[Round 1: Soul]
Every time he battles here he's mad and upset with the reaction he gets
Like "My opponents only win, because they pander to them
It’s hegemony, nepotism, blasphemous", Greg
I couldn't agree more, and it's about to happen again
’Cause you were amazing in the past, but you'd be bang average middle tier
If Organik didn't interfere when you upped sticks and disappeared, you'd be shit at sports
How's a basketball team like this midget here?
'Cause he's a trailblazer from Portland, that hasn't won shit in years
Son I’ll leave him fuckin’ speechless
Trust me G, that's some achievement
’Cause he been gettin' cheeky wit' it
First, he says I'm undefeated
Now he’s on his podcast, sayin' I can't fuckin' see him?
He mean while on Earth, I'll leave him six feet underneath it
So we about to do that, and your crew can review that
Hi Avocado, hi everyone, even you 'Mac
Now future you can look back, see past you gettin' moved past
While present you's in limbo: there's a sport you'd be good at
Bitch I'm 5'11", stop telling people you're 5 foot 7
His girl's like "Yeah, that's four inches", now that's what you try and tell her
He makes his missus look hench, she's his back-stroker
Make Dolph Lundgren look like a crack smoker
Fuckin' glance over a Wham! shoulder, reverse parks her dad's motor
Knuckles like some damn boulders, hands like a scaffolder
Don't call him small what? Why, he's a small don
Feels like he's been a kid forever like Walcott
Guess that's why you 29, prayin' that your balls drop
Native American, guess they all caught smallpox
I'll keep that to eight bars I don't write that cheap
But he don't hold himself to the same standards the guy has me
Rolls his eyes at the short jokes, but diss my wife it seems
That the height of hypocrisy is 5 foot 3
On a bad day: 5 foot 1
Watch yourself: Shia Labeouf
People think his rhymes are tough, he force 'em like the Ryder Cup
Or choke 'em, have to Heimlich 'em, vers' Arsonal, recitin' stuff
With your phone out, gotta hit them angles so you nice for what?
That's a line from a Drake song, "I prefer Raekwon"
Illmac's a great laugh when you're seeing what the rave's on
DJ playing songs, "Bad And Boujee", Quavo pop
Wheel it up, take it off, Funky Friday, Dave is on
Fredo's gone, record skips, [record skip], before the bass'll drop
And Illmac toddles up like, "'Scuse me mister, do you have any Aesop Rock?
'None Shall Pass' is my favorite song"
Wanker
I hate these 'back in my day' ice age spitters
'Cause that envy in their eyes ain't Pai Mei's dinner
Shit I'll turn Mac to street art but mine may differ
'Bout to paint the town red like High Plains Drifter
Usin' them same old techniques that's age-old in battlin'
Like he'll compare a good thing, to a shit thing, and say that's the way Soul's a match for him
Like this the devil incarnate, to a day- old Samaritan
Nas when he made Ether, to Jay Hova practicin'
Ditch weed, my grade's potent, saints go amassing it
Take tokes and make popes at great smoke, the Vatican
So go 'head with that gay shit like it ain't so embarrassin'
But between me and you bruv, there ain't no comparison
Every time he battles here he's mad and upset with the reaction he gets
Like "My opponents only win, because they pander to them
It’s hegemony, nepotism, blasphemous", Greg
I couldn't agree more, and it's about to happen again
’Cause you were amazing in the past, but you'd be bang average middle tier
If Organik didn't interfere when you upped sticks and disappeared, you'd be shit at sports
How's a basketball team like this midget here?
'Cause he's a trailblazer from Portland, that hasn't won shit in years
Son I’ll leave him fuckin’ speechless
Trust me G, that's some achievement
’Cause he been gettin' cheeky wit' it
First, he says I'm undefeated
Now he’s on his podcast, sayin' I can't fuckin' see him?
He mean while on Earth, I'll leave him six feet underneath it
So we about to do that, and your crew can review that
Hi Avocado, hi everyone, even you 'Mac
Now future you can look back, see past you gettin' moved past
While present you's in limbo: there's a sport you'd be good at
Bitch I'm 5'11", stop telling people you're 5 foot 7
His girl's like "Yeah, that's four inches", now that's what you try and tell her
He makes his missus look hench, she's his back-stroker
Make Dolph Lundgren look like a crack smoker
Fuckin' glance over a Wham! shoulder, reverse parks her dad's motor
Knuckles like some damn boulders, hands like a scaffolder
Don't call him small what? Why, he's a small don
Feels like he's been a kid forever like Walcott
Guess that's why you 29, prayin' that your balls drop
Native American, guess they all caught smallpox
I'll keep that to eight bars I don't write that cheap
But he don't hold himself to the same standards the guy has me
Rolls his eyes at the short jokes, but diss my wife it seems
That the height of hypocrisy is 5 foot 3
On a bad day: 5 foot 1
Watch yourself: Shia Labeouf
People think his rhymes are tough, he force 'em like the Ryder Cup
Or choke 'em, have to Heimlich 'em, vers' Arsonal, recitin' stuff
With your phone out, gotta hit them angles so you nice for what?
That's a line from a Drake song, "I prefer Raekwon"
Illmac's a great laugh when you're seeing what the rave's on
DJ playing songs, "Bad And Boujee", Quavo pop
Wheel it up, take it off, Funky Friday, Dave is on
Fredo's gone, record skips, [record skip], before the bass'll drop
And Illmac toddles up like, "'Scuse me mister, do you have any Aesop Rock?
'None Shall Pass' is my favorite song"
Wanker
I hate these 'back in my day' ice age spitters
'Cause that envy in their eyes ain't Pai Mei's dinner
Shit I'll turn Mac to street art but mine may differ
'Bout to paint the town red like High Plains Drifter
Usin' them same old techniques that's age-old in battlin'
Like he'll compare a good thing, to a shit thing, and say that's the way Soul's a match for him
Like this the devil incarnate, to a day- old Samaritan
Nas when he made Ether, to Jay Hova practicin'
Ditch weed, my grade's potent, saints go amassing it
Take tokes and make popes at great smoke, the Vatican
So go 'head with that gay shit like it ain't so embarrassin'
But between me and you bruv, there ain't no comparison
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