Soul Khan vs. J. Fox URLtv (Ft. J. Fox & Soul Khan)

[Intro]

[Round 1: Soul Khan]
In Cali I said you're Kobe, that means you extra ugly
But I forgot to mention that you got that legs of Muggsy
You got this cockiness about you like you can't bleed
But you got this look on your face that says you can't read
I dissed him back in Cali, he tried to get thugged out
Top of his lungs hollering, chest puffed out
I just stood there thinking, "Is this little hoe done?"
I thought The Jungle's known for punches, bitch, you didn't throw one
He got loud and animated like it was a cartoon
But all you did was show us that bitches can bark too
Your boys walked away cause your talkin' is cheap
But what happened next proved that y'all aren't street
Cause QP's baby mom and girl got in a beef
And when his girl got jumped QP called the police
So now I know why you talk tough, knowing your homie would tell
Cause, shit, if I lift a finger against you I guess I'm going to jail
You wanna fight over battle rap, that ain't something we do as men
I'd tell you to grow up, but you ain't done that since you were ten
If he tried that shit here, the whole block would beat his ass
Cause if New York's the Mecca, I'm El-Hajj Malik Shabazz
I can walk across the water, make it all turn to whiskey
And I ain't come here alone, I brought every borough with me
If it wasn't for the Bronx, this rap shit prolly never would be going off
And going toe to toe to Khan, you need a stamina supplement
A deep cover to sneak under to dodge his capital punishment
Yo Pun, I'm - deadin' this midget with rhythm, similes and a sicker flow
Than I'm spittin' to little men so switch your delivery
Yeah! And it don't stop, cause this four-foot-seven motherfucker's gettin' dropped
And I know when Harlem hears the style of flowin', that Fox stolen it
Like bitch, you call those punchlines, this the home of Lamont Coleman
Lamont Coleman, you even know who that is?
I feel like an old man around these fool ass kids
Big L would tell you, "You better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks"
If you wore a pair of baby shoes they'd look like kneesocks
See, back in Oakland shit popped, your man Q called the cops
A razorblade is an ox, a little faggot's a Fox
And I don't [stock?] from that block where they bang and the heat spits
But I think Nas would want for me to take him to Queensbridge
F-O-X, you suck at this rap shit
How many of Conceited's lines gon' come out yo' fat lips
(I) run through your bitch and leave her
(Will) nut on the hoe that birthed you
(Not) Soul Khan across her belly
(Lose) I showed you lost already
But, we gotta keep on rollin' through, there's one more stop that's overdue
J-Train to Brooklyn, I'm thinking "what would Hova do?"
You went like five matches and you're Grind Time's wackest
That's a zero hot battle every lifetime average
Let me show these dudes what I do to protect this
Shoot at you actors like movie directors
But wait! Y'all thinkin' "Soul Khan, you ain't even flip that line!"
Well neither did Conceited against Arsonal when he bit that line
So [?] Shaolin with the Wu-Tang resumé
Cause Fox, compared to Deck and Rae, you softer than a négligée
The way you talk about guns you bust, corny as fuck
Damn, life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough