[Round 1: Ave]
Yo, before this battle was locked, they told me you've been on the road for a minute
Well, I'm here to dead it, K-Shine, so you should know I'm committed
So, bitch, don't try to take me light, 'cause I ain't come to play, aight?
I don't give a fuck about ya zip line, I ain't afraid of heights
I've been nice
And tonight we got a lot to discuss 'bout
If you lose your composure, you gettin' knocked smooth the fuck out
I'm not gon' take the fuss route, them hands gon' get deadly
Bitch I will give a hook to Shine good as Barrington Levy
Better respect me, or yo' ass gettin' left wit' a swole jaw
If Eric get involved, then that's just a problem for both, dawg
And see my shooter barely tax, he'll pull up and smoke y'all
One Franklin got him thinkin' FX, that's Snowfall
I told y'all, but now this jerk gotta see
'Cause as far as your last plan, it fit Ness (Planet Fitness), but that don't work out wit' me
See, Rex, I know you love your son and such
But I don't give a fuck if K Dot, put him in Power, his role still is a bum to us
Nothin' tough, I don't give a fuck if you really foul
You hear me, slime?
This shit all 'bout respect, so give me mine
Or I'll be at ya new crib wit' the semi, have plenty flyin'
I turn that stick and get Shine through a window like mini blinds
Bitch, he dyin'
Like why y'all feel that I'd be bothered?
There's no way I lose to K, like a hygiene problem
What y'all forgot how I shatter dudes?
Ooh, that drives a nigga to kill, and I'm feelin' like Jamie Foxx in Collateral
Who's gassin' you?
Or got you really believin' you wit' the beef
Cause braggin' how y'all been gang-bangin' don't mean shit to me
I got him in the click my G
So if I gotta bring out the Hidden Colors you'll see, the nigga's history
That flag shit don't matter
Send half my Locs at him or get touched by a brim, you'll be Math in the Dose battle
So you better keep it calm though, midget
The .9 point will lay K in the ER, I go Rondo wit' it
So brang them bitches, the D and T (DMT) just gon' end up smoke partna
Rain'll (Raina) get shot for gettin' involved like Ghost daughter
Shine dyin' once an old shell catch him
I call a thot and have a blond curl Top, that's Odell Beckham
I don't respect him
Cause that gang shit you claim, will get me steamed
Cause we know you only on it the moment you witcha team
Be alone 'round some Locs and watch how quick he switch the scene
Out that do' this Billy hoe ain't gon' bang, I'm Sidney Deane
I mean we seen his type, battle rap hype like cold bluff
You got hooked and pulled from under a whip, you a tow truck
Man, so what you hit lil' dude, we know
Gamble tonight, roll a Gangsta's Paradise (pair of dice) and I'll show you I'm not Cooley, yo (Coolio)
Fuck who he know, and I hope he offended
Oh you niggas lookin' for smoke? Well you know we dispensing
Shooter for hire
If it's doe to be spent then give me a number
The gun on this bitch's head, like on Don't Be A Menace
He gon' get finished, then I'm back to this paper
Cause my concern is havin' checks to burn, I'm a Kaepernick hater
You ain't no gangsta, the bangers around you just add hype
But I know Bloods that you can't get right, but that's life
Y'all better tell him get his mind right
It's like my dream the green beam, and I pray to get Shine in the lime light
Ain't tryin' to fight, so I'm posted wit' a big ass gun
I'll smack ya mama, tell her to go get her bitch ass son
You get ya crew involved, them niggas gon' drop dead witcha
Better pray you a better shot or you can pop lead quicker
If I get shot, well, that's when I get slicker
After the Is-He-Dead-Kick, my head lift - BAOW - not yet, nigga!
I'm wit' the hitters who don't give a fuck about K actin'
Always hype like he ready to fight, straight snatchin'
Now as far as rap, ain't no rematch with Tay happenin'
They ain't really handin' you Roc(k), bitch this a play action
Like, why would Smack throw Roc at him?
When I'm up here 'Walkin' On son Shine (Sunshine)' like the old pop record
You not better, I'm the best on this stage
Even if T and Eric write (Wright) for you, it's still an easy (Eazy) death with ya AIDS
Nigga it's Cave
Niggas in rap don't want no beef
Less we really be wit' the straps, we can drum roll streets
Kick in his crib, catch this bum hoe 'sleep
I'll burst mine then Earth Shine, like Genesis Chapter 1, Verse 3
Time
Yo, before this battle was locked, they told me you've been on the road for a minute
Well, I'm here to dead it, K-Shine, so you should know I'm committed
So, bitch, don't try to take me light, 'cause I ain't come to play, aight?
