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[Round 1: Yung Ill] I'ma star, that's my lane, dig it Every bar that I slang wicked Y'all waitin' to see if he wanna party Nigga, my gang kicked it as soon as Smack sent my stack and booked my plane ticket I don't know the word "play" But I'm strapped without a strap Many semi-automatic wordplay and my aim vicious You confident in ya Arsonal until you run into a Hitman Then me and Hitman in the same business I give a fuck if you came with it, nigga, bang wit' it Cause tellin' me you make it squirt just gon' make it worse And we gon' see if them chimps you call "soldiers" think war fair when I gorilla warfare ate ya turf Answer me this, when I'm blazin' them shells who's Saved By The Bell? Them shots Screech and they get hearsed You softer than Zack, but act like a K'll burst Get found by the Bayside laid in dirt If you don't have a vest for ya chest that fits like AC Slatter's shirt I keep the paramedics and police stressin' when I squeeze weapons Get a C-section, this how that .8'll work Get to bangin' 'til yo' intestines hangin' like an umbilical cord And we don't know if it's someone's date of death or date of birth I've seen every battle when DNA get murked Coincidental, ya team still get excited for you Meaning ya dick riders are grade A, D HD, they get hyper for you Think you the shit 'til I'm in the shit with no baby wipes or diapers for you Preachin' four clips on this pulpit Your sermons are bullshit And to make it worse, Charlie Clips writes 'em for you So all that rah-rah blah blah Bye bye When you through speakin', you get no respect for recitin' When Clips does the writin' and Cortez does the proof readin' Which means Clips does this {writes on his hand} With his big ass Then he hands yo' book over Cortez puts his world into ya pad Ya verses are like the ugliest girl in the class cause they always gettin' looked over You got a team full of shook soldiers, my hood rose and we don't play fair I get to wiggin', you get to weavin', a lot of fake hair The handle is I handle biz, you couldn't handle the kid in a daycare I would tell you, "Put your money where your mouth is" but it ain't safe there You're the youngest nigga in URL, but ya mouth old {Yung Ill whistles} You can do that, with ya mouth closed We had bets on whether or not you was gon' come dirty I won And matter of fact I'm lookin' for grub stacks When you walked in...that sweatshirt did not match that skull cap Now let me do a little freestyle since that's what you like to do I got a confession, we got a lil' confession from somebody in ya crew So don't be surprised when it comes to round 2 And he go to the crowd like, "Y'all say a word and I need some participation from you." So say Verb ain't welcome in the NY, well ask me "Why?" He got a text and I sent 'em back, that's somebody who told me from yo' crew Now you tell me was it a lie Fly Fam' [Round 1: DNA] Smack must want you to die or get fuckin' slayed So I dug ya grave, the only thing left is to make the coffin I got the long nose like Pippen but on the court I play like Jordan In this battle he thought he could travel to New York wit' Heat, 'til I get my guns sprayed often Start hittin' ya crew and have these bullets skip to the Lou' like Rafer Alston They say, "DNA's unbelievable. He don't touch guns or sell drugs." I said, "Nope. I just don't get caught, that's what you call a G." See I pay for the burner but the shootin' it's all for free I run up Ill's car in St. Louis, cock back, spark the 3 Shots to his tires and separate his rims like JaVale Mcghee To take this battle, I spent minutes, hours, seconds, weekends, day's stressed Cause I killed Surf and you lost to Surf and you 'bout to experience the same death I just went toe to toe with Big T and after that I ate Rex And if I beat Dolarz and you lost to Dolarz (dollars) then how does this make sense (cents)? See I didn't want to take this battle I'd rather take Hitman, Aye Verb or get Miles I told Smack to set this shit up a year ago, and you just decided to take this shit now? That's cause you was duckin' me, couldn't fuck wit' me In the Lou', in the D, I would've went there to see if Ill and his clique try to get wild So basically wherever ya man at, I'll compress him like a zip file I caught Ill in the Lou' with his niggas so I played cool like, "I'ma do shit a new way." Make sure my goons near so they'll lose hair once I turn his block into doomsday I shot his wig and Aye Verb's perm, soon as I let me tool's spray So it's ironic how one shot can make two pay (toupee) Now if I don't got the image to shoot guns then neither do you You [?] in them skinny jeans, you got the image to sell mils Let alone squirt chrome or burst domes, I'm tryin' to help build Cause do he got guns? Never, the doctor takin' his blood pressure is the only time he held still (steel) In the Lou' he got disrespectful and had all type of mouth So in person I'ma check you like a verified account That just proves you pussy and you run your mouth liar Plus I can see the bitch in you, so anything you made (maid) I doubt's fire (Doubtfire) Now