[Round 1: Psycoses]
I came all the way from L.A. to this show to fight
And don't trip, I'm not about to let you down like Quill did with a choke tonight!
You already got bodied by Diz'
So after tonight this will be your second time dying in a row
They'll be saying you won zero back to back, like binary code
I do freestyles, multi's, punches, wordplay
You just do bar after bar and you're known to reach some
While I contact from every angle, like the Mona Lisa
Pussy, I really rap, so he's fucking dead, people
Cause I'm coming for a cold body, like necrophiliacs
And he'll react like "I'm a cannibal, I don't just kill I feed of it
But only if the rules are fine"
Well since he's a cannibal I'll make him eat his backbone
And watch as he chews the spine
Don't believe it? Boy, fuck with me
These hands left more kids split than joint custody
Till it's rupturing when your cranium straight splatters
Occipital lobe over there, frontal lobe over there
Now let's see if his brain matter
Cause King Of The Dot let a killer loose
Like the OJ Simpson case panel
To put a middle eastern in a bag behind bars
Like a Guantanamo Bay scandal
Get your face scrambled
With hands thrown at a ferocious speed
But he doesn't need to be an R&B fan for Gjo' to see
That I'm okay seeing Gjojo catch a hook on a slower beat!
You scrapping is something we just don't believe
"But Christ the second coming if you rise-" shut up!
What I could do with one blade will remind you of a confession booth from his whole appearance
Cause he'll be spilling his guts after I come clean across
And I'll be leaving a holy spirit
The hole will spill and tear his cavity
Doctors will have to support the core, like military families
I buried all your cats, get dropped cause you wouldn't box
This is your funeral now
No, pay attention, I said "burial", "casket" "wooden box"
This is your funeral now!
Did you catch the plot?
.......
.......
Woah, woah, woah, y'all thought I was slipping? Man just stop
That wasn't a choke, I just figured he needed a moment of silence before the casket dropped!
But if he survives he'll put the piece that rotted his teeth
And not just keep on firing
'Til he eats the magazine; Reader's Digest
Or bleed when I send one swing to just finish
And leave you stiffen and sleeping
With just teeth next to you like senior citizens
Or leave him split with one punch in the head to come and just shred and crush in his septum when it bust in the center
And fucking up your whole appearance like a public defender
You love to pretend these written you've given the futuristic image to like this is new is misconstrued
Cause the simple truths you're living through
An artificial formula like infants do
While the rest of us were breaking up
Taking a match any date that we can and breaking our backs
Smack gave you a way to get past
So you're like Moses
The way your power came from a snake and a staff
All first verse, all first verse
That bridge is how he's risen
But now he wouldn't be shit without these
So it's safe to say The Dude wouldn't be the same without Bridges like the Big Lebowski
You use religious references to get cheap reaction
Off their applicability to the general public
Then set them up a collective subject
But [?] one hit direct enough that when you end with punches
The perception of it's impressive
But it's just a crutch to pretend it's substance
Then this punk just turned his back on Smack to come to King Of The Dot but it was...
Suicide, you knew you'd die, it's a cry for help
'Cause now you've lost EVERYTHING and EVERYONE, you're all by yourself
You're like Waldo playing "Where's Waldo?"
YOU NEED TO FIND YOURSELF!!
You can take any bar from any verse from any rounds on me
And the crowd will safely say that every rounds on me
And after I get that money tonight, I'm heading straight to the bar, and you best believe it's gon' be rounds on me!
I came all the way from L.A. to this show to fight
And don't trip, I'm not about to let you down like Quill did with a choke tonight!
You already got bodied by Diz'
So after tonight this will be your second time dying in a row
They'll be saying you won zero back to back, like binary code
I do freestyles, multi's, punches, wordplay
You just do bar after bar and you're known to reach some
While I contact from every angle, like the Mona Lisa
Pussy, I really rap, so he's fucking dead, people
Cause I'm coming for a cold body, like necrophiliacs
And he'll react like "I'm a cannibal, I don't just kill I feed of it
But only if the rules are fine"
Well since he's a cannibal I'll make him eat his backbone
And watch as he chews the spine
Don't believe it? Boy, fuck with me
These hands left more kids split than joint custody
Till it's rupturing when your cranium straight splatters
Occipital lobe over there, frontal lobe over there
Now let's see if his brain matter
Cause King Of The Dot let a killer loose
Like the OJ Simpson case panel
To put a middle eastern in a bag behind bars
Like a Guantanamo Bay scandal
Get your face scrambled
With hands thrown at a ferocious speed
But he doesn't need to be an R&B fan for Gjo' to see
That I'm okay seeing Gjojo catch a hook on a slower beat!
You scrapping is something we just don't believe
"But Christ the second coming if you rise-" shut up!
What I could do with one blade will remind you of a confession booth from his whole appearance
Cause he'll be spilling his guts after I come clean across
And I'll be leaving a holy spirit
The hole will spill and tear his cavity
Doctors will have to support the core, like military families
I buried all your cats, get dropped cause you wouldn't box
This is your funeral now
No, pay attention, I said "burial", "casket" "wooden box"
This is your funeral now!
Did you catch the plot?
.......
.......
Woah, woah, woah, y'all thought I was slipping? Man just stop
That wasn't a choke, I just figured he needed a moment of silence before the casket dropped!
But if he survives he'll put the piece that rotted his teeth
And not just keep on firing
'Til he eats the magazine; Reader's Digest
Or bleed when I send one swing to just finish
And leave you stiffen and sleeping
With just teeth next to you like senior citizens
Or leave him split with one punch in the head to come and just shred and crush in his septum when it bust in the center
And fucking up your whole appearance like a public defender
You love to pretend these written you've given the futuristic image to like this is new is misconstrued
Cause the simple truths you're living through
An artificial formula like infants do
While the rest of us were breaking up
Taking a match any date that we can and breaking our backs
Smack gave you a way to get past
So you're like Moses
The way your power came from a snake and a staff
All first verse, all first verse
That bridge is how he's risen
But now he wouldn't be shit without these
So it's safe to say The Dude wouldn't be the same without Bridges like the Big Lebowski
You use religious references to get cheap reaction
Off their applicability to the general public
Then set them up a collective subject
But [?] one hit direct enough that when you end with punches
The perception of it's impressive
But it's just a crutch to pretend it's substance
Then this punk just turned his back on Smack to come to King Of The Dot but it was...
Suicide, you knew you'd die, it's a cry for help
'Cause now you've lost EVERYTHING and EVERYONE, you're all by yourself
You're like Waldo playing "Where's Waldo?"
YOU NEED TO FIND YOURSELF!!
You can take any bar from any verse from any rounds on me
And the crowd will safely say that every rounds on me
And after I get that money tonight, I'm heading straight to the bar, and you best believe it's gon' be rounds on me!
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