O-Red vs. Chess URLtv (Ft. Chess & O-Red)

[Round 1: O-Red]
They say that it’s a dog-eat-dog world…
But I still feel bad that I gotta slide you
I hate killin’ the niggas you like, Smack...but it’s time to
It’s crazy, though, ‘cause you know, I’m slime, right?
You prob’ly don’t know he slime, too
We both Blood

[Chess]
I’m not

[O-Red]
Oh, that’s not true?
Damn, I’m the only Blood
It’s crazy ‘cause you the one ‘bout to die, ‘Mu (Damu)
Your daddy Brim, right?

[Chess]
Yes, sir

[O-Red]
Your daddy Brim, right?
You hate your father - in fact
I could prob’ly do you a favor just by poppin’ the strap
I’ll slide wit’ the MAC, point it at his top and then clap
Rex shit: and get reaction off the drop of a hat!
Those was some bars from O
Was they my hardest? No
I’m Joaquin Phoenix playin’ the role of Arthur, bro
Meanin’ my hands sharp
So eyeballin’ me like I’m a Joker makе me turn all of them BX stares (stairs) into a landmark
Can’ spark, nothin’ but domе shots from the Nina lead
Fuck a vest - his name Chess: I’m ‘posed to think ahead!
Torch is lit, I’ll send a “BOW!” wit’ a roof coordinate
Leave Chess all over the venue...I’ll turn this shit to a tournament
Roc, I’m on this bitch
Leave the body of your subordinate
Hangin’ from a tree like a fuckin’ Christmas ornament
I slide up wit’ a foreign grip, it’ll get torturous
Squeeze...bodyin’ little Chess like a contortionist
Squeeze body in che-!?
Nigga, I am the best
I’ll get to punchin’ Chess clock like the father from Fresh!
TEC pour, lead’ll sing, he get shot on the set
Sektor: Red Machine send a rocket through Chess (chest)!
I could quickly remove your team or just kidnap you and Steams
No, really, like, or just kidnap him and Steams
I’ll take y’all to the top of the building
This how we doin’ things
You go to the edge of the roof and lean, or I shoot Kareem
It’s no progression: either you fallin’ off or you losin’ Steams!
I said, I’m Megatron
Be where you hustle at wit’ a extra arm
Rob you for your money, your lean, and all the coke you were steppin’ on
You don’t give it up? This extra arm
Leave Chess pieces all on the cookies
I can turn your trap into Pepperidge Farm
I’ll rob him for everything, then kick off in the truck
This strap a Cake Eater
You better tell Almighty duck (Mighty Ducks)
It remind me of when I was growin’ up
Shit, I could get a Cake, chips, juice, and candy with one buck!
The gun butt, nice grip
On point like a ice pick
Leave Chess (chest) wrapped in bandages on some dyke shit
On second thought, you light shit!
Why give him Glock play?
My bitch can handle Chess: the Queen of Katwe
The straps you rap ‘bout, I played wit’ ‘em
You told Rum, “You in L.A. wit’ the tre-five like Blake Griffin”
Nigga, 32 was Blake Griffin
I specialize in them sports bars
You a knockoff, pussy - who is this fake kiddin' (kitten)?
You gamblin' your Life
You gon' lose, watch: Ray Gibson
I'll leave a Cake battered if me and the Cake mixin'
Dezzi off the waist liftin'
A round from the triangle through the heart put a star in a box
I'm shape-shiftin'
Ya heard me?
Jersey