I don't give a fuck about ya zip line, I ain't afraid of heights
I've been nice
And tonight we got a lot to discuss 'bout
If you lose your composure, you gettin' knocked smooth the fuck out
I'm not gon' take the fuss route, them hands gon' get deadly
Bitch I will give a hook to Shine good as Barrington Levy
Better respect me, or yo' ass gettin' left wit' a swole jaw
If Eric get involved, then that's just a problem for both, dawg
And see my shooter barely tax, he'll pull up and smoke y'all
One Franklin got him thinkin' FX, that's Snowfall
I told y'all, but now this jerk gotta see
'Cause as far as your last plan, it fit Ness (Planet Fitness), but that don't work out wit' me
See, Rex, I know you love your son and such
But I don't give a fuck if K Dot, put him in Power, his role still is a bum to us
Nothin' tough, I don't give a fuck if you really foul
You hear me, slime?
This shit all 'bout respect, so give me mine
Or I'll be at ya new crib wit' the semi, have plenty flyin'
I turn that stick and get Shine through a window like mini blinds
Bitch, he dyin'
Like why y'all feel that I'd be bothered?
There's no way I lose to K, like a hygiene problem
What y'all forgot how I shatter dudes?
Ooh, that drives a nigga to kill, and I'm feelin' like Jamie Foxx in Collateral
Who's gassin' you?
Or got you really believin' you wit' the beef
Cause braggin' how y'all been gang-bangin' don't mean shit to me
I got him in the click my G
So if I gotta bring out the Hidden Colors you'll see, the nigga's history
That flag shit don't matter
Send half my Locs at him or get touched by a brim, you'll be Math in the Dose battle
So you better keep it calm though, midget
The .9 point will lay K in the ER, I go Rondo wit' it
So brang them bitches, the D and T (DMT) just gon' end up smoke partna
Rain'll (Raina) get shot for gettin' involved like Ghost daughter
Shine dyin' once an old shell catch him
I call a thot and have a blond curl Top, that's Odell Beckham
I don't respect him
Cause that gang shit you claim, will get me steamed
Cause we know you only on it the moment you witcha team
Be alone 'round some Locs and watch how quick he switch the scene
Out that do' this Billy hoe ain't gon' bang, I'm Sidney Deane
I mean we seen his type, battle rap hype like cold bluff
You got hooked and pulled from under a whip, you a tow truck
Man, so what you hit lil' dude, we know
Gamble tonight, roll a Gangsta's Paradise (pair of dice) and I'll show you I'm not Cooley, yo (Coolio)
Fuck who he know, and I hope he offended
Oh you niggas lookin' for smoke? Well you know we dispensing
Shooter for hire
If it's doe to be spent then give me a number
The gun on this bitch's head, like on Don't Be A Menace
He gon' get finished, then I'm back to this paper
Cause my concern is havin' checks to burn, I'm a Kaepernick hater
You ain't no gangsta, the bangers around you just add hype
But I know Bloods that you can't get right, but that's life
Y'all better tell him get his mind right
It's like my dream the green beam, and I pray to get Shine in the lime light
Ain't tryin' to fight, so I'm posted wit' a big ass gun
I'll smack ya mama, tell her to go get her bitch ass son
You get ya crew involved, them niggas gon' drop dead witcha
Better pray you a better shot or you can pop lead quicker
If I get shot, well, that's when I get slicker
After the Is-He-Dead-Kick, my head lift - BAOW - not yet, nigga!
I'm wit' the hitters who don't give a fuck about K actin'
Always hype like he ready to fight, straight snatchin'
Now as far as rap, ain't no rematch with Tay happenin'
They ain't really handin' you Roc(k), bitch this a play action
Like, why would Smack throw Roc at him?
When I'm up here 'Walkin' On son Shine (Sunshine)' like the old pop record
You not better, I'm the best on this stage
Even if T and Eric write (Wright) for you, it's still an easy (Eazy) death with ya AIDS
Nigga it's Cave
Niggas in rap don't want no beef
Less we really be wit' the straps, we can drum roll streets
Kick in his crib, catch this bum hoe 'sleep
I'll burst mine then Earth Shine, like Genesis Chapter 1, Verse 3
Time
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