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[Round 1: Pass] Aye, L.A., I said, y'all ready!? What’s happenin'!? I said, aye, Kannon…(*clap-clap*) You did this shit for a free trip to L.A., my nigga You just happy to be here Nigga, this me vers' myself You just happen to be here! I come back, then disappear, after I crack your hemisphere Have a cannon (Kannon) rappin’ back at Kannon like when he practice in the mirror You clicked wit' Cave Gang for the clout? You corny We seen this shit before That's Kannon (cannon) hidin' in a Cave...but I beat Mario 64! But Kannon ain't hear it Your reception fuzzy? Your antenna bent? Well, I'm the man, and they fear it These niggas all write for each other, can't even handle their lyrics My only ghostwriter is my dead homies when I channel they spirit! I said, Smdllack, lemme grrrat! this nigga! So now I'mma get to the bag But shit, the bigger the body, the bigger the bag So, fat boy, you finna get bodied, so get in the bag This a colostomy: this shit in the bag It’s always, uh, Jordan 3s, or it’s Yeezys Well, throw them shits in a bag So, jump, man (Jumpman) off the side, or you finna get tagged Wait...no? OK, well, it's a different bag Yo’ bitch give out a lot of mouth: she got gift of the gab! Her road head? Fire! Burnt tires, the Michelin smashed Brains on the road...the bitch gettin' ditched like I drifted and crashed Wait, my bad, Kannon You already been forgot about Don't nobody give a fuck about nothin' that your name on Last time niggas had Dedication with Kannon (Cannon), it was the Wayne song! Hands swinging, leave ya whole camp pain when I’m campaigning Your style? Boring You need some flow, some brand changing I'm tellin' this bitch what he should already know: this man's plain (mansplaining) But he can't hang, this is fundamental You just mad no one'll mention you But these bullets stick wit' you no matter what: that's unconditional Pick you apart, your flow stuck: I un-condition you High-definition vivid, but this Kannon (Canon) image is one-dimensional! I'm the man again, you a mannequin Fists of fury leave your picture blurry: I'll crack Kannon (Canon) lens! Wait, hold on, wait, lemme get this straight You a mixed-race Black and Mexican boy from Chicago That mean yo' pops and yo' uncle is Los Pollos Hermanos! You got fried chicken in yo' tacos, and chitlins in your nachos! Is it Cazadores, or Hennessy? I'll hit you wit' the bottle! ‘Til your temple leakin' tomato sauce Turn your shit into gazpacho! Man, you the king of those outdated, recycled bars, and that's your best shit I'm on some next shit You always bringin' up old shit like an ex bitch They just buyin' how you deliver those old throwaways: get off Craigslist! You get shot on the scene: news camera Incredible green: Bruce Banner New hammers, you could die right where you standin' Don't get too out of control If you too loose, Kannon, we might lose Kannon I got a question: I heard you got yo' bitch pregnant...no? Maybe? I hope you got some time to find a better girl Next time, check preferrals My whole team got the neck referral Gave her backshots ‘til her ass was numb: don't need an epidural! That's the main you got!? She says that you complain a lot! She ain't throwin' up the set, but she says she wanna bang the block And I know what got your mind off track - we had to train a thot (of thought)! Yeah, I know, I done heard the worst Yeah, I done heard the worst Right now, I'm chillin' on this clown If my niggas swerve and skrrt!, your feelings on the ground Yeah...word to Twork, bruh, I'm really from The Town! Town Business, nigga! [Round 1: Young Kannon] I said, they booked YK vers' Pass...wurdz Yeah, you'se a name And now I'm doin' the body dirty, like the villain on Pootie Tang You bein' on SMACK, is like the Hoovers chillin' on a Piru block Or the Brims maneuverin' on a 60s set Either way, you gettin' wet wit' a stick: I brought the Swiffer Jet But in Oakland, they say everybody treat you like fam', bro That's why I'm lettin' cans go when I hit San Leandro Pull up like skrrrt! “Aye, y'all niggas know Pass!? But I'm sayin', is that ya man, though?” BRRRRR! Become a stereo-type: that's what I'm sayin', yo (Sanyo)! I'm layin' low, for the right time to let the pistol loose Let a nigga snoop Get a BOW in the crib: that's “Gin and Juice”! Stop playin' wit' me! Caught him off the moon rocks, and put a crater in him! Put a nigga under them white sheets: he Clayton Bigsby! Ridin' wit' the big shit, you gotta lift the hatch to pull