[Round 1: Daylyt]
What time is it? Y'all might have to wrap this shit up
Lush, I'm telling you right now
You don't got my $500... I'm gon' clap this shit up!
As quiet as kept they want me to go at you, hush, puppy nigga
I already got the best battle of the year, ain't that right, Lotta?
Read tickets, it shows you I'm a lucky nigga
Antics, it's funny how you calling me the clown
But you the Krusty nigga
The bitch asked me his age
I told her, "He older than a musty nigga."
But see, this system is a old game that I control
Aye, B, see me swipe my hand for the slaughter
In the book of Genesis, chapter one, it says
"Our heavenly... Sonic ran on the water"
Y'all don't get it? That's one over the head line
Earthworm Jim got me looking buff, wait, try curls
Choke? No, what's in between defeat?
Toe Jam friend; come try, Earl
I said this is my world, although I didn't get to battle at Summer Madness -- I mean Summer Sadness
That's the reason, I was too hot
But somehow I still remained the most talked about nigga from the event – shows I'm a true top
Nigga, figure this all eyes on me
They see I could reach my salary cap twice
Reverse that, they calling a nigga 2Pac
But for you, ock, Brenda baby; trash kid
Hoping for a classic?
Nope, all of these students got they flu shots
I'm too Watts...
I can see through these cats scan and it amaze me
Pac-Man; dot 'em if they play me
Who could say I'm right man? Maybe
I'm Batman, ‘cause I got them niggas going crazy
I said it's them bananas to the mouth
You don't like that shit? You know that part, he watch Belly
Keep hating and we gon' beat this nigga retarded
Mind your biz, mark, he not ready then we rock Chevy's
I had to get the feel. Daylyt is a feather
No, they light as a feather, I had to get the Quill
We both gon' put on our work pants
But it shows who's the style jacker
These type of niggas never get that W, oh, the W, why?
‘Cause you don't got the wow factor
In '64 niggas copped my game plan, but I'ma score youngsters
Show 'em this my spot, I come to rock; I'm the dinosaur hunter
Your life's a bitch, I could for sure punk ya
You could see I'm a problem
East Coast and West Coast together? Fuck outta here!
How can you and I tie when unity's not a option?
Keep cool, Joe, what I mean is I'm the meanest, my dogs killers
We leave no nigga breathin'
I feel like Steven, we gon' SIG all niggas
Y'all might have to take that C ladder to the top
‘Cause the B ladder full
You're in a situation where you know I'm pissed
Throw a fit, you'll get jumped off the gate, no offense
So who poppin' shit? The shine's mine
They say Sherriff SunDay and I look at the top and split, I quote
"These kids think I'm a joke? And a mil will knock his shit"
I look at the whole house like, "I gotta try angles."
In the end, holmes, we natives
But I'm something you should fear, nigga
Look how low men go for the bag
You gon' realize I'm a clear killer
You hear me to be? I'm lucky to be here
That's why I cherish life. Where I'm from we dot up the squares, it is everything but paradise
Who scared of ICE?
You knows I'm too big for this water; I am a shell fish
What happen when you put ice in front of broad daylight? Melted. I can't help it
I keep killin' till I don't leave a single species
I'll put a round in a square, like a single Reese's
You capish me? It's hospitals, I don't got a lot of patience
You saying you gon' beat me in America? That's abomination
Let's have a conversation
I'm gon' talk to you crazy, walk with you, baby
First step is to make sure defeat is lined up
According to the pad, you ass, no wonder why you behind us
Slow the punch down, I said...
You been taking that Accord to your pad
No wonder, that's a Honda
Slow the slow the punch down, I said...
Your Accord don't got no blinkers
You out the window with the hand signals
No wonder, that's E. Honda
What time is it? I think it's about 7:45
I know exactly what plane you caught here, it was a 745
I know exactly what nigga picked you up
‘Cause when he gave you dap he gave you 740 5s
I know exactly what kind of car they picked you in
It was a Beamer, 745
I know exactly how many guns to bring, we brought seven .45s
Checked his birth certificate at the age part and it said 7/45
I'm too live, with that being said, what time is it?
Y'all might have to wrap this shit up
From now on, my new slogan is
"If y'all don't got my $500 we gon' clap this shit up!"