niggas said, "DNA can't outperform Ill", I said, "Of course I can." I got lyrics my nigga, my freestyle is top notch plus I'm witty my nigga On your worst day you only good with the wordplay I put slime Monday through Thursday, I'ma do him the worst way Smack why'd you set this up in the first place? Really my nigga? So let me ask y'all a question, "Smack who..." hell no that question's too easy I'ma really get rid of this nigga Get on my phone, Twitter my niggas like it's 12:25 and DNA's killin' this nigga You squeeze the Glock? A G you not, you the opposite of 50 my nigga You get shot tryin' to play 'Pac in my city my nigga This is Life After Death and I'm Biggie my nigga Smack set this match up to see who's image is realer Find out who really hold the steel and the trigger So since Ill think he ill, it's time for DNA to show Ill who's really iller my nigga Now Ill you only good wit' the wordplay, yeah you sick wit' the joint But you like Lebron, yeah you got Heat but you small for it (forward) That's why it takes so long to get to the point Now, for niggas sayin' Ill's ill I thought Ill had the greatest shit Until I discovered that Ill ain't really ill he just got an ill way of sayin' shit Like you told Rich Dolarz, "If you act up I'll click and spray And if you keep playin' Mufasa that'll get Simba slayed." Then he did his face like this like we ain't get the line No we got it, it just suck cause in The Lion King Simba didn't die Then he told Surf, "I'm a Ram's fan that ain't worth much You better warn her (Warner), the way I curt (Kurt) stuff." In my mind I'm like, "I would've said I got the gun that'll murk him." But when he said that line I was lookin' out the window like, "What the fuck is he curt in' (curtain)?" So that just proves that you don't shoot no heaters Then he said in New York, "You don't stand a real chance brother." Well nigga with rhymes like that you don't either It's round 1 it's gettin' hot in here and y'all know my slogan Wait for it, wait for it, okay Smack (Get him the fuck outta here!) [Round 2: Yung Ill] I say this battle shit wrestlin', and I'm just takin' my time But when them lights on, I'm a python, Jake The Snake in his prime After my last battle, I had a couple of offers I was thinkin' about makin' you wait in a line But before I knew it, Smack was offerin' me DNA like he didn't think the baby was mine And you was at that battle dick ridin' me, PAUSE! But goin' wit' the antics Tell the truth, how they showed up 30 niggas deep, I showed up alone without the chrome and didn't panic You went to Detroit, on ya own, came back wit' that sad song Nigga can it I'm a couple thousand miles away from home and feel at home like you don't got the home field advantage Fraud, you gon' talk about guns this whole battle? Homie, you been a clown I'ma talk about guns this whole battle cause that's what I've been around I got two choppers that shoot for 60 seconds each, I let one pin him down You from Grind Time, right? So you should be used to these one minute rounds I'm top five, who should be on e'ry list? Me Battle Ill, that's a gamble like every pick 3 Your last battle, you put in a lot of work but got the run around So puttin' Christopher Wallace's shirt underground is the only way you can say you buried BIG tee (T) And speakin' of Big T, he let a whole lot of ends off When he asked DNA, "How you gon' be ugly AND soft?" AND an NYB thuggin' to be overworked AND bossed AND a quarterback that never passed a quarter sack, you wouldn't hand off a handoff AND, you take pepperoni, get no cheese, the only doe (dough) you see is hand tossed AND you talk about lettin' cans off Nigga you 'bout as dangerous as Luther Vandross singin' 'If This World Was Mine' in a belly shirt with his pants off AND you never had a fight in ya life, I will right jab and hook a nigga AND my Queens niggas wonder how you a Queens nigga but you only seen with Brooklyn niggas? I got a confession, in case y'all wonderin' or guessin' He roll with Brooklyn niggas so he can use my nigga Brooklyn Hanz (hands) for his protection AND I know y'all wonderin' why I keep sayin' "and" to this lame actor Cause he had my name in his mouth so much he fronted, it's only right I say your name backwards Say you gon' put a knife or a TEC to me That's on my life, can't a nigga bring death to me Get an early escape to them pearly gates, see them flashin' lights if you step to me Use TECs and lasers like my next door neighbor They stay next to me I keep a .9 and a .45, I can buck at you One always left and the other's always right, like the customer But y'all already know what I would do to this nigga Pan fry noodle, nah, make Wonton soup of this nigga I shoulda left you alone when Big T and T-Rex was through with this nigga Y'all know the slogan! SMACK! (WHO IS THIS NIGGA!!) No, no, no, no, no Not Smack, who is this nigga, I had some time to regroup Wait for it, wait for it, now, Smack where is his tooth? Y'all put a franchise player against a free agent The commentators sayin' "Ill nuts" We both go broke, you fade away, I'm crossin' over to get my bills up Meanin' I'm