to a Pathfinder and drive, you'll be a backslider I'd rather let it sing till it hit you in ya soul like a black choir Quagmire, his cheek get swole You getting cayenne cooked, like chef's in Thailand, my guys land hooks President of my gang and we jump niggas, I am Bush (ambush) Tell this tramp, we amped, be gone I'ma phenom JayBlac, I'ma split him in half No more callin' him the Champ...peon (Champion) 1-0, nothin' 'bout that debatable nigga Wait 'til this next round Got crazier shit to say to you nigga [Round 2: DNA] I was playin' possum, while you and your niggas was poppin' shit about me on the blogs, tryin' to trick the media I said, "Ain't none of y'all about shit." That go for everyone in Mause clique, I'm sick of seein' ya All this, "He can't beat me with the O-Red material." That shit deceiving ya Cause I got bio first, just to get Factz on sight (site); Wikipedia Ya name Mark Williams, you was born in 1982, that's why this line is genius Cause you 36, I'm 27 {gun clicks} and here's the .9 between us Who you been sparrin' wit'? Chilla? Well in this arena (Serena) you better hope your shit the meanest Cause ten is (tennis) goin' to whoever give the assist (a sis') to Williams And Smack, don't make [?] (Venus) Let's get it in You had a Rocky trainer, but now a don is (Adonis) in Mickey Gym Get in shape, lift the weights before I split ya chin I'm a fool with the Taurus, might hit a limb So the judgement is bad for him, I'm a simpleton (simple ten) The TEC louder, it's lead showers if you take Rain lightly, it's drizzlin' And then I'll give the rest a dent (resident) in any room that you sit us in (citizen) What you thought? Cause he was Crippin' in Cali that was a Nitty win? Well I still had shit landin' (land and) overseas (over seas); amphibian You can't be so fire as a ghostwriter if you gotta say it yourself You a known liar You mean to tell me you put hits on all these other niggas albums while yours stay on the shelf? Well that's the shit we not buyin' Get Rich Or Die Tryin' Oh it ain't a Curtis (occur this) nigga playin' himself The .50 'Outta Control' and when the guns come out I be makin' a Massacre So Marcus got a [?] oh I'ma clap a tre at this character I seen you gon' do the believably angle Cause some of the fans gon' say, "You on one Factz." Like ever since I did the rocket launcher pose, none of y'all don't believe I ever palmed one gat Well I'll admit, I was 15 since I let a small one clap But it's muscle memory cause soon as I lift the arm it'll all come back Whatchu know about fightin' witcha pops cause he abusin' on ya mother? Or givin' ya cousin a gun but havin' to take it back because he tried to use it on his brother See we wasn't always Criminal Minded But had to sleep with the ratchet cause we scared of losin' one another KRS-One, By All Means Necessary, I kept the Uzi on the (under) cover The Bronx keep creatin' it, Queens keep on fakin'- man that song, I hated it But since you cut from that cloth, I cut the fabric And this revenge for MC Shan, I brought a couple ratchets As far as bullets, a ton will (tunnel) fuck up his passage So yeah 'The Bridge Is Over' but whoever's under passes (underpasses) I'm gettin' busy, Nina is loyal, she's stickin' wit' me Razor, spectacular Bluestar; Pretty Ricky Gun, I'm cozy wit' it, Twork said the target was this nigga Nitty So I started druggin' Rum, but somehow I slipped to Mickey You like to do letter force and tell black people about their credit scores Like, "You'll be left in a slum If you don't got 720 or better you'll be dead in a month." Well that's a lie cause with a .357 I can get whatever I want Who I'm battlin'? Mickey? Mark? Mause? Or is it Renegade? That's my target I reached it Mickey a bitch, Marcus- man your whole squad in a precinct, I got the Blueprint On the .9, 11 See that bar was decent, and I got an M-16 (Em' 16) for 'Renegade' And don't make me go to the car to (Carter) release it Take your favorite battler Put him against an industry dude who they make the challenger Then they let vultures in the culture, every time they get paid they make a Massacre But we outweigh in caliber You keep switchin' from Mickey Mause to Mark, you the main ambassador And the reason why the scene's fucked up, stop breakin' character I'm really