What time is it? Y'all might have to wrap this shit up
Lush, I'm telling you right now
You don't got my $500... I'm gon' clap this shit up!
As quiet as kept they want me to go at you, hush, puppy nigga
I already got the best battle of the year, ain't that right, Lotta?
Read tickets, it shows you I'm a lucky nigga
Antics, it's funny how you calling me the clown
But you the Krusty nigga
The bitch asked me his age
I told her, "He older than a musty nigga."
But see, this system is a old game that I control
Aye, B, see me swipe my hand for the slaughter
In the book of Genesis, chapter one, it says
"Our heavenly... Sonic ran on the water"
Y'all don't get it? That's one over the head line
Earthworm Jim got me looking buff, wait, try curls
Choke? No, what's in between defeat?
Toe Jam friend; come try, Earl
I said this is my world, although I didn't get to battle at Summer Madness -- I mean Summer Sadness
That's the reason, I was too hot
But somehow I still remained the most talked about nigga from the event – shows I'm a true top
Nigga, figure this all eyes on me
They see I could reach my salary cap twice
Reverse that, they calling a nigga 2Pac
But for you, ock, Brenda baby; trash kid
Hoping for a classic?
Nope, all of these students got they flu shots
I'm too Watts...
I can see through these cats scan and it amaze me
Pac-Man; dot 'em if they play me
Who could say I'm right man? Maybe
I'm Batman, ‘cause I got them niggas going crazy
I said it's them bananas to the mouth
You don't like that shit? You know that part, he watch Belly
Keep hating and we gon' beat this nigga retarded
Mind your biz, mark, he not ready then we rock Chevy's
I had to get the feel. Daylyt is a feather
No, they light as a feather, I had to get the Quill
We both gon' put on our work pants
But it shows who's the style jacker
These type of niggas never get that W, oh, the W, why?
‘Cause you don't got the wow factor
In '64 niggas copped my game plan, but I'ma score youngsters
Show 'em this my spot, I come to rock; I'm the dinosaur hunter
Your life's a bitch, I could for sure punk ya
You could see I'm a problem
East Coast and West Coast together? Fuck outta here!
How can you and I tie when unity's not a option?
Keep cool, Joe, what I mean is I'm the meanest, my dogs killers
We leave no nigga breathin'
I feel like Steven, we gon' SIG all niggas
Y'all might have to take that C ladder to the top
‘Cause the B ladder full
You're in a situation where you know I'm pissed
Throw a fit, you'll get jumped off the gate, no offense
So who poppin' shit? The shine's mine
They say Sherriff SunDay and I look at the top and split, I quote
"These kids think I'm a joke? And a mil will knock his shit"
I look at the whole house like, "I gotta try angles."
In the end, holmes, we natives
But I'm something you should fear, nigga
Look how low men go for the bag
You gon' realize I'm a clear killer
You hear me to be? I'm lucky to be here
That's why I cherish life. Where I'm from we dot up the squares, it is everything but paradise
Who scared of ICE?
You knows I'm too big for this water; I am a shell fish
What happen when you put ice in front of broad daylight? Melted. I can't help it
I keep killin' till I don't leave a single species
I'll put a round in a square, like a single Reese's
You capish me? It's hospitals, I don't got a lot of patience
You saying you gon' beat me in America? That's abomination
Let's have a conversation
I'm gon' talk to you crazy, walk with you, baby
First step is to make sure defeat is lined up
According to the pad, you ass, no wonder why you behind us
Slow the punch down, I said...
You been taking that Accord to your pad
No wonder, that's a Honda
Slow the slow the punch down, I said...
Your Accord don't got no blinkers
You out the window with the hand signals
No wonder, that's E. Honda
What time is it? I think it's about 7:45
I know exactly what plane you caught here, it was a 745
I know exactly what nigga picked you up
‘Cause when he gave you dap he gave you 740 5s
I know exactly what kind of car they picked you in
It was a Beamer, 745
I know exactly how many guns to bring, we brought seven .45s
Checked his birth certificate at the age part and it said 7/45
I'm too live, with that being said, what time is it?
Y'all might have to wrap this shit up
From now on, my new slogan is
"If y'all don't got my $500 we gon' clap this shit up!"
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