it out Two half-moons, make a full one, you know the wolves is out Like, “What the bull about!?” I'm testin' him, seein' if he take the drama route Bomb his scalp I keep the same energy My light bill expensive like ya mama house! It's over, Pass! No, really, it's over, Pass No gas, I burnt the bridge, you can't get over, Pass (overpass)! Funeral, a bunch of fuckin' nerds cryin' over Pass Whoever got a problem wit' it, we gon' lay ‘em down over Pass I air and spray ‘em, wit' a Hollow, man, like Kevin Bacon Got the 12, barkin' in your face: it's interrogatin'! Get a bag, sit him in the sky like he parasailin' Man, gimme a gun and a transporter, I'll be hella straightened ‘Cause all I need is a .40 and a Mule: come get your reparations! BOW! I'll let it ring The next call put your life on hold Got some hittas from Inglewood, yeah, they ride or go Your type flow jokes Me, I like to light fo'fo's Tommy, knock him through the wall like, “Gina, I don't wanna fight no mo'!” You told Brizz Rawsteen, “They got me battlin' this nobody...wit' no bodies…” Three rounds later, you got bodied! He made ya lay down Niggas get victimized when the Cave ‘round That murder was a class act Your blood was on the knife so long, it turned the blade brown! You Duncan Pinderhughes-swag-havin'-ass nigga! Boy, we got the steel in this place I wish you would shop (woodshop) I lay the kid down wit' the drill in his face Like, “Look, nigga, you' gon do all my homework, take my tests, and pass, Pass Or you gon' pass, Pass” Ratchet twist heads in the street, like, “Damn, that bitch got a fat ass!” I'm past go Give him a ten-second head start like, “Pass, go” Monopoly: he catch 200 if Pass go I cock and aim, your block get banged Trade clips: that's a stock exchange No, drop the thangs ‘Cause I get shit moving wit' the hands: I'm Doctor Strange! I'll bring the smoke direct to you if Pass is (passive) aggressive Homing pigeon: take the birds and watch Pass get the message Blast him and stretch him If Pass in a passenger, pass me a weapon Chest shot, then off in the head: that's a manic-depressive Throw a bullet at your homie, let's see if Pass intercept it Give a nigga eye this (itis) with the first mill' (meal): he ain't askin' for seconds Alex was cold in the past, but can't adapt to the present Get ate (8) wit' a stick when I cap a tool (Capital): turn Alex Ovechkin! You in the Bay doin' your Oakland thang, wit' your Oakland gang? Nigga, you a Oakland lame Twin MACs, go, “YA-DA-DA-MEAN!” like Oakland slang! Load and bang, the kickback leave my shoulder strained I'll let my nigga from Texas hold ‘em Let the body flop and turn into a river like a poker game This ain't no timid warning I'm sittin' on him Phone call, my niggas swarm him Caught him runnin' out the wrong side, now the J.R. (Jr.) Smith is on him Shit'll scorch him, lift it on him Morse Code, click it on him Face shot...then step over the body, doin' the Chris Bosh shimmy on him! SOUTH SIDE! South Side, man! Round! Let's get it! [Round 2: Pass] Y'all wanna know what rhyme with “Young Kannon”? (What?) Fuck you, nigga… The fuck is a “Young Kannon”? Who keep on bringin' these new wack shooters in? It's old-schoolers in Oakland shootin' a MAC (Mack): that's Max Julien! What the fuck is a “Young Kannon”? My nigga said, “Stay old-school wit' the barrel, revolver, a pump-action” One-man bandin', your stick can't hit when your drum jammin' All black, holes in your clothes: that's punk fashion! Dumbass! Ain't nowhere for that dunce cap when I'm done cappin'! What kind of Kannon!? Oh, you fire missiles? You wreckin' niggas wit' it? Nah, not that kind of Kannon - only thing you projectin' is a image Oh, yeah… Oh, what, y'all mad at this? Too many “Kannon” flips? Well, that's cool, y'all lame for the stressin' He called himself that: I'm just usin' his name as a weapon! Now that's a gun bar! What, Pass can't do no gun bars, nigga? What y'all think? Y'all really think that I'm very proper? For the record, I don't believe none of these niggas even carry choppers That's make-believe: Harry Potter Major league: Barry Bonds ya You don't know my life! I been through shit, and I'm prepared for karma! When my son was born, I had an AK under my bed, nigga! He wasn't scared of monsters! The fuck!? Pat said to fight back… My bad, I just got sidetracked… I know you seen that one movie, and you ain't like that Your life just like that Spike Lee joint - why's that? ‘Cause Kannon (Cannon) ain't gettin' no pussy in Chi-raq You from Chicago, that's