comin' to New York wearin' that 4, shootin' that tre like [?] to get my bills up Fly Fam' nigga [Round 2: DNA] Ill, let's talk about your career How Hitman's above you even though you beat him on Street Status and got the actual win But yet and still that doesn't make you ill cause you don't get bigger battles than him In '09 you lost to Hollow in Fight Klub and swore it would never happen again Then Aye Verb surpassed you and he created a classic with him So that should make you second, cause you third string and you cool wit' that? Man, all your rappers is friends So since your whole situation seems backwards Then fuck it, I'll use letters to go backwards again Ill was tryin' to front like P.A.C. and get away in that C.A.B So I ran up on him and put C.A.P. in his P.A.C Or I can catch him by the A.T.M. at the M.T.A. then I'll A.I.M. and leave him M.I.A Hitman's ya nigga, that's supposed to be ya D.O.G Well tell him to show me respect or he'll meet G.O.D I shot Aye Verb in his L.E.G. now Ill think he ain't well But Verb good, he was just worried about his G.E.L See y'all niggas in New York say Ill ill when y'all say he's next But y'all should know he can't S.P.A.R. with my R.A.P.S But for y'all that doubted me, I'm kill N.O.W. and go in Cause as far as this battle, I W.O.N Now Ill still don't bag bitches, the only chick he love like Surf said is Aye Verb mother It's ironic ya name Marlon cause you always find ya way in (Wayan) Brothers Ill's the type to let 10 men touchdown in his end zone And true stories is on True Story, he calls Goodz "a redbone" Now there's a rumor goin' 'round, tell me is it true my friend They say there is a gay battle rapper surfacin', is it you my friend? See Ill isn't really ill, Ill is really fake So I'ma paint a picture for all y'all that think Ill is straight (illustrate) In ya last battle, last year when you battled Surf, yes Ill and Aye Verb, both those dudes Paid a buck 60 for one bed with a flamingo in their hotel room This is a true story, they slept on the same bed Which means his head was by your legs Your perm was by his head His dick was by your knees, ya hands were by his feet Cuddlin', touchin' each other Smack, ain't this some shit, these bitches were fuckin' each other Now Ill like men dressed in drag on the party scene So when y'all see this bi winnin' it's nothin' like Charlie Sheen And he thinks it's cool to be Lou' with his fag friends But it make sense, between Ill, Verb and Holla they only equal up to Two & A Half Men But I'ma bring it back to a time when Jay-Z made 'Feelin' It' Like the first time you got your brand new car at the dealership Somebody snitched, so I'ma do it Y'all give me a word so I can show you how real it is And I'ma freestyle 'bout any word that anyone says and THAT'S what I'ma kill him with This dude talkin' crazy, Ill think he ill, I battle bitches and change hoes But yesterday at the Proving Grounds you was wearin' the same clothes Now I get the gun and start grippin' the TEC Make your bitch give me head and throw it back like Mitchell & Ness This dude actin' crazy 'til I get the ratchet and grip the beam I'm like Doug Mirabelli cause I'm the king in Queens This dude actin' crazy 'til I let that lead come clap first And like Surf said I'ma leave him "redrum" backwards This dude actin' crazy now I'm shootin' with the heat I'm pretty he ugly this Beauty And The Beast This dude actin' crazy when I'm grillin' him I'll clap the shit like Fabolous, now I'm killin' him This dude actin' crazy when he grip the beams He don't got the ratchet and he a faggot, look at them skinny jeans This dude wanna talk shit 'til I get a clip and spit it further So like the Jay-Z song I'ma hit 'Him & Her' This dude wanna start shit, he's like Aye Verb's perm and them skinny jeans, they both garbage This dude talkin' crazy like he spark 'em 'Til I let them shots fly to give him Dot Mobb no Harlem It's round two it's gettin' hot in here and a few words of my own (Get him the fuck outta here!) THIS NIGGA'S DEAD! [Round 3: Yung Ill] You get no respect in ya city That's why you started all these click clack turned spark rumors Coward Slow ya race car down, you can be Dale and wouldn't earn heart (Earnhardt) Me on the other hand, I click around .4's You gettin' stretched, kickin' down doors for my respect When I bang Hecklers it's a chain letter Your whole squad gon' get this message when I'm forwarding these texts (TECs) And nigga I been workin' nigga, you gon' be trouble for who? I've put in so much work, Smack, it's only right, I'm the one they give the W to (W2) But on another note, I met ya bitch at the airport, right before her plane was goin' off I put my number in her hand and told her hit me when she land I guess she didn't understand She called me in the air like a coin toss That mean I ain't gotta try hard To bag DNA's bitch, she a gold diggin' fly broad I just use facial features, spit somethin' in her ear So gon' give me that mouth, cause she knows (nose) that I (eye) ball See I fuck her, you give your heart to her Durin' sex you're the carpenter Can't get her wet, so all you nail is dry