wit' the shits Y'all know a nigga's soft when you tell a nigga, 'Get a bitch" And as far as you winnin' this second round, that's a stretch Mark, I'm serious (Serius) with Clips You wanted the small room, we could've did this on Summer Madness But look at him tryin' to act up on person But we all know Mark is (Marcus) Smart, he ain't wanna take it back up to Irving All them Lux mannerisms is cause you lackin' ability On this turf you need natural delivery Or you gon' get torched on this land Mark (landmark); The Statue Of Liberty I'm more pissed, then I hit up Rain, grabbed the four fifth And he keep it by the foot Mark, all they seen is my dawg prints Let's start with Mark You never made a mark to start Like did nothin' remarkable, that's why you can't market Mark They not impressed Mark, so they bench Mark Cause they never like Mark at heart And now he's dead, and it's like Ted the bear will be next to Marky Mark If y'all don't wanna see me give Mickey D's then y'all should leave now Cause whoever preach will get the Big MAC, like they start and rebound Pppt pppst, and you gon' get a burst of bullets, each round So it's either your clique hurries or I'ma give Mick' flurries (McFlurries) 'til the machine down [Round 2: Mickey Factz] This battle was easy to tackle, quit fumbling, this real legit pummeling You getting killed Superbad, word to my state ID, Mick lovin' (McLovin) it Complete gritty, this geek sweet, y'all thought he would compete? Really? Well I gave you the shot, and once it came outta st john, he died, Malik Sealy 120 battles, ya missin' tooth, how you on ESPN every year? Your retarded faces NWX In K-Shine's fight with Chess, how you almost left in despair Whatever else that's predictable, that people use against you, I won't mention it here So everybody grab ya asthma pumps, it's time for a breath of fresh air I've known Clips before you, and he wasn't playing c-lo on the corner Then he met you, and ended up broke, in the casino outta order But that's ya brother tho It's crazy how you rep him You go with him to roulettes, lose bets, he be too stressed and you don't painfully regret it? Gamblin' ya friendship is criminal, and you aiding in the betting (and abetting) URL don't respect you, they dropped Twork vs Chess, then Twork vs Suge And before we ever see DNA vs Twork, we'll prolly see Twork vs Goodz It's December 15th that battle still ain't dropped Why you let 'em vault that? And let this footage not come out, it's gon' be a real Infinity War Smack And I ain't aiming for his head, I'm aiming for the shit that he threw, the thorax (Thor ax) Fall back, cause you know everything I say all facts But hang on scrap, you the real reason Head ICE ain't on Smack Long story short, my man called me and told me "Yo, this nigga ICE dissed his girl. Had the little nigga heated Tried to poke ya chest out, but ya heart was frigid and anemic I mean, literally freezing And before the line dropped, my man said he saw ICE fishin' for a reason I called back like, "Wait a second, he wouldn't leave his crew. He had to get his front on son." He said, "Nah son, this time it was only with Beasley, and had ICE elated for the 1 on 1." I said, "Wait a second. Is there footage?" He said, "Yeah, the kid almost got his cap twisted Uncle Ra got the child proof so." You can bring up the shit about Budden, I don't avoid the wild truth But when you alone and you see ICE, nigga turn into the Boy That Cried, "WOLF!" This nigga fake, I should spit in ya ridiculous face But I'ma sit and wait, real quiet, I don't instigate Trip em, soon as I spot him, lift the iron and this is fate and I'm standing over the nigga body like I'm liftin' weights Big mistake Cause you 'bout to say some dumb shit like "Bring water ya back yard... cannonball I draw and will (wheel) fire first... neanderthal The tre young, and I'll put the bird to ya chest... Atlanta Hawks." Stupid ass bars, punchlines that don't make sense and random bars A bunch of dumb shit, with your hands and all And everybody gon' go crazy for that shit and applaud Meanwhile I'm breakin' DNA down better than a scientist Chin made of glass, still ain't got that frontal though, I admit At least you ain't get a Blue Tooth, but he on the jaw wire list The fire lit, I'ma body ya, stenographer, I