no denyin' Where I'm from, it's ultra-violent Y'all got a higher murder rate, that's where you hold your pride in Lotta R.I.P.s in the O, but them soldiers ridin' Too many shots, it's not a moment silent You Chicago niggas ain't even known for shootin' - y'all known for dyin'! (What the FUCK!?, nigga!? What's happenin'!? Town Mothafuckin' Business! What up, URL?) Homie lyin'! End your shit with 60 shots: Kobe Bryant! Shit lock, we go to riot! This ain't a stepping stone! Kick rocks! You feelin' bolder (boulder), try it! Man, these battle rap niggas always do this shit wit' their fingers, thinkin' they bustin' Ya man done! That's the closest that he ever gon' get to a hand gun! And what!? These punches? Bernard Hopkins: I'll knock you out wit' False pop and jaw droppin', you not about it Tubes in your mouth, you just talk boxin': you Roger Troutman! Don't act surprised! It only take a second to analyze The writings on the wall show this vandal lies (vandalize) It ain't graze you, dude, it's plain fatal, hit between Kannon eyes Your name Pedro, turn you into Saint Pedro: now he canonized! The scope, but up close, it'll burn you like it's magnified Fuck Kannon! Ain't nobody duck Kannon (Canon) - who camera-shy? Aye, why these niggas wanna play me, and act like I ain't been in all parts of this shit!? I ain't sayin' I'm a gangsta, but I ain't a sucka I've seen it all, as hard as it gets May be the pain distorted in the bars that he kicks Just know I'm like a stalker wit' a restraining order Nigga, I'm far from a bitch! I said, what you talkin', nigga? What about yo' mama, nigga? That slaw didn't tell you it'd be days like this? She know I'm from the Town? I'll put that bitch on a track and tell her, “We gettin' paid like this!” Before I let the next nigga hit my weed, I'll let him take my bitch Say some shit, I'll beat ya face Look like I'm tryna break my fists I don't play-play Bay to L.A. for the payday Yo' bitch gon' let me fuck easy (Eazy): this ain't Dre Day You gon' get more than a scratch if that K (Kay) Slay I should go to yo' block in Chicago and yell out, “Tr3yway!” Aye, honestly, Tekashi got me lookin' at you Chicago niggas like, “Damn, somethin' different” It's ironic: 6ix9ine (6-9) got y'all in that fucked position! That's why you can't kick it, Karate Kid! You'd pull up to the hood for the flick, then hop back in the whip faster than Tekashi did Town Business! [Round 2: Young Kannon] Now, it's a damn shame that it's yo' grave they gon' have to pour the Hennessy on You went from Hollow Da Don to Young Kannon… That mean I did somethin' right, and you did everything wrong I'll let the semi burn ya They shoulda let me kill you in Traffic like Biggie murder How many learnin', I design a (Desiigner) hit: that's “Timmy Turner” How you lose to Bishop Brigante? BOY, you type wack! He was mumblin', you were stumblin' I want all 24 minutes and 10 seconds of my life back! You should pay me a deposit for watchin' that battle Or I could hook your jaw and cause a light scrap Soon as he turn, the (Turner) bitch gettin' slapped: I'm bringin' Ike back How long you been rappin'? Still strugglin' through rounds? That ain't how you school me to the shits, bro You low-key (Loki) choked and died: that's Infinity War's intro I ain't the type talker Carve my name in your face wit' the knife on him I caught Pass flashy in the Bay: White Chocolate All you do is rhyme a bunch of words, don't say shit! Nigga, they ain't stupid! Put a message behind them bars: that's a Tr3yway sh- Put a message behind them bars: that's a JPay shooter- That's a JPay user We rollin' wit' 6 9s (6ix9ine): that's a Tr3yway shooter Blue tips, Black Talons, Red Rhinos Boy, I'll hit Pass wit' flying colors like a straight-A student I cause pressure, bitch! Last time me and Brizz hit the West Coast, we was wreckin' shit, effortless! And you more emotional than any chick I know (Chicano): it ain't a Mexican Squeeze shots Put Pass in a coffin and flee cops Knock your frame three blocks when I pull up like the weed spot I'm puttin' you on SMACK, and takin' you off SMACK I'm your peer pressure and your detox It's Cave shit! My team the greatest! Yeah, he a legend, but the new class been passin' up Pass, and he seem to hate it Kill him wit' egregious statements If Pass rockin' jewels, the things is blazin' I'm goin' violent (violet) over gold like my team the Lakers Walkin' with a O and a AK: that's your city abbreviated! I seal the bullshit on your multisyllable shit You gon' be dyin', hater I