[Round 1: Chilla Jones]
We almost battled last year
You told your squad it was a big decision
But your circle stopped you from gettin' drugged: that’s an intervention
I’m about to take it back to the old Day like you reminiscin’
Why talk? I'll let that four warn him like a premonition
You get attention ridin' this gimmick wave—are you for sale, Lyt?
I'm too bar heavy so you gon' fail, Lyt
Soon as you brake, you gettin' lit up; I’m on your tail, Lyt
I know they told you that shit he brew is real light
That magic may trick some, but ask me if I’m impressed
40 with the ski mask but I still fire TEC's
Get your mic jacked by the schemes if you try and flex
Don’t flop, I’m about to show my ass with this dialect
See, I confess, play your position before you end a rhyme
They receive a cue, B, a girl is who they sent to find
That attack'll put a DE against the spine
And send him runnin' back for safety if you kick a offensive line
Now, man-to-man, I’m in my zone
You wanna prove that you real cold
But soon as Chill touch down that's just another failed goal
I feel bold, so I'ma scheme and I'ma punch 'til my hands swell
It’s hard to bear Lyt, he watered down like Amstel
Tell Davone Campbell I got a pump full of damn shells
I'll cock back, give the V one and watch his camp bail
Hell, I’ll tap yo mans and ask, "Is he real rappin’?"
The clip extends to rock a set, we got that steel clappin’
At a van, riddlin' doors, but we still clappin’
Pros act like I am bein' fake, so we peels at ’em
Value my realness, I’m makin' Lyt shine like Edison, Cali
I’m cold, but this is stuff he knows, the flow’s better in Cali
That been a drill, but he’ll deny Quill, put him to sleep
So this pen is sealin' his faith since he met us in Cali
The chick you met in the Valley threw me the Alley
That’s beyond clear ‘cause what I ride in attract her like John Deere
See, I’m a risk, watch the level I’m on clear
Play escalator, you can’t move me with long stares
I’m strong here, so I don’t care where they found y’all, Day
But I respect where you from, it’s real around y’all way
But tell Lyt if he don’t bounce the round ball way
He’ll die over and over: I will Groundhog Day
I hope you came with 44′s and war forts
If I lose, think women’s basketball: I’m a poor sport
Trust me, if Day see dukes it ain’t short shorts
I’m gettin' money out of this ring, it’s like Divorce Court
I got the torch, who could match the heat that I bring?
Fuck Brock! I stopped The Deadman's streak in the ring
Fuck props! You gon' never see Chilla in disguise
Fuck your mask! I want you to look yo killa in the eyes
We almost battled last year
You told your squad it was a big decision
But your circle stopped you from gettin' drugged: that’s an intervention
I’m about to take it back to the old Day like you reminiscin’
Why talk? I'll let that four warn him like a premonition
You get attention ridin' this gimmick wave—are you for sale, Lyt?
I'm too bar heavy so you gon' fail, Lyt
Soon as you brake, you gettin' lit up; I’m on your tail, Lyt
I know they told you that shit he brew is real light
That magic may trick some, but ask me if I’m impressed
40 with the ski mask but I still fire TEC's
Get your mic jacked by the schemes if you try and flex
Don’t flop, I’m about to show my ass with this dialect
See, I confess, play your position before you end a rhyme
They receive a cue, B, a girl is who they sent to find
That attack'll put a DE against the spine
And send him runnin' back for safety if you kick a offensive line
Now, man-to-man, I’m in my zone
You wanna prove that you real cold
But soon as Chill touch down that's just another failed goal
I feel bold, so I'ma scheme and I'ma punch 'til my hands swell
It’s hard to bear Lyt, he watered down like Amstel
Tell Davone Campbell I got a pump full of damn shells
I'll cock back, give the V one and watch his camp bail
Hell, I’ll tap yo mans and ask, "Is he real rappin’?"
The clip extends to rock a set, we got that steel clappin’
At a van, riddlin' doors, but we still clappin’
Pros act like I am bein' fake, so we peels at ’em
Value my realness, I’m makin' Lyt shine like Edison, Cali
I’m cold, but this is stuff he knows, the flow’s better in Cali
That been a drill, but he’ll deny Quill, put him to sleep
So this pen is sealin' his faith since he met us in Cali
The chick you met in the Valley threw me the Alley
That’s beyond clear ‘cause what I ride in attract her like John Deere
See, I’m a risk, watch the level I’m on clear
Play escalator, you can’t move me with long stares
I’m strong here, so I don’t care where they found y’all, Day
But I respect where you from, it’s real around y’all way
But tell Lyt if he don’t bounce the round ball way
He’ll die over and over: I will Groundhog Day
I hope you came with 44′s and war forts
If I lose, think women’s basketball: I’m a poor sport
Trust me, if Day see dukes it ain’t short shorts
I’m gettin' money out of this ring, it’s like Divorce Court
I got the torch, who could match the heat that I bring?
Fuck Brock! I stopped The Deadman's streak in the ring
Fuck props! You gon' never see Chilla in disguise
Fuck your mask! I want you to look yo killa in the eyes
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