was hype typing this Quiet down, cause you just wrote a round of head scratchers; psoriasis Violence, me and my pack take pride in this, a lion since This pussycat was never in the jungle, that's the truth and I'm defining just where the lyin' (lion) is Stomp him, till he feel the pain from the foot, no podiatrist Snub nose, sinuses, let it spread viruses And if Big T jump in, silencers, now he no longer the quietest I'm wrecking his environment, they wanted me to shake the room now you caught up in an earthquake He tried to size Mick' (seismic) wave It ain't my fault lines been ground breaking in the first place Y'all let this herb say anything! To the point, he don't think believability matters But that made him wacker Cause now he don't even believe ability matters Mick dapper, Y-3 from the fit to the sneaks He'll (hill) rock gear amounting (a mountain) to nothing, here's the cliffhanger, he say the shit is to steep Big dagger at this inconsiderate idiot's cheek Then blade in his mouth, lets see if he can escape by the skin of his teeth 2-0 ain't nothing bout that debatable nigga Wait 'til the next round, got crazier shit to say to you nigga [Round 3: DNA] Soon as they said, "DNA vs Mickey" all the bloggers said, "This sound like a match." I said it's no stoppin' me, King Of Comedy I get around (a round) with a MAC (Mack) .380 squirtin', baby burpin', you get the pound on the back And then I switch grips, some big shit, switch grips, some big shit, I'm 'bout to go ballistic, let's get down to the Factz You said why I'm always grinnin' when I see you? I said, "Clips, tell this clown to relax." See Chucky (Chuck E) Cheesin' cause I'm finna give a round to a rat You'll find out what's in store, when you're found on your back .40, Menace II Society this a counter attack (counterattack) I caught his moms before dinner, it's a family of three now SM7, let's see what you can take from the meal (mil') like a Reed round Dezi in the left, somethin' in the other hand like in the meanwhile So this cat (Katt) Williams better stand up or fiend down Arms, both up like "So what?" Or your boss head in-between the subs; cold cuts The toast up, and I know stuff I'll have my man from behind lick (Heimlich), Maneuver or be choked up You was born on July 13th, your Zodiac's a cancer And I ain't gon' talk about this for half of the battle Headshot, Factz will unravel And whoever stuck in this shell see why this crab get the barrel You don't want war, the signs show, you crack under pressure And y'all better know that Talk about y'all the rulers of the moon Well tell the scope (telescope) that You know who you are? The DJ Akademiks of battle rap Cause you move like a vulture You got nothin' to do with this culture But always try to tell us what to do with the culture And Daylyt's Tekashi, this time I'm [?] Cause there's a blog and you said he wasn't a troll until he met you So what you told him? "Forget rhymes, times change"? Then you switched sides Diss this Crip guys, like that don't coincide with the big time 9 tre's And if his Zodiac's a Cancer, then how could you ever come at 69 sideways? I hate you nigga, but this is how it has to be In this culture, you could never talk stats with me I put a 150 in this shit, even did a match for free As far as the Summer Madness 2 sponsor, that was me Nikiya workin' with King Of The Dot, that's attached to me So when a Massacre make profits, I should get the tax with fees I'm the nigga that brought Harry to URL, you don't believe ask and see Now think, "If DNA wasn't in this culture" where battle rap would be The 2 on 2's, ESPN, that was me WWE promos, that was me And you a has been on the sideline, it's sad to see So how the fuck is the nigga opinionated talkin' Factz wit' me? What? You got some advice from Lupe? That was you good luck move? Well I brought a good pump through It hit floors, leavin' your men tore (mentor) with somethin' they can look up to This rappin' is a test, we was actually convinced That you was top notch but then stock dropped, now you battlin' for rent You and Lupe was in the same league but he was crashin' with the hits But if you are what you say you are a 'Superstar' you wouldn't have had us in suspense Cause he took the style you kicked, pushed and it's been a Fiasco