Hitman Holla vs. K-Shine URLtv (Ft. Big T (Battle Rapper), Hitman Holla & K-Shine)

[Round 1: Hitman Holla]
You told T-Rex you gon' knock him out if he disrespected ya baby mama or your daughter nigga
Man, I'll fuck ya baby mama in front of ya daughter nigga
I wish you would get mad, go 'head try and fight
I ain't Charron, the prop gun wit' me
You slap me and you gon' die tonight
The whole battle world know I'm nice on them skates, it ain't nothin' to glide up
I want K-Shine to try to even the score, cause that ain't gon' get him nothin' but tied up
With the .30 I shoot like 30, with the slides up
You real extra wit' them other battle rappers, Hitman in front of you now, watch how that pride tuck
Man, I don't give a fuck who behind you
Gorillas, tigers, apes, you can have the whole zoo behind you
NWX, Dot Mobb, Zip 'Em, a bunch of crews behind you
Everybody witchu better duck, I hope Scrooge behind you
Cause they gon' need the worldwide news and Blues Clues to find you
I'll punch and dim ya lights, man I'll set the mood behind you
I'll do K-Shine bad, they gon' be callin' for a truce behind you
But I'm color blind, that flag gon' look like gang bangin' and that's when them Piru's behind you
So chill, relax K, you need a piece of mind
Well that's perfect, I got the perfect piece in mind
Missin' body, he gon' be so hard for the police to find
Here's a hint, it won't be a jewelry box where I'm keepin' Shine
For that 30K, I told Smack, "I'll 30 K"
You try that Tay Roc shit if you want, and I'ma 30K
A question for the fans, help me understand
If this watch was 40 bands, how the fuck I ain't 30K?
A fuckin' star, this a new Hitman
I got a couple cars
A quarter million stashed in the chest (Chess), these ain't struggle bars
I'm in the lime light, I'm built for the kill
When my mind right, this for all them niggas that Tweeted tellin' me Shine nice
Approach him in person, he nervous, I know Shine type
He tried to run, I caught him from behind, my chase down Lebron like
Man the whole NWX get killed on the spot
They find DNA blood all over the block
To get it up, you need more than a mop
Bring them ladders out, two for one
I catch Big T at the Top, you niggas is ops
Man I'll bang on you niggas
Green light on Saga cause he used to hang wit' these niggas
I get to flamin' you niggas
When I'm done with the reverend man
Y'all gon' see me put Shine in the sky, after Rain drop, boy I feel like the weather man
But if I pass off the steel that's my Rondo gun
I go to block after block my Alonzo run
Man I ball like Ronald son
I see ya clique, but I'ma just hit K wit' the text (TECs) like the convo done
This was a bad exchange
You shouldn't have showed, but I'm glad you came
Look at me while I'm rappin', I need to see ya face like I'm bad wit' names
All you do is hide behind cliques, y'all really believe he bad?
Without T-Rex you wouldn't have had a sense of direction, you would've speed and crashed
Your career wouldn't have made it from here to Harlem wit' yo' leechin' ass
Cause you ain't built for that kind of drive, thank the crowd you really need the gas
Man, I came in performin' nigga, I ain't learn that
You watched me for eight battles before they gave you that title, you ain't earn that
Five years ago I was draggin' shit 'cross stage, let me talk to him
I was "hole in his face" then he was "fuck around and walk through 'em"
I mean, you lookin' a little shaky Shine we need answers
I was slidin' up like baggage claim
All of a sudden he was slidin' up like dancers
Okay, battle rap trivia, give me somethin' of mine that he ain't flip
I battled Arsonal and told a story, his next battle was Tsu Surf, he did the same shit
{Smack calls time}