[Round 1: Iron Solomon]
After six years of watching Mook run
To show up and get booed, son
When a classic gets ruined
I don't know who lost and who won
But the view from the future
When you look back at what you've done
You'll come to understand your slogan
"You win some and you lose some"
Cause I won lots and I lost one, and that, Day, was gruesome
But to build you must destroy, so since that day I grew some
See, ya'll were sad, I'm that dude ya'll imagine can't lose
But I ain't mad at that loss, I can handle that bruise
You know what happened to past Jews
We're used to having bad news
You heard of King Solomon's wives
I'm used to having mad boos
No matter what bed you in your habitat moves
So if the fans all desert me I'll adapt to that too
Do the crime, do the time, I'll accept any charge
Step in a spar, I ain't afraid of catching a scar
Do dirt you might get dusted, that's how shenanigans are
You think I'd take one L and quit? I ain't Kendrick Lamar
Cause that would make me the worst kind of whore
Who gets fucked once and quits cause her vagina's sore
But actually I'm glad that he came wearing that
Cause I'm battling my own legacy
This shit is a mirror match
And the only real reason you getting held up this high
Is cause you're a reflection of what I've done
I see myself in your style
Yo Brigante! How you feel about this round, Bish'?
You ready for me to take this mirror down now
(crowd says "BITCH!")
I've returned, my reign reached further with each verse
But I'll deliver this kid defeat first, like a breached birth
Got a ladder to climb to reclaim my spot at one
Your name don't ring bells, you just the bottom rung
But you'll tide me over, so I made my way here
Where your delivery can't slay my reign, dear
The way this kid behaves, lot of michief made
But you sent a little letter to Saint Nicolas, prayed
When the gifts get gave I'm gonna dig his grave
Give you the biggest box on your wishlist, Day
I can't wait to open up on him like Christmas day
Send Lyt to meet B.I.G. – I think Chris miss Day
Ain't taking no L no matter how you holla, Day
And if you live till tomorrow I'm boxing Day
With the heavy and the feather weights waiting, shouting "fight, fight"
You could get left, left overs with the right, right
Iron ain't taking Lyt light, I'm taking Lyt's light
This just isn't Day's day, this is night night!
Uppercut him to a kite height, punching holes through black
I don't think Lyt bright so let the Jewish guy work
You are getting crusified, that's how we do at my church
I'm a hungry blood sucker, you the food for my thirst
Learn from a vampire what a human life's worth
Right now, you feeling like you've survived worse
Second round you thinking about suicides perks
Third round, go to antics, maybe mooning might work
You'll need more than your anus when you and I verse
So no bright ideas, the stars are my peers
To reach where son at would take light years
You can't eclipse my soul or my flare
Right here is my throne, your throne is a high chair
And I just had a baby, so I recognise how babies all behave
Won't eat his veggies so his energy is mainly off of grapes
Want to shit in public, take out his dick in public
And paint things on his face
And won't get dressed to leave the crib if he can't put on a cape
Well, baby D should be able to see in plain sight
With a cape and his crusade (crew's aid) you still couldn't take flight
You think you the brave type, in a blink I will take life
You look at me wrong, D you'll be seeing a grave site
For most opponents I'd stay awake right how a slave might
I didn't even need to break night to see Daylyt
See, you been trying to roam the map
Don't even know the path
The fork in the road you at, both ways go nowhere fast
And even the coldest acts, sometimes hit a cul-de-sac
So watch where you turn or there'll be no going back
See, I'm illuminating where this lane is going ahead, Lyt
So you can see that this scene will shine more when we shed light/Lyt
It'll be a grave day when Lyt dead, but the world will be a little brighter in light end
Namaste
After six years of watching Mook run
To show up and get booed, son
When a classic gets ruined
I don't know who lost and who won
But the view from the future
When you look back at what you've done
You'll come to understand your slogan
"You win some and you lose some"
Cause I won lots and I lost one, and that, Day, was gruesome
But to build you must destroy, so since that day I grew some
See, ya'll were sad, I'm that dude ya'll imagine can't lose
But I ain't mad at that loss, I can handle that bruise
You know what happened to past Jews
We're used to having bad news
You heard of King Solomon's wives
I'm used to having mad boos
No matter what bed you in your habitat moves
So if the fans all desert me I'll adapt to that too
Do the crime, do the time, I'll accept any charge
Step in a spar, I ain't afraid of catching a scar
Do dirt you might get dusted, that's how shenanigans are
You think I'd take one L and quit? I ain't Kendrick Lamar
Cause that would make me the worst kind of whore
Who gets fucked once and quits cause her vagina's sore
But actually I'm glad that he came wearing that
Cause I'm battling my own legacy
This shit is a mirror match
And the only real reason you getting held up this high
Is cause you're a reflection of what I've done
I see myself in your style
Yo Brigante! How you feel about this round, Bish'?
You ready for me to take this mirror down now
(crowd says "BITCH!")
I've returned, my reign reached further with each verse
But I'll deliver this kid defeat first, like a breached birth
Got a ladder to climb to reclaim my spot at one
Your name don't ring bells, you just the bottom rung
But you'll tide me over, so I made my way here
Where your delivery can't slay my reign, dear
The way this kid behaves, lot of michief made
But you sent a little letter to Saint Nicolas, prayed
When the gifts get gave I'm gonna dig his grave
Give you the biggest box on your wishlist, Day
I can't wait to open up on him like Christmas day
Send Lyt to meet B.I.G. – I think Chris miss Day
Ain't taking no L no matter how you holla, Day
And if you live till tomorrow I'm boxing Day
With the heavy and the feather weights waiting, shouting "fight, fight"
You could get left, left overs with the right, right
Iron ain't taking Lyt light, I'm taking Lyt's light
This just isn't Day's day, this is night night!
Uppercut him to a kite height, punching holes through black
I don't think Lyt bright so let the Jewish guy work
You are getting crusified, that's how we do at my church
I'm a hungry blood sucker, you the food for my thirst
Learn from a vampire what a human life's worth
Right now, you feeling like you've survived worse
Second round you thinking about suicides perks
Third round, go to antics, maybe mooning might work
You'll need more than your anus when you and I verse
So no bright ideas, the stars are my peers
To reach where son at would take light years
You can't eclipse my soul or my flare
Right here is my throne, your throne is a high chair
And I just had a baby, so I recognise how babies all behave
Won't eat his veggies so his energy is mainly off of grapes
Want to shit in public, take out his dick in public
And paint things on his face
And won't get dressed to leave the crib if he can't put on a cape
Well, baby D should be able to see in plain sight
With a cape and his crusade (crew's aid) you still couldn't take flight
You think you the brave type, in a blink I will take life
You look at me wrong, D you'll be seeing a grave site
For most opponents I'd stay awake right how a slave might
I didn't even need to break night to see Daylyt
See, you been trying to roam the map
Don't even know the path
The fork in the road you at, both ways go nowhere fast
And even the coldest acts, sometimes hit a cul-de-sac
So watch where you turn or there'll be no going back
See, I'm illuminating where this lane is going ahead, Lyt
So you can see that this scene will shine more when we shed light/Lyt
It'll be a grave day when Lyt dead, but the world will be a little brighter in light end
Namaste
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