ever since You been prolongin' this ass whoopin' And everywhere, I could've did this in the spring you picked the December date But I ain't trippin' I guess since he boo'd up he ain't wanna take an L in May Oh y'all ain't know? This nigga Mickey Factz got a wife and her name is "Iesha" This nigga is married married To the point where she be stressin' about the money that he makin' Like, "Baby this industry shit ain't gon' cut it. Go back to battle rap Fuck ya past relations." If she pregnant, I catch her coolin' at the 'Playground', you know, runnin' back and pacin' Stomach shot 'Iesha' won't have Another Bad Creation I heard she sick with somethin' though, look at him tight, mean muggin' It's called Fibromyalgia but I confused it with arthritis when the heat dumpin' And I know that's a tender spot for what this joint (disjoint) this E's (disease) comin' Like I'm reachin' for the [?] like I need somethin' While my trigger finger itchin' like a fiend comin' I catch him at the crib, his knees bucklin' And then pile ten in like the D's comin' Random Factz, these are random facts I was listenin' to your music and right before pressin' start I see the cover to your Mause mixtape and I got a question Mark See there's been some things that I've been waitin' to say Cause if y'all don't know his character on that mixtape was an 80's graffiti artist that died from AIDS And I think he made a mistake Cause on the tape he was cool with Jean Basquiat, Andy Warhol and Keith Haring And y'all think cause they pavin' the way But what y'all don't know is all three of them painters were gay Now I'm not sayin' you gay But I'm sayin' you gay If these was football rules you'll be under review, changin' the play So if at the end of the tape you die from AIDS and all them niggas- You know what? You was just concerned with the raps What? You get a gay fan base you'll be on to some plaques? You're delusional, and so far from reality But I guess you had no other alternative, Factz But see when you hate a nigga like this you gotta study the opposition So I started writin' in my composition And then when I got to the name Mickey Factz, ding: contradiction Cause your first name's Mickey, which is a fictional character But then it becomes tricky Cause your last name's Factz which means "real" but something about you is just iffy That's why y'all will have to listen cause his ass is trippin' You better make up your mind nigga, which one is it? Fact or fiction? I ain't come to play So don't get amped I'm still The Champ, might get another belt Suck my dick, fuck your bitch, fuck her health It's NWX we run this shit, we the ones that's felt And I don't wanna hear y'all say the culture robbing (Robin) Williams, he hung himself! Round 3 it's gettin' hot in here, Smack Volume 3 you know my slogan (Get him the fuck outta here!) Hell no, he died get his ghost the fuck in here One industry nigga down get King Los the fuck in here! [Round 3: Mickey Factz] Instead of taking this battle, you was better off hugging a Cactus Jack Going against a young Mick Foley You only really good at rebuttaling Mr. Ed, that makes you a one trick pony I don't mean to beat a dead horse, but your supporters think your rap pen dry Your followers move with you though, even when you don't got an electric line, its something ya fans let slide And that's the main reason I'ma break DNA down to the last enzyme In Jurassic Park, mosquito's were covered in sap, and the blood they extract was to make dinosaurs And to bring em back, they used a frog's DNA to fill in the gaps, and combined it all That's why your a sap, cause the shit from people you extract, is to hide your flaws And that's the main reason you still got that gap, cause you need something to identify as yours Example... we first seen you freestyle against Real Deal, in front of Nigel He had the rightful rebuttal title, he towered over everybody and for you, that was an eyeful (Eiffel) Then you blew up after goin' off the top of your mind And taking from him, proved to us, why you so Hollow inside Case in point I've known you for years, you been dirty, way before early Then right before thirty, you got Conceited and started Wild N Out with the jersey's Slow it down ma, look at how son dress, you took it literal Then turned to