[Round 1: Calicoe]
Lux, you are a grown man. You brought a casket with you?
Either you had dyin' in your plans
Or you have an excessive amount of time on your hands
But let me talk, on the real, Smack
The media just tried to fuck my life up, shit almost got real, Smack
But I'm a man of my word ‘cause I'm real, Smack
Ain't no fuckin' animals gettin' killed, Smack
Ain't no pitbull or roosters gettin' killed, Smack
If I was the head of an operation, y'all think I woulda filmed that?
Now I guess they think Cal is just that ruthless
Now I'm disappointed in my fans for even thinkin' I'm that stupid
So I'm supposed to say some shit that I don't really do
So I ain't hot, son?
I mean Shotgun say he a gangbanger, but he not one
Bill Collector say he got the burner, but he ain't got one
That was just a situation from a nigga to learn a lot from
But then you got niggas like Arsonal got the nerve to tweet
"Cal must don't give a fuck about his career."
I guess I give a fuck about yours
At the end of our battle when you was whisperin' in my ear
Sayin', "Calicoe, can you please get me the fuck up outta here?"
You got the nerve to laugh and joke about some shit that can land me behind bars beggin' for my rights
But you was in the middle of my city beggin' for your life
Surf got knocked, you didn't give a fuck
You was beggin' for your flight
But I was thinkin' drop everything and bail him out tonight
But you know why these niggas can't get with me?
‘Cause I went from the bottom to the top
I'm officially the smartest nigga in Smack history
If you disagree you probably a nigga that don't mean shit to me
I went from Lux to Nuborn within a year? I make history
Remember Goodz was talkin' about a patent leather vest
Or Calicoe versus Cortez or somethin' I wanted y'all to get to see
It's funny how shit change, right? ‘Cause now I'm the nigga that send them through other niggas to get to me
It ain't a mystery, Lux, we know you been here
But you ain't take a shot at a motherfucker in ten years
So when I expose him they all gon' hate me
What I'm sayin' is, it don't matter if you loaded, Lux
When that gun on safety
They told me I had you, I said: "I'ma box that boy."
They say he be gettin' loud, well fuck it, I'ma stop that noise
For the last 10 years them legends been livin' through us
‘Cause they got no voice
Only reason they back in the URL is ‘cause all their careers failed
And they ain't got no choice
That K clap, it'll push your shit way back
You think them jewels rocky, that's why I'm takin' them ASAP
I got some shit that'll make a nigga lay flat
The silencer on it, call it Pat ‘cause it don't say jack
You don't make the rules, my niggas be shakin' tools
Make a move, BOOM!
His brains spread everywhere like breakin' news
No disrespect to y'all city, but I'm just sayin'
In my city that type of shit right there don't even make the news
Y'all know who I'm with
BMF, that sign stitched, read it in the fine print
I'm kidnappin' your whole family
I'm even duct-tapin' your mom, bitch
And we'll never see his son again, turn that nigga to Don Trip
I see the games he play; officer Hoyt, this your training day
You thought this the method to the top, this the dangerous way
Y'all saw what I did last year, well fuck it, I'll do the same today
It's obvious I've been eatin' niggas
‘Cause I ain't lost since I've been gainin' weight
But you say the fastest way through Harlem is the A train
That's how I know he never had a chance
‘Cause I'm shootin' without a cameraman
So when I pop, the fastest way through Harlem is in an ambulance
But we ain't never see him sparkin' up the chrome
I'll catch him in his crib, they'll have to chalk him in his home
Or I'll catch him on his block while he's walkin' all alone
And put the pound on his chin like he talkin' on the phone
You a great rapper, Lux, I'll never tell you to give it up
But if you ain't sayin' some shit they can relate to
They don't give a fuck — Landslide!
Lux, you are a grown man. You brought a casket with you?
Either you had dyin' in your plans
Or you have an excessive amount of time on your hands
But let me talk, on the real, Smack
The media just tried to fuck my life up, shit almost got real, Smack
But I'm a man of my word ‘cause I'm real, Smack
Ain't no fuckin' animals gettin' killed, Smack
Ain't no pitbull or roosters gettin' killed, Smack
If I was the head of an operation, y'all think I woulda filmed that?
Now I guess they think Cal is just that ruthless
Now I'm disappointed in my fans for even thinkin' I'm that stupid
So I'm supposed to say some shit that I don't really do
So I ain't hot, son?
I mean Shotgun say he a gangbanger, but he not one
Bill Collector say he got the burner, but he ain't got one
That was just a situation from a nigga to learn a lot from
But then you got niggas like Arsonal got the nerve to tweet
"Cal must don't give a fuck about his career."
I guess I give a fuck about yours
At the end of our battle when you was whisperin' in my ear
Sayin', "Calicoe, can you please get me the fuck up outta here?"
You got the nerve to laugh and joke about some shit that can land me behind bars beggin' for my rights
But you was in the middle of my city beggin' for your life
Surf got knocked, you didn't give a fuck
You was beggin' for your flight
But I was thinkin' drop everything and bail him out tonight
But you know why these niggas can't get with me?
‘Cause I went from the bottom to the top
I'm officially the smartest nigga in Smack history
If you disagree you probably a nigga that don't mean shit to me
I went from Lux to Nuborn within a year? I make history
Remember Goodz was talkin' about a patent leather vest
Or Calicoe versus Cortez or somethin' I wanted y'all to get to see
It's funny how shit change, right? ‘Cause now I'm the nigga that send them through other niggas to get to me
It ain't a mystery, Lux, we know you been here
But you ain't take a shot at a motherfucker in ten years
So when I expose him they all gon' hate me
What I'm sayin' is, it don't matter if you loaded, Lux
When that gun on safety
They told me I had you, I said: "I'ma box that boy."
They say he be gettin' loud, well fuck it, I'ma stop that noise
For the last 10 years them legends been livin' through us
‘Cause they got no voice
Only reason they back in the URL is ‘cause all their careers failed
And they ain't got no choice
That K clap, it'll push your shit way back
You think them jewels rocky, that's why I'm takin' them ASAP
I got some shit that'll make a nigga lay flat
The silencer on it, call it Pat ‘cause it don't say jack
You don't make the rules, my niggas be shakin' tools
Make a move, BOOM!
His brains spread everywhere like breakin' news
No disrespect to y'all city, but I'm just sayin'
In my city that type of shit right there don't even make the news
Y'all know who I'm with
BMF, that sign stitched, read it in the fine print
I'm kidnappin' your whole family
I'm even duct-tapin' your mom, bitch
And we'll never see his son again, turn that nigga to Don Trip
I see the games he play; officer Hoyt, this your training day
You thought this the method to the top, this the dangerous way
Y'all saw what I did last year, well fuck it, I'll do the same today
It's obvious I've been eatin' niggas
‘Cause I ain't lost since I've been gainin' weight
But you say the fastest way through Harlem is the A train
That's how I know he never had a chance
‘Cause I'm shootin' without a cameraman
So when I pop, the fastest way through Harlem is in an ambulance
But we ain't never see him sparkin' up the chrome
I'll catch him in his crib, they'll have to chalk him in his home
Or I'll catch him on his block while he's walkin' all alone
And put the pound on his chin like he talkin' on the phone
You a great rapper, Lux, I'll never tell you to give it up
But if you ain't sayin' some shit they can relate to
They don't give a fuck — Landslide!
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