kill a rival, turn Initiation to a violation You ain't doin' capers You just reportin' shit like Ron Magers Chopper, scope, bomb laser See a Mexican cleanin' the crib wit' the lens: I'm Consuela! Tie both your kids up and blindfold ‘em, but won't injure ‘em Then the mom met a (thermometer) stick in her mouth: I'm checkin' temperatures The squad mobbin' This was yo' fate, he prayin' that God stop it ‘Til he come home, find his whore's (horse) head in the bed: it's The Godfather! Pick a side: you backpackin', or gat-clappin'!? Boy, I will fly your damn roof Pistol-whip, until the metal break apart like Iron Man's suit Last but not least, Alex, I'll spray him with steel, ‘til he lay in a field ‘Cause death (def') what Pass do (past due), like real niggas payin' the bills That mean I'm finna murk you They slept on me, but I'm out the shadows: that's a Ninja Turtle You had a run back then, but nowadays, you can't hit the hurdles AK, shoot a nigga down, the clip'll curve you Two straps, pointin' on both sides: I hit the Urkel! Don't be in Shock, G I'll leave a yuck mouth (Yukmouth) if I bomb on you clowns But the MAC and .40 leave a numb skull (Numskull) if I drew down (Dru Down) Claimin' you sugar-free (Suga Free) can't be legit (B-Legit) With the silencer, you ain't reachin' me Boy, I'm goin' dumb wit' the whisperer: that's Keak da Sneak! Your career done ran its course I'm just here to give you insight Your name on the cards no longer make the fans get hype Better stay in your crib like a hermit crab, or keep the grip tight And he thought this would be a walk in the park… Yeah - Macarthur after midnight! These Glocks explode, squeeze, pop, reload I'm lettin' the Demon out, like Tink got paroled I got codeine in the clip That mean your crew might lean Get popped in both your shoulders - make ya move like Steams! South Side! [Round 3: Pass] I said, look, Kannon… I said, Kanye West is the biggest nigga to come up out Chicago And Kanye West doesn't give a fuck about Chicago How's that for karma? I'll put you and ya man in the sky: y'all travel partners Searchin' for the Holy Grail, Magna Carta Yeah, Smack got you up front to protect his top rappers You only here to catch the ammo so his man can prosper You on the front lines just to die Young Kannon, you just cannon fodder! You be battlin' on them small leagues...every weeknight! That don't mess wit' your pride? You get booked ‘cause you work hard for the cheap price Must be your Mexican side When you step out ya bitch apartment...I'm steppin' inside Movin' on up through the door in my drawers, doin' the George Jefferson slide, nigga Aye, nice jersey, nigga But I'm from the home of the real Black Panther Not Wakanda, but where Huey and Bobby had that plan measured, to fight The Man's pressure You don't gotta be T'Challa to get stripped of your power, then get sent off to talk to your ancestors! I said, face the facts! This real-life beef? You not made for that! I know, because K-Shine knocked your man out All you did was get on stage and rap! You lame for that! These battle rap niggas all lame and square Who they comparin'? They all sayin' the same thing - who ain't apparent? Had to leave that dumb shit alone, that became apparent Been had young'uns wit' the shit before I became a parent Your life a joke! I'm hyper-focused, the pipe is close A small hit'll fuck you up: this a microdose What you runnin' for? You duck it, I'm on the hunt for more You call the time, I run the board You draw the line, you underscore (_) You done had that name for a while now, but it's run the course You been Young Kannon for 10 years, nigga...you ain't young no more Ayo, honestly, URL out here throwin' this stress at me Smack, you know I'm a vet You should be throwin' some vets at me But it's cool, I know how this machine work: yeah, I'm tech-savvy You got destroyed in yo' hometown You need to come correct at me K-Shine spanked you in yo' backyard, nigga: he yo' step-daddy! Neck-snapped him, a bedsheet that your head wrapped in A Chicago nigga killed in his home: you Fred Hampton! Oh, you from the South Side!? Well, that's where you'll get planted Knocked out in the South, pause, (southpaws) like I'm left-handed! What you wanna fight for!? I know you don't like war You'll be a half-machine cyborg life form You look like the chubby nigga from Desus & Mero...what you hype for!? You on the couch runnin' ya mouth Your type more Viceland than Vice Lord, nigga Man, this shit is overkill! You'll get flamed up like an open grill