walls But I saved the best for last, I hope y'all didn't get the wrong impression There's a rumor goin' 'round Y'all know what time it is Joning session You see I told Surf, he look 18 goin' on 30 But DNA just look 18 goin' on...dirty You look like you just did a 15 year bid and just got back from the slammer Your mouth looks like...the back of a hammer So I don't wanna hear about the niggas you pull Glocks on What you and ya block on I bet $7 and .17 cents......you don't have any socks on I got dreams of gettin' on, that's why I'm goin' off on Y'all prolly think I'm goin' strong, but really I'm goin' soft on him It's time to drop down in my zone, you know, become a boss on him For the next couple seconds I ain't even gonna rap...I'ma just floss on him {Yung Ill grabs some floss out of his pocket and starts flossing} I bet you can't do this But I'm good cause my posse bad You don't ride, you hide, I tell my niggas, "go seek" they makin' sure everybody's tagged Back strap around my waist, it ain't Kung Fu Karate class Be Miyagi fast or catch a body bag Y'all wonder if he tellin' the truth until the shotty blast And then y'all can all see DNA lyin' when he's not available for a polygraph Fly Fam' nigga! [Round 3: DNA] Just what I expected, a bunch of tooth jokes But it's all cool, I knew y'all was gonna feel this But I ain't even gon' punchline this round, I'ma spit some real shit Like niggas keep lyin' in their rhymes What's next? They gon' say somebody got the plague? In my last battle, T-Rex said my mom was retarded In this battle, Ill prolly gon' say my mama died from AIDS But all this lyin' and fabrication really got me in a rage So that's word to my mama's mama, the next nigga that mention my mama gon' find their mama in the grave Now niggas sayin' it's unbelievable to believe that I be clappin' guns or pitchin' the dime But that's when I said let me pull these nigga's cards and call this segment "Trivia Time" Question: Tsu Surf, if you such a gangsta and you dump .9's Then how come you put your hands on ya hips after every punchline? And if you say that you bangin' on the block and be tuckin' a Mag' Then how come we ain't fight durin' our battle when I called you a Crab? Big T said that Oun P's brother smacked off my hat and I was fuckin' laughin' Cause that's the same thing Arsonal did to Hitman and nothin' happened Shotgun Suge talked tough like he ready to fight a dude Well why would he tell K-Shine he like to fightin' He ain't pop off when Shine's niggas said he'd like to fight him too? That just proves you wanna snipe a dude I actually clap and smack dudes So moral of the story is far as fightin', well I will if I have to Now back to Ill, Ill, you just say shit ill cause the shit's cool But fuck a metaphor, I'ma speak from the heart cause this shit's true So to prove to me that your real than Ill then what the fuck have you been through? You never been hungry as hell on the block in the summer and had to sit on the stoup Go hand to hand and gram to gram wit' ya man just to get you some loot Bitches tryin' to set you up soon as you get in the Coupe And a thousand niggas laughin' at you cause you missin' a tooth You never freestyle live in the street and had the same heart as me He ducked for a year and a half cause you ain't want no parts of me In this ring, I tore apart ligaments, arteries You had eight battles I had 17, you don't work hard as me You trash, I don't think this fag can beat me You got Hollow and Calicoe out the gate, nigga you had it easy I worked for mine on the steady grind Been on tour with Erick Sermon and did songs with Ginuwine You can say I got booed in Detroit and didn't finish my rhyme scheme But I accomplished more than all your URL niggas at 19 So let me speed it up, now I rapidly spit fluid If you knew all I'd done then you'd actually feel stupid Don't be gettin' mad at me, the cast of Grey's Anatomy dig through him I'll kill him and after me and Dizaster can still do it You from Missouri and nigga I'm from Killer Queens Where I've seen bodies chopped and shipped to the Philippians Niggas shot in the head and the remains turn to guillotine The toughest situation you been in is fittin' ya body in them skinny jeans Now I done battled rappers that gangsta and battled rappers with jokes Battled rappers on stages and battled rappers on boats Battled rappers that's wack and battled rappers that's nice Battled rappers that shoot and battled rappers that fight Battled rappers that's black and battled rappers that's white You do this part time pussy, battle rap is my life! Now I got my point across, a'ight then Hell know! What makes it worse is he's light skin! I wanna start to strike him like lightening and start to punch him like Tyson You Street Fighter I'm Bison then I get precise then Get the knife then, go across dislocate this guy's chin Fuck up ya waves and ya nice grin And I bet you think I can fight then I do this rap shit for hip hop and I do it for fun And for all those that said I'm unbelievable I just spit this whole last round without shootin' a gun
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