[Round 1: Arkaic]
I said well, well, well
Look who they found again
Another prick that I might have to clown again
Another Yank that I might have to out again
But he's ballin', sleeping on Bamalam's couch again
Listen, I work harder, this is well deserved karma
For when I got bumped for that money when I was Eurgh's partner
Yo, they put me down, but I rose out of the ashes with burnt armor
Just to blow this fucking Yank out of the water like Pearl Harbour
Listen my brudda, no one laughs at your jokes
I went to your ends, tried to harbor a boat
I had a quick conversation with a guard at the coast
He asked me if I had a green card, I said "No"
Shit, I thought he was going to ask if I smoked
I almost passed him a toke
Cause this is London, and out here we use fucking green card for a roach
So really boy, what bitches do you penetrate?
You can't even get to second base
Your just a midget rude bwoy, you cannot even get a date
But I can tell you everything that I'll bet he says
He'll talk about when I went away, he'll talk about the '07 days
Talk about Steph, it's bait
But lets talk about you, how you you used to be a better name
How you used to be good, how you used to entertain
About how your using Don't Flop as an extra way to extend your stay
And how you only got booked for this battle because you was in the area anyway
So who's the best at it? I got news my brudda its not you
Cause an Illmac bar is like a seventeen year old riding around in a real nice car
I'd rate it, but I don't know who it fucking belongs to
See my man Illmac has got Caustic popping tags
See I heard his third round of this battle, bought him a watch and hat
Plus 'Saurus drops him raps and Okw' was on top of that
Bitch, one of your battle verses is more like a Fresh Coast pussy track
So damn homie, in high school you was the man homie
But I got bigger fish to fry, he's an anchovy
He's [?] [?] and I'm Fat Tony
This is Marge returning from the shops, "I'm back Homey"
See that's a fact homie, you ain't nothin' but wack homie
And your careers so dead Chronicle won't even book you for BLAM! homie
I bet he thought I would greet him with some sort of open-armed sentiment
Bet he'll come with them "your nose is large" and Noah's Ark references
But I show no regard, I'll let the flow and bars settle this
And if he's a Big Mac, then I'm his golden arch nemesis
Bruv, I am fucking relentless, I ain't stopping this for nutting
Half of me expected him to Math Hoffa it or something
Another Yank treating Don't Flop like a holiday to London
Time
I said well, well, well
Look who they found again
Another prick that I might have to clown again
Another Yank that I might have to out again
But he's ballin', sleeping on Bamalam's couch again
Listen, I work harder, this is well deserved karma
For when I got bumped for that money when I was Eurgh's partner
Yo, they put me down, but I rose out of the ashes with burnt armor
Just to blow this fucking Yank out of the water like Pearl Harbour
Listen my brudda, no one laughs at your jokes
I went to your ends, tried to harbor a boat
I had a quick conversation with a guard at the coast
He asked me if I had a green card, I said "No"
Shit, I thought he was going to ask if I smoked
I almost passed him a toke
Cause this is London, and out here we use fucking green card for a roach
So really boy, what bitches do you penetrate?
You can't even get to second base
Your just a midget rude bwoy, you cannot even get a date
But I can tell you everything that I'll bet he says
He'll talk about when I went away, he'll talk about the '07 days
Talk about Steph, it's bait
But lets talk about you, how you you used to be a better name
How you used to be good, how you used to entertain
About how your using Don't Flop as an extra way to extend your stay
And how you only got booked for this battle because you was in the area anyway
So who's the best at it? I got news my brudda its not you
Cause an Illmac bar is like a seventeen year old riding around in a real nice car
I'd rate it, but I don't know who it fucking belongs to
See my man Illmac has got Caustic popping tags
See I heard his third round of this battle, bought him a watch and hat
Plus 'Saurus drops him raps and Okw' was on top of that
Bitch, one of your battle verses is more like a Fresh Coast pussy track
So damn homie, in high school you was the man homie
But I got bigger fish to fry, he's an anchovy
He's [?] [?] and I'm Fat Tony
This is Marge returning from the shops, "I'm back Homey"
See that's a fact homie, you ain't nothin' but wack homie
And your careers so dead Chronicle won't even book you for BLAM! homie
I bet he thought I would greet him with some sort of open-armed sentiment
Bet he'll come with them "your nose is large" and Noah's Ark references
But I show no regard, I'll let the flow and bars settle this
And if he's a Big Mac, then I'm his golden arch nemesis
Bruv, I am fucking relentless, I ain't stopping this for nutting
Half of me expected him to Math Hoffa it or something
Another Yank treating Don't Flop like a holiday to London
Time
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