You not a Bear in Chicago - you don't give me that soldier feel (Soldier Field) Look at this poor dude I bet if yo' bitch on the block, she'll top 10 like sports news Your top get twisted and popped: he get corkscrewed Y'all don't wanna see me fire on Kannon (cannon): I already got a short fuse Now, look, this Poetic Justice He thinkin' he lucky? This nigga jokin' ‘Cause Chicago get his ass beat and left on the side of the road tryna get to Oakland Town Mothafuckin' Business, nigga! Let's go! [Round 3: Young Kannon] Another Poetic Justice Chicago/Lucky line… Boy, that shit gettin' wack ‘Cause I am Chicago I ain't brushin' the fade: it's just this (Justice) bitch gettin' slapped Wait a minute- You still here, nigga? Well, this the round where I bury you, son Talk that Bay shit to me, I ain't new to this I done lived in various slums on the South Side, where you gotta carry a gun You just rapped about Black Panthers to me You made fun of Money Bagz, sayin' he was a white boy tryna be black He called Bigg K a Klan member Well, I'm darin' you, bum! All this righteous bullshit he spewin', white racist talk- Why you went and got married to one? Wait a minute! You old “My milk of mag-NE-sia!” lookin'-ass nigga! I ain't judgin' yo' taste in women But growin' a beard, portrayin' that Muslim shit is a scary sight How the fuck you praise Allah, but dive into white meat every night? Spittin' them candy bars, and still couldn't chew wit' Ness Lee (Nestle) Don't get in your feelings now You ain't do shit when both your kids got dissed by JeFFrey Now time-out, ‘cause dissin' kids outside this ring is cornball shit My circle, we ain't havin' that Mentioning a nigga's seeds can get you killed in my habitat I say that to say this… That man talked about your wife and kids, and you ain't have enough guts in your weak-ass stomach to go and have a scrap!? No, he told Avocado, went and got him banned from battle rap That's pussy shit! Now, Avocado, this ain't a diss to you I ain't tryna ruin your day, but you roll wit' a stupid fuck I ain't tellin' you to run up on a cracker and let the Ruger buck But damn, catch him outside the event and tune him up! But you pussy, scared to fade the white boy: that's Supercuts But it makes sense, he been soft-shoein' for them for years Caustic called you a “moolie” to your face, and you ain't do SHIT! He treated you like a lame! SIX YEARS on the platform! NEVER got a shot at the chain! But y'all call him a real nigga - WHY!? ‘Cause he spit conscious and try to rap like one!? BRRRR! BRRRR! BRRRR! You should get hit wit' my uncle Tom' since you act like one! I just came here to stack a body and up my pay And now I'm bombin' ya Fuck the next class! I'm here to check Pass: that's a hall monitor What he gon' say? “You ain't never been on Summer Madness!” But still, wit' the pen, he wise (Pennywise): I'm a clown-killer I'd rather be in the field wit' the SMACK niggas, than be a KOTD house nigga! They had me confused! They had me fooled! I thought you was the one that ran wit' the blikky! They had me fooled, like you was the man in they city! But now the Bay watch you get soft like Pam Anderson titties! You dyin' as is! Somethin' yelling from the back: it ain't ad-libs Teachers' lounge: mad SIGs (cigs) Little 9, let the baby crack her (cracker): that's Pass kids Alexander Jenney is the Donkey of the Day No need to pin the tail This nigga frail, I extend a shell They don't want me takin' these (knees) in the field like the NFL I'm over-raged! You a Oakland great? Nah, just a nigga they overrate Gym star, leave an open face I'm lookin' for smoke: this a Mortal Kombat bonus stage You tried to send for me? Now you an opp' now, enemy My only challenge my inner me You a lil' dog: that's a Pekingese I'm a ghetto boy (Geto Boy): Willie D Who you mean-muggin'? I click and squeeze, lift the piece, you'll be a mystery Take over the ship like Amistad, buncha bullets in the barrel yellin', “Give us free!” Nigga, please! My type stamped for the paper: I bring the war to marks (watermarks) You in a pool if I slide through like a waterpark You dead stinkin' He got beat on the block the first time, came back, and got fed Ninas Pretty Ricky, Dr. Dre One lay ya body down, the other one keep ya head ringin'! I'm sayin', lil' nigga, I don't play like this I grind 24/7, every day like this And I know you figured he wouldn't get slayed like this But your mama shoulda told you it'd be days like this! South Side!
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