[Round 1: Chilla Jones]
He was supposed to battle Stacks just a day ago
He didn't show up and you won by default, way to go
Well I hope you came to flow, prepared, mind clear and calm
Or they gon’ see me running thru Ciddy/city like a marathon
Now how this dude here belong went against Smack rappers This is loss three
You ICING but my GOLD (goal) was for us to FACEOFF
See you never been a STAR with the PENS, knock it off G
They should've told Cid (SIDNEY) that I ain't the one to cross, b (CROSBY)
But why you think you can top my bars, b
BINGO cause how's he ROULETTE, you fill SLOTS to help ya ego
You ever DICE flesh or JACK-POT to get a key? No (KENO)
So when he see the poca (POKER), he CRAPS cause he no (CASINO)
But me? I'm in that spot imposters wanna be in
For following get put in boxes like a DM
Them Jamaicans got choppers if you see 'em act proper
They shottas and I control them rastas (ROSTERS) like a GM
So we beefing in my town, Ciddy
Well with that .45 I'm like a tour guide I'll show you A-ROUND City
Your music it sound shitty so I doubt you get clout rocking
You wouldn't see a real tour (Realtor) if you was house shopping
But since you out locking in the lab making joints for the radio
I'm a experiment with this periodic table flow
You trying to cop a (COPPER) nickel (NICKEL) bag?
Oh you buying weed?
Well I bet ten (TIN) from this LEAD get you high for free
You drive by in that MERCURY I'm a fire three
And push your wig back like a Lebron's (BRONZE) just for eyeing (IRON) me
Try and see bro look at this MC's eyes (I) You'll need double these (D's) bars to against me, why? (Y)
Cause I'm a beast when I wannabe and I don't even show it
I just spelled your fucking name out and you don't even know it
The way I flow it, seasoned, food for thought with a foul flavor
So with that tray/tre I'll serve you like a proud waiter
An appetite for destruction? Then I'll cater
I said, an appetite for DESTRUCTION, I'm AL QUEDA
My style greater, hater, I got the game scared as shit
Cause everything I'm writing the BOMB I'm ‘bout to tear a wrist (TERRORIST)
And Big Kannon already exposed you, they don't like you where you from
Cause you fraud as shit plus you MILK niggas for views
Then whine (WINE) for respect like YOOHOO and ARBOR MIST
It's hard to miss with that 9 beside me
So when I'm palming the flare I'll put dram in the air like the sign behind me
He was supposed to battle Stacks just a day ago
He didn't show up and you won by default, way to go
Well I hope you came to flow, prepared, mind clear and calm
Or they gon’ see me running thru Ciddy/city like a marathon
Now how this dude here belong went against Smack rappers This is loss three
You ICING but my GOLD (goal) was for us to FACEOFF
See you never been a STAR with the PENS, knock it off G
They should've told Cid (SIDNEY) that I ain't the one to cross, b (CROSBY)
But why you think you can top my bars, b
BINGO cause how's he ROULETTE, you fill SLOTS to help ya ego
You ever DICE flesh or JACK-POT to get a key? No (KENO)
So when he see the poca (POKER), he CRAPS cause he no (CASINO)
But me? I'm in that spot imposters wanna be in
For following get put in boxes like a DM
Them Jamaicans got choppers if you see 'em act proper
They shottas and I control them rastas (ROSTERS) like a GM
So we beefing in my town, Ciddy
Well with that .45 I'm like a tour guide I'll show you A-ROUND City
Your music it sound shitty so I doubt you get clout rocking
You wouldn't see a real tour (Realtor) if you was house shopping
But since you out locking in the lab making joints for the radio
I'm a experiment with this periodic table flow
You trying to cop a (COPPER) nickel (NICKEL) bag?
Oh you buying weed?
Well I bet ten (TIN) from this LEAD get you high for free
You drive by in that MERCURY I'm a fire three
And push your wig back like a Lebron's (BRONZE) just for eyeing (IRON) me
Try and see bro look at this MC's eyes (I) You'll need double these (D's) bars to against me, why? (Y)
Cause I'm a beast when I wannabe and I don't even show it
I just spelled your fucking name out and you don't even know it
The way I flow it, seasoned, food for thought with a foul flavor
So with that tray/tre I'll serve you like a proud waiter
An appetite for destruction? Then I'll cater
I said, an appetite for DESTRUCTION, I'm AL QUEDA
My style greater, hater, I got the game scared as shit
Cause everything I'm writing the BOMB I'm ‘bout to tear a wrist (TERRORIST)
And Big Kannon already exposed you, they don't like you where you from
Cause you fraud as shit plus you MILK niggas for views
Then whine (WINE) for respect like YOOHOO and ARBOR MIST
It's hard to miss with that 9 beside me
So when I'm palming the flare I'll put dram in the air like the sign behind me
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