Vs Mickey Factz & Nottz (Ft. Styles P)

[Verse 1: Mickey Factz]
Failure's not a sliding board, it's a seesaw
Factz, it's in my name I'mma teach y'all (Factz!)
General in a beast war and Peace Corps
Only time that you next to I is on a keyboard
Who paid you to jump outta that window in an MC war
Cause now it's lookin' like a free fall
Catch me ridin' by in a peach Porsche
Gettin' head while I sleep, that's a dream job

[Verse 2: Styles P]
I'm so live I must've died already
You astounded, I'm grounded and fly already
Any emcee could die, I decide already
Better yet, I've decided I'm a pure blood you a hybrid
Get an icepick in your eyelid
For jumping on our shit nigga
Or jumping on my dick
Ghost or a G host nigga, you'll get your mind flipped

[Verse 3: Mickey Factz]
What up sideline suckas?
Try to rhyme, makin' my timeline suffer, nevermind
I'm top five, remind guys of Einstein brother
Never high but I'm fly as a skydive jumper
Guard on point from the calve, designed like Shumpert
Sci-fi blunder, used to watch Zeitgeist Wonders
On my televised, wide tricolor lifesize high structure
Flatscreen in my high rise bunker