a reporter once he had Con in the view (interview) That makes you a replica, not authentic material, that's conditional All the way down to ya rhyme pattern, i seen the Clips in you Chuckie put his hand on ya forehead, transferred his hood vibes Then let his Child Play, after he dolled him up to make him a good guy Then you and K link, now you pacing and punching in every line Why Flex, you want the credit, fine? But why would I credit you for sending shots? Did he (Diddy) make up the style? Never mind It wasn't you behind the bars it was Shine (Shyne) And you got ya slang from Cortez, and never learned Spanish Aww bendito I won't call you a Mexican or an essay 'Tez, that's Don Marino But keep giving em slang, behind the scenes for URL, Chico That's five people, that this nigga keep at bay planted Without their strands of DNA, we would've seen DNA stranded Be blessed... and that movie you referenced got extreme depth Cause time is money and even they knew you couldn't go more rounds with a T-Rex I ain't condoning that, ex couch potato, so for (sofa) that, blaow! A section will (sectional) come out, like where you was dozin' at Finish lines and keep running with it, you getting overlapped Trumping him, easily too, so if you vote for that That's cold, *ch ch* so I'ma give everybody on the poll a (polar) cap He's still underground? From the first round? Root canal Lemme finish the puzzle It's a loco motive, clip with a muzzle Infrared so when he poke his head out, he'll see the light at the end of the tunnel But he's brave, handle hot, it need shade Blazing, D. Wade appreciating the fans, the Heat wave You doing what? Man I'm suited up like I'm cool with Lux Mook what up? You had a chopper with 32 passengers you could tuck Cool, I got the same passengers but my shit is a moving bus So when it transfer over, i just make a move and bust! You should duck Prey on him with the piece at his temple, that's a Buddhist monk Send him a clip with my thumbs up, I'ma movie buff Cause when you hold a gun properly Eric your two thumbs are usually up Where ya hoe? Hit her heart, get his love struck, but that's what Cupid wants, stupid cunt That's what you get caping for the super slut And since she ya heroine, I'm aimin' high and she gettin' drug down after I stopped shootin' up Take it in vein, with a blade and while you slicin' ya little wrist And feelin' a lil' sick, lets get into this Yung Ill shit For years , you called me your enemy Real recklessly Whats the science DNA? Cause We never had good chemistry You had this tendency, of lashing out, well keep that same energy Cause I could use a tool bar for ya mind, but I'd rather refresh ya memory Magic vs QP, you came up to me with your dysfunctional smile And said "I'ma do something crazy! I want you in front of the crowd! Yung Ill getting 3-0'd, I'ma do something great to him." And with all the random spit that came out of Leon Spinks mouth, you never told me what you'd say to him Yung Ill said, it was someone in your crew, you disregarded that You did interviews and dropped diss tracks, I got called a rat For all of that? Me telling Ill? You think I started that? When he made blogs sayin' I diss him? Cause Rich beat him...you think I wanted that? Look no punchline, know all the facts and all the raps I told Verb, you wanted me in the front, here's the awkward catch Verb told Ill what I said, and Ill responded back "I know exactly what he gonna do already, cause someone else informed me that." For years, I was the one they said the snitching was dealt But I been knew who told...and guess what I kept that shit to my self Took the blame, even took the fall, and never once asked for a "Sorry." And still, I will not say who told Yung Ill [Aye Verb] But I will...it was Charlie [Mickey Factz] And I still haven't told "it was Ill" and that's actually a fact But when you think about it, Lux friend's father, Cortez at his house He let the Spanish nigga rat How you think we found out about you on the couch? That nigga been a chatty little rat Now that's a real four bar setup, and I know it don't make sense, but neither does half of all ya raps And since you love clappin' machetes it only makes sense a Clips stabbed you in the back! Factz
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