[Round 1: Chilla Jones]
I said in Boss Town we been waitin' for a card hot enough to melt the Bean
But venues wasn't playin' ball, we had to play the cards we were dealt it seems
Aye Con', where them guns you say poppin' in ya raps?
You ain't got 'em it's a fact, y'all better help his team
Or they will be checkin' Con for dents (confidence) if he ain't got his self a steam (self-esteem)
I showed your jealous old whore a (horror) flick
Tell her he engaged to queen
He'll think about The Shining of The Ring that cost major cream
Before your Hostile Exorcist, see ya death, The Devil Inside her will prolly break the screen
But that's Child's Play
The Birds a Psycho he'll raise it (Hellraiser) I Carry a Saw to make him Scream
I made a scheme to show you how to get Con ex'd with Con [?]
That Math shit was light, cause I had to write for Con' next
The best puncher? Please...who the fuck you gon' con next?
When every ball that could net (connect) could knock the head off of Con' neck
Hammers on deck, them drive-bys is devastatin'
I'll Heaven's Gate him when that TEC is blazin'
But you so short...I heard you did a drive-by and nigga's legs was breakin'
Y'all know why? Cause Con' struck shins (construction) in the buildin' like renovations
My men is waitin', masked up wit' tools, like a blacksmith
The clique armed, get ya lip bombed (balmed) like ChapStick
They feel he (Philly) Flyer 'til his cap on ice, that's a hat trick
Think you a star? But ya best friends a square, nigga you Patrick
I'm that sick
Shape up, I'm ahead (a head) wit' sharp lines, the world's best pen
That title is vital as heart signs, so if it's war then (warden), I'll put a con (Con') behind bars like hard time
It's automatic, everything I holler graphic (holographic), I make the card shine
See our .9's is loaded, believe me bredren
If I gotta squeeze these weapons you'll see me flexin'
And ya chest'll be the one I (eye) open if I see (C)BS'ing
On stage with arms raisin' like I'm PG steppin'
So if it's me he threaten, actin' like he let the lead blam'
Then I ignore the shit...like, "I heard what you said fam'"
But cut it out when Reggie no bull (Noble), I got you read man (Redman)
If we cross arms in a ring, then you a Deadman
I heard the SONS roll with Feds man
I see the badges in the crowd for sure
Confrontation, they at the station tryin' to file reports
Well if y'all the reason I'm sittin' through trials in court
I'm givin' bucks to every SON, like child support
You so small, I be ya rounds is short
You a munchkin to the fans, I wanna scrap
If Con' front I confront him wit' the hands
We trash men, emptying barrels, dumpin' wit' the cans
See we like conflict (Con' flick) but we ain't fuckin' wit' the 'Gram
I told Math, "he the Kit Kat type", you understand?
But you a Ring Pop, cause now I got a sucka on my hand
This is somethin' for the fans
Cause now they not feelin' you, I'm killin' you cause you lack the hunger to advance
The old Con'? Had heavy punches for the hood to make the room rock
He made the hustlers screw face and made the goons watch
The new Con'? Got corny bars for the burbs, that's why you lose props
Get Back To Basics, or it'll be a disaster (Dizaster) bringin' punches to the Boondocks
I'm too hot
Haters used to say I rap to weird, then what happened?
Been on a killin' spree the past two years
So I had to get at you here
I made sure that Math new clear, now I got a fuckin' tattoo'd queer
Fuck them imaginary gats you aired, you got a baby face
How you supposed to make my side burn from weapons in a stash you bared (beard)
I had you scared
And plus, if we was rappin' to a beat you would be draggin' (dragon) through the street like the Chinese New Year
It's true, yeah
A few piers try to sound like me, but you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these
Boss Town!
I said in Boss Town we been waitin' for a card hot enough to melt the Bean
But venues wasn't playin' ball, we had to play the cards we were dealt it seems
Aye Con', where them guns you say poppin' in ya raps?
You ain't got 'em it's a fact, y'all better help his team
Or they will be checkin' Con for dents (confidence) if he ain't got his self a steam (self-esteem)
I showed your jealous old whore a (horror) flick
Tell her he engaged to queen
He'll think about The Shining of The Ring that cost major cream
Before your Hostile Exorcist, see ya death, The Devil Inside her will prolly break the screen
But that's Child's Play
The Birds a Psycho he'll raise it (Hellraiser) I Carry a Saw to make him Scream
I made a scheme to show you how to get Con ex'd with Con [?]
That Math shit was light, cause I had to write for Con' next
The best puncher? Please...who the fuck you gon' con next?
When every ball that could net (connect) could knock the head off of Con' neck
Hammers on deck, them drive-bys is devastatin'
I'll Heaven's Gate him when that TEC is blazin'
But you so short...I heard you did a drive-by and nigga's legs was breakin'
Y'all know why? Cause Con' struck shins (construction) in the buildin' like renovations
My men is waitin', masked up wit' tools, like a blacksmith
The clique armed, get ya lip bombed (balmed) like ChapStick
They feel he (Philly) Flyer 'til his cap on ice, that's a hat trick
Think you a star? But ya best friends a square, nigga you Patrick
I'm that sick
Shape up, I'm ahead (a head) wit' sharp lines, the world's best pen
That title is vital as heart signs, so if it's war then (warden), I'll put a con (Con') behind bars like hard time
It's automatic, everything I holler graphic (holographic), I make the card shine
See our .9's is loaded, believe me bredren
If I gotta squeeze these weapons you'll see me flexin'
And ya chest'll be the one I (eye) open if I see (C)BS'ing
On stage with arms raisin' like I'm PG steppin'
So if it's me he threaten, actin' like he let the lead blam'
Then I ignore the shit...like, "I heard what you said fam'"
But cut it out when Reggie no bull (Noble), I got you read man (Redman)
If we cross arms in a ring, then you a Deadman
I heard the SONS roll with Feds man
I see the badges in the crowd for sure
Confrontation, they at the station tryin' to file reports
Well if y'all the reason I'm sittin' through trials in court
I'm givin' bucks to every SON, like child support
You so small, I be ya rounds is short
You a munchkin to the fans, I wanna scrap
If Con' front I confront him wit' the hands
We trash men, emptying barrels, dumpin' wit' the cans
See we like conflict (Con' flick) but we ain't fuckin' wit' the 'Gram
I told Math, "he the Kit Kat type", you understand?
But you a Ring Pop, cause now I got a sucka on my hand
This is somethin' for the fans
Cause now they not feelin' you, I'm killin' you cause you lack the hunger to advance
The old Con'? Had heavy punches for the hood to make the room rock
He made the hustlers screw face and made the goons watch
The new Con'? Got corny bars for the burbs, that's why you lose props
Get Back To Basics, or it'll be a disaster (Dizaster) bringin' punches to the Boondocks
I'm too hot
Haters used to say I rap to weird, then what happened?
Been on a killin' spree the past two years
So I had to get at you here
I made sure that Math new clear, now I got a fuckin' tattoo'd queer
Fuck them imaginary gats you aired, you got a baby face
How you supposed to make my side burn from weapons in a stash you bared (beard)
I had you scared
And plus, if we was rappin' to a beat you would be draggin' (dragon) through the street like the Chinese New Year
It's true, yeah
A few piers try to sound like me, but